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you always knew you and nanami kento loved each other in that way. since you were ten years old and playing with mud, to when you were twenty and yelling at each other through a parking lot because of a nasty argument about god knows what. since having an unspoken crush for each other in middle school, to not talking in highschool yet listening to the same artists hoping the other would share a song and start a conversation again. since running in the woods at sixteen playing hide and seek and smoking the first cigarettes together, to having different parters at nineteen. since finding out the love never ran out at twenty-two, to confessing it to each other in a whisper under the stars a few days later.

“i love you” he blurts out, quickly, watching away from your face and the can of beer you are holding. “i love you too.” you say, fondly, like you always do.

“no.” he says, moving his head towards you again. “i love you. in like- i wanna kiss you way. i wanna hold your hand way. i wanna have sex with you way.”

“oh”. your voice is barely audible, heat crawling up your neck. the night is warm and only a few centimeters are in the way of your pinkies brushing. for a second, he considers taking it back, but soon it’s too late. you are already looking his way, as if you’re looking for shapes in the freckles that start showing on his cheeks around this time of the year. “when did you figure it out?”

your question stings him a little bit, like a nail poking at his heart from the inside, because you sound so detached. he thinks he has ruined everything but it really is too late now anyways so he blurts out “a week ago, at shoko’s. you were wearing a sundress, and i thought i was having a heart attack because i could feel it beating in my head but it really was just you looking beautiful.”

you swallow hard, looking right into his eyes. “are you sure?”

your questions are making him feel weird, like the nails under his skin are just growing in number. do you hate him now? he shifts in his seat and eventually gets up, mumbling something about being rejected by you sooner than he expected.

the night isn’t warm anymore when you wrap your fingers around his wrist and force him to look back at you, still sitting on the rusty bench at this random park you never go to at night. your beer is long forgotten. “don’t leave.” you mumble, then looking up at him you ask again “are you sure this is when you realized you were in love with me?”

he looks lost. “i just told you-” but you cut him off by standing up fast, almost tripping on yourself, wanting to be on his eye level. your eyebrows furrow when you say “because i knew it long before that. i knew you were in love with me when i was ten, and you picked flowers for me when i was crying because i scraped my knee falling from the tree in your backyard. i knew you were in love with me when i was fifteen, and you refused to kiss me when we were playing spin the bottle because you said my first kiss was supposed to be special. i knew you loved me last year when gojo asked me out on a date when i had just been broken up with and you acted like he wounded you for a week, saying it was nothing and still not talking to us until i told you i had said no to his stupid date idea." you are moving closer now, one step away from his face and his freckles, and nanami looks speechless, as if words are not even forming in his brain.

you hold your hands out, gripping his firmly like you are praying together. he is used to your touch, but its burning him now, like you are made of fire. and you feel made of fire, with a newfound passion sizzling right at the top of your stomach. your speech is not over.

"i noticed everything, kento. i have seen you all this time. you know why?" you squeeze his hands, and he has never seen this light in your eyes. he reminds him of that time after graduation when you were telling him about your idea of moving away, and he had asked you to come with. he slowly shakes his head no. you smile. "because i love you too."

it comes in waves for him. the surprise, the happiness, the shock. his eyes widen while you keep on rumbling, even though you are whispering now. "i was in love with you all this time as well. i still am, and i probably always will be. i wanted you to be my first kiss that time when the bottle landed on you, and i wanted you to ask me out, not gojo. last week i was wearing that dress for you, kento. i do everything for you”.

suddenly your lips meet with his, like a strong invisible force pulled you towards each other. his hands find your hips and squeeze, as if he’s scared to let go. you almost giggle on his lips, thinking back of when in high school you used to brush his bangs away from his eyes just to be able to look at him better.

he whispers “i love you” again, and this time you say it back quickly, fondly, wholeheartedly. you always knew you and nanami kento loved each other in that way.

quick friends to lovers blurt with nanamin (based on my real life ? idek)

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Ommggg, I read absurdism some time ago and you never posted any chapters.... WHAT HAPPENEDDDDD!!!!????? I LOVED THE SERIES IT WAS CUTE

i am so sorry !!! it’s just that it wasn’t working for me anymore, i felt like it wasn’t going anywhere and with everything else happening in my life i just could not find the inspiration to complete it 😭😭 i am still going to write something else maybe??? i hope !! i’m just struggling rn sorry

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i want to get a master's degree i want to take a cake decorating class i want to dance i want to sing i want to write and remember how to think i want to swim i want to be free

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I love personalization. I love stickers on water bottles and on laptops. I love shitty marker drawing on the toes of converse. I love hand embroidered doodles on jeans. I love posters on walls. I love knick knacks on shelves. I love jewelry with goofy charms. I love when people take things and make them theirs.

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this weird “get a real job” behavior towards anyone working in retail, fast food, etc is always been disgusting to me. because say those people “get a real job” who is there to stock the necessities you need like groceries, clothing, hair care, and more? people love to try to bring these people down but when they need them?

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i think i have a writers block 🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻

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the sluttiest thing a man can do is come back home tired from a long day of work and loosen up his tie with one hand, so imagine kuroo , undoing the first two buttons of his white shirt, finally relaxing with only one goal in mind , to finally be able to hold you , to be held.

he would collaps on you no matter what you were doing , if you were in the kitchen , he'd hold you pressing his chest against your back , his hands exploring your body, fingers tracing lazy patterns over your waist as he exhales, warm breath tickling your neck. "missed you," he mutters, voice rough from the day, lips ghosting over your shoulder before quickly stealing a piece of wtv you were preparing.

if you were on the couch, it wouldn’t matter—he’d drape himself over you like a heavy blanket, burying his face in the crook of your neck. his tie, still hanging loosely around his collar, brushes against your skin as his arms wrap around your middle, pulling you impossibly close. "just for a second..." he sighs a hand squeezing your ass, but you both know he’s not moving anytime soon.

just imagineeee him , pouring himself a glass of whiskey, sleeves rolled up, finally letting his shoulders relax. he takes a sip , the ice clinking softly against the glass the faintest sigh escaping him as the warmth spreads through his chest before he invites you on his lap , his hands on your hips tracing small circles. "tell me about your day," he murmurs, voice low, rough from fatigue but filled with something else—a quiet sort of craving. he watches you as you speak, drinking in your presence more than thedrink in his hand. every now and then, he hums in response, fingers tightening ever so slightly on your waist when you shift.

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"youd do numbers on tumblr" girl i am on tumblr and the numbers? 4

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googling master degree programs that are true and beautiful and master degrees that are a vibe

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the first time sukuna ryomen hears 212 by azealia banks it’s through the walls of his room that he shares directly with your bathroom. your voice sounds muffled over the loud bass base that is pounding a hole in his head while he’s trying to focus on his pc. he’s trying to write a paper for college and it’s almost impossible with all the noise you have been making. you weren’t a bad neighbor overall - i mean, he has never seen you in person - but the music you would blast while showering was absolutely insufferable to him. you always kept quiet, day and night, never run around or moved furniture. sukuna has been living there for well over a month and everything was going well, apart from the fact that you loved singing in the shower. it was okay the first times, really, but lately the songs kept getting louder and louder. and it was all annoying, girly club music. the one he couldn’t really stomach.

so when he hears the first notes of yet another kim petras’ song he gets up from his chair and bolts out the apartment, ringing at your doorbell. it takes a while for the volume to be turned down, and ever more for you to reach the door. when you crack it slightly open, you see a tall, tattooed, attractive, muscular man looking down at you with pure hatred in his eyes. your brain goes blank and you let the door slip from your hands, opening fully only to reveal your towel-covered body and damp hair. his eyes widen, but never leave your frame or seem to be less angry. “hi?” you say, confused.

“hi.” his voice is deep, his sentences short and cutting “would you mind turning the damn music down?”

“oh” you frown, looking at him from head to toe. you notice how he’s wearing grey sweat pants and a black sabbath’s t-shirt that looks like it has seen better days. his hair is all over the place. a smirk makes its way to your face. “yeah, i would actually mind. i was kinda in the middle of something…” you gesture back to the direction in which the music is still coming from and your towel falls slightly lower.

the stranger’s eyes follow your hands as you pull it up again, rolling them afterwards. “i’m trying to work here.” he gestures (mocking you) at his front door, right next to yours.

“okay?” you purse your lips. “i don’t think that’s any of my business really. i’m just playing some good music.”

“good?” his eyebrows furrow. “you don’t even know what good music is.”

you roll your eyes. “okay, stranger. go ahead and insult me right in my house.” you chuckle ironically, meanwhile ayesha erotica starts playing in the background. “oooh, i love this song!” you squeal, and his eyes dart quickly between the direction in which the music is coming from and your body. your frame hugged by that towel is making him rethink being mad at you.

before he can say anything else, you smile forcefully. “gotta go back in there. byeeee!” and you close the door right in front of his face.

he stands there for a while, eyes widened and twitching. how can you be so hot and yet so annoying? he starts asking himself while walking back to his room. he sits back in his chair and as soon as he decides to surrender for the day and give up on his work, the music finally stops. sighting in relief, he opens his laptop again, still thinking about you and how that little towel wasn’t even covering all that much.

you definitely will be a problem, he thinks, taking a deep breath finally in silence.

or so he thinks, because not even a second later the first notes of paranoid from black sabbath start playing at full volume on your speaker. he laughs with himself. “she’s funny” he mumbles, shaking his head, secretly hoping to bump in you again soon.

sorry guys just had a shower and thought aboyt this. also i love music bye <3 hope you get all my songs references i’m sorry

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inbox me for requests on anything btw i’m interested in prompts for future works :)

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idk thinking about how sometimes you have to show up for people you aren't that close to, because sometimes you're just the person who's there. sometimes you invite a new friend to a party and end up having to sit with them through a panic attack. sometimes you run into an acquaintance on their worst day and they need to talk about what happened. sometimes someone is crying in a stairwell and you're the only one around to ask if they're okay. and none of this is "trauma dumping" or whatever the fuck it's just being there for people because you're the one in the room with them.

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i have this theory that nanami kento loves like a hozier song

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I am so confused about your last anon help😭😭

ME TOO ! i’m always confused about stuff but that weirded me out a little bit ngl 😭

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It is CANON megumi is a MAN with a DICK.

I AM SO LOST what’s going on why am i being told this

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It is CANON megumi is STRAIGHT. Gege said in an interview in Japan he is ONLY into females with strong personalities AND it’s shown in the manga and anime.

okay?