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show me love!

a kento nanami fanfiction where he shows you what love is after you got ghosted by your talking stage [from this ask] wc 1.6k

kento nanami x f!reader

ⵌ another request 🤭 took inspiration from my talking stage too for this (he ghosted me too btw) ANYWAYS nanami art from @/chu-cho on tumblr!

after years being single, you finally have a talking stage. well, still not a boyfriend, but you've gone on a date. that.. counts for something, right?

you met this guy through your friend, who swore that the two of you would totally get along. you did get along, pretty well actually.

the first date was a blast. the conversation flowed naturally it didn't feel like the first meeting. he laughed at your dumb jokes, flirted with you effortlessly, and somehow hours passed without either of you noticing.

on the way home, he asked you if you'd like to go on a second date. you, of course, agreed to that.

"Yeah," you said too quickly.

He laughed. "That's a quick answer."

"Was i supposed to make you wait?"

"Not at all."

the smile that settled on his face stayed there for the rest of the drive.

by the time he dropped you off, you practically skipped back to your apartment with a smile plastered on your face, already imagining how the second date would go. maybe he'd take you to somewhere new? or maybe you'd hold his hand? or even kiss him?!

but the fantasy slowly dissolved, day by day.

his replies came a little later than usual. at first, you brushed it off. he's probably just busy, you thought. but then they got shorter. no more good morning text, no more asking about how your day goes.

soon, he was barely active. your messages sat unread for hours, sometimes days.

your excitement had turned into waiting. for a reply. for an explanation. for the second date that never came.

"Do you think i did something wrong to him?" the question slipped out quietly.

Nanami's brows furrowed, looking up from his coffee. "...No," he said simply. "Who are we talking about exactly?"

you let out an exaggerated groan, sinking further on his couch. "My talking stage."

"The one your friend introduced you to?"

you nodded.

"What about him?"

"He asked me on a second date," you said, throwing your hands up in disbelief. "And then he freakin' ghosted me! Can you believe that?!"

Nanami went silent, but the grip on his coffee mug tightened ever so slightly.

"And you know what's embarrassing?" you sighed. "I actually got excited, i was looking forward to seeing him again."

Nanami looked at you for a long moment. "Anyone would."

"Would what?"

"Anyone would be excited after being asked on a second date." he looked away, his voice as even as ever. "There's nothing embarrassing about that."

you laughed bitterly. "Maybe this is the universe's way of telling me to give up on love."

Nanami's head snapped back to you. "Don't say that."

you shrugged, rolling your eyes. "Im being serious. Dating is not for me."

"You met one inconsiderate man."

"One is too much, Ken."

"Still not enough to decide the rest of your life," he said softly.

"Easy for you to say," you looked away.

he watched you quietly, not bothering to argue anymore. but somewhere in the back of his mind, he hoped one day you'd realize someone truly loved you.

. . . .

oh.

someone already did.

and it's him. he loved you, well still until now.

he noticed that you looked exhausted. not physically, but emotionally.

and Nanami hated that. so he made a decision. he wouldn't confess, no, not when you're still dealing with dissapointment someone else caused.

he would wait. and while he waited, he'd show you.

—

you were so, so oblivious. maybe you'd gotten used to Nanami's antics, but lately he'd been much sweeter than before.

like how he'd show up at your office, his blond hair and green-tinted glasses making him more easy to spot in the crowd.

he didn't even tell you beforehand that he'd be visiting. he just showed up out of nowhere while you were eating in the cafeteria.

"... Ken?" you blinked, caught off guard. "What are you doing here?"

"I was just passing by," he replied. "Figured i'd buy you some pastries."

he placed a rather large paper bag into your hands. you peeked inside the bag and found every single one of you favorite pastries, and it was from the bakery you've mentioned a lot of times to him.

"Oh, thanks," you said, still peeking inside of the bag. "You didn't have to go through all that trouble, though. The bakery's in the opposite direction."

Nanami only gave you a small shrug. "It wasn't much of a detour." he said. "Besides, i know you want to try their pastries."

"How did you know?" you tilted your head slightly, and it was so adorable that Nanami felt his heart skip a beat.

"You've mentioned it a lot."

"I did?"

"Mhm."

you frowned, trying to remember. "... Huh," for a moment, you genuinely couldn't recall ever bringing it up once. "Well, thanks, Ken," you smiled, lifting the bag slightly. "I'll give you a review later!"

not only that, he always kept his promises. every. single. one.

if he promised to pick you up after a late shift, he'd already be waiting outside before you even clocked out.

"I thought you were just bluffing!" you admitted, half-surprised.

Nanami raised an eyebrow. "Since when do i bluff?"

or when he promised to take you to the new café you'd been wanting to try, he'd show up at your apartment an hour early.

you opened the door, still in your pajamas and damp hair, only to find Nanami waiting outside.

"Ken?"

"Morning."

You glanced at the clock, then back at him. "We're leaving in an hour."

"I know," he nodded.

"And you're... here?"

"I don't want to be late," he said simply.

"You're an hour early."

"So that i'm not late when i picked you up."

You let out a small laugh. "Unbelievable," you said. "You better help me get ready then!"

he smiled, barely noticeable. "Of course, sweetheart." he muttered that last word.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing."

then came the day you finally realized Nanami was in love with you.

it was when you were hanging out at his apartment, sprawled on his couch, watching whatever was on TV.

during a commercial break, you got up to grab a cup of tea.

"Ken, you want anything?" you called from the kitchen.

"No, thank you."

you opened one of the cabinets and noticed something.

you grabbed a box of tea bags and looked over to him.

"Ken."

"Yeah?"

"Why do you have my favorite tea in your cabinet?"

Nanami looked over to you briefly. "I bought it a while ago," he said. "You drink it, so i thought i'd keep some around."

"Why?" you asked. "I only come over once in a while."

"Exactly," he replied. "It's there when you do."

you looked down at the unopened box of tea in your hands. then, the realization hits.

it wasn't just the tea.

there was your favorite blanket folded neatly over the armrest. your favorite snacks in his pantry, even though he never ate them. the slippers he bought just for you because you hated wearing his.

the pastries, every promises he'd kept, every tiny detail he'd remembered without you asking.

none of it had ever been random.

you slowly lifted your gaze from the box to Nanami.

he was still sitting on the couch, eyes fixed on the television as though nothing had happened.

your heart skipped.

you'd been so caught up in your dissapointment over your talking stage that you never stopped to notice that Nanami was in love with you.

you let out a quiet, disbelieving laugh, pressing a hand to your forehead.

"I'm such an idiot."

Nanami looked away from the television. "What is it?"

you met his eyes. the same calm eyes you'd looked into many times before. only now, you saw then differently.

you walked back to the couch. "Nothing," you murmured, unable to stop the smile tugging at your lips.

Nanami raised an eyebrow when you sat down unusually close to him. like really close.

"You—"

"I already know, Ken," you said, unable to hide your grin.

Nanami blinked, momentarily at loss for words.

"Know... what?"

you smiled. "You know."

he held your gaze, his expression unreadable.

"I'm afraid i don't," he muttered.

"Liar."

his eyebrows lifted just slightly. "...Liar?"

"Mhm."

he let out a quiet breath. "When did you figure it out?"

you couldn't help but laugh. "Now you are admitting it!"

"I didn't think it was obvious," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"It wasn't, really," you admitted. "I was just.. incredibly oblivious."

the corner of his mouth lifted into the smallest smile. "That's true."

"Excuse me?!" you gasped, lightly nudging his arm.

"I was agreeing with you, not insulting."

you stared at him in mock offense. "Unbelievable."

"Got that a lot."

the familiar banter made you laugh again. then, the laughter faded, replaced by something quieter.

"...You waited a long time, didn't you?"

Nanami's smile softened. "I didn't mind waiting."

"Even if i never figured it out?"

"As long as you were happy," he said quietly. "that was enough for me."

a small smile spread across your face. "You know," you murmured. "You make it really hard not to fall in love with you."

for once, Nanami was speechless. "I wasn't expecting that."

you rolled your eyes playfully. "Figured."

after a brief moment, he reached your hand, his fingers carefully intertwining with yours.

"So, does that mean.."

you gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "It means i love you too, silly."

He laughed softly. "I'm glad."

you rested your head on his shoulder and he leaned just enough for you to notice.

Nanami had been saying i love you all along. and you'd finally noticed him.

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can you say... dada?

a toji fushiguro fanfiction where he's trying to teach babygumi how to say 'dada' but he just says mama all the time. [from this ask.]

toji fushiguro x wife!reader ft. babygumi.

ⵌ sorry if there are any grammar errors!! im lowk flopping.. oh and art from @/thatsallitchief !

fatherhood had changed Toji in ways he'd never admit.

not dramatically, no. he's still grumpy, still impatient, and still looked permanently annoyed whenever someone interrupted his peace.

but somewhere along the way, he'd become the kind of man who could spent twenty minutes sitting on the floor with his baby doing absolutely nothing. and he somewhat enjoy it.

the apartment was quiet that afternoon.

sun spilled through the windows, warming the carpet where Megumi sat surrounded by his blocks.

Toji lounged on the couch, one arm draped over it, watching his son knock over a tower he'd the last spent 10 minutes building

Toji snorted at the delighted squeal Megumi let out. "Dumbass."

Megumi looked up, his face brightened instantly. then, he abandoned his blocks without hesitation.

he crawled straight into Toji's lap.

"There he is," Toji muttered, scooping him up and balancing him on

Megumi giggled as Toji pressed an absent kiss to the top of his head. the action was so natural it made you smiled at the sight.

Toji noticed. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like i'm acting cute or something."

you pointed. "Can you blame me? My husband and baby are over there being all domestic."

Megumi chose that moment to grab a handful of Toji's t-shirt and used it to pull himself upright. Toji immediately steadied him with one hand.

he rolled his eyes. "Domestic. Right."

your laughter filled the room. "See? He's being clingy with you!"

slowly, realization crossed his face. "... shut up." and you laughed once again.

hearing your voice made Megumi twisted around immediately in Toji's lap. the second he spotted you, he lightened up.

you waved at him, making him squeal. he started bouncing excitedly Toji had to tighten his hold before Megumi launched himself to the floor.

"Relax," he sighed. and Megumi completely ignored him.

tiny hands reached toward you, a string of babble followed.

"Hi, sweetie," you smiled at him.

Toji watched the interaction with narrowed eyes. he looked down at his son, then back at you.

a thought occured to him. "I wanna see if he can say dada," he said suddenly.

"Hm?" you hummed, sitting down next to him. "Oh, try it! I wanna see it too!"

Toji steadied Megumi on his lap before tapping a finger against his own chest.

"This is dada. daaa-da," he repeated, tapping his finger again. "Give it a shot, Megs."

Megumi stared up at him. you, on the other hand, already fighting smile.

he blinked once. twice. then his entire face brightened.

"Mama!"

your hand immediately flew to your mouth, trying to hold in your laugh. Toji's face didn't change, which is making it worse for you.

"No," he said slowly. "Dada,"

"Mama!" Megumi giggled.

"No, Megs—"

"Mamamamamama!" he babbles while kicking his feet excitedly.

you lost the battle and laughed. hard. earning a glare from Toji.

"Don't laugh."

"But he's being cute, 'ji!"

"He's doing this on purpose."

Toji looked back down on him.

"Listen carefully," he said, pointing to himself again. "Dada," then he pointed at you. "Mama."

Megumi followed the movement of his finger, good.

Toji nodded encouragingly. "Now, who is this?" he asked.

Megumi stared, you can see the gears in his head working. Toji waited, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. maybe he will get it right this time?

after a moment, Megumi pointed directly at Toji, a triumphant smile spread across his face.

"Mama."

you buried your face into you husband's shoulder, still laughing, while he looked like he'd just been betrayed.

"No, we're not done."

"We absolutely should be done," you giggled.

"We're making progress," he insisted.

"What progress, honey?"

"He pointed at me!"

"And then he called you mama."

Toji ignored you at that.

Megumi, meanwhile, had become fascinated with his dad's hair.

a tiny fist wrapped around his black locks and immediately pulled, making Toji wince.

"Ow," he winced. "You brat."

the little menace looked far too pleased with himself. Toji carefully pried the tiny finger from his hair.

"He's assaulting me."

Megumi reached for his hair again, but this time, Toji caught the attack before it could happen.

"Absolutely not."

the baby pouted, like actually pouted. just for two seconds though.. because something else caught his attention.

his tiny hands moved to Toji's face instead. you watched as Megumi pressed both palm against his father's cheeks, squishing them slightly.

"What's going on in that little head of yours, hm?" Toji muttered.

Megumi blinked. then, slowly, he reached forward.

a sloppy baby kiss landed on Toji's cheek.

you melted immediately. "Look how cute he is!"

Toji sighed. a long, defeated sigh. one large hand came up to ruffle Megumi's unruly hair.

"Yeah, yeah."

Megumi beamed again. "Mama."

Toji groaned and dropped his head against the couch. "He's unbelievable."

Megumi, completely unaware of the devastation he'd caused, snuggled into Toji's chest and let out a sleepy yawn. within seconds, his eyelids started drooping.

Toji's arm protectively tightened around him.

you leaned against Toji's shoulder, smiling at the sight.

after everything, Megumi had fallen asleep right where he was the happiest. in his dad's embrace.

he clicked his tongue. "I'm still gonna try to make him call me dada."

you laughed quietly. "Yeah, good luck with that."

Toji rolled his eyes. "You're not helping. at all."

but he didn't stop holding Megumi, not even a second.

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