Okay I’m gonna leave some random happy ideas because I need fluff
Frank and Eddie holding hands, they deserve it
Poppy and Sally baking together, Sally makes a mess but helps Poppy clean it up
Julie making a snowman that looks like Frank is something that hasn’t left my mind all day, Barnaby makes so many funny jokes about it
Wally and Home just vibing, evil home does not exist /hj
Howdy cleaning his bodega and listening to music, that’s all I want
Also I need Eddie and Howdy interactions in canon, they are so everything to me
Howdy becoming a butterfly and having pretty wings
I need more of Julie’s siblings, they’re underrated
I’m sorry if I’ve been sending a lot of stuff lmao, I’ve just been thinking a lot :]
Eddie would hold hands forever if he could,,, but Frank can't stand it after a while lol me too bud
Sally usually just observes bc when she does cook/bake it's a huge mess. Poppy doesn't really mind I think, she usually cleans as she goes so maybe it's not that big an issue!
Snowman Frank Snowman Frank Snowman Frank Snowman- ahem,,, I'm not funny! Barnaby's having a blast though
Home may not be evil but they are Sassy and Will Judge You. I personally believe Home is constantly rolling it's eyes at Everyone but Wally. also they love Wally so much,, like that's their lil guy! Barnaby has to share lmao Wally loves home too :)
Eddie and Howdy listening to music together in the bodega! They're just having a vibe together
Mmm butterfly howdy,,, may I direct your attention to @/carnivalcarrion for Yassified Howdy if you have not see the wonders already
I need to see Jonsey do literally anything,,,The design ever,, so pretty. Franny would step on me. I would thank her. Bea seems very sweet! I think she'd give good advice :)
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TO THE NIGHT WE MET.
summary. you and nanami watch the ball drop together to end the year with a good start. funny how even the sweetest moments can feel so…surreal.
wc. 1.7k
tags. gn!reader, fluff in the beginning, angst-ish, just nanami being an affectionate husband, calls reader sweetheart + dear.
“sweetheart, ‘s almost midnight.” nanami would mutter is the sweetest voice. you’re in the kitchen and he’s sat lazily manspread near the living room. nice and cozy on the leather comforter before he rubs a hand against his thigh, ushering you to come join him.
“okay.” you’d hum, making your way towards him, and a soft smile presses against his lips. he could never find the right words to describe how he felt whenever he’d just stare and gawk at you. you made his heart fill with love, so much of it.
the tv was on, and playing on the flat screen was the iconic ball drop. it was being broadcasted live, with just a few minutes to spare.
you made yourself cushy and snug against his lap. he wraps an arm around you before pulling you close towards him, snaking his fingers alongside your waist before resting his chin near your shoulder, he exhales a soft sigh before mumbling against your ear. “gonna be another year with you by my side. ‘m so lucky..”
“i’m luckier,” you teased, hearing his chest jostle a bit against you, his body language letting you know that he was laughing, a sweet playful guffaw.
“i’m luckiest, my dear,” he whispers—softly ghosting his fingers along inside down the nape of your neck, gently brushing a thumb against some strands of your hair as the two of you had your eyes averted towards the screen. “told ya.”
“pft.” you scoff with a subtle eye roll.
nanami hums to himself, knowing he’d always get the last word, finding your bitter yet teasing frustration to be nothing but simply…adorable, that was the word.
currently, nothing major was happening.
just a few well known bands performing before the ball would drop. currently plastered on the screen in a bright neon timer it read 11:56 P.M. nanami continued to hold you in his arms, your back pressed against his chest as if you didn’t have a single care in the world.
because well, you didn’t.
every moment you spent with nanami, you wanted to savor and cherish every moment. every second — every sixty seconds that hung onto every minute. simply because you never realized how quick time would speed by whenever you two would do something as simple as talking.
just rambling and rambling about nothings, about your day, his day, or nanami just showering you with compliments, he’s your husband after all.
just hearing the calmness of your voice was enough to put him at ease. to put all his irksome worries to rest, a deep and utter slumber.
“before we leave this year behind, sweetheart,” he mutters against your ear, and you feel him reaching towards the side of the couch to grab something. “i got you a little gift.”
“kento…” you start to object, turning around to face him, still propped up against his lap, just barely.
he smiles, bringing a hand towards your face before stroking your chin, placing the gift into your hand.
it was a pretty medium-sized box, a bit of weight onto it and he chuckles, “i know. ‘s not really a special occasion like your birthday or anything but i jus’ wanted to give you something you wanted since i had no time to get you anything for christmas. work was—”
“i…i can’t even get mad.” you sigh, eyebrows narrowly furrowing together. you pull him into a brief hug and he guffaws, at your tight grip your arms have as they lock around him tightly. his hands gently rub against your back, tenderly.
nanami smelled so good too, a strong mixture of cologne, but he always made sure to wear the ones that you liked. he was always so fond of letting you even pick them out for him to wear. you nuzzle your head against his chest a bit before murmuring a soft, “thank you.”
“eh, shouldn’t you thank me after you open it? if anything, the box could be empty, dear.”
he grins at the tiny pout-like scowl tugging against your lips before he playfully boops your nose, intently staring into your eyes before happily sighing. “oh, quit it. ‘m only teasing. go ahead. hurry and unwrap it. think you’ll really like it.”
you give him a quick glance, a cute frisky scowl on your lips before you look down to yourself with an almost hidden smile. digging your nails and starting to unravel the bright silvery wrapping paper — you could only imagine what this particular gift was.
a few good seconds later, your hands run across to what feels like a hefty base, your fingers trace around the material of layers and grain, before it stops against a circular lens.
“you...you remembered?”
“you did always say how much you wanted a new polaraoid,” nanami starts, tilting his head with a soft simper. such kind eyes staring into yours, not once departing. “which was like all the time, but i made sure to save up for you, sweetheart. now you can take as many pretty pictures you want.”
you start to feel a sudden throb in your chest, the more you stared at nanami — holding the newly unwrapped camera in your hand, thumbs swiping against it, an imaginary lump randomly getting caught in your throat to where you find it hard to voice out a reply and then he breaks the silence.
“ah, they’re starting the countdown. c’mere…”
you cleared your throat, somewhat helping the strange tears that nearly made its way to trickle down your eyes from his sweet efforts at giving you a present on new years.
the scenery was so pretty, crowds of people in puffercoats. balloons and lots of confetti everywhere decorating and flying amongst the sky from the wind.
humming and singing along to the jams and tunes before getting a bit quiet once the reporter announced it was time to start the infamous countdown.
“alright everyone, ten….nine….eight…seven….”
you hugged nanami’s waist, the both of you counting down together with the screen, he smiles at your grip. nanami ghosts his fingers against your back as a soothing method, before the continue.
“six…five…four…three…two…one…”
and the both of you watch as the pretty glistening ball that was slow drops near the colored bright lights of the new year display upon the tower. it was so heavenly to witness. you could only imagine what it’d be like to see the ball drop in person with nanami. perhaps another year though.
“happy new year, sweetheart.” he hums, breaking you away from your thoughts. he makes you face him with a swift finger or two—bringing your chin to look up at him before bringing you into a sweet and passionate kiss.
your eyes fluttered before closing, planting your hands down against his broad shoulders, you returned the kiss with such passion. a teeny smile could be felt against nanami’s lips as he pressed his mouth against yours — he was so sweet and precise, gently raising your head up just a bit.
the music of the tv played in the background, every saying their goodbyes and happy new years, and it’s a good minute before nanami pulls away — and, it’s an understatement to say that he’s just a little flustered.
“first kiss of the year. we should take a picture to remember this by,” and then he playfully runs a hand down his hair, speaking in a near gruff tone. “perhaps even make this a little tradition?”
“how should we pose?” you shyly say, making him sit back down against the couch—and he’s all snuggled up against you, a arm slinging around your waist as you turned the polaroid camera backwards so the lens could face the both of you.
nanami shrugs before raising his brows. “you can always um.. kiss my cheek, my dear.”
“okay.” you giggle.
you position yourself and nanami to a good enough angle for the camera to reach. with a swift few clicks of your thumb, you toggle the button towards the option to snap a picture and within three seconds—you quickly scoot in to press a soft kiss against his cheek, he flashes a cute grin and click.
within a few seconds, the picture exits out of the camera, yet it’s not developed.
“i bet we look great.” he hums, lightly moving you close towards his chest to plant a chaste kiss against the tip of your forehead.
and nanami was right. the both of you did. you both looked so happy, so full of joy, yet most importantly, so full of love. so full of attachment, need, and just…love. the way you were nestled up against nanami, your lips gently pressed against the right side of his cheek.
nanami’s right eye was open — his other eye was closed, a subtle wink at the camera, he always knew how to charm.
although after about a good fifteen minutes, the picture finished developing. actually, it’s been developed.
for years now.
it was the start of a new year again, and you decided to treat yourself on a nice vacation. to clear your head, take some time to yourself and all. you still had your camera. it’s stuck with you ever since.
malaysia, it was so pretty.
“he would have loved it here.” you sighed, slipping your fingers into your wallet to find that polaroid picture from those few years ago. you frowned a bit at the sight of it starting to develop a bit of crinkles but it was still in good condition.
your eyes stared down at the picture, of you kissing nanami on the cheek, him winking with an arm locked around your waist, and you could just hear his chuckle and his voice. “did you take the picture yet, sweetheart?”
the more you stared to reminisce, the more you sniffled. you didn’t wanna come to the bitter realization—the truth that you were still in grieve. nanami wasn’t here with you in malaysia simply because he was…gone.
it was a touch pill to swallow, but he went out people. that put you at somewhat of ease, right?
no it didn’t.
a sigh left your mouth as you brought your fingers up towards your face to wipe your incoming tears, the various droplets that suddenly fell onto the nearly crumbled up polaroid of your one and only loved, nanami kento.
“happy…happy new year, kento. i’ll make sure to take lots of pictures in malaysia. just for you. i love you..”
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