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nanami is a disciplined man, a creature of habit. he wakes up early, gets ready for work with precision, and leaves the house on time. but there is one part of his routine that he refuses to rush—those ten precious minutes before he has to leave, where he gets to hold you, kiss you, and remind you just how much he loves you.
this morning is no different. the alarm has gone off, but instead of getting up immediately, nanami rolls over, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. you’re still half-asleep, curled up under the blankets, but you hum softly when his lips brush over your shoulder.
“i need to get up,” he murmurs, though he makes no effort to move away. his hand slides over your waist, warm and steady, pulling you closer.
“no,” you mumble, voice thick with sleep as you nuzzle against his chest. “stay.”
nanami exhales a quiet laugh, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “you know i can’t,” he says, though he sounds just as reluctant as you feel.
“you can,” you argue, tilting your head up so he has no choice but to kiss your lips next. he does, soft and lingering, as if you’ve got him under a spell. maybe you do. maybe you always have.
“ten minutes,” he whispers against your lips, a reminder for himself more than for you.
those ten minutes belong to you. they always do.
his hands wander, tracing over your back, memorizing the warmth of your skin. his lips press over your face—your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, before returning to your lips like he’s drawn to them. he whispers between kisses, voice low and reverent.
“i love you.”
kiss.
“i love you so much.”
kiss.
“you make it impossible to leave.”
another kiss, deeper this time, until he hears you sigh against him, fingers curling into his shirt like you’ll never let go.
“so don’t,” you plead, and nanami’s resolve wavers. it always does when it comes to you.
“you’ll be the death of me,” he groans, burying his face in your neck again. “if i call in, it’s your fault.”
“i’ll take full responsibility,” you promise, and he knows you’re smiling even with your eyes still closed.
he exhales, pressing one last, lingering kiss to your lips before finally—reluctantly—pulling away. “i’ll come home early,” he assures you, smoothing your hair. “and then i’ll make it up to you.”
“you’d better.” you mumble, already drifting back to sleep as he tucks you under the blankets.
nanami lingers at the door for a moment, watching you, memorizing you, before finally stepping out.
but even as he leaves, his heart stays with you.
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yes i just edited him to zayn now what
Shawn Hatosy as Dr. Jack Abbot THE PITT | 1.14
i tell all my friends everything you do
a sick obsession that i still try to prove
but its no good 'cause
who am i without you?
michelle pfeiffer
pleeeeessssee could we get some more of theo nott x russian girl ? they have so much potential!! 💕
Thank you for askingggg, I love them! I have this cute little blurb in my head, but y’all are so welcome to send me your ideas 🫦
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The best thing about winter holidays is probably spending them together in her huge mansion-ish countryhouse. As any Russian with self-respect she has sauna in her house and it’s safe to say that the boys spend an unhealthy amount of time there. Towels hanging low on their thighs, sweat dripping off their lean bodies - the image is straight out of heaven (or hell if you will).
It’s a routine, you see, first, they have to sit in the sauna for at least 20 minutes, second, they run out to skinny dip into an ice-hole. And they’ve gotta do at least three reps of that. She’s taught Theo well and now he’s the one beating the living shit out Mattheo, Enzo, Blaise and Draco with a wet birch sauna whisk and throwing snowballs at their bare shivering bodies.
While they goof around, she’s in the kitchen with Pans. George Michael’s vinyl overlaps with boys’ distant cries. Pansy blubbering about her new hairdresser. The russian is wearing her apron and making baked quince for a dessert. Honey drips off the fruit and the smell of cinnamon and cloves fills the house. It’s something Theo came to absolutely love, especially kissing after it, your lips tasting so sweet, it’s like a drug.
This time the boys finished just as she was sprinkling cinnamon on top of the baked quince halves. Large hands locking her from the back, Theo’s chin on top of her shoulder. “Il tuo ragazzo cazzuto ha appena preso a calci nel sedere questi ragazzi nella sauna. You proud of me, doll?” (Your badass boyfriend just kicked these guys’ asses in the sauna)
She only smiles and humms in response, too concentrated on the task in front of her. Suddenly his sly hand is making its way to the honey and she is fast to slap it away. “Don’t you dare.” He’s chuckling and faking a pout: “Fine, fine…..my girlfriend is so feisty and evil. Hot.”
you and me both sister
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Elvis Presley and Leticia Roman on the set of G.I. Blues; May 26, 1960.