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.
pictures of buildings in the dark with one window glowing unnaturally bright. yeah <3
Madeira, Portugal (by James Dimas)
this has been rotting in my wips but anyways my take on the ghouls please accept it hehe
compilation of this type of post
Dew: "Mountain and I have been married for two years now, but we eloped instead of having a proper ceremony, so we've been pretending like we're not together yet so that our friends think they're witnessing an adorable love story, when, in reality, I've had to witness this man take a shit while I'm in the shower already." Mountain: "Actually, it's usually you coming in to shit while I'm trying to bathe, because SOMEONE forgets they're lactose intolerant." Dew: "I don't forget, I just ignore it." Mountain: "That's not how it works-"
millions cried.
look at him
credit:???
Surprise🐾
phantom is terrible about infiltrating the other ghoul’s personal spaces, bedrooms, and belongings. he takes stuff all of the time that does not belong to him and never lets anyone know where that “really cool souvenir” went until they ask. their bedroom? that’s phantom’s if he decides that the lighting is nice or that the fire is set just right… if he sees a neatly made bed that is just begging to be slept in, he will. there is no such thing as privacy or personal belongings with that ghoul around
😭🥺💕
thats my name?
nanami's daughter went through an identity crisis at the age of four.
you were teaching her how to write her own name. she happily exclaimed that she can do it herself, after all papa taught her all the alphabets. she clumsily jot down her supposed name and showed it to you, looking very much proud
suethart nanami
you were confused but told her this was not her name. she looked up at you with confused big doe eyes, the color the same as your husband's
"but thats what papa calls me?"
you chuckled behind your hand and explained to her what her actual name was and how it wasnt sweetheart. she looked so devastated that you almost wanted to rename her.
"no, its sweetheart!"
later that evening, before nanami could even announce he was home and put out his shoes, his daughter went to him running
"papa! whats my name??" she asked very firmly, with arms crossed and brows furrowed
he raised his eyebrow at you to see if it was another tiktok prank where he was supposed to call her 'my princess' (hed gladly do that). you just shrugged your shoulders at him, looking very much done. he fondly huffed, things are always so chaotic with you two, but he wouldnt have it any other way. he smiled softly and patted his baby's fluffy haired head
"sweetheart, at least let me put out my shoes first-"
she cheered happily and threw herself in nanamis arms. out of instinct, he held her, with all the gentleness in the world.
"see mama?? i told you my name was sweetheart!!" she then proceeded to give you a 'i told you so' look
nanami, still very much confused and not out of his shoes looked at you, asking for help. you just sighed heavily
later during dinner time, you and nanami both taught your baby about real names and pet names. she got so pouty after she learnt that her name was neither sweetheart nor baby nor honey, it was taking nanami a lot of willpower to not her rename her sweetheart and bring back her sunny smile. but you reassured her that to you guys she will forever be 'sweetheart'. she lit up at your words and proceeded to happily munch her food
nanami blinked. well that was easy.
tho she had another breakdown when she found out that your name wasnt actually 'my love'.
edit : i have a papa geto work too! pls check it out on my profile!! ty :))