#...MIGHT kiss or have a Situation

[asahiminato]

Can shoujo girls get back on this

[heyriel-art]

Today on self-care tips with Smii7Y: Feeling frustrated? Angry? Kinda pissed off? No biggie! Just ask your man for a kiss and it'll cheer you right up. 💕

[foursaints]

it’s the office anon again your response in fueling my delusion 😭 (don’t stop) - putting them in mundane settings and letting them be - them - is so satisfying. Imagine an office birthday party. One of the most bland, neurotypical settings possible. While everyone sings happy birthday Evan stands at the back and stares unblinkingly at the person whose birthday it is. They can feel his gaze but they’re afraid to meet it. Barty hocks down like 4 slices of cake and when he tries to offer Evan some he gets a 15 minute lecture about why birthday cake is actually evil incarnate and should not be consumed by anyone ever. Barty listens to the whole thing and then proceeds to throw his own slice of cake out the window and starts making the rounds to confiscate everyone else’s bc it’s offending Evan!! And if we wanna talk about James - Barty goes for his slice and sweet, cheery, optimistic James punches him square in the fucking jaw for trying to touch his food. Evan is not watching any of this he left after he finished speaking so he could resume staring blankly at the wall of his cubicle.

rosekiller showing up to every workplace event looking like this. barty stole the entire plate of the plastic-wrapped grocery hors d'oeuvres that evan liked and they're squatting under a table in the break room, eating them together.

[sandycookie]

fellas the book 7 update…. *crying*

(refer to the tags for my rambling, just to minimize ppl accidentally spoiling themselves)

[sysig]

Ooo requestober eh? Something I've been curious to see a bit more of maybe is Jake interracting with Scriabin. Edgar wondering about what the two of them talk about together alone got me curious too 👀

(Resending to the main for you :3)

Day 3 - Definitely not kissing! If that's what you think!

Meanwhile, Jake:

[adore-gregor]

😓

[strangeracrossthestreet]

making tier lists is a disease in my brain.

its been four months since the last one, updates shall always be required as things marinate <- this is it, the disease speaking

[dhwty-writes]

crush guy and i are down bad

[edwinisms]

ohhhh how the urge to write fanfic compels me……..but the dread of writing two very distinct english voices with very distinct slang and patterns of speech repels me

[astradyke]

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[adore-gregor]

Ooof

Looking at old posts, sometimes you just ask yourself what was I thinking 😅

[wizardlyghost]

i can't keep my silence anymore so i'm gonna say it: i do not get the gale-is-hot hype. like i'm happy for all of y'all but that man loves the sound of his own voice so much. i enjoy him as the annoying talking animal friend but i cannot see the sexual icon that has inspired so much of the fanart i'm sorry.

[so-long-soldier28]

A few pictures of our isaac pookie

Welcome to the not witty isaac world pookie!!!!

🥰🥰 he's so cuteeee I'm in loveee... between him & kai, there's something about these traumatized, blue eyed boys; I'm starting to collect them like stuffed animals. 😅

and then on the flip side (not to be horny on main at 7am), this mans is so hot, too. those mildly slutty v-necks all the time (what can I say, I'm a neck person), and handsss... also jawline. I wanna bite him. (and he can bite me, too.)

I have to admit, my mind has already conjured up several things I could write for him, and one of those I have already written, but I feel like I'm cheating on kai 😭. but hey, kai's just gonna have to learn to share ig

[meowizard]

shakira remains my fave. i think yasmins weird as much as anyone in the villa but genuinely im glad toni stands up for her

[kenntoria]

synopsis ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ when you’re too sick to care for your baby, nanami brings her to the office strapped to his chest—calm, efficient, and completely unfazed as he gives presentations with a pacifier on his tie and a baby on board.

tori’s notes ᝰ.ᐟ this is ridiculous i’m warning you

nanami doesn’t even flinch when you croak from under the covers, voice raw and pitiful: “ken, i can’t—i think i have a fever, and she won’t stop crying unless i’m holding her.”

your voice cracks halfway through the sentence. you look like a ghost of yourself, half-sunken into your nest of tissues and blankets, hair a disaster, eyes glazed and watery. the baby’s red-faced and sniffling too, sprawled across your chest like a little heater, tiny fists grasping your shirt like she knows you might try to hand her off.

nanami, standing in the doorway, calmly adjusts his watch.

“i’ll take her.”

you blink. “you… you have three meetings today.”

“and now i have three meetings with a baby,” he says, already crossing the room like a man with a mission.

you can’t even protest properly before he’s kneeling beside the bed and gently peeling her off you, expertly switching to his papa voice — warm and low, as if he’s de-escalating a tiny, fussy hostage situation.

“there we go,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her forehead, then yours. “we’ll manage. rest. you know what medicine you should take. call me if you need anything.”

ten minutes later, he’s at the front door in his usual tan coat, baby carrier strapped securely to his chest like she’s a very warm, very giggly piece of office equipment. she’s wearing one of those obnoxiously frilly headbands you swore you’d never put on her — but she screamed when he tried to take it off, and he’s not here to pick battles today.

diaper bag over his shoulder. bottle packed. pacifier clipped neatly to his tie. hair combed, shoes polished, baby securely swaddled and babbling.

“don’t let the interns try to hold her,” you wheeze weakly from the hallway.

“i would rather die,” he replies without missing a beat.

as he walks out, you hear him murmur to her, “no loud commentary during the finance report. we must suffer through it in dignified silence.”

cut to: the morning finance meeting, 9:01 a.m., in a fluorescent-lit conference room downtown.

the projector is humming. spreadsheets fill the screen. half the team is slumped in various degrees of caffeine withdrawal.

nanami kento walks in, perfectly on time, baby on his chest like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

he doesn’t explain it. doesn’t apologize. he walks straight to the head of the table, clicks open his laptop, adjusts the projector, and begins speaking with the same calm, measured cadence he always uses—

except this time, there’s a tiny foot sticking out of the carrier, gently bumping his blazer.

“moving into Q3,” he says, clicking to the next slide, “we’re forecasting a moderate increase in asset reallocation—”

the baby lets out a soft, inquisitive coo.

nanami glances down at her, gives a very small nod, and says to the room, “correct. the Q3 projections are, in fact, unfortunate.”

silence.

well—almost silence.

from somewhere near the coffee machine, an intern tries to whisper, “is that a—?”

nanami turns his head fractionally. just enough to shut it down.

“yes. she’s here in lieu of her mother, who is unwell. please direct all questions to me or her, depending on the topic.”

no one questions it.

she doesn’t cry, not even once. in fact, she seems thrilled. she clutches his tie like it’s her personal emotional support ribbon and waves her tiny hand every time someone shifts in their chair. at one point, she lets out a high-pitched giggle, and nanami simply pauses mid-sentence, gently pats her back, and continues like nothing happened.

someone tries to make eye contact and smile at her—

she beams and throws her toy at them.

nanami takes back the toy and sighs, “don’t encourage her. she’ll never stop.”

the entire time, he keeps presenting with his utmost precision, occasionally glancing down at her to tuck the headband back into place or swap her pacifier like he’s been doing this his whole life.

he wraps up right on time.

“any further questions?”

dead silence.

even the regional manager just gives a tight nod. no one wants to risk being shamed by a baby.

—

back home, it’s late afternoon when the door creaks open.

you’re still buried in blankets, half-delirious and clinging to a half-empty box of tissues. you blearily lift your head at the sound of keys in the bowl.

nanami walks in with the same exact expression he had when he left: calm, unreadable… except there’s a little extra softness at the corners of his eyes.

the baby is still strapped to his chest. fast asleep now, one hand gripping his tie, the other curled against his collarbone. she’s drooling slightly. he hasn’t removed the headband.

“she was very well-behaved,” he says quietly. “arguably more professional than half the team.”

you laugh — or try to, but it comes out as a croaky wheeze.

he crouches beside you, brushing a bit of hair from your face. “how are you feeling?”

“like death.” he nods and kisses your cheek.

you glance over at the baby. “how was she, really?”

“chatty,” he says, straight-faced. “opinionated about quarterly earnings. but otherwise excellent.”

he lifts her hand gently, unhooks her fingers from his tie.

“you’re insane,” you whisper.

he leans in to kiss your forehead, gentle and lingering.

“efficient,” he corrects.

then, after a beat—

“also… she now technically works in accounting.”

you blink. “what?”

he shrugs.

“someone handed her a spreadsheet. she drooled on it. that’s more than my latest intern did today.”

you laugh again, properly this time.

he finally unstraps her, carefully settling her into the bassinet. she doesn’t stir — not even when he tucks her blanket in with military precision.

you lie there watching him move quietly around the apartment, sleeves rolled up, tie chewed, hair slightly out of place, and realize:

papa nanami could take over the world with a baby strapped to his chest and a pacifier in his pocket, and he’d still be home in time to fold the laundry.