#her chin is on his shoulder:

[quietwingsinthesky]

in the amelia pond au, amelia’s aunt does still send her to therapy between doctor adventures, but since amelia is now secure in the fact that he’s Definitely Real since both rory and mels have also met him and because she lost a tooth last week from tripping on the stairs of the tardis, she doesn’t bite any therapists this time around. and besides, her therapist is a very funny lady. she reminds amelia of her doctor, with how her voice will flip and jump in volume and accent and tone on a whim, with how she’ll talk to amelia like they’re conspiring together. she keeps the pictures amelia draws of the doctor and their adventures for her, even hangs one or two on the walls. she listens very intently to every detail, which no adults in amelia’s life do save the doctor himself and river song, whenever she’s around. and best of all, whenever she tells amelia’s aunt that amelia is doing just fine, don’t you worry, she’ll grow out of this, she winks at amelia so that amelia will know her therapist is only playing along to wave away her aunt’s suspicion.

it is a little odd, though, that she insists on only being called Missy. but amelia is quite used to odd by now.

#not the point of this post but. please do imagine amelia and rory and mels and the doctor all having escaped from Real Actual Danger #rory has the energy of a cat with its fur all puffed up and looks like he’s either going to start crying or yelling at the doctor #mels is standing on the box the doctor got her so she could see the tardis console better and studying the way he flies it very intently #and amelia is still full of energy and adrenaline and can’t stop racing around the tardis like a hyperactive gerbil. because if she stops #she might have to be scared instead but if she can run long enough she’ll forget to be scared at all and when she collapses exhausted all #she’ll have left are the exciting happy memories #and then she misteps racing up the stairs. shouts! the doctor and mels and rory are all at attention immediately. mels moves first but rory #is closer and helps amelia back up. and then the doctor is crouching down in front of her. ‘let me see. oh that’s a lot of blood. that’s. #how much blood are you able to lose again? its more than this. probably.’ amelia’s whole face hurts. but the doctor’s rambling is familiar. #it helps. and he’s only so talkative when he’s sure he has a solution. besides. rory’s head’s nestled on her shoulder and mel’s got her #hands. the doctor wipes blood off her nose and her chin. tilts her head up and goes ‘aaa’ sticking his tongue out until she does it too. #and he tells her to feel her upper row of teeth with her tongue. she does until she finds the gap. #it still hurts. hurts more when she nudges it with her tongue all bleeding and raw. but she just lost a tooth! and you know what that means. #they have to find it. or else how will the tooth fairy leave her any money? #(the doctor hears her say that to mels as they search. and he glances off to the side and makes a note to go back and make sure it *was* her #aunt leaving her those coins. and not something else. which he does. and finds out her aunt wasn’t leaving her any coins at all. #he can’t just let that stand! so the doctor becomes amy’s tooth fairy as well.) #and that is how amelia loses a tooth on the tardis. #amelia pond au

[ride-a-dromedary]

I have now become literally incapable of not thinking about Wyll and Halsin adopting Lily Aurora.

#BG3 Musing #wyllsin #it is real to me!! #this is a problem - and by problem i genuinely just believe that's what happens now #i know wyll only adopts lily as duke but let me dream (but also let me think about lily the wolf familiar also being at home in reithwin) #let the two who want to be dads be dads together #wyll is the calm counter balance to halsin's worry about leaving the children with a babysitter #halsin holding little lily on his forearms with her head cradled securely in his big hands #just looking at her and rubbing the soft downy hair with his thumbs #and wyll with his chin perched on his shoulder and one of his fingers curled securely in her fist #just...picture of soft warm domestic bliss while they look at their little baby <3_<3 #Lily Aurora Ravengard Shan Arikathan <3 (or sum Ihalisn if you wanna get real sappy) #if i wasn't in an artblock...

[1111-sunset-circle]

this post got me thinking about bodies and the way that we fit together with our f/os. do your fingers interlock perfectly? does their palm seem to rest perfectly on the small of your back? how do you match up with each other when you’re cuddling or hugging?

#im obsessed with this #physical touch is so beautiful.. #i struggle personally with it being a proper love language #since i can’t always handle giving/receiving touch #it used to be my number one love language though!!! so i appreciate it a lot #and i understand people who love it so much #anyways. #adam’s hands fit nicely on my waist. #he also just fits perfectly behind me when he hugs me #barbara loves to rest her head on my shoulder #mozzie loves all physical touch even though he will Not admit it #his chin fits in my palm and if i cup his face he’ll lean into my touch or forward towards me #like a cat… #maybe this is heaven? #in heaven there wouldn't be dust on everything #love is the ultimate con #four seasons #f/o imagines #romantic f/o #imagine your f/o #platonic f/o #imagine your platonic f/o #imagine your romantic f/o #imagine your familial f/o #familial f/o #barrywriting

[chatonnoir]

The way Ladybug said "toi ... et moi?" to Chat Noir in the finale rb if u agree

#her voicee and the way she couldnt even keep her chin on his shoulder bc she tiny aand #these are my first thoughts waking up from my nap

[succs]

thank you everyone for your kind words on how I draw umi characters!! it makes me so happy. I take a lot of inspiration from the stage play actors as well as my own personal interpretations and recent experiments drawing different face shapes 🩷🩷🦭

#umi.txt #I plan to do like. a chart at some point with the face shapes and body types I HC them with #whenever I draw the cousins I consciously give them features I’ve given their parents as well #Jessica has broad shoulders like her dad and a sharper chin like her mom #George has a softer face like his dad and a more upturned mouth like his mom #Maria and battler will be a bit more fluid to figure out but we’ll get there

[bumblingbabooshka]

Voyager insisting that Tuvok and Janeway never go into each others quarters - meanwhile I (the arbiter of truth) know for a fact that they are always in each others rooms, occasionally wrapped up in the same blanket, sometimes falling asleep in the same bed etc.

#Voyager writers are liars and cowards #they are best friends and by god...if I have /anything/ to say about it they're gonna be so comfortable and intimate with one another... #and I have a /LOT/ to say so v_v they are #Tuvok&Janeway are like...all other Vulcan-Human friendship goals to me and that's how I think of them interacting in my mind's eye #No one else can even touch Tuvok's shoulder without him looking like alarm bells are ringing but then you see #Janeway resting her chin on the top of his head and complaining about something which Tuvok replies to - getting a laugh out of her #Tuvok is Janeway's oldest friend and the only person she has an uncomplicated relationship with aboard Voyager and I want them to act likeit #She vastly outranks everyone else and Chakotay is Maquis + in love with her so that's complicated...Tuvok should be the guy she #can really just let loose and be herself with (especially earlier in their journey) #I love two people who seem to be (and are) very serious but when they get together they get a lil goofy with it #Everyone on Voyager thinks Janeway & Tuvok sit around drinking tea and being serious when they're alone together #but really they're hardcore goofing off (AFTER work is done of course) bc they really deserve it...life is hard in the delta quadrant #they deserve a little 'drink a milkshake as fast as you can in an unspoken competition to see who gets brain freeze faster' #st voyager #Tuvok #Janeway #Janeway only going to Tuvok for advice? BOO. Go to him so you can annoy your best friend with random bullshit

[arisenreborn]

In-game the size difference between them never quite looks this pronounced somehow but my god seeing them side-by-side like this I Am Looking

#crow's misc. #oc: olivia (arisen) #oc: emrys (pawn) #i Could make him taller but at this height he just has to lean a little and he can rest his chin on top of her head #drape his arms over her shoulders #and generally be a big pesky cat #(its unintentional because she's just wearing default spearhand clothes she was handed #but the subtle little matchies in their outfits rn 🥺 #the reddish sash around the waist #the darker armor around the neck/right arm #bweh!)

[throughpatchesofviolet]

Pocket Card Jockey is literally solitaire with the gimmick of racing horses, and I think Sherry would like playing solitaire (I sure do--that's why I love this game so much). Thinking of her having some kind of tablet strictly for solitaire that she plays when the bus rides are long ... also maybe Heathcliff would let her sit in his lap and watch her play, sometimes.

#hi I am feeling much better now asdfghjkl #I miss thinking about sitting in Heathcliff's lap ... my favorite place in the world #his arms wrapped around Sherry's torso and his chin on her head/shoulder while she sorts cards ... #he can't decide if he wants to watch her play solitaire or Sherry herself ... #^ he loves seeing her think #r: remind my heart to beat 💢 #si: to a great mind‚ nothing is little 🤎 #Pocket Card Jockey tag #^ I can already tell this is going to become a thing here-- #scattered pages

[gayhoediaz]

God, can you imagine how physically clingy they're going to be when they're finally together? Disgusting.

#buck swinging his feet into eddie's lap when they're sitting in the sofas in the loft? #eddie immediately accepting them and absentmindedly massaging his calves? #one of them paying for their stuff at a store and the other one placing their chin on their shoulder? #small touches every single time they pass each other (unless it's really stressful in the field ofc) #you think eddie will be able to pass buck in the gym and NOT graze his arm or his waist? #lies #nie loses her mind

[pridewon]

@soverina​ said:  Peach is 5’1” let’s compare her to ushi, bokuto, and kuroo because these three are currently going to give her grey hair ~ 8) (height meme)

peach dearest i am so sorry the grey hair is only about to get worse bvdjvbf lOOK AT THIS

peach & kuroo (6″3 / 189.5cm)

peach & bokuto (6″3 / 190.3cm)

peach & ushijima (6″4 / 192.7cm)

#soverina #(bokuto; headcanons) #(kuroo; headcanons) #(ushijima; headcanons) #i'm actually still undecided on kuroo's timeskip height so this is subject to change but not by much because he's still shorter than ushi fv #peach doesn't even reach ushijima's shoulder bLESS HER HEART #you know the whole 'boy rests his chin atop his girlfriend's head' trope #HE'S TOO TALL FOR THAT #romance is dead nita we killed it

[lighthouseborna]

i don’t know who needs to hear this but if your muse has any kind of affectionate (platonic, romantic, familial) relationship with henry he 100% wants physical gestures of affection and will sit on them if they let him

#''on'' open to interpretation but mostly this means 'touching' #usually this means shoulder to shoulder in a literal fashion #allie tends to be holding his hands or he'll carry her piggy back #and hetty is frequently like. he will put his arms over her shoulders and his chin on her head and this is normal for them. #also she will sit in his chair that he is already in half on top of him yes this is still platonic #those are the only super duper specific examples in my head and they're both platonic friendships but genuinely i am just! saying!! #this is Normal to him and nothing can embarrass him out of it #(((but if they are clearly not comfortable with it he won't like. push that. it's a If-they-want-it-he-is-there kind of thing ! ))) #everybody is subject to the occasional hug though that's just how it's going to work sry you have to accept a hug every so often #tbt. #tbd(?) #this is technically a headcanon isnt it? idk

[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ YES, I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND, AND YES, SHE'S REAL! ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ streamer!au: what happens when your gamer boyfriend brings you on-screen for the first time?

contents: fem!reader. use of she/her pronouns + reader is referred to as gojo's girlfriend. toji slander bcs he deserves it.

author's note: everyone welcome streamer!gojo to the world! he'll be here for a while...

"oh, please," satoru laughs, leaning back and grinning at the screen in front of him. he tosses his hair, but it falls back into his eyes just seconds later. "no way you guys all thought i would lose that one. c'mon, have some faith in me!"

you watch satoru reply to the hundreds of comments lighting up the side of his monitor, smiling endearingly at the way he laughs at some and practically chortles at others.

it was only after the two of you started dating that satoru disclosed his streaming hobby, and to your surprise, he was pretty popular. thousands of people tuned in to watch him play some game or another every night, and well, it paid better than you'd expect.

satoru whistles, hands resting comfortably behind his head as a particular question catches his attention. "ah, do i have a girlfriend?" he muses, grinning as he shoots a quick side-glance at you. "yeah," he continues, snorting when what looks like a flurry of no fucking way's flood the chat.

he clicks his tongue disappointedly, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "what, did all eight thousand of you think i couldn't pull? thanks a lot," satoru deadpans, waving his hand and sighing dramatically. "i don't know what any of you mean. i'm a catch!"

you snicker at that, and your laughter only increases when satoru turns and gapes at you. he juts his bottom lip out, face sinking into an adorable pout at he crosses his arms. "even my own girlfriend's laughing at me," he mumbles petulantly. "hmph!"

satoru sticks his tongue out at you childishly, and you blow a kiss back. he pretends to faint before turning back to his monitor, quickly skimming the comments before he gasps. "what do you mean, she probably doesn't exist?!" he sputters, clutching his heart exaggeratedly.

the look on his face is priceless — imagine getting told by thousands of people that one, they think you can't pull, and two, that they don't even believe your significant other exists. naturally, satoru reacts as dramatically as ever. he pretends to ignore everyone in the comments before calling them out individually.

"oh, i see you, toji... fishy-guru," satoru gripes, wagging his finger at his screen. "my girlfriend exists and she's mine! don't even think about it." he pauses, squinting at the chat before correcting himself with an eyeroll. "fushiguro. whatever. either way, she's real and she's all mine."

satoru swivels his chair to face you, making an incredulous face as he gestures to the screen. "can you believe this?" he grumbles, ocean-blue eyes focused on you. "these guys don't think you're real."

you shrug, toying with the corner of his sheets as you smile back at satoru. he's so childish, but that's just one of the many things you adore about him. sure, he's an annoying brat, but at least he's a total sweetheart too.

your boyfriend extends his hand, beckoning you to come over to him. "c'mon, darling," he cooes, scrunching up his nose at you. "wanna help me prove these losers wrong?" satoru mouths please, and the puppy eyes he gives you are cute enough to convince you.

so you hop off his bed, running a hand through your hair as you stroll over to where he sits in front of his monitor. beaming like a kid on his birthday, satoru takes your hand and twines his fingers with yours.

smiling smugly, satoru pulls you on screen and into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. you watch the chat erupt with she's real's and how did he pull a girl like her's and smile, flicking satoru's forehead affectionately.

he ignores the thousands of dumbstruck users in his comments and holds you close to his chest, adjusting his grip on your waist to make his lap as comfortable as possible for you. satoru's adoring eyes are fixed on you, only you, even as his chat explodes.

suguru-geto: haha i already knew

toji-fushiguro: how the fuck did a loser like him pull her?

yuuji-itadori: gojo has a girlfriend??? what did i miss??

#osaemu #streamer!gojo #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo fluff #jjk fluff #satoru gojo fluff #gojo satoru fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #gojo drabbles #jjk drabbles

[moechies]

sugu w/ crybaby reader was who gets emotional reeeally easy while he's fucking the life out of her n she just wants him to hold her (i think im sick in the head i need him so bad)

“s-sugu —“

“y’cryin honey? ‘s too much f’you huh.” he giggles, pace slowing down a tad. it doesn’t help, the feeling of his intruding cock lingers in the deepest part of your sensitive cunt.

his girth stretches you out greatly, and it had taken nearly an hour of his preparation and 2 prior orgasms to get you where you are now.

you huff, geto’s hand cupping your chin forcing your big doe eyes to stare into his. your eyes glimmer with tears , the apple of your cheeks dewy with sweat and tears. your mouth gapes open slightly from the pressure of the man’s grip on your jaw , completely vunerable under his touch.

“you’re so fuckin’ pretty baby.” he groans , harsh thrusts resuming with his previous pace.

“ah —“ you jolt with surprise, his body pressing on top of yours just close enough to press hot but quick kisses on the fat of your lips.

you’re quick to wrap your arms around the man’s broad shoulders, pulling him in closer to nuzzle into the crook of his neck.

soft whimpers fall from your lips followed by moans, still tears cloud your pearly eyes and he notices.

“what’s wrong baby? why’re crying? tell suguru.”

“i— wan’ you to h-hold me sugu . wanna feel you closer..” you hiccup.

and just when you say it, he notices. how your body desperately cages him in, arms wrapped around his shoulder and legs holding your pelvises together tight.

“oh baby. “ he grins, pressing a sloppy kiss onto your lips before enveloping your head into his arms. “y’r too cute .” his chest presses against your plush tits, hot bodies rubbing off on eachother as he nudges himself impossibly deep into your silky cunt .

you squeal , nails clawing at his back at the feeling of his overstimulating cock. “just like that baby. so perfect f’me.” he groans, he thinks he’s going to die.

it makes him dizzy; it’s so intimate , so perfect. you were perfect.

#jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #geto suguru smut #getou x reader #jjk getou #getou suguru #geto smut #getou suguru x reader #geto x reader #geto x you #jjk geto #geto suguru #drabbles ⋆⑅˚₊ #requests ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

[oceantornadoo]

protective ex-husband!simon, implied violence/break-in

“i know! and that’s when i told her-“ you paused, your hand halfway to the keys at the bottom of your purse. your apartment door was open, a menacing sliver of darkness awaiting you. “hey, i’m going to have to call you back.” you ended the call with your friend, slowly backing away from your door. shit. you knew you locked the door when you left for work, and no one else had a copy of your key. a creeping sensation came over you, like someone was watching from within. slowly, you retreated, taking the elevator down to your apartment’s lobby as the anxiety crawled through your body. you wracked your brain, wondering if you should call the police. wondering if they would even believe you. there was only one call to make.

“come on, pick up.” you tapped your foot impatiently as your ex husband took forever to answer the phone. it was all you could do to not think about your home being violated, about a potential stalker or date gone wrong.

“‘ello?”

“si- simon, it’s me.”

“i know, lovie. that’s why i picked up.” you let out a quiet sob of relief at his voice, the bottle on your emotions starting to leak.

“what’s wrong?” his voice changed, immediately hearing your silent tears. he could always read you too well. “i don’t want to bother you but” you hiccupped. shit. “but my apartment door was open and i’m pretty sure i closed it, i usually do. i don’t know if im being silly but now im in the lobby and im just scared, simon.” there was a fumbling sound, the echoes of simon zipping up his jacket and pulling on his shoes.

“go to that cafe across the street, dove. go get yourself one of those overpriced hot chocolates. i’ll be there in 15.”

9 minutes later, your shaking hands were tapping random patterns on the cafe table, unable to raise your drink to your mouth without spilling it. your eyes were locked onto the wood grain, counting lines to distract yourself.

suddenly, a gloved hand covered yours. you looked up and there he was, your ghost in all his glory. you forgot everything for a second, forgot the past arguments and the strained silences, and flung yourself into his arms. you breathed in his comforting scent of pinewood that masked his cigarettes, a cologne you got him four years ago for christmas. your face was wet, and as he pulled you back to check you for injuries, his thumb brushed a stray tear away from your face. you didn’t even realize you were crying.

“‘s okay, baby. i’m here now. give me your keys.” you fumbled for your keys, purse strap sliding off your shoulder as your hands shook too much to keep it balanced. simon caught it gracefully, finding your keys in the same pocket you always kept them. “stay here. i’ll be back.” you nodded instinctively. only when you saw his figure retreat to your apartment building, clothed in all black like a figure of death, you realized you hadn’t told him your new apartment number.

twenty minutes passed. simon’s presence had worked like medicine as your heart rate has now dropped back down to normal, your hands stable enough to finish your drink. any other person would be worried for simon’s safety, but you knew the only person you should be concerned for was your intruder.

“you’re stayin’ with me tonight.” he was back, looking exactly the same. he wasn’t even winded. “thank you simon, but don’t be ridiculous. i can get a hotel. you live so far from my work anyways.” he approached you, crowding into your space as he leaned over you, even with a cafe table in between. “consider it payment then.” he tilted your chin up with his left hand as he hid his other one, covered with blood, in his pocket. “one way or another, you’re in my bed tonight, dove.” you gulped at that. “and i’ve got riley in the car. you wouldn’t abandon him, would you?” of course he had gotten your cat when he checked out your apartment. riley hated men, but never simon. cheeky bastard.

“you win.”

fast forward a couple of hours and you were getting ready for bed at simon’s, belly full from the meal he had made you. riley made himself at home on the living room couch, of course. “he’s in my spot.” you gestured to your cat on the couch. “wha’ d’ya mean?” your husband simon was now in sweats and sweats only, clean from the shower he had after you both got home back to his place. you pretended not to see him methodically wash blood out of his fingernails, reasoning quite easily with yourself that it was for a good cause.

“my couch for tonight.” simon moved toward you and you avoided his eyes, trying not to stare at how beautiful he still was. muscular but thick, torso adorned with scars you used to trace on sunday mornings when you both stayed in bed until the afternoon. he gripped your chin, forcing you to make eye contact. “told’ya you were in my bed tonight, dovie.” you swallowed and he watched your throat move, memories of you swallowing something else countless times rising to the surface.

“don’t be silly, simon. that would cross a line.”

“what line?” his arms were crossed now, drawing your attention to an unfamiliar tattoo right above his heart. a small dove.

“we’re not together anymore, simon.”

“you’re still my wife.”

silence. he was always like this, pushing you until you broke. he was unwilling to compromise, even on the smallest of issues. usually you’d fight him, spit fire until you lost your voice. tonight though, you were reminded of how he was the only person you were able to call, the only one committing dark sins without asking, all for your safety. instead, you threw your hands up and walked into his bedroom, mechanically stripping as you put on one of his shirts and a pair of boxers. you felt his eyes on you, burning a hole through the fabric. you were tired, so tired of this push and pull.

“what.” you whipped around, all venom. his eyes were impossibly soft, holding yours with a peaceful caress. “you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you.” your fire went out at that. “you’re just trying to get me naked.” you mumbled, looking down as you fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. you watched as his body came into view, pressing your forehead against his bare skin.

“could see you in a thousand layers and you’d still be the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen, dove.” ever so slowly, your hands crept up his body to grab his shoulders and neck. he picked you up with ease, turning the lights off and tucking you both in bed. “when did you get the tattoo?” you asked in the dark.

“3 months and 12 days ago.” what would have been your 3rd year of marriage, your anniversary. you lowered your head and gave him a kiss right where the tattoo was. “can we talk about it in the morning?” you snuggled into him, that familiar scent calming you once again. “always, dove.” he kissed your forehead, smiling in the dark.

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idk why im obsessed with the break-in and simon to the rescue trope but its fueling me lately

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley smut #simon riley wife #ghost call of duty #tornadothoughts #ex husband ghost #fluff

[rizsu]

he's married ?! nanami kento.

sum. he's easily the top most handsome guy within his job. his relationship status is unknown, so what happens when his co-workers ship him with a female worker?

nanami is well known within his company. tall, insanely fit, and an attractive voice. it's not uncommon for men and women alike to find themselves thinking about him often. what's not common is knowing about his love life. no one knows anything and he would've kept it that way. but when push comes to shove, and you're shipped with someone who's not your beloved, nanami will make it known that he's not only taken but married.

in the coffee-break room there are three guys. now, there's nothing unusual about this — no, no. they're just three guys that are co-workers... except there's a twist. they aren't your regular co-workers, they're your uncommon trio of male gossipers and nanami just so happened to be their newest victim.

"shh, shh! he's here," guy one, tichi, whispers to the others, raising his eyebrows and pointing his chin to nanami's position.

the other two take a quick glance, nodding their heads when they've seen nanami's back faced towards them. it's a perfect moment to strike up a conversation, especially since it's just four men here.

guy two, tacho, shuffles his feet to the empty space near nanami. he pretends to open a sugar packet, fiddling with it as his eyes peep over nanami's shoulder. his heart skips multiple beats when the man himself turns around.

"morning to you, tacho," nanami greets, nodding his head before he turns his attention back to his cup of coffee.

"y-yeah, morning!" he stutters, awkwardly smiling in return. he turns his head to the other two in the background, mouthing the word 'help' to them. unfortunately, they do not give the aid to their friend. instead, tichi fakes a series of coughs and guy three, toeny, gives him a confident double thumbs up. there's no hope, tacho sighs.

it's a silent moment between the men — only the sounds of coffee brewing and a spoon coming into contact with the mug can be heard. tacho's mouth itches him, he happened to remember his group's recent conversation about nanami. he must ask — even if it costs him a mutual co-worker.

"so, nanami," he begins, waiting for nanami to give him the undivided attention.

nanami doesn't face him, but he hums in response. tacho doesn't mind this as an answer, so he continues, "i was wondering if the rumors of you being with the new worker, yeri, are true?"

there is one big lie in that question: there are no such rumors. it's just a theory the trio has been gossiping about every night. nanami's been helping out yeri for quite some time, one can only think that they have a special connection going on.

"that is bullshit," nanami gives a firm answer. nothing more, nothing less.

tacho's stunned, he blinks a few times to recollect himself. "oh — so you're not with her?"

nanami doesn't answer yet, but the two in the back give their unwanted reactions. tichi clicks his tongue three times, shaking his head in disappointment at tacho's second question. it's obvious dumbass, he thinks. toeny, on the other hand, presses his lips in a thin line, pretending to read a magazine that's been on the counter.

nanami reaches into his pocket, whipping out his phone. the trio's confused until nanami speaks.

"i am married man. this is my wife," he educates, pressing the power button to show you as his lockscreen.

he collects three gasps, internally nodding at their shock. that's right, i'm gladly taken.

"all this time you've been... MARRIED?!" tacho's voice heightens, he drops his spoon in shock. it's unbelievable yet somewhat believable.

nanami breathes out a 'yes', raising his arm to show the wristwatch. "she bought this for our five-years anniversary recently. it's quite expensive, going over four-thousand," he brags, emphasizing on key words.

he's been waiting for the precious day where someone indirectly asks for his relationship status. the day has come and he will spend it bragging about his beloved.

nanami doesn't give them a chance to speak, he carries on with his bragging, "she's a very lovely woman. all my bentos are made by her and she writes little notes for each. some may think it's childish but that's bullshit! they just haven't experienced the love of a woman. matter of fact, her most beautiful moments are when she's freshly awake. the smile she gives me is nothing but angelic."

his speech doesn't stop there, but it did for the trio. his words went in one ear and out the next. nanami's blabbering about his wife immediately set a blank face upon tichi, tacho, and toeny. they're jealous and also surprised.

"the way a woman can change a man will never not be amazing," toeny whispers, blankly gazing at nanami's ongoing speech.

#+ rizsu: jujutsu kaisen. #tic tac toe ( tichi tacho toeny ) #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #nanami fluff #nanami kento fluff #nanami drabbles #jjk fluff #jjk drabbles #jjk x fem!reader #nanami x you

[froody]

My mom’s neighbor used to have this horse who passed away recently. The horse was like 30 years old. Rail thin. Couldn’t be ridden. He had belonged to the neighbor’s girlfriend and apparently she had abandoned him with her ex when she left. My mom’s neighbor was a big rugged mountain man with a lot of tattoos, very gruff, didn’t get along with people. The horse loved him so very dearly. The horse’s favorite thing to do was go up to him and try to lean on him. It was normal big burly man standing in his yard smoking a cigarette, fixing something, working on his motorcycle with this elderly hospice horse resting its chin on his shoulder. It was a heartwarming sight. The decrepit old horse finally died but I still think about it. He wasn’t that horse’s first owner but he was that horse’s last owner. He was the one who stepped up and loved him in his final years even when the horse had nothing to offer him but companionship and vet bills.

#animal death /