Cozy Nanami Headcannons
He pretends to sleep with his glasses on while sitting on the sofa with a book on his lap, just so he can feel your hand caress his face.
He loves to exchange books with you and leave notes in the margins with his impeccable handwriting, usually they’re really insightful but sometimes he’s a little silly and likes to make you laugh.
He likes to be a gentleman, definitely respects the road rule- tugging you to the side of the pavement and putting his large hand on the small of your back when you two cross the road.
He likes when the two of you nap together accidentally, the feeling of you legs tangled up and your back hushed close next to his. He can fall asleep easier when you’re next to him, hearing your heart beating and seeing the rise and fall of your chest.
He likes to wake you up with a kiss to your temple and coffee just the way you like it in his hand waiting for you to get up.
He is really good with children, as much as he likes to pretend to be awkward with them. As soon as you turn your back he plays with them, picking them up and spinning them and listening to their every command seriously.
He loves it when you bury your face in his chest to shield your eyes from the bright light flooding into your bedroom from the window.
He loves it when you cat stretch next to him in bed, he knows you push up against him on purpose but he just kisses your nape and pulls you in impossibly closer.
He loves to massage you after a long day at work, feeling you relax under him because of something he has done makes him happy.
After care is so important, almost as important to him than actually having sex with you. He takes it very seriously, bubble baths and massages. The work.
Occasionally, he surprises you with a homemade treat, like cookies or muffins, that he drops off at the office to brighten your day.
He likes to share a quiet moment with you before work, sipping your favorite warm beverages and discussing your plans for the day.
He has a small polaroid picture of the two of you at the park after he’s asked you out for the first time.
He is on Pinterest religiously, if he sees something that gives off a you vibe he’ll put it in his folder he has just named ‘darling’.
Iwaizumi finds himself looking at you, puzzled at the way you shy away from his touch. He doesn’t quite get it. But he doesn’t want to push. Hajime does what he knows how to do best; talks it out. Or he tries really hard to. Ever since he’s been more comfortable around you, his arms often swing behind your shoulders and his hands usually are intertwined with yours but he hasn’t stopped to notice that you don’t openly accept his touches.
“Honey, stop.” His tone far from harsh but it still manages to stop you dead in your tracks. You turn to see him, finding your lover standing a couple feet away from you, his arms unoccupied, flinching with the itch for wanting to hold you.
“Hi? Is something wrong?” Regardless of how it may seem, Hajime is not good with his words. He opens and closes his mouth a couple of times only for hopeless croaks to escape his throat. He looks, sad. So, so sad. His arms are being brought up, holding out as if he is collecting a reward, well in this case the reward would be to hold you longer.
“Can you come here, please?” Oddly enough you don’t protest, you don’t try to question him. Instead you step towards him as if someone has possessed you, Hajime looks relieved, he doesn’t have to fight for it. Even though, we all know that he would. “Can you, can I — can you let me hold you, please?” Oh. Yeah. You think. It still doesn’t occur to you that Hajime caught onto the way you shorten every hug, halt every kiss before it gets too deep, shake your hand away from his grasp. Physical touch makes you feel queasy, and it is oh so unpleasant. The direct linkage of physical touch to sex makes you uncomfortable, feeling like each touch has to be accompanied by sexual intimacy. Why does it have to be like that?
Once the distance between you decreases he quickly pulls you close, wraps his arms around your torso tightly. Afraid of losing you.
“D-don’t pull away just yet, okay?” You stay, without saying a word. Hajime doesn’t say much either, it doesn’t take long for your breathing to sync with one another. It was peaceful, tranquil. His hand instinctively travels lower towards your waist, and just like clockwork, you pull away, resisting the strength of his arms. You should have known by now that Hajime can rage storms with his eyes but shut them down just as fast with the way his arms bring so much peace.
“Why?” He asks. This isn’t a normal look for Hajime, he looks like he is on the brink of tears. And you feel yours begin to pour. He doesn’t deserve this. You don’t get to treat him like this. Poor boy just wants to show you what genuine touch feels like and you refuse to give him a chance. “Why can’t I touch you? Why can’t I hold you?” He feels so bad. Hajime tries to rethink about all the things he might have done that led you to feeling unbearable being held by him.
Resolve crumbling at your feet. Physical touch is his way of expressing his love, it’s always something that has always bring him comfort, stability, it has grounded him in many situations. He wants to feel close to you, but he has never felt so far away. It feels like a part of himself is always missing, hiding within you. This is cruel. This is isolating.
Without saying much you crouch to reach him, arms wrapping his shoulders, snuggling your head in his neck, situating in its rightful place. You two don’t share much words in this moment, not much is needed to be said anyway. The way he’s breaking down, longing so badly for the touch of his beloved, so much it hurts. The way his neurons fire, sending chills down his back and the way his skin heats up at the moment you make contact. You hold him and you don’t let go. You stay until you both are spent from the tears you shed. “I’ll hold you like this forever if I could, Haji, I’m sorry.” You believe that you finally get it now. Physical touch doesn’t have to feel evil, it can feel just like this. His hands find your torso again, timid, but he’s willing to try. he sighs into your touch, so relieved to be reconnected with the part of himself he once relinquished to you.
I don’t even care if it’s macaroni, ramen or those little bowls you stick in the microwave. Please, I need reassurance that most of the population on tumblr WOULDN’T STARVE TO DEATH if their parents couldn’t fix them food or they couldn’t go out to eat.
This blog is pro tits and anti Nazi
If you notice me reblogging
a repost
stolen art
false information
etc.
please let me know, you’re not rude or annoying and I actually do give a fuck and I will correct my mistake, thank you
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
jjk smau’s !! —
╰┈➤ When you make a typo !!
╰┈➤ When you / he sleeps on the couch !!
╰┈➤ When you accidentally confess !!
╰┈➤ When you call him “bro” !!
╰┈➤ When he’s jealous !!
╰┈➤ When you’re jealous !!
╰┈➤ When he asks for a quickie at a party !!
╰┈➤ When you break the sex ban !!
╰┈➤ When he buys you flowers !!
╰┈➤ When you ask for hickeys !!
╰┈➤ When you fight !!
╰┈➤ When you fight pt. 2 !!
╰┈➤ When you make up !!
╰┈➤ When you make up pt. 2 !!
╰┈➤ When you accidentally eat an aphrodisiac !!
╰┈➤ When you don’t say “I love you” !!
╰┈➤ When you text “we need to talk” !!
╰┈➤ When you find an embarrassing picture !!
╰┈➤ When he gets hit on !!
╰┈➤ When he sees you with another man !!
╰┈➤ When he wants attention !!
╰┈➤ When you decline his kiss !!
╰┈➤ When you’re insecure about your body !!
╰┈➤ When you’re away and he misses you !!
╰┈➤ When you laugh off an injury !!
╰┈➤ When you slip up and call yourself his wife !!
╰┈➤ When you ask for a kiss !!
╰┈➤ When he’s clingy !!
╰┈➤ When you two gossip !!
╰┈➤ When you smell like another man !!
╰┈➤ When you go to the beach !!
╰┈➤ When he learns his contact name !!
╰┈➤ When a secret admirer sends you flowers !!
╰┈➤ When you say “I love you” first !!
╰┈➤ When you cheat !!
╰┈➤ When you become special grade !!
. . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆ . . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆
Be sure to enjoy your stay my dear! — cherry !!
bring back the guillotine
-TEXT STORIES: GHOST-
Part 1: Getting His Number
Part 2: Rescue Number 1
Part 3: Sore Ribs
Part 4: First Photo Change
Part 5: Orange Chicken 😩
Part 6: Valentine
Part 7: Forcing Friendship
Part 8: Second Photo Change
Part 9: Enter König
Part 10: More König
Part 11: Even more König
Part 12: Rescue Number 2
Part 13: Ghost Being A Love
Part 14: Drinking With Ghost
Part 15: Drunk Chat P1
Part 16: Drunk Chat P2
Part 17: Drunk Chat P3
Part 18: Drunk Chat P4
Part 19: Drunk Chat P5
Part 20: Drunk Chat P6
Part 21: First Little Non Official Date
Part 22: Second Little Non Official Date
Part 23: Doppelganger
Part 24: Scale Rating
Part 25: Third Picture Change
Part 26: Third Little Non Official Date
Part 27: Cut Or Uncut
Part 28: Sneaking Into His Room
Part 29: Jacket Thief
Part 30: Bear Trap
Part 31: Fourth Little Non Official Date
Part 32: Somewhat Clingy Ghost
Part 33: Lt Got Laid Parade
Part 34: Innuendo Central
Part 35: Payment Is Due
Part 36: Ghost Getting Flirtayy
Part 37: The Cow
Part 38: Fifth Non Official Date
Part 39: Sixth Non Official Date
Part 40: Bleeding On His Sheets
Part 41: Pygmy Riley 🥺
Part 42: Butcher Boy
Part 43: Creepy Uncle
Part 44: Little Interrogator
Part 45: Protecting His Wammin
Part 46: Reaper Fit
Part 47: Sgt. Shithead
Part 48: Saving Pictures For ‘Later’
Part 49: Seventh Non Official Date (Dang)
Part 50: Waitress Whore
-PARTS 51-100
Going from “celebrations on the streets of Rafah as Hamas accepts ceasefire deal” to “Israel chooses to continue offensive in Rafah and is currently carrying out targeted attacks” within the span of an hour is the most viscerally heartbroken I’ve been throughout the past months
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
ANNOUNCEMENT!!!!
20!!! she/her/hers✨I write for Haikyuu when my mental health allows it✨
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