Aug 21, 2019
DAY EIGHT ♡  SPEED DATE WITH NOEN
n squared relaxed all day under a tree and noen played the cutest lil songs for noelle omf :’o)
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DAY EIGHT ♡  SPEED DATE WITH NOEN
n squared relaxed all day under a tree and noen played the cutest lil songs for noelle omf :’o)
@hiddenspringss
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Headcanon: Nadir sends flowers to Nani's dressing room, even (or perhaps especially) when he can't see her perform. There's always a note attached and the messages vary. Sometimes, Reza includes a note of his own.
Nani saves the notes, and pins them to her vanity mirror. The flowers come home with her, but soon enough, they start to take up too much room in her apartment, so she starts giving them to the cast members who don’t get flowers. The orchestra especially, and at least half of the other Kit Kat girls and boys. They brighten up the dressing rooms, but the notes Nani treasures on her own.
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The kiss surprised Nadir, so much so that goosebumps dotted his skin even after Nani’s lips had long left the back of his neck.
"Thanks," he said. "I, um. Darius’ mom was a chef and whenever I’d hang out at his house, she’d try to teach us to make something. He was always a lot better at it than I was." Nadir paused and laughed, remembering how stupidly envious he had been of his best friend in those moments.How childish. Now, it merely amazed Nadir that Darius had become a police officer and not a five star chef like he ought to have become. "But I guess a few recipes stuck with me. Just a little."
So he was showing off - to use his words - “just a little”. Pulling out all the stops, flaunting what scant culinary knowledge he had. He could cook - it was a necessity of being a single father - but there were only a handful of dishes he could really make well. Kabab torsh was one such dish. While rice boiled on one burner, Nadir grilled marinated steak kebabs on the other side of the stove top. He was supposed to cook them over charcoal, but he made due with what he had.
"I don’t think I’ve ever cooked for you," Nadir said. Usually, they went out to eat. "I hope Persian is all right… I- I don’t know how to make much else, unless you want grilled cheese sandwiches or something."
Nani wasn't much of a cook. What she could make was simple and easy and not as elegant as she would have liked if she had guests. So when he offered to cook for her, she was relieved that he was the one to offer first.
She rested her chin against his shoulder blade, listening to Nadir intently. She hadn't met many of his friends from the force, but she knew about Darius from his many stories. It made sense that he would have been the one to have fed Nadir.
"You haven't cooked for me yet, no." She smiled, her face moving against his back before she moved to stand at his side. "Persian is fine. I've never had it before, actually, but it smells amazing."
She would definitely prefer whatever he is making to grilled cheese. Although, she wouldn't say no to the sandwich. The food is secondary to her. She enjoys being in this home, sharing in the warmth that he has created for himself and for Reza. It's a sense of family and home that she hasn't found since leaving Hawaii. And they've welcomed her into it so kindly.
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16: neck kiss
 It's not the first time she's been in his apartment. But it's the first time she's been in his apartment and allowed to touch him. They've been on a few dates, here and there, between classes and work and real life. And she's been enjoying them. He's always good company, and his footwork has gotten better after the light teasing.
Reza's in his room, busy with homework, and Nadir's making dinner. She's watching him from the table, her fingers drumming on the wood. Nani feels like she should be doing something, but he's expressly told her that she's not allowed to help.Â
But she's restless. And Nani and restlessness do not mix well. So she stood and walked silently to stand behind him. She can see his arms moving, mixing up something that smells delicious. And ever so gently, she leaned in, and pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, her arms going to wrap around his waist.
"It smells divine."