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⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ husband!nanami and the attractive things he does pt. 3

tags. established relationship. married life. domestic bliss. gentle love. fluff. pet names (honey). soft!nanami. no angst. ⋮ author's note. another shorter one woo!! the heatwave is genuinely taking me out so i've not been in the mood to write or do anything else at all pffft hence why this is only 500 words and not a thousand ⋮ word count. 0.5k

Husband!Nanami who time and time again places a rough, warm hand on your lower back, the heat pooling through the silky dress you're wearing, arching into him the slightest bit, whilst he presses closer to you to avoid bumping into anyone else in this unnecessarily crowded place. 

When you look up at him, if it’s to ask or say something, it’s all the same, because he always bends down a bit, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispers his response. When he's done speaking, he’ll press a brief kiss to your cheek, perhaps your jaw, and then he’ll pull back, seemingly unaware of the effect he has on you.

Husband!Nanami who is pleasantly aware that he's got some centimetres on you, even if you're above the average height for women. So, without having to ask, or not even having to utter a single word about it once throughout your long-lasting marriage, he always slows down while walking. 

It's ridiculously silly, you seem to think now and then, but it’s enough to make your heart feel warm nonetheless. 

Taking a walk in the park? His fingers are entwined with yours, and his long legs seem to stop going at their fast pace so that he can keep up with you. It’s you glancing up at him that does it for Kento—cheeks flushed, pupils slightly dilated, the softest of smiles plastered on your face—and he can't help but allow his lips to tug up into a gentle smile. Oh, how nice it feels to hold the entire world in his hands.

Husband!Nanami whose tone softens when speaking to you. Usually a bit bored and calm, showcasing his practical and beyond professional demeanour, but when he turns to you—lips parting, a gentle hum, tone turning reassuring in every way possible, soothing and serene—he melts.

Husband!Nanami who comes home from a long day at work, the front door closing behind him (a little louder than usual, the lock clicking within the span of a second), and his sleek black shoes being left in the entryway whilst he makes his way to the kitchen.

He doesn't waste a second to squeeze his front against your back, hands pressing against either your love handles or soft belly, tugging you impossibly close. It’s only sooner or later that he drops his head in the crook of your neck, presses a kiss to the skin there and finally allows his shoulders to drop while an exhausted sigh escapes his lips.

Husband!Nanami who always looks back at you. It doesn't matter if it’s because he's leaving for work in the morning, before you close the front door behind him, he’ll glance back over his shoulder, his lips stretching into the tiniest of smiles. 

Sometimes his hazel eyes will soften immensely, other times he’ll mouth the words ‘see you later, honey’. But one thing he doesn't need to mouth, or say out loud, is that he loves you more than life itself, for he proves it every day.

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Day 1: professor AU (with a hint of first love)

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the love letter

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infold removing valko and not putting any effort to more new love interests in the future will be the beginning of the lads downfall..

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will be participating for july 3rd :3

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sanctuary ❆

written by pariisxoxo

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a/n: ahh chapter 3 is finally hereee, i feel like it's been so long. don't forget to comment if you'd like to be added to the taglist

CHAPTER 3

The air in the room felt still, and warmer. Too warm for an ice rink, yet that's how you felt as you stared back into the eyes of your childhood friend. How could you not have recognized him the first time you saw him? Sure it had been years but that didn't change how close you guys were during that time. You both stayed still in silence, someone had to talk first. It's really him you thought to yourself. Finally, Toji spoke, "Long time no see.."

You chest rose at his mature sounding voice. He had really grown. Even as a kid, he looked bigger than the rest of the other kids in the neighborhood, you always noticed that. Now, he looked like a tower over you not just in height, but size too. Wide muscular shoulders that you wanted to measure yourself. His presence made your whole body become so timid. Oh yeah, and he still played hockey, he must be unstoppable now. You gulped at him and clutched your skating bag that was hanging over your shoulder. "Yeah—sorry, I'm in just so much shock right now. How have you been?" You said trying not to fumble at your words from the complete shock.

"I've been fine, what made you want to come here?" He responded. You stared at his sexy features plastered all over his face, that made you realize he probably noticed this. "I got a scholarship from the skating team…What about you?" You could guess correctly on this question. It was obvious he would be in college for hockey, but why this one?

"Offered a full ride, this is the best hockey team in our state. And then, it's NHL." Toji responded.

"Oh wow, that's…ambitious, congratulations." you said softly. So his dreams were still the same. There was always a slight piece of envy in you from that. He looks around awkwardly before coughing.

"Well this is low-key awkward, it's just been so long yknow..?" Toji said. There were so many questions you wanted to ask Toji, like how his family was doing, does he still live in the same neighborhood, and why he never replied to the 50 emails you sent him. After your 50th one, you eventually stopped and accepted that he would never respond. But that was a question saved for later, not right now.

"A-huh yeah…" was all you could say due to your thoughts taking over your entire body.

Toji let out a quiet laugh, that made you look down at your sneakers. "Where is your dorm?" he asked.

You looked back up from being distracted and answered to him, "Westmoor…"

He scoffed, "hah, I'm there too."

Your eyes widened. There was no way, of all the residences in this gigantic University he happens to live in the same one as you. What was happening today? This was feeling so strange to you that chills started to run down your back at this coincidence Toji just made.

You watched Toji look around and scratch his scar, looking like he was thinking of something. What was he thinking?

And then he spoke, "You wanna walk back there? Or do you have somewhere else to be."

You actually did have nowhere else to be, but part of you wanted to lie saying you were on your way to somewhere else. You couldn't handle this tension in the air right now; it had been 10 years. And worst of all, your stupid small crush you had on him was filtering your mind. You have to admit, Toji is very attractive. He's huge, muscles probably for days judging by his intense hockey training. He has to be the talk of the college town, does he even like that? What is he like in college anyway?

"Sure," you responded.

"Cool, we can catch up. It's been like what? 10 years?" He looked down at you as he gripped the straps on his gym bag tighter beginning the walk back to Westmoor Hall.

You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear from nerves, "Yeah—".

"What are you studying?" You asked him. A simple question, one that everybody asks in college.

"Business administration, what about you?"

"Sports management, hopefully that will make me stay in figure skating after I graduate."

Toji hummed in a thought and softly smiled, "I think it could, you ever thought about the Olympics?"

"What? No way, I- I could never do that.." Sure you always watched the Winter Olympics, but you didn't think you were that good enough to actually qualify. Though, it is still possible so maybe.

"Why not? If you made it on the skating team in this school you're half way there already." He shrugged his shoulders and you thought for a second you saw a smile curve up his mouth

"What about you?" You asked. Toji hummed in a long thought before answering back to you, "So far NHL is first, then Olympics." Wow, Toji's NHL plans really did never change, you found that heartwarming a little. You both technically had the same dreams in the end, to just stay on the ice. Though Toji was lucky enough to have a family that would support him for it as a full-time career.

You let out a soft chuckle at him, "So hockey first?"

Toji's smile faded immediately after your question. Was that a wrong thing to say? "Yeah…hockey's first." He said, mumbling at the end with less enthusiasm now. You wanted to know what he was suddenly thinking about now, but you both had already reached Westmoor Hall.

Toji pressed the elevator, and asked you what floor. You looked at the lit button he had already pressed. 5th floor, your eyes widened. There had to be no way he was on the same floor as you, maybe he was kindly dropping you off? But how could he already know the floor you lived on? "5th….." You wanted to crawl in a hole, or find any possible way to get out of this elevator ride.

"Huh. Same floor…?" You could as feel him looking at you, but you didn't want to look back his face right now.

When the floor dinged to the 5th floor, you walked out first with Toji behind. Then you began to stutter your words at first, "My room is down this way…" you pointed to the east side of the dorm hall.

"Mine… is too." He said scratching the back of his neck now, probably feeling the tension that was rising.

There is no way. you said to yourself, he couldn't possibly. How did you not even see him when you were moving in? When did he even move in? Or was this some kind of joke he was playing on you.

All you could do in that moment was leave out an "Oh." and walked to your room because this was the part he was going to say bye, right?

You turned around when you heard him call your name. Away from facing the front door to your dorm room.

"Well no fucking way." He smirked as he scanned his ID card on the reader that sat on top of the door handle. The reader turned green and Toji pushed opened the door that faced just across from you.

Nonononono, you said to yourself. How does this even happen to anyone? His name isn't even on the door, neither is his roommates. Why? Yours and your roommates names are, that's specifically what the RA said to have. Did he lose his somehow? Whatever.

"Almost feels like deja vu right?" he said scratching his scar again. He was right. 10 years later and you both are neighbors once again.

The universe is strange.

You felt bad with the responses you were giving back to Toji. Just Oh's and yeah's. You didn't mean to sound uninterested though. "Sorry, I guess I'm just trying to process all this just now…" You said.

Toji said nothing but let out a light chuckle. Was he laughing at all this just now? You can't even find this funny at all. Seriously, how did this end up happening. "I'll see you around then." Was the last thing Toji said to you before he went inside his dorm room. Not wiping this mischievous smirk he had on his face for practically the whole entire interaction, and that left you feeling like you just drank 5 energy drinks with the heart rate it was giving you.

❆

You and your roommate were getting ready together for the fraternity party. You were excited the most, first day of moving in to college and you're already going out. Could life get any better right now? Well, you tried to forget the interaction you had today. But you can't, because from now on for the rest of your freshman year, your childhood best friend is literally your neighbor. Again. You haven't told Yuna yet. Too much to tell anyway. For now, you just wanted to enjoy getting ready with her and the party. You felt so lucky to get along with your roommate; those horror stories you would read left you terrified to meet your roommate for the first time. But so far, things have been going perfectly so you had nothing to be worried about.

"Ready?" Yuna asked, waiting patiently on her bed. You spritzed your favorite perfume one last time and nodded your head to her. You watched Yuna get up and head over to the mini fridge you both shared. You thought it was so nice of her to tell you in advance you'd be sharing it because you didn't have to buy one for yourself, and it saved space in the room. You saw her pull out a bottle of tequila.

Woah, okay, you don't even wanna know how your roommate sneaked in alcohol, matter a fact how she even bought it. Probably with a fake, but you didn't think she was the type to do all that. "Want a shot?" she grinned and took a full swing of the bottle to her lips and gulp down what looked like a big chug of it. You've never had alcohol, too scared it would somehow mess up your body and then there goes skating. Or scared you would love it so much you can't get enough of it. But, college was all about new beginnings and what's one sip gonna do? You shrugged and smiled at her, "Sure why not."

Yuna brought the bottle to your lips and you dipped your head back as she put the liquid down your throat. You swallowed the tequila as fast as you could before you could gag at the hard liquor. You left a sour face, but felt good in the end. This was really fun you thought, with the music still playing in the back and Yuna cheering and laughing with you, it all felt really fun and free to you.

On the way out of your dorm, you looked over at Toji's room and saw a random girl standing in front, scrolling on her phone, seeming like she was waiting for the door to open. How could you not look anyway? Not like his dorm room was seriously across the hall. And the girl looked like she was going out, hair done, black mini skirt with a matching top that looked like a set. Was she going to the frat party too? Did that mean Toji was too? Whatever, you caught up to Yuna who was already ahead, looking excited which you immediately matched her energy on. Tonight was about new beginnings.

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i've seen it ♡

nanami kento x female reader

written by pariisxoxo

masterlist

a/n: i'm so obsessed with olivia rodrigo's new album i want to write fanfics about some of the songs!! i'm feeling so inspiredd

CHAPTER 11

You had a wonderful time exchanging different conversations throughout your dinner with Nanami. You hoped he felt the same way. But judging by his responses and body language, he was enjoying his time too. You felt like you saw a different side that you’ve never seen before. Sides like the way you would crack a joke and he would laugh quietly showing his teeth this time, or when he would tell you about his friend Gojo and all the things he did that would pester him. So that was why he had no reaction when you said Gojo was funny, problem solved.

You both looked at the dessert menu exchanging looks quietly to each other, “Nanami, I will pay for dessert this time” you insisted.

His eyes widened and he looked up from his menu. "Absolutely not”

“I knew you were going to say that, but I just want to before I feel even more bad…” you replied.

“Why would you feel bad? I wanted to take you out to dinner, therefore I must pay for everything, and I will.” Nanami finished and looked at the waiter “Two tiramisu’s please.”

The waiter nodded his head and grabbed the dessert menus and walked away back to the kitchen, just like the last two times.

“I think you deserve to be treated this way,” Nanami said so bluntly yet heartwarming at the same time and took a sip of his drink, a long one this time. You bit the inside of your cheek, the things he would say about you always made you feel like you were on cloud 9. That always leads you with a sense of hope in your mind, but you are always thinking about the reality of it all. Maybe something could go horribly wrong where he just doesn’t want to see you anymore and just end things. But would he really do that? You always thought you had really bad luck in life, especially in guys. You were so cautious that he would lead you on; because that’s what you saw most of the time. He doesn’t use social media, he opens up to you occasionally, he peaks interest at the things you like. Would he?

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When the tiramisu arrived at the table, Nanami licked his lips slightly before taking the first delectable bite. “It’s very good,” he said. He watched her nod her head and take many, many bites. He had finally found someone that enjoys desserts just as much as him. In Nanami’s past dates with women, they wouldn’t even want to order dessert. Their choice, Nanami respected, but it felt lonely most times. “This might be the best tiramisu I’ve ever had.” She said, wiping the remnants off her mouth with the napkin she placed on her lap. “I would like to know what their other desserts taste like.” Nanami said, finishing his last scoop on his plate. “Me too,” she added.

Nanami grabbed both his and her coat, offering to hold her bag, as always. It seems to be a habit at this point, and she wasn’t blank in the face this time. Good, this was very good, she was warming up to him. And that made him feel proud on the inside. There was a loud cheering suddenly, that made her turn around quickly not noticing that he was holding her coat and bag. Nanami called her name, but she didn’t hear it, the sound of clapping and people cheering was getting louder. And then he followed where her head was pointed, watching a man on one knee and a woman's hands over her mouth on the verge of tears, looking at him nodding many times and kissing him with such passion like nobody else existed around them. That was what she was focused on, and Nanami now too. Even the waiters and waitresses were clapping and congratulating, heck, the whole restaurant was at this point. But she wasn’t clapping, if only Nanami could see her face right now, read what she was thinking in that beautiful mind. The thought of marriage was never really clouding Nanami’s mind, only the thought of being alone. Then, he called out her name again and she flinched, turning around to meet his gaze. “Are you ready?” he asked, handing her coat. “Yes– thank you…!” her cheeks had turned bright red, so noticeable this time. Nanami smiled at her. She buttoned up her long coat, looking prepared for the dropping temperature. Nanami opened the door for her and was immediately blasted by the cold. Winter was crawling around the corner, but there were still fresh fall leaves around. “Watch your step,” he said pointing at the steps down to the parking lot.

“Did you like the food?” He asked her, just in case.

“I loved everything.” She answered with a smile.

“I, as well.” He, as well, smiled back at her. Something in him is telling him he wants to keep seeing that smile, again and again.

Nanami parked his car in the same exact spot he did when he picked her up from her house. He hopes to one day invite her to his place, it seemed only fair to him. When she told him he didn’t need to walk her to her front door, he politely refused and said again that he wanted to. Nanami has never been known to want a lot, but when it comes to her, he wanted to see more of her. At her house's porch, he stopped her before unlocking the door. “Wait–”

She stopped tilting her head looking confused, and nervous, very nervous. Nanami took in a deep breath as he looked into her eyes. “I don’t mean…to be selfish, but I wish…I wish to see you more, I enjoy doing things with you. I enjoy…talking to you, a lot.” Nanami gulped and tried to keep his stare at those eyes, looking now 10 times more beautiful, and his palms were suddenly feeling sweaty in his pockets. How? It was freezing outside. What was this feeling? And that long pause, the longest ever to him.

“Well…we still haven’t had our monthly movie night,” she said.

Nanami nodded his head, “then…can I consider it another date? If that’s alright with you that is.” he asked.

She smiled looking away from him this time and chuckled, “Yes.” she said quietly, but loud enough for only him to hear.

He nodded, smiling back at her and said her name softly. “Until we meet again then,”

They both exchanged their goodnights and he watched her go inside her front door, he wonders what she could be thinking right now. He slowly walked back to his car and let out a deep sigh, still inhaling the faint scent of her perfume she wore the whole night still remaining in his car. Warm, such a warm sweet scent, quite perfect for her.

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You were wiping your makeup off with your favorite facial cleanser in your bathroom, after about an hour of talking to your mom about the night you had with Nanami. “He’s the one, he really is, I just know it.” you remembered your mother saying to you about 3 or 4 times in your conversation. And you had hoped, you truly did, you didn’t want anything to go wrong between you and Nanami, everything was going too perfect, you were scared something terrible would happen in the future. Life isn’t perfect right? But you saw a perfect life in many other people's lives, so maybe it’s possible with you. And that proposal, you couldn’t help yourself but look at that couple's faces, with such love, you had completely forgotten Nanami was right behind you until he snapped you out of distraction. You couldn’t help yourself, you were a hopeless romantic and you loved witnessing anything like that in person imagining it one day happening to you.

You laid in your bed, comfortable in your pajama set and picked up the book you were currently reading, a romance one, of course. You stopped imaging the two main characters by now. The main characters in this book you’re reading now are you and Nanami.

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Your stoic, methodical Nanami never cries.

You knew that already. You memorized his tells.

You knew when work was stressing him, he would simply pinch the bridge of his nose, tuck his chin near his chest, adjust his glasses, and straighten the tie that didn’t need fixing. And whenever the world was weighing on him, he would bury his pain into a ferocious bite in a delicious pastry at his favorite bakery.

But nope, you never saw a tear. He simply never cries, you believed.

That is until the heavy doors of the venue swung open.

As you stepped into the view, you could hear the entire room catch their breath in awe. There were friends, family, coworkers, and you could even hear the proud hums from them, as well as the gasping. But once your eyes averted from the flowers in your hands to meet Nanami’s eyes, you realized no one had seemed to lose it completely like Nanami.

Instead of merely adjusting his glasses, his trembling hands removed them, pressing his hands to his beet-reddened face. The tears that you swore were dry pellets in his system that didn’t budge, were wet streams down his cheeks and unstoppable.

Oh boy, and as you drew closer, he covered his mouth, desperately muffling the sob that wanted to praise you; that wanted to worship how beautifully the dress accentuated every curve in your body; that wanted to tell you how your curls complimented your face, and just how lucky he was.

But just like the very best best man should, Yu had completed the words Nanami couldn’t.

“I told you she was going to break you man,” he exclaimed, handing Nanami the handkerchief from his suit pocket into his shaky hands. “Look at her! You’re the luckiest guy alive.” He cheered, rubbing his back and gazing at you.

When your feet brought you to the altar, stopping right in front of him, your heart thumped at how completely undone he looked. His eyes, still welled with tears, were almost puffy. His hair that were slicked sharply when you first entered, had a couple strands that fell to his forehead.

He pulled his glasses to his face, lenses fogging up immediately from the heat. He swallowed hard and took your hands in his. Gentle, as always. The trembling had faded under your touch.

“Kento,” you whispered, smile at your lips.

He looked into your eyes at the sweet call of his name from your voice, breath shaky once he stared into yours.

“I am indeed, the luckiest man in the world.”

a/n: thought of this when thinking about the idea of my bf not crying at the sight of me at our wedding like boy i will turn around and keep walking out until you do.

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[pariisxoxo]

boxer!cassian & ballerina!nesta written by pariisxoxo

a/n: i miss them so much

boxer!cassian who never misses any of ballerina!nesta 's recitals. he would find any way to clear his entire day whenever her next performance is so he can for sure make it.

boxer!cassian who is obnoxiously loud after every performance ballerina!nesta is in. on the outside she's overly embarrassed and has told him to try to remember theater etiquette, but he doesn't care. but on the inside, she finds it the most romantic gesture ever. even handing her the biggest bouquet of flowers out of everyone is more than enough for her, but again, he doesn't care. "you don't understand nes, i need to do all of this." he says handing her the giant bouquet of assorted flowers, wrapping his arms around her for a giant warm embrace. "best one in the show." he smiled. she raised her eyebrows up at him in disbelief, "it's the truth. don't humble yourself so much."

"thanks. the flowers are beautiful." she replied.

"c'mon, i want a photo before you change out of your costume." he gestured and waved at random stranger with family to take the picture of the two. the stranger happily took snapped their photo on his phone. "and now for tradition." he angled the phone above her head and zoomed out in a 0.5 and quickly snapped her annoyed face with the flowers wrapped around her hands looking bigger due to the odd angle. "that ones going on the fridge." he grinned.

boxer!cassian who needs, what he calls, a good luck kiss from his girlfriend before every match. according to him, this is how he wins. "you know that doesn't work." the ballerina crossed her arms at the injured boxer, who's right shoulder was completely wrapped in ice, resting on the couch in their shared apartment living room. "of course it does. i've won every match ever since."

"you've won other ones, before we even started dating."

the boxer shrugged, letting out a slight wince. "recent ones have been easier i guess."

the ballerina looked closely at his bruised shoulder that the opponent could've almost broken, she thought. "do you want painkillers?" she asked.

"no…but a kiss would cure it." he replied "painkillers it is then." she turned around to the kitchen to grab the first aid kit.

ballerina!nesta who gets upset when she notices boxer!cassian has been using her athlete tape and hasn't been putting it back in her bag. "stop using my tape, seriously cass, you never put it back in my bag!"

boxer!cassian who get's jealous whenever his girlfriend has to partner up with a male dancer. he can't help it. sometimes he'd imagine himself as the male dancer instead, or would ask his girlfriend after each rehearsal how he treated her. "why do they want you to do a dance with him? can't you tell them that you have a boyfriend." he said stirring a sauce for the dinner for tonight. "it doesn't work like that. you can be married and still do partner routines."

"well that's kinda wrong, no?"

"it's pretty much like acting so no, it's not wrong." she said, chopping the peppers.

"well i don't like it, i like when you're doing dances by yourself."

she rolled her eyes at his comment and continued slicing the vegetables.

boxer!cassian who always freaks out whenever he looks at ballerina!nesta 's naked feet that is always covered in old bandaids and sometimes bruised on the inside of her toenails. even though she always tells him this is normal and the blame is always pointed towards pointe shoes, he still finds any way to try not make her walk. often picking her up in his arms going from different seating options in their apartment. "i can still walk, i'm fine."

"don't care."

ballerina!nesta who gets slightly worried whenever her boyfriend comes home a little too injured than normal.

too much dried blood on the lip

too many bruises on the knuckles, doesn't he need to use gloves?

disclaimer: characters are not mine!

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omg.

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Haven't posted in months, but here's the mechanic Toji I spent forever on.

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COWBOY TOJIII

Hello another toji art I promise next one is gojo or geto or maybe them both I don’t know yet!!

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ready set goon!

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Iwachan is shy

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Rockstar Oikawa??

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