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That's rough, buddy đčâš
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I needed this crossover to exist so bad bro
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NANAMI KENTO has a crush. he'd never say it out loud, but it's true, and it's honestly embarrassing, the way he's acting around you these days. for example, when you got everyone coffee the other day, you wrote their names on each cupâbut on his, you'd dotted the i with a heart, unlike the others, and he'd made a fool of himself by almost dropping it. but he swallowed down the mortification and thanked you (you didn't seem to really care about his prior fumble) in that usual polite way of his, and you smiled at him so casually, like you weren't flipping his world upside down, and told him it was nothing.
or yesterday, when you joined him while he watched ino and yuuji spar, and as they fell over each other, laughing, he made a dry comment, not expecting you to think anything of it. you, however, seemed to think it was everything; "you're so funny, ken," you'd told him, laughing, and he wanted to sink into the ground beneath his feet. but your hand is on his arm, grounding him, and honestly even if a special grade curse were to attack, he'd stay right here, memorising your touch.
really, he's such a loser when it comes to you. twenty-seven years old, but you'd think he was barely seventeen, the way he's cheesing over you. losing his voice, turning pink if you address him, and oh, those rare moments when you catch him staringâbecause you're just so beautiful, you seeâand all you do is grin back at him, like it's normal. today's like any other day after a mission, except you're waiting at his desk for him because he's been out overnight, and when he gets close enough, you're hugging him tight and kissing his cheek and telling him you missed him, and oh god, he might just die this instant.
because somewhere along the way, just like everyone else, you figured it out, too, and fortunately for him, you liked him too. still do, for that matter, not that he can believe it, how time has failed to erode your love in the slightest.
the two of you got married young, maybe eighteen or nineteen, and it didn't change him at all, didn't stop him from blushing around you, or getting shy when you smile. doesn't stop him even now, even almost a decade after.
NANAMI KENTO has a crush, and it doesn't look like it'll go away anytime soon.
0.4k words. @mayyhaps this is for u (like i didn't quite literally write it in your dms !)
KICKING MY FEET
nanami kento was way too late
nanami kento had always thought there was no space left in his cramped heart for comfort, let alone love.
his soul was somewhat drowned with trivial responsibilities. the existence he bore was merely rooted in devotion for that he was rather terrified of scenes he couldnât control. he thought of himself as a coward remarkably often. he lingered over his own life, never truly living in it.
his whole life was an epitome of repeated dullness. although it was secure, it was also, by all means, unsatisfying. it left a bland taste of nothing on his mouth, even sourness seemed far away. he embraced that comfort. the comfort of a monotonous life. he wore it every morning along with the suits with same cuts. same expensive ties with same colors. same nutrient breakfast. his favorite.
a spectrum of empty colors.
then you came in the picture. an enchanted rainbow trailing behind you.
it was barely a curiosity at first. his gaze remained on you. he studied you. curiosity vanished and envy dawned on his mind. envy of the things heâd never felt before. envy of being unable to live, untrained in living and witnessing another existing as if theyâve got the guide of life. rage blossomed somewhere inside of him. he watched you as if it was a duty. he memorized you.
envy turned into admiration. he couldnât quite name how. your scent clouded his mind at nights. your hand grazed into his, and his hand twitched all through the day. a quiet souvenir he carried of you.
he crawled his way to your life with warm smiles and gentle words and lively flowers. with fresh promises which carried a tender smell. soft kisses and heated embraces. you allowed him to tangle his ivy with your roots. it seemed innocent enough.
youâd been to know ivies were impossible to control once flourished. his grew with an alluring fragrance and soft strands of blond hair caressing your neck and a gentle smile which bewitched your heart. a smile, stretched with crimson strings and measured inch by inch. a perfect smile for a perfect man.
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nanami had to work overtime today.
unfortunately that also meant he had missed his wifeâs nightly yap session in which you talked his ear off about everything but also nothingâââmundanity that nanami insisted was a necessary part of his day.
so instead what welcomed him that day after a late shower was his adorable, sleepy love of his life, five blinks away from slumber as you patted the empty spot beside you, rushing the blond to lie down.
nanami heart swelled two times bigger, the exhaustment that had seeped deep within his bones slowly melted away as he embraced you, filling his entire body with warmth that he knew only you could provide.
âhi there,â he greeted softly, kissing the side of your temple. you hummed a response, the steady beat of his heart lulled you deeper into a dazed state, barely hanging on to your conciousness. âhow was your day?â he whispered, couldnât help but wanting to be in your presence a minute longer. the man had an entirely wrong idea if he thought the comforting low rumble of his voice helped you be awake at all.
ââs good,â you mumbled through his shirt, the scent of his freshly laundered shirt made you sniff deeper, giddy in having him so close. then you felt his hand rubbed your side, his thumb rubbed a spot just under the curve of your chest.
unexpectedly, nanami started to sprinkle little kisses across your shoulder blade. you let out a low chuckle as his breath ghosted the side of your neck. âstay up a little more for me? missed your voice,â he breathed, resting his head there.
you tried to open your eyes once and stared at him, tha man flashed the sweetest smile. âthereâs my pretty wife.â
âyour flirting wonât get me any less sleepy, silly man.â
âworth a try, donât you think?â he relented easily, fully under the impression that he will never force you to sacrifice your rest for his selfish deed.
you did not even realize that your eyelids had closed themselves, nanamiâs voice sounded like as though you were underwater. and the last thing you registered as he felt like audibly further was a kiss to your nose.
nanami narrowed his eyes affectionately, chuckling to himself as he held his entire world. âsleep tight, love. but you still owe me a talk about how your day went, okay?â he said, to no one particulary as youâre already off to the dreamland.
but it was a small matter, heâll remind you again tomorrow. and the day after that too.
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marriage of convinience nanami preview!!!
warnings: fluff, pinch of angst, nanami is shyyyy, afab reader,
notes: just a little bite of the fic. tell me if you like it. comment any suggestions (àč>ŰâąÌàč)
you walk into the house. work was terrible. you got multiple papercuts doing paperwork, your feet were sore from your heels, you were not having the best hair day, a curse licked you, and on top of it all, you have to come home to him. kento nanami, your âhusband.â

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àŒ recording nanami on a walk </3 music
âkentooooo,â you say, teeth peeking out from your smile. âlook at the camera, baby.â
nanami calmly turns his head towards the canon powershot held in your fingers, and you can see him digitally through the vintage. bundled up, beautifully blond, and happily yours.
he smiles soft at you. a bare hand in his pocket, the collar of his jacket pulled down with another fingerâthat hand allowing the camera to catch the glimpse of a wedding band.
on purpose, nanami always an intentional man.
âcheese.â
his voice was shy, but still comfortable enough to cheer dairy at your photography. he hears you softly laugh, the canon faltering to your shoes before rising again.
the foamy waves slid over to soak the sand in its oceanic intimacy, the concrete street raised high above the beach to serve as a borderless walkway for you and your husband.
street signs passing every few miles, a grand hill of nature leading to water from the top of the street, sky cloudy and periwinkle. and yet, it still reflects partial sunlight off of nanami. like he was marked safe from the impendable storm.
like he was an angel, one that mirrored fine salvation.
âken, itâs a video,â you say, your smile growing as his mouth parted, now slowly shaking his head with a light chuckle. a set of fingers run through his slicked back daffodil, sheepish.
âi see⊠well, that was embarrassing of me.â
you shake your head like it was instinctive, eyes going soft. ânever. youâre perfect.â
his irises find yours over the silver camera, sharing the kind of gaze that makes your fingers almost drop the canon. the kind that was hazel and worn, but still holding onto purpose as he looked at you. like he was in actual love. like he was worshiping you with each fog fading breath. like he could shamelessly get on one knee and do it all over again.
right here, right now.
you can feel your heartbeat in your lips, the way it throbs and thrums. every cell in your chilly, flustered body coating with goosebumps, nanami now in front of you.
he doesnât say anything, just places his hand over the top of the camera, pushing it down enough to see your face.
to see you breathless, his forehead resting on yours.
âno ones perfect, my love,â he whispers, and you canât help but gasp under your breath, feeling the warmth of his hand caress the back of your head. unrushed, cherishing, and tilting for your noses to slide against each other.
âbut youâŠâ he deeply sighs, pastry wheat fanning on your lips, mouths yearning closer, âmy god⊠youâre everything.â
then he kissed you, his eyebrows furrowing in need. kissing you like the camera wasnât thereârecording both of your legs stood together like driveway lamps. shoes touching, ringed fingers grasping, cold lips brushing just to connect again.
spellbound, wet, and sending you into a hungry daze.
âi love you,â nanami exhales, his eyes becoming glossy. big hands on both sides of your cheeks, bringing you closer to his forehead. like the hourglass was finally full of sandy goodbyes.
âiâll⊠iâll love you forever,â he tearfully chokes.
then his voice was goneâthe nostalgic sound of mourning doves replacing it. beeping cars, your alarm vibrating silent.
you tense against the mattress, limp fingers grazing the sheets, pulses pounding with a soul shattering realization.
it was just another dream.
this⊠your husband alive again⊠it was only just a dream.
tears have slipped down your face in your sleep, a finger tapping a recent line as more begin to fall. relentless, quiet, and causing a shaky noise to leave your mouth.
âi need to go back to sleep.â
you grasp his pillow from beside yours, clutching it tight on your sore chest. the ghostly scent of coffee and linen inhaled like it would somehow bring him back, your snot leaking nose shoved deep into the fluffy wrinkles of what once was.
eyes close shut, forearms hug cotton, and maybe just maybe,
youâd be able to dream again.
inspired by this :,) idk why iâm so angsty today
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đ€âŸ kentoâs entries. âŸđ€
(pov; you find a notebook on kentoâs side of the closet.)
june 14.
my love,
we got married yesterday, and as i write this, youâre laying in bed with wild yet beautiful hair. my first morning as your husband and i can not imagine a life without this; without you.
after the wedding, you whispered something in my ear that i cannot forget. do you remember? i doubt it, you always are an unfiltered drunk. but, nonetheless, a very amusing one.
you sat on the edge of the bed, that silky number still cradled around your curves in ways that made me jealous. i helped you out of your heels, brushing the sand off your feet, and you sat up. i did not think much of it until i felt your hair brush my cheek, your breath hot on my ear, and my world stopped for a second.
âhow did i get so lucky?â is what you whispered in my ear. six words strung together in a sentence that flipped my axis because how did i get so lucky? how did i manage to wife the most beautiful woman iâve ever laid my eyes on, get to have you in a bed and witness your natural beauty?
i fear iâm rambling here; yet i have no regrets.
forever,
yours.
angel on fire (ii)
summary: one half-heartbroken confession has clark kent avoiding you for days. you decide it's probably for the best. until one day, you find yourselves at the same bar; one look, one fleeting moment- and everything youâve both tried to smother finally catches.
firefighter ! clark kent x roommate ! reader
themes: part two of angel on fire! suggestive. yearning, a lot of it (think i got carried away). fluff, domestic, clark is obviously very angsty, mentions of jack castello, jimmy glaze. enjoy!xo
one | two
"No."
"But, Jimmy-"
"No. Oh, my god, I said no," Jimmy Olsen threw his hands up in the air, camera swinging wildly from one hand. You braced yourself for a clatter that never came, the wince on your face moreso a direct result of his refusal to cooperate. "I love you. You're great. I'd probably take a bullet for you, and you know I think the world of you,"
HOW READER AND KENTO MET YAYYY!!
warnings: none! fem reader, fluff, kento has a cruuuussshhhh
notes: lmk if you want first date or hurry up with part 3 of exhusband!kento
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kento nanami was twenty two years old, getting his degree in business. the past and his experiences with jujutsu still weighed on his shoulders, the loss of haibara trailing behind him like a shadow. he decided to do something with this life, and this degree would definitely prove useful to his future. doing something with his life was his only goal as for right now. he was walking along the sidewalk between classes when he spotted it.
a small bakery opened up near his go-to sandwich shop. it was small, yes, but the aroma coming from it was incredibly pleasant. fruity, maybe raspberry? with a hint of vanilla. but the scent that made him walk in was the warm aroma of bread. bread was always a comfort to him, even at JJT, haibara called him the carb king. with a small smirk on his face from the nostalgia, he walked over to the display. gorgeous bread, fruity pastries, nutty pastries, fancy donuts, all of it looked delectable. then he heard a voice. saccharine, almost like she was being sarcastic. âiâll be right with you, sir.âhe did look pretty out of place in dress pants, dress shoes, and a sweater. is that really what he was? a sir?
he looked up at who was talking. she was turned around. familiar looking hair and an apron tied in a bow behind her back. where had he seen this girl? by what he could see, her arms and hands had specks of flour on them, she was dressed very.. flattering to say the least. a white sweater, off of one of her shoulders, with low rise jeans. she didnât really look like she belonged in a bakery. but whatever, he just wants his bread. he looked back at the display, deciding what he wanted.
âso what can i-â she started, stopping when she saw his face. kento looked up and his face dropped. you. why did it have to be you? why was he not the happiest to see you?
flashback:
well, it all started two weeks ago. at the park near his campus. he was running, mind full, when a soccer ball hit him smack in the head. he stumbled and held his head, cursing.
then a group of people came running after it, all yelling apologies. reminded him of satoru, the idiot. he looked up and, you. wearing shorts and a tee, your hair messy and face flushed. but he couldnât deny you were attractive. his own face flushed a bit. âsorry, dude.â his face dropped. âdude?â was satoru playing a prank on him pretending to be a pretty girl? âitâs fine, dudeâ
you laughed. âyouâre a funny man.â then you ran away with your group. looking at them, they seemed to be your younger siblings or cousins. still, what happened to manners? unbelievable. but that was not gonna be your last meeting, oh no. the second time was at a bar shoko dragged him to. she told him that no socialization was not gonna be good for him. he walked in and tried to turn back around once he saw you.
practically glowing under the lights in the dimly lit bar. the yellow lights did wonders for you. wearing a stupid little black dress and your hair slightly ruffled, laughing with your stupid group of girlfriends. he tried to look anywhere else. shoko didnât notice his internal battle, just dragged him by the arm to some bar seats. âfun, right?â she asked him as she downed a martini. he just nodded sarcastically and looked back at you. gosh, if you werenât so annoying heâd- woah.
you looked at him. youâre walking over here. oh, no. he blinked stupidly, watching you. when you finally got in front of him, you smiled. âis your head okay?â not anymore. âuh- yes. my head is fine. that was almost a week ago.â shoko noticed how he was looking at you. âthatâs good.. sorry for this.â what? oh- you pat his back and stuck a sticky note to it. he already knew what it said. âdelta zeta rules.â of course youâre part of a sorority. you looked slightly pained by doing that to him. you quickly kissed his cheek as your friends rushed out of the bar, giggling. âsorry! sorority pranks!â
shoko covered her mouth to conceal her smirk as you sprinted away. she finally burst out laughing, doubling over. âoh my gosh!â she could barely get her words together. âyou like her so bad!â she kept laughing and he glanced in the direction you went, his fingers grazing the cheek you kissed. he could feel some lip gloss on his cheek. great. âwait till satoru hears about you getting some action!â he just glared at her while she texted him.
back to present:
âfunny man!â you called him that then covered your mouth, embarrassed by yourself. âsorry. and sorry about the prank.â a woman stood by the oven, shaking her head. he guessed she was your mother by the look she threw at you as well as your resemblance. you huffed, then straightened your apron. âso.. what can i get you?â
he fought off a smirk. âiâll take the bread bun. buttered. and a medium coffee. black.â you nodded and immediately got his stuff, your hands working fast and skilled. your face focused with an adorable intense look. he was snapped out of it by a newspaper to the side of his head. he ducked and looked at the culprit. an older woman, probably also related to you. âno!â
he muttered an apology before meeting your eyes again. you laughed at him, then she looked at you and your face was stone cold. âsorry, grandma.â you cleared your throat. âfifteen bucks.â
your grandmother walked away, throwing you both side eyes. kento smirked and tapped his card. âgrandma? family business?â you nodded, your eyes locked onto the screen and getting his receipt. âyeah. my parents own the place. i help when i can.â he nodded as well, studying you. starting to realize that he liked your focus, as well as your face. a lot. you finally looked up and caught him, snapping him out of his thoughts as he looked around like you were gonna scold him.
âyou just.. uh, flour.â he motioned to his own cheek and watched as you wiped away invisible flour. âdid i get it?â you asked, your head tilting in a way that made him even more annoyed with himself. he should not find you cute, no way. your grandmother seemed to notice, judging by her small smirk as she swept the floor. âyou did.. uh, ill see you.. around..â
he shouldnât walk out of there with a stupid little grin on his face, no way. and he definitely shouldnât think about that interaction all night. that would just be ridiculous.

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hey guys do u want a part 3 of exhusband!nanami (finally) or maybe how they met eachother first? lmkkk
angel on fire
summary: falling for your gorgeous, 6'4, fire chief slash superhero roommate is bad enough- falling for the guy everyone else wants is its own kind of torture. you try to move on, but it's useless; clark kent has fought enough fires to know when one's about to ignite.
firefighter ! clark kent x roommate ! reader
themes: ...guys... hear me out. clark's still superman, but he's also a firefighter. mutual pining. omfg, he's a gentleman. you're a journalist at the planet, jimmy's your bff. so super proud of this one, enjoy!!