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Ankko week day 7 ! my sketch colored by @samoqueen , you da best ni !

Best husbando ever :-:

WBC watching over RBC

Double Spidey

Whether you are dreaming or from the future, I’m sure that there is a reason why you’ve been sent here. 

Life on Mars (2018)

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Days with SENSEI

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𝐁𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐏𝐭 𝐈𝐈

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐀 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 , 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 : 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐏𝐭 𝐈. 𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥

PLEASE READ MY RULES BEFORE YOU INTERACT. I BLOCK MINORS AND AGLESS/BLANK BLOGS!!!!

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Thinking about how sweet Nanami is to you during your pregnancy.

He’s so attentive, even more so than usual, because he wants to make sure that you’re comfortable. He’ll run you baths at night and give you massages when your muscles are tense. He also holds your belly up to alleviate some of the pressure on your back.

Nanami is the type of daddy who will go with you to all of your doctor visits. Even when he has to work he’ll find a way to make it. He will also go with you the recommended birthing classes without you having to ask. He’ll learn Lamaze techniques so he can help you remember the correct breathing and relaxation forms for when you go into labor. All the other mothers in your class can’t help but tell you how lucky you are to have him because most of their husbands didn’t even come.

Later that night while Nanami is gently rubbing your tummy and whispering sweet nothings to your baby you can’t help but agree, you’re so incredibly lucky.

When you finally go into labor Nanami holds your hand the entire time.

He whispers words of encouragement into your ear, telling you “how strong you are,” “how you can do this,” and “how he’s right here with you.”

You deliver the sweetest little angel who looks like a perfect carbon copy of her daddy and even though you’re a little jealous (because you’re the one that held her for 9 months) your heart overflows with love for your new family

Bonus :

Sweat covers your brow.

Your chest rises and falls rapidly as you try your best to catch your breath. After twenty-four hours of intense labor your baby girl is finally here and she’s perfect — ten little fingers and toes, a tiny button nose, the chubbiest cheeks you’ve ever seen, and a head full of hair. She’s your little angel. And while you stare at your daughter in amazement you feel Nanami press his lips against your head. “Thank you” he says in a voice laced with adoration as he places his large palm on your daughter’s head “thank you so much.”

Your eyes begin to well up with tears . . . freaking hormones

学園ベビーシッターズ 7-12

Beautiful Cruel World

Soooo. JJK has got me in my feels. And after some going back and forth with @goth-mami-writer, this angst filled minific was born. Enjoy!

Spoilers! Proceed with Caution!

Summary: Nanami sees more than just the beach during his final moments

Every step is pain. The air against his melted skin stings, making the exposed muscles throb in time with his heart beat. Nanami Kento focuses on putting one step in front of the other. He needs to keep going. Needs to make sure the others survive. But he is so tired. His entire body aches, but the lack of vision from his left eye is the worst. 

Kento feels off balance, and he breathes deep to focus on his footing. He can't fall now. Not when he still breathes. 

“Malaysia,” he rumbles, and fuck. Even that hurts, but he pushes on, mind elsewhere instead of the cold steel walls of the train station. A beach, with blue water and white sand. Horribly reminiscent of the Domain he'd just escaped from. Nanami thinks morbidly. 

His ears pick up the disgusting sounds of Curses and transfiguration humans. He can't bring himself to feel anything for the tortured souls, not now. Not when all he can feel is agony. He focuses back on white sand and crashing waves. 

Nanami Kento’s body moves on instinct, fighting his way through the hoard of disfigured bodies that called out for help. His mind was elsewhere, far away on that beach in Malaysia. 

Kento crouches, splashing the water with a soft smile. It feels wonderful against his skin. His jacket is discarded to the sand shore, and he steps further into the ocean despite his shoes and socks still on. He feels free for the first time in what feels like ages. 

“Kento.”

The blonde freezes, eyes opening and mouth dropping as his dream suddenly becomes a nightmare. He can feel the gentle splash of another body joining him in the ocean, but he doesn't dare turn around. Nanami couldn't bear to face the one he loved. 

The ghostly touch of two hands comes to rest upon his shoulders, and he tenses at the touch. As much as he wants to, he doesn't resist the soft pressure, and soon, he is gazing up at you. 

You smile down at him, soft and full of devotion just like usual. One hand carefully slides across his face and into his hair, “Kento,” you whisper, and the man breaks. 

“My love, please forgive me,” His voice, always strong and reassuring, cracks in his anguish. He would never see you again. Your radiant beauty and the soft touch of your hand when you welcome him home after a long mission. The thought crushes him more than anything else up to this point, and Nanami finds himself clutching at your visage. 

“There was nothing that I could have done. Forgive me for leaving you in this cruel world,” he begs and drops his head, brow resting upon your stomach as he kneels in the water. 

Your hands tighten in his hair and gently bring his face up and away from your body. You look at him, eyes knowing and understanding, and Kento knows then that you will never blame him for his failure. That like every other time he has come to you, broken and bleeding, you would whisper how strong he is, how much of a hero he was to continue this dangerous life. 

“I can't change the choices I have made to bring us here, but I can apologize for how unfair this outcome is for you,” Nanami murmurs, voice soft and full of love only for the one person who brought so much light into his dangerous life, “I'm sorry, my love.” 

Nanami Kento opens his eyes to the phantom of his dead best friend, ears picking up the sounds of frantic footsteps. He turns his good side and smiles softly at the sight of the pinkett. 

“Itadori Yuuji,” Kento says loud enough for the teenager to hear him, “You take it from here.” 

Father's Day ❤️ Daddy Nanamin is my weakness 🥺