Nanami Loves Watching You Do Your Nails. Of Course, Hes Offered To Pay For Your Nail Salon Visits But

nanami loves watching you do your nails. of course, he’s offered to pay for your nail salon visits but you decline; your at home manicures are a fun hobby and you have full control of what colours and designs get painted onto your nails.

so instead, he funds your little hobby.

you never have to worry about being short of polish, nail tips, glue or charms. he’s even learned how to do your nails the way you prefer and offers to paint your dominant hand.

you have materials at his apartment and he’ll often come home to you at the living room coffee table, hunched over and gluing down clear heart decals and bows.

you show him your hand. “look, i tried using acetone to blend the nail extension and cuticle.”

kento inspects it, gingerly holding your hand. he nods, “it blends in nicely, my love.”

he reaches into his pocket, setting down a new bottle of polish on the table—specifically, the one you’ve been eying for a few weeks.

“kento!” you smile, “you didn’t have to.”

he leans in, pressing his lips to yours. “i wanted to.”

hello luvs! I know it has been a while but I am back after a much needed break. I would like to start off by saying thank you so much for the appreciation you have all shown to my posts, you all are so amazing ❤️

Also, I would like to apologize for being inactive for so long without any notice or announcement. Things were getting a bit overwhelming with school and I had decided to take a break from writing. However, after taking a much needed break I am happy to say that I will be back to writing starting today!

I will start off with fulfilling all requests sitting in my mail (I will also continuing taking requests in the future)

As for my mini series The Delinquent Next Door I will be continuing it on Wattpad, which is available on my profile with a link or you can click here. Updates will be posted on there and notifications of updates will be posted here so stay posted!

Other mini series I will work on will most likely be posted on Wattpad as well but I will include small samples on here.

I look forward to writing on here again!

Kaku: *gently taps table*

Jabra: *taps back*

Fukuro: What are they doing?

Lucci: Morse code

Kaku: *aggressively taps table*

Jabra: *slams hand down on the table* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

Wattpad Announcements!

Hiii luvs! To all the newcomers, welcome! To the rest of all you amazing humans, I just want to say thank you so much for your support in my wiritng, you guys are the best 😭🫶🏾

I am happy to say I have a few new updates for you all!

I have recently released a new part to The Delinquent Next Door, on my Wattpad so please feel free to go check it out (and for you new lovely people, if you're interested I would love for you to check it out as well!). Click the link below to check out the latest chapter!

Link: The Delinquent Next Door: Baby Your The Highlight of My Lowlife

Here's a sneak peak 😉 Preview:

You sighed from the slight relief of pressure in your head as you settled your elbow on the counter with your head resting in your hand.

What a day...

All you wanted was to go back home, hopefully greeted with the sight of solitude with Midnight and a nice, warm meal before bed.

You closed your eyes, thinking of all the things you would do to wind down after an exhausting week of crazy work days.

"Hey...y/n?" a familiar voice reaches your ears.

You hummed in response, too tired to open your eyes.

"Do you know that guy outside?"

You sigh,"What guy?"

"Well, he's got blonde and black hair and...is really hot."

You furrowed your brows at your friend's statement. You bring yourself to peak an eye out at her with a questioning brow, in which she responds with a pointed finger without saying another word. 

Sitting up, you follow the direction of where she pointed.

Your eyes grew wide with shock, feeling your whole body freeze as you hold the attention of a familiar face you had hoped you wouldn't be seeing. There stood outside the glass doors of the diner across the street and leaning against a wall--lit cigarette in hand--was none-other than Hanma Shuji himself.

Why was he here? At My job?

That you didn't know. But what you did know was this: your life was getting shittier by the second and it is all his fault.

Smirking at the realization it was you looking at him, Hanma tosses is finished cigarette on the ground and stubs out, making his way inside.

He worse black jeans, sneakers, and a white Henley shirt and black hoodie.

When he reaches you at a decent talking distance from the counter, he says, "Hey there doll~how's work?"

You were gonna kill him.

----- End of preview (click the link for more!)

In addition, I have officially released a new fanfic in honor of watching an all-time favorite anime of mine, One Piece!

To anyone interested in marriage-with-convenience romance and One Piece fanfics go check out Heart With a Price Tag on my wattpad account!

Here's the synopsis: (Thatch x Reader) Thatch is a successful business owner that is facing a midlife crisis as a broken hearted bachelor after ending a 2 years relationship with his now ex-fiancé. With the concern of his brothers and father, he is forced to attend therapy. While attending therapy, he bumps into a family friend's daughter who's in desperate need of a miracle...and a husband. The solution to everyone's problems? Marriage with convenience!

Heart With a Price Tag is linked below! (And if you like it follow my wattpad for more recent updates.)

Link: Heart With a Price Tag

Update!

New part in The Delinquent Next Door: "Another One Bites The Dust" on Wattpad

Hi guys! As promised here's an update on my fanfic The Delinquent Next Door on my Wattpad! Follow me for easier updates on it as well as some more fanfics I will be publishing. Your support means a lot, so please like, comment, and follow my wattpad for more. Enjoy!

Preview:

"You're so selfish, and always looking for trouble, and I bet you think that at the end of the day there's no harm done and that you're the only one who has to deal with the problems that tags along with you but that's not true at all because the moment there's an issue, you rope others into it and expect them to deal with it too."

Slowly, you lift your head up, bitter eyes once again setting upon Hanma, only this time your met with his apathetic gaze. You stare into his yellow orbs, hoping to find some sort of sign that the words you spoke was registering in that jailed mind of his. Hoping that if you searched long enough, you could see a trace that he cared about what you said, how you felt, how much you were hurting because of how he was acting.

But, that was nothing but fickle thought. His face was nothing but a blank slate.

"I knew it," there was a crack in your voice as you spoke. You feel his grip tighten around your wrists, which was all the response you needed. You tried to yank yourself away, but his iron hold on you was firm. He stared at you for a moment longer until he finally spoke.

"You're right. I don't care," he simply states, his expression remaining unchanged, "but that doesn't mean I am not aware of how you feel."

Your eyes widened at last statement. He sat you down next to him, and relinquished his grip on you while your attention remained on him.

"I don't give a damn who I hurt in the end, and usually that would include you too, but...,"he pauses, tilting his head slightly in thought, "--but for some reason I feel differently about you."

And he left it at that.

New Part!!

Heyyy guys! Sorry for the inactivity, school has been a lot. I have just finished and published a new part for The Delinquent Next Door on my wattpad account. So feel free to go ahead and read! There will be more parts to come, but, as promised, here's a few crumbs from the next chapter, enjoy! (feel free to follow my wattpad for more! <333)

Wattpad: authorluvgxbby

Conflicts and Thunderstorms

"W-who is it?" you called out loud. 

There was no response, only the loud crackle of lightning and the harsh wind blowing. 

You quickly dash to the kitchen, grabbing a frying pan as a weapon (in case it was some sort of creep), and darting back to the front of the door.

Swallowing your fear, you crept toward the door, raising the frying pan you had retrieved in one hand, while the other hand slowly unlocked the door and gently grasped the door handle. 

You breathed in a shaky breath: 1...2...3!

Swinging the door open, you grasp the pan with two hands ready to swing at the imagined creep knocking at your door, until you stop yourself at the sight of an all-too familiar person. 

There was Hanma, slumped against the rails of the apartment floor, soaking wet, covered in bruises and what seemed to be his blood. He struggles to lift his head, which slowly revealed his battered face that was littered with cuts and black-and-blue bruises. 

"What..." he gasped, "w-what took you so damn long to...open the...door..!" he choked out.

You were stunned, eyes wide as you could feel all of your fears and adrenaline fade as your heart dropped to the bottom of your stomach at the sight. Your mind went blank along with the rest of your senses. For a split second you didn't seem to notice the cold wind harshly whipping against your body, or the feeling of rain swiping across your face. The one thing you were aware of was getting Hanma inside.