Im Crying What The Fuck?

i’m crying what the fuck?😀

𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 x gn!reader after shibuya arc

🧸 ; angst, fluff, mentions of injuries, kinda teared up writing this lol

thinking about 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 that somehow survives the shibuya incident, but the burns have left him with permanent injuries and eyes that have lost their light.

𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢, when left alone at home, always waits for you patiently. every small noise has his ears perking because he thinks it's the door creaking open and that you've finally come home. he's calling your name repeatedly in the empty house, and the walls around him reflect the sound right back to his ears.

M O R E U N D E R C U T !

𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢, in the early days after losing his vision, would spend hours gently tracing your features, committing every curve and contour to memory. but as time passed, that mental image began to fade, slipping through his fingers like grains of sand.

𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 who turns to sculpting as a desperate act of defiance against time. with trembling hands, he would mold the clay, trying to capture the essence of your face from pure memory.

day after day, 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 would toil away, growing increasingly frustrated as his creations fell short of his mental image. 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 would run his hands over each failed attempt, tears of anguish streaming down his face as the truth sank in - he was slowly losing the one thing that anchored him to this world.

you would sit for hours, silently watching as 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢's hands wrestled with the clay; piles of fractured, distorted faces accumulating around them.

𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 who erupts in a violent emotional breakdown one day, and his voice cracks as he berates himself for his inability to recreate the face he cherishes above all else. he feels very guilty.

𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 who sobs into your arms for hours while you slowly caress his back and comfort him, tell him lovingly how you'd always be there for him no matter what happens, that you'll always love him forever.

𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 who falls asleep comfortably in your embrace after all that happened, his emotions completely drained. it'd all been weighing on his mind for far too long and the burden was finally lifted.

the next day, as 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 prepares to continue his solitary sculpting, hears the familiar sound of rustling, one of the plastic aprons he'd bought to use while sculpting — and is ecstatic to know you'll be helping him recreate your face on clay from now on.

𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 who finally is able to accept that even if the light from his eyes has been extinguished, you are the one sole light to him that will never go out.

SHUT UP THIS IS SO CUTE 😭

me and my baby nanami 😕💗

no pressure tags! : @nanamimybbg @velvetcrimsonkisses @emotionallyunstableduck +anyone else who wants to!! :3

selfship picrew!! look how cutie this is!!

no pressure tagging: @fic-over-cannon @teddybeartoji @theold-ultraviolence and anyone else!

{SMAU}: pregnant reader sending maternity photoshoot pictures to jjk men!

{warnings}: profanity, suggestiveness, pet-names (sweetcheeks, baby, angel, sweetheart), reader is referred to as a girl/woman,wife, pregnancy, baby bump.

{includes}: gojo, geto, and nanami.

[part 2]

this was so long overdue 😭

asked by anon!

i love all the nanami-yuuji tumblr has been pushing on me sooo much 🥹🫶🫶🫶

this is adorable.

"So, you go against the hairs...that's right...and then with the hairs..."

"...is-- is this right?"

"Mmm. Now, clean your blade..."

You pretended to tidy the bedroom, sneaking glances up to Kento, and Yuuji, stood shirtless at the bathroom sink. Both had thickly lathered faces, and sharp razors, examining their faces in the mirror with absolute precision.

Sshhhhick. Swshswshswsh. Shhhhick-ck-ck. Swshswshswsh.

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Peach fuzz.

"...and so anyway, I said to Fushiguro, shadows are great but sometimes you gotta just hit a guy..."

Kento listened, quiet, his mind always calculating several threads while mentoring Yuuji; yet, he was distracted. The old school corridor bathed in orange evening light, setting Yuuji's hair aflame, to coral in rocks. With Yuuji's nattering profile illuminated, the edges of his cheeks blurred from their usual sharp relief.

Fuzzy.

"...like, Kugisaki gets it, but she's like, just a bit feral and..."

Kento wondered if Yuuji had noticed. Kento recalled he only noticed, when his grandfather brushed his jaw with one clawed-over old hand, softly mocking Kento's furry scowl in lilting Danish. Kento's eyes lowered to the floor, counting his own steps and thinking in one, two, three and thoughtful on four, five, six.

"...Gojo's great but it's hard to learn from a guy who's that far out of my league, y'know? So--"

"Itadori-kun."

Kento had stopped, straightening his glasses, looking out onto suburban skyline. Yuuji stopped with him, inquisitive. A train rattled through, distant, splitting through the sunset. Kento looked back to Yuuji.

"It's important to look tidy, at work. Professional."

Yuuji raised his eyebrows, elbows rounded as he held his arms out, looking down at himself. He shot Kento a bashful smile, rubbing the back of his head.

Fuzzy peach.

"...ah-- yeah...guess I've always been a bit scruffy, huh? My grandad used to tell me I'd never get a job with hair like this."

Kento hummed. He stepped forwards, and raised one long-fingered, broad hand to gently grasp Yuuji's jaw, tilting it back and forth in the amber glow. Yuuji's bottom lip drew up, his eyes wide in surprise.

"...Nanamin?"

"Has anyone taught you how to shave, Yuuji?"

Yuuji blushed, his eyes flicking away from Kento in a mortified little scowl, his jaw still clasped. Kento released him, clearing his throat and checking his watch.

"I think we're finished up, here. Do you have any evening plans, Itadori-kun?"

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"If you need to go over an area again, get more shaving foam-- not that much-- and repeat the steps..."

"...this is...tricky..."

"With regular practice, you can improve any skill, Itadori-kun. Unless you'd like a beard, which still needs management, you'll be shaving every few days, or more."

"...you always...look so tidy..." swshswshswsh.

"It takes effort." Shhhick. Swsh.

"Yeah right. I bet you wake up like that. Tie and all."

A deep, rumbling laugh. Yuuji's foamy, surprised face, looking so boyish.

You slid past the bathroom. You pulled your phone out, surreptitiously clicking a photo. Kento and Yuuji, leaning over the sink while Kento steadfastly instructed him, became your new phone background, and stayed as such for a full year.

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"Took a lot of portions to send him to bed with a full tummy."

Kento chuckled at you, his hair mussed and soft. Legs crossed in bed, with a book on his lap, he read to the sound of soft snores in the guest bedroom next door. The lamplight, low and warm, illuminated Kento's face in the gloom.

Stubbly.

You reached a hand out, brushing across his jaw, feeling its sandpaper rasp across your fingers.

"I think you were so busy teaching Yuuji," you whispered, scratching Kento's chin as he crumpled his lower lip up, "that you missed some patches yourself. C'mere."

You stood, walking to the bathroom and sitting on the counter, grabbing a razor and shaving foam. Kento's eyes twinkled at you, feigning annoyance. He walked to you at the sink, looking straight into the bones of you. He grasped your thighs, pushing them apart before settling between them, chuckling again as you lathered his face.

Shhhhick. Swshswshswsh. Shhhick-ck-ck. Swshswshswsh.

You felt a growing pressure between your legs as you focused on shaving Kento's jaw. Kento fidgeted, pyjamas tight and tenting. You bit your lip, smirking.

"...Mr.Nanami. I am trying to concentrate."

"Mmm, so am I, but it's...hard."

"Yes. I can feel that."

Another deep rumble of a laugh. Kento grasped your thighs tighter, pressing forwards into you. You gasped, taking the razor from his face as Kento nuzzled shaving foam into your giggling neck.

"Don't stop." He whispered, a crooked smile on his lathered face. "Concentrate, please, Mrs.Nanami."

happy father’s day to nanami. he’s not a dad but he saves girls with daddy issues everywhere❤️🕊️