but this touya 🥺 he's sitting at the kitchen table too early in the morning, awake because your ex-boyfriend is coming to pick up your daughter for their father's day out. touya is half-asleep in his cheerios, only grunting out a response when your daughter asks him questions, bright and cheery, laughing too loud when she pokes and prods him and he grabs her hands up in his own and tickles her.
when the doorbell rings, she's scooping up her backpack and unzipping it quickly, slapping a folded up piece of paper on the table before running off around the corner. you follow her, exchange some pleasantries with her dad, wish him a happy father's day, give your daughter a hug and tell her you'll see her in a few days.
she stands in the doorway and shouts, loud, the high pitch in her voice echoing off the ceiling. "bye dabi!" and when he says it in return, she ends with, "i love you!"
(you don't miss the twist of your ex-boyfriends lips, his clear disaste for touya souring his expression.)
(you don't miss touya's hesitant pause from the kitchen, his voice scratchy and low when he calls back, "love you, too, kid.")
after she's gone, you mosey on back to the kitchen to see him leaning over whatever she'd left him; a piece of construction paper, colorful and a bit messy and crinkled, but all her nonetheless.
it's a picture of she and touya as little stick figures, him much too tall, hair dark and spiky. in between them, you think, is a drum-set, a call-back to the time he'd brought her to the bar he works at before it opened, during the day, and he'd let her bang around on all the instruments and be as loud as she'd wanted.
happy fathers day i love you is written across the top in bright pink, a little hard to read, but there regardless. touya stares at it quietly, only coming back to life after you run a hand over his back gently.
"mom's gonna lose it when she sees this," he murmurs quietly, shaking his head as if the idea is ridiculous.
but you don't miss his quiet sniff, the way he clears his throat before carefully folding the paper back into place, keeping it held tightly in his fist.
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Throuple!Gojo x Geto x reader where they always sleep with you in the middle. They take turns holding you by the waist or brushing your hair out of your face when you are facing them. You always try to lay on your back so no one feels left out, but they insist you sleep on your side so you don’t snore (rude🙄). But what tugs on your heartstrings every time is knowing they manage to give each other affection even with you dividing them from one another. They do it more often when they come back from a draining assignment of exorcising and eating curses. Gojo will reach over you and trace soothing patterns on Geto’s arm, and Geto will link his ankle with Gojo’s just to feel closer and secure. You’ll even go the extra mile and scoot yourself down and nuzzle your face in one of their chests so they can exchange loving gazes. You’re not even jealous, you couldn’t be. It's a beautiful display of love and you are so lucky to be part of it. It’s a side you don’t get to see often, and you fight the sleepiness their presence brings so you can etch the memory into your brain and remind them how soft they can be when they’re at each other’s throats.
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Well I've finally gone insane enough to draw a (dreamworks) trollsona!
She's an alt/indie rock troll who plays the bass guitar, inspired by the musical stylings of Mitski whom I adore 🫶 somewhat sadgirl, occasionally angry, but always with very very big emotions aaaand she has no name at the moment.
(And ofc she's got the fattest crush on Queen Barb and a lot of her songs are secretly about her sssh~)
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