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hi, i'm keke! i write cozy jjk fanfiction filled with soft moments, comfort, and everyday love.

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☕ Dad Nanami Diaries married life • family • comfort • domestic fluff

Follow Nanami, his wife, and their six-year-old daughter through the little moments that make a family—first crushes, holidays, milestones, and everything in between.

Status: Ongoing

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🌿 Little Moments with Megumi college au • slow burn • romance

A collection of quiet moments between two college students slowly falling in love—late-night studying, coffee runs, rainy walks, and all the little things that matter most.

Status: Coming Soon

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✨ 365 Days with Gojo dating au • slice of life • comedy • romance

Every day with Gojo is a new adventure. From chaotic dates to quiet nights together, these are the memories that make up a relationship.

Status: Planned

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Nanami finds out his daughter has a crush..

pairing: dad!nanami x reader genre: fluff, family, comfort

“And he gave me a flower from the playground.”

Your daughter has been going on and on, giving you all the intricate details of her newfound crush at school. Loud footsteps in the background overpower her light voice.

“Honey, I’m home,” Nanami shouts down the hall.

Before you can stand up from the couch, your daughter darts out of the room toward her dad, jumping into his arms. You join them, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

“Eww! Do you guys have to do that?” She crosses her tiny arms.

“Yes. I love your mom, Princess.” He looks down at you with gleaming eyes.

“Dad, how do you know when you love someone?”

Nanami drops his briefcase onto the floor and clears his throat.

“I knew I loved your mother when I realized I didn’t want to spend another day without her.” He smiles as he looks at you.

“Mom, does that mean I love Ethan?”

Nanami’s eyes shoot wide open, and he clears his throat again.

“Who is Ethan?”

Your daughter looks down, a slight red tint appearing on her cheeks.

“Ethan is my crush, Dad. I love him.”

“Princess, you’re in the first grade,” Nanami says, rubbing a hand over his face.

“So? You said that when you love someone, you don’t want to spend a day without them. I want to see Ethan every day.”

Nanami takes a deep breath.

“Honey, why don’t you go to your room and start on your homework?”

She rolls her eyes.

“Fine, Mommy.”

She runs up the stairs. By the time her bedroom door shuts, Nanami is sinking into the living room couch.

“She’s six. She doesn’t need to be worried about boys. I thought I wouldn’t have to deal with this until she was sixteen.” He blows out a breath, rubbing a hand over his face.

“Don’t worry about it. Everyone has at least one crush in elementary school. She’ll grow out of it.” You rub his shoulders gently.

“I hope she’s still my little girl.” His eyes begin to water.

“She loves you, baby. She’ll always be your little girl. You’re all she talks about—especially when you sneak her lemonade for breakfast.”

You both let out a quiet laugh. He wraps his arm around you before resting his head against your chest.

written by keke ♡

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nanami comforts his daughter after she spills her milk

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nanami comforts his daughter after she spills her milk pairing: dad!nanami x reader genre: fluff, family, comfort warnings: none word count: 366

“Daddy, can you make sure to add extra sprinkles on top of my pancakes? I want the unicorn ones.”

“Of course, Princess. Any more requests you have for me?”

“I want lemonade with my pancakes!” She crossed her little arms and knitted her eyebrows together.

“Sorry, Angel, but you know your mom has strong rules. No sugary drinks with pancakes.” Nanami gripped the pan, making sure not to burn the pancakes.

“But Mom doesn’t have to know,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“Your mom knows everything.” A small giggle escaped his lips as he wiped the sweat from his brow after standing in front of the hot stove. “Listen, Princess, why don’t you grab a water bottle from the fridge?”

“I DON’T WANT WATER! IT’S NASTY, DAD!” she yelled, waving her hands dramatically.

Nanami placed the now-overcooked pancake on a plate and turned around.

“I understand. What about milk? I loved having milk with pancakes growing up.”

“Yes, milk tastes better than water.”

Before Nanami could even give her directions, she bolted to the fridge to grab the container. After setting it on the counter, she placed her small step stool in front of the cabinet and reached for her favorite princess cup to pour her milk into it.

She stuck her tongue out in concentration as she lifted the heavy container with both little hands.

The milk carton wobbled.

“Uh-oh…”

A second later, milk spilled across the counter.

Nanami swiftly turned around to hurry to his daughter when he spotted three tears falling from her eyes.

“Daddy, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to spill the milk.”

Nanami's heart dropped.

“Sweetheart, don’t you cry. Accidents happen, and it’s okay.”

He scooped her up in his arms.

She rested her tiny head on his shoulder. Her little hand gripped his shirt.

While he held her, he grabbed a paper towel and quickly wiped up the mess. A small wet patch soaked through his shirt.

“Daddy,” she whispered.

“Yes, Princess?”

“Can I get lemonade since I dropped the milk?”

Nanami couldn’t say no now.

“Yes, but do not tell your mom.”

“Yay! Thanks, Dad!”

Nanami smiled down at his daughter, still in awe that she was his.

written by keke ♡

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nanami comforts his daughter after she spills her milk

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nanami comforts his daughter after she spills her milk pairing: dad!nanami x reader genre: fluff, family, comfort warnings: none word count: 366

“Daddy, can you make sure to add extra sprinkles on top of my pancakes? I want the unicorn ones.”

“Of course, Princess. Any more requests you have for me?”

“I want lemonade with my pancakes!” She crossed her little arms and knitted her eyebrows together.

“Sorry, Angel, but you know your mom has strong rules. No sugary drinks with pancakes.” Nanami gripped the pan, making sure not to burn the pancakes.

“But Mom doesn’t have to know,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“Your mom knows everything.” A small giggle escaped his lips as he wiped the sweat from his brow after standing in front of the hot stove. “Listen, Princess, why don’t you grab a water bottle from the fridge?”

“I DON’T WANT WATER! IT’S NASTY, DAD!” she yelled, waving her hands dramatically.

Nanami placed the now-overcooked pancake on a plate and turned around.

“I understand. What about milk? I loved having milk with pancakes growing up.”

“Yes, milk tastes better than water.”

Before Nanami could even give her directions, she bolted to the fridge to grab the container. After setting it on the counter, she placed her small step stool in front of the cabinet and reached for her favorite princess cup to pour her milk into it.

She stuck her tongue out in concentration as she lifted the heavy container with both little hands.

The milk carton wobbled.

“Uh-oh…”

A second later, milk spilled across the counter.

Nanami swiftly turned around to hurry to his daughter when he spotted three tears falling from her eyes.

“Daddy, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to spill the milk.”

Nanami's heart dropped.

“Sweetheart, don’t you cry. Accidents happen, and it’s okay.”

He scooped her up in his arms.

She rested her tiny head on his shoulder. Her little hand gripped his shirt.

While he held her, he grabbed a paper towel and quickly wiped up the mess. A small wet patch soaked through his shirt.

“Daddy,” she whispered.

“Yes, Princess?”

“Can I get lemonade since I dropped the milk?”

Nanami couldn’t say no now.

“Yes, but do not tell your mom.”

“Yay! Thanks, Dad!”

Nanami smiled down at his daughter, still in awe that she was his.

written by keke ♡

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megumi is jealous of your coworker

⭒ megumi is jealous of your coworker pt 1 ⭒

Megumi pushed the cart slowly behind you, one hand gripping the handle and the other tucked into the pocket of his black hoodie.

“Do we really have to be here right now? I want to go home and sleep,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“I want to get my favorite cereal. You know how much Lucky Charms mean to me.”

I brushed my hand lightly down his arm, and a tint of red flashed across his face.

“Yes, I know. Let’s just get it and go so we can head home.”

I let go of his arm and walked over to the cereal aisle when I heard a loud, familiar voice call my name.

I turned to the right and saw my coworker approaching, the sound of his heavy boots echoing through the store.

“Hey, I didn’t think you left the house, little Miss Antisocial.”

“Hey! You know I don’t like talking to customers—they bore me.”

We both burst into laughter.

Megumi stood there, staring at Ethan. Both hands gripped the cart handle, his knuckles turning red from how hard he was squeezing.

“Who are you?”

I looked at Megumi, but I couldn’t read his expression. It was his usual blank stare.

Ethan cleared his throat and took two steps back.

“I’m her favorite coworker. I like to think of myself as her work husband, even though she doesn’t agree with that title.” He smirked. “And let me guess—you must be her brother.”

“He’s not my brother, Ethan. He’s my—”

“Boyfriend,” Megumi and I said at the same time.

Megumi gently rested his hand on my lower back.

Ethan cleared his throat again.

“My bad. I didn’t know. It was nice meeting you two. See you later at work.”

He pushed his cart quickly down the aisle, accidentally bumping into Megumi’s back on the way.

“Douchebag.”

“Megumi, language. Don’t say stuff like that.”

“So now you’re defending your work husband? Whatever. Let’s just go home.”

“Megumi.”

I called out his name, but he was already heading down the aisle toward checkout.

I hurried after him, weaving around shoppers as he pushed the cart ahead of me.

“Megumi,” I called again.

He didn’t look back. He just kept pushing the cart.

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megumi is jealous of your coworker

⭒ megumi is jealous of your coworker pt 1 ⭒

Megumi pushed the cart slowly behind you, one hand gripping the handle and the other tucked into the pocket of his black hoodie.

“Do we really have to be here right now? I want to go home and sleep,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“I want to get my favorite cereal. You know how much Lucky Charms mean to me.”

I brushed my hand lightly down his arm, and a tint of red flashed across his face.

“Yes, I know. Let’s just get it and go so we can head home.”

I let go of his arm and walked over to the cereal aisle when I heard a loud, familiar voice call my name.

I turned to the right and saw my coworker approaching, the sound of his heavy boots echoing through the store.

“Hey, I didn’t think you left the house, little Miss Antisocial.”

“Hey! You know I don’t like talking to customers—they bore me.”

We both burst into laughter.

Megumi stood there, staring at Ethan. Both hands gripped the cart handle, his knuckles turning red from how hard he was squeezing.

“Who are you?”

I looked at Megumi, but I couldn’t read his expression. It was his usual blank stare.

Ethan cleared his throat and took two steps back.

“I’m her favorite coworker. I like to think of myself as her work husband, even though she doesn’t agree with that title.” He smirked. “And let me guess—you must be her brother.”

“He’s not my brother, Ethan. He’s my—”

“Boyfriend,” Megumi and I said at the same time.

Megumi gently rested his hand on my lower back.

Ethan cleared his throat again.

“My bad. I didn’t know. It was nice meeting you two. See you later at work.”

He pushed his cart quickly down the aisle, accidentally bumping into Megumi’s back on the way.

“Douchebag.”

“Megumi, language. Don’t say stuff like that.”

“So now you’re defending your work husband? Whatever. Let’s just go home.”

“Megumi.”

I called out his name, but he was already heading down the aisle toward checkout.

I hurried after him, weaving around shoppers as he pushed the cart ahead of me.

“Megumi,” I called again.

He didn’t look back. He just kept pushing the cart.

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hi! i’m keke 🐺

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i’m an aspiring author writing jjk fanfiction with a soft spot for megumi.

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