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Love and Deepspace + Texting BF "I want a baby" meme

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nanami’s side of the bed wouldn’t even be called nanami’s anymore. you sleep there nearly every day, blaming it on how the pillows smell of him.

nanami’s clothes aren’t his anymore, you're sleeping in his shorts and t-shirt tonight. you wore his shirt yesterday, and took his ties for some clothes experiments last week.

nanami’s sacred pens are no longer his own, he finds them on the table after you tried to scribble up something and forgot to put them back.

nanami’s mugs are now shared, always in the dishwasher even when he doesn’t recall using them at all. 

nanami’s thoughts don’t belong just to him anymore. you’d bug him about it all day if he doesn’t share what he’s thinking — so he, with an exasperated sigh, tells you what’s on his mind.

nanami’s salary doesn’t go straight to his savings account like it used to, instead taking a portion of it to spend on you. ‘you’ means gifts, flowers, dates, trips, trinkets, and so on.

nanami’s weekends aren’t as quiet as they once were; now they’re chaotic, full of so much of you. 

nanami’s fridge is full nowadays. candy, leftovers, ice cream, cheese, cake, bread, and the list goes on. so many things that don’t go along with his diet fill the once-empty shelves.

nanami doesn’t spend as much time in his study as before you moved in. now old books are left to collect dust, long forgotten in a room that’s never lit. even when he decides to pick one up and read it, it’s the minute that he sees your face the book is tossed away.

nanami’s happiness still comes from days off, but now it’s because those days are spent with you. days when he slept long and ignores the world are long gone, now he gets to sit and focus on you, watching as everything else becomes nothing but background noise.

nanami has always been sure he’s not looking for marriage, at least not right now. but he swears that ring looks so perfect for you. there’s no way he’d miss it. 

nanami stands in front of the bathroom mirror 5 minutes late every day because you’re still figuring out how to fix his tie the right way without any help. he can’t seem to rush you, though — what’s being precisely on time have on your little giggles as you sit on the sink and struggle to finish a task he could have done in under a minute?

nanami has been spending so much time eating as of late, more time than he can afford. while he used to finish a meal in approximately fifteen minutes, now dinners could stretch to two hours. he couldn’t get off the table early when you sit across from him, talking and joking and doing anything that’s not eating. he simply can’t possibly not indulge in the little conversations, appreciating every moment he gets to spend in your presence. nanami’s life wouldn’t even be called his anymore. you’re a storm, invading his life all at once, bringing in your chaos along with you. you’ve infatuated him, you’ve assailed his senses and changed his very being. every time nanami’s eyes align with yours, he prays your presence isn’t a fleeting one. he silently hopes you don’t leave as suddenly as you came, that you plan to stay.

Neuville seems like the guy to pass out at the sight of ankles😂but he’s a true gentlemen

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"That's a new piece."

The comment is so nonchalant that you barely glance up from the tray where you're making two cups of tea. Neuvillette is seated behind his desk, idly thumbing through another case file, the early morning sun streaming through one of the glass windows, painting him in a soft golden hue.

You tilt your head at him. "Hm?"

"The dress you're wearing," he continues, finally tearing his eyes away from the paper he was reading to fix you with a steady gaze, though it's easy to note that he doesn't look much further than your shoulders. "It's new..." he trails off, clearing his throat. "And it's... short..."

His words slowly trickle into your mind before a grin curls at the corners of your lips, one you quickly hide as you finish up his cup of tea, sauntering over before setting it on his desk. His eyes hone in on the fragile ceramic cup.

"Do you like it?" you ask quietly, perching yourself on the edge of his desk where there was some open space. The hem of the dress rides up a little, stopping mid thigh — and of course you're not wearing anything underneath it. Nothing besides a pair of flimsy little lace panties. The more you shift the redder his face becomes until you're sure he's a pyro wielder.

"Yes, yes, the fabric is quite nice," he rumbles over the rim of his teacup, looking anywhere but your bare legs. This game was always fun, teasing him, testing his self control, watching in amusement as you broke down the stoic leader everyone else saw. "The detailing compliments your skin, though I -"

"Do you wanna see what's underneath?"

Neuvillette looks positively paler than a ghost, blinking once, twice, a shaky hand lowering the teacup from his mouth. While his expression might have remained neutral his eyes gave him away, just like they always did. They're cloudy, a storm brewing behind his irises. He gives you a look of warning, one that told you that you were threading a very thin line and his patience was running low. But one that also held yearning and a strong sense of want — he needs you, he oh so desperately wants you.

Neuvillette pushes back his chair and rises to his full height, reminding you how small you truly were in comparison to his height before the corner of his mouth twitches. He enjoys this back and forth between you two, but he enjoyed putting you back in your place even more.

"Bend over my desk," his voice rumbles from somewhere deep in his chest, heady, his words smoky. "I won't be asking you twice."

xreader fic is so inherently healing like

do you love yourself? no? that's okay this character you love loves you back. are you kind? that is why they love you. are you patient? that is why they love you. are you a coward are you shy are you brave are you bold are you bratty? that is why they love you. you are loved and you will not be punished for seeking love. you are loved and you will find it here in these words.

do you love yourself yet? no? that's okay this character can love you until you do. this character will point out the few traits you can relate with yourself (your smile, your laugh, you brattiness, your whimsy, your strength, your sorrow) and tell you that they love that about you until one day you can love it, if not yourself, too.

do you love yourself yet? no? but you're starting to accept that you can be loved? that there is something in you- your awkwardness, your bashfulness, your straightforward mind, you ability to heal, your ability to fight- that someone could look at and learn to adore? well done. you're right, this character does see that and adore it. you may not love yourself just now, just yet, but now you see right? That there is something to love in you?

Eyes

That meursault scene, very beautiful

I'm once again thinking about Kento Nanami..