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dr odyssey truly is a show with nothing but a throuple, a gimmick, and a dream

i have these like ocs in my head and a rly weird story (that wld just give me an excuse to write things) but i just don't wanna make the plot make sense bc i cannot explain robots and cowgirls on spaceships powered by dance i just like it bc it's so silly

Helpppp

"I should kill myself": self-serving, reactionary

"we should all kill ourselves": building community and connection, ideologically correct

every "fights with ___ x reader" fic starts so srs and vague and i get a little scared to find out what they're fighting ab and it's always something like this 😭

thinking about arguing with husband!gojo. it’s funny because he’s the strongest sorcerer alive with several other, more wicked enemies harboring one sided hate for him, yet he’s anxiously glancing at you every now and then as you hiss at him. you’re the only one who can make him doubt his strength.

he usually finds you cute when you’re mad, but right now he doesn’t really appreciate the way your face is scrunched up and how you’re yelling at him.

it’s not his fault. he thinks you’re being so dramatic.

“you’re laughing at me,” you deadpan. “why do you never take things i say seriously?”

“because i honestly don’t think it’s that serious,” he fires back, and your eyes narrow. oh, fuck.

arguing with your husband is never fun. it’s probably because the both of you are stubborn; you’re stubborn because you’re simply right all the time, and satoru’s stubborn because if you’re not right, then he is.

you pause for just a second, but it’s enough to sprout a moment of extreme tension between you and your husband.

“right,” you scoff after you inhale sharply. “you just don’t care, do you?”

“don’t fucking say that,” satoru snaps. “i do care. that’s why i’m here.”

it takes everything in you to not shoot him another death glare. “so i should be thankful for the bare minimum?”

satoru blinks. he would’ve flinched, but he refuses to let you have that sort of power over him. “i’m not giving the bare minimum.”

“yes you are,” you argue back, voice straining as you swallow a lump of anger down the back of your throat.

the both of you are still. it feels like an eternity passes before the anger in you wanes. you’re exhausted and this fight with satoru is surely going to make the both of you upset enough to not talk for the rest of the night.

“i’m sorry that i’m not good enough,” satoru says, breaking the silence. you’ve never heard his voice so small, so pathetic—he’s never, ever shown you this side of him, and you’re starting to feel that dreading pit of guilt tug at your gut.

“that’s not what i meant,” you force yourself to say, sighing.

“but that’s what you’re thinking,” satoru mumbles. he avoids looking at your face.

“no it’s not,” you deny. “it’s never been about that.”

satoru gives you a wary look. “then what is it about? because i’ve done everything i can.”

“everything? really?” you sneer. “do you even love me anymore?”

silence. satoru swears he can hear your heart break.

“baby, don’t say that,” he groans, “c’mon, we were ten points away from three stars. that’s a single plate—one you didn’t turn in because you somehow forgot how to dash!”

you whip around to glower at satoru, your face twisting into an offended expression. “you set the kitchen on fire! how could i do something like serving a dish if the kitchen is on fire?!”

“baby, it’s the same button that it always has been this entire game!” he whines. “and you set the kitchen on fire! you keep forgetting to take the rice off the stove!”

you sigh exasperatedly, crossing your arms to act like some sort of shield between you and satoru’s (truthful) words.

“but you don’t chop up your stupid fish!” you protest. “so i end up doing five things at once!”

satoru opens his mouth to speak, but he knows you’re in the right. he opts to click his tongue instead.

“and every time i asked for help,” you add, frowning, “you just kept bringing out more of the dumbass cucumbers! we don’t have counter space for that!!!”

“that’s for prep to maximize our sushi making! throw it on the floor!”

“are you kidding me? that’s so unsanitary!”

“it’s a game!”

you’re both panting by the end of the fight. you’re biting down on your inner cheek and satoru is scratching the nape of his neck awkwardly.

“… sorry,” he mumbles. “i won’t bring out cucumbers anymore. and i’m also sorry for being mean about you not knowing how to dash.”

“good,” you huff. “‘cause i was seriously not gonna play anymore.”

“and…?” he prods, nudging you in your ribs. you can tell what he wants just by the sound of his voice.

“and i’m sorry for getting mad at you even though you’re doing you’re best at carrying me in this game…” you murmur, rolling your eyes.

satoru’s face brightens and he places a wet kiss on your cheek. “you’re forgiven.”

“love you, dummy.”

“love you too, baby.”

“no more cucumbers unless the ticket calls for them,” you remind him pointedly.

“yes, chef!”

shut tf up, what do you mean nanami likes bowling to the point he has his own bowling ball?

the woke mob has turned santa clause TRANSGENDER and now he fills your stocking with ARTISANAL PICKLES and CHEESES instead of TOYS. Parents across the GLOBE are actually REALLY STOKED about charcuterie stockings, as the prices of FINE CHEESES and whatnot have SKYROCKETED.

Toji x Gn! Reader x Nanami Poly Headcannons (fluff)

Warnings- none.

- Nanami enjoys cooking for the three of you (also fears that you and Toji would burn the kitchen down).

-I could definitely see him spending hours to make a top gourmet dinner just for Toji to complain about the taste and drenches it all in hot sauce. 😭

- Toji always shows off and tries to impress you when Nanami is around. If you can't open a jar he's flexing how strong he is and opens it with ease, but when Nanami isn't around he's very soft and quiet.

-Toji makes fun of the two of you for reading, but secretly steals your books when the two of you aren't around.

-The only time that Toji and Nanami really bond are when the three of you are watching a movie together. It brings them comfort watching you laugh at some corny joke being made by a character in the movie you choose to watch.

-When you go out in public Nanami are always scolding you and Toji for picking up ever item you see on the shelf in a store or being too loud and the both of you snicker were Toji replies with an "OK, dad".Nanami is always getting the two of you out of trouble.

-You guys adopted a black cat from a local shelter and it likes Toji so much. All the kitten takes interest in is cuddling in Toji’s buff arms ( I mean I would too).That being said he always jokes about how the cat doesn't like you and Nanami had to reassure you that he'll warm up to you eventually.

- I can just imagine how chaotic it is to get ready for bed each night.The three of you are clustered in the bathroom. Toji is brushing his teeth and you are doing your skin care routine when Nanami yells from the shower that someone took his soap.

-He blames it on Toji and starts and entire argument,only to figure out that it was on the bathroom counter. Toji won't let him sleep until he apologizes for blaming him..

-But, when you do finally make it to bed,you get to sleep in the middle of both of them. Toji sleeps on his back with an arm above his head and and Nanami sleeps facing the door, since he's usually the first up in the morning.

-It's warms and one of the only times that the three of you are at peace. It’s always comforting for all of you to finally get some rest. That is until Toji shifts in his sleep and knocks Nanami onto the floor. Making the two argue once again.

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This is first time posting something that I've written,but Toji and Nanami being in a Poly relationship with reader has been very soothing for me lately.

If anyone wants me to write some more ideas/or has any requests of prompts for the two please let me know (fluff only please!)

thinking about nanami who always kisses you from the pulse point of your wrist and trails the remainder downwards. he has feather light kisses and he murmurs soft praises in between. he whispers to every cell of your skin of how he adores you, how he wishes to live the rest of his days with you.

nanami who kisses you everywhere because he wants his love, his darling, his life, to feel the devotion he has for you, absolutely running through every vein in your skin. nanami who promises forever with you because that man is so deeply in love, he cannot imagine a world without you. nanami who says all this with his head buried in your arms, still leaving teasing, soft kisses to any sliver of skin he can find.