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HOLIDAYS WITH THE JJK MEN . . . ❄️

currently playing : autumn in new york by ella fitzgerald and louis armstrong

warning(s) : tooth rotting fluff ₍₍ ( ๑॔˃̶◡ ˂̶๑॓)◞♡

synopsis : various headcanons about how you and the jjk men (satoru gojo suguru geto kento nanami) spend the chilly winter months together. modern!au

♡ satoru gojo. . . loves to buy you gifts. call him cliche but nothing truly beats the sparkle in your eye and the gleeful smile on your frost-bitten lips as he hands you that favorite piece he knows you’ve been eyeing. he observes all your little mannerisms — a bit too shy to directly ask for things, but that’s okay, you don’t even have to say it. one hopeful glance and it’s yours! the soft “thank you ‘toru” as you meet his cerulean eyes almost makes his heart explode out of his chest. how are you so cute? his pale ears flush a dusted pink as he mumbles back softly, “of course baby,” never looking away as you gush about the new item happily. what’s money and riches without spoiling the one you love, hm?

COUPLE OUTFITS GALORE! he would 100% buy those cheesy matching sweaters and pout if you refuse to wear them. you both collectively leave a trail of tacky glitter wherever you roam. if anyone so much as mentions the interesting fashion choice gojo breaks out into a lovesick dimpled grin, pulling you closer as he beams and poses with a cheesy peace sign. “aren’t they cute?” he all but purrs, voice dripping with honey. megumi rolls his eyes in response from behind you two.

decorating the tree is never not fun with gojo. he goes shopping with you to find the perfect one for your home, buys all the ornaments, even fishes for those holiday deals. . . he may be more excited than you are! his color matching on the tree is horrid, an array of multi-colored lights and shiny little snowflakes. but how can you complain when he turns to you, freckled face tinted and his blue eyes twinkling in excitement? he teases you about not being able to reach the tippy top of the tree but will never let you struggle. before you can quip back, he places a hand to your waist to steady you, reaching up from behind with his unfairly long limbs and wrapping slim fingers around yours to guide up the shiny star. “be careful, angel” his breath fans your ear and he grins to see the flustered look on your face as you swat him away.

♡ suguru geto. . . is a romantic at heart. during the winter months he immediately brings out the scented candles, and you are greeted upon entry of your shared home with the warm glow of cinnamon and apple placed carefully throughout. when you step further inside you turn the corner of the hallway to be greeted by the sight of geto emerging from the bedroom with two bath bombs in tow. he smiles when he sees you — a soft thing reserved only for you that never fails to make butterflies flutter in your chest. “I was just about to draw a bath for us. orange citrus or peppermint tonight love?”

taking warm baths is a normal ritual after you both seek refuge from the cold outside. geto is all tattoos and ink and piercings, a masterpiece that you can’t help but gawk at every time he undresses. his presumed bad boy appearance is in stark contrast to the gentle ways in which he takes care of you. he checks the temperature of the water before inviting you inside the tub, holding a hand out for you to grasp as you steady yourself and sink into the bubbles. you fit between his legs as he begins to massage the kinks and aches from your stiff muscles, breaking the comfortable silence as he asks about your day and how work faired. you return the favor by washing his hair — an intimate and tender act between the two of you as his raven black strands falls like silk from his hair tie and through your fingers. when you scratch his scalp he groans appreciatively and leans further into your touch, putty in your hands.

a furry little surprise greets you from under the tree, a cute black little kitten complete with a white bow tied around its neck. he smiles as you squeal in surprise and hug the little munchkin to your chest, cooing softly at it. you hear geto then softly utter from beside you, “the start of our little family” to which you still a bit, eyes pricking with tears at the look of pure adornment in his eyes as the kitten meows happily in your lap. you carefully set the bundle of fluff on the floor before leaping at geto who catches you, as he always will, wrapping strong arms around you and laughing as you press red kisses all over his face. when you remark later on that you want to name your new addition sugu because its fur reminds you of your lovers black hair, it’s his turn to pause before looking away and nodding. you don’t miss the faint blush on his nose.

♡ kento nanami. . . loves to bake with you. your house is never cold with the warmth of the oven always on and the smell of sugury goodies. jazz music wafts in the air as he hums to the tune, occasionally crossing behind you to rest a firm hand on your hip and deliver the sweetest kiss to your neck. he savors your little jumps and flushed voice as you scold him — “you almost made me drop the batter!” to which he simply chuckles in response. he prefers to hoard the sweets for the two of you, but won’t hesitate to bring a box of them to the office to show off to his coworkers. as he gives them out to eager hands he remarks with a proud hum of, “my partner baked these. delicious, aren’t they?”

he buys you practical gifts for the season like a new fuzzy jacket your favorite color, or a scarf that brings out the color in your eye. he’s a man that dresses well and chic on the daily, so he has a nice eye for fashion. on random days when you return home, you’ll see a new wool sweater laid out neatly on the bed, complete with a little notecard. “thought this would look good on you -kento.” when you wear it the next day he can’t stop giving you sweet compliments.

walks in the crisp night air are basically tradition now, as you make your way hand in hand with your husband downtown to the annual tree lighting ceremony. you stand in awe at the dazzling array of twinkling lights, ooing and awwing with the rest of the crowd around you. as you both circle around the tree to see it in all its beauty, you hear the caroling of a small group in the corner of the plaza, voices soft and romantic. snow starts to fall in dusty particles and wets your nose, and you both share a smile — the first snow of the year! as you reach out a hand to catch a snowflake, your husband suddenly whispers fondly, “hun, can I have this dance?” he looks picturesque, straight from the fairytale books you used to read as a child — blond hair blowing softly in the wind, tips of his ears skin flushed and complete with a slight smile you will always find charming. you laugh softly and take his outstretched mittened hand, the other one placed on his shoulder as he delicately holds your waist. you both sway to the music, surrounded by a winter wonderland all of your own.

⋆｡°✩ reblogs are appreciated! happy holidays ♡

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dating nanami kento means that sometimes he texts you after working overtime, checks in to see if you are up to hanging out for a bit. it catches you off guard because you’re never put together enough to greet him. you still prefer him seeing you after hours of working on effortless radiance but your heart can’t resist turning him away.

your worries dwindle when he shows up disheveled and tired, with his tie loose around his neck and his jacket hanging over his elbow. exhaustion weighs heavy on his face, crescents forming underneath his eyes as a reminder of the lateness of the hour but there’s a softness when he looks at you and a tiny smile lights up his face like he’s been kissed by the rising sun.

it’s breathtaking really - that expression of his that channels his handsome features and transcends everything else around you.

he wants you on his lap so your snuggled close, so you have the freedom to play with his hair while he rests his head back on the sofa. he touches your thigh, brushing his feather light fingers back and forth while you gently massage his scalp. this is when he’s vulnerable - when he’s open to communication about the things he bottles up. his voice is beautiful when he speaks, when he expresses his inner thoughts without any concerns. he occasionally squeezes your waist for reassurance, and you eventually rest your cheek on his strong shoulder while drawing circles on his chest to just listen for the most part.

gentle flames burn between the valves of your beating heart knowing that he trusts you so deeply, knowing that the words you share in the presence of the waxing and waning moon is what you hold most sacred, and you close your eyes for just a second to secretly whisper to the stars: I’m in love with him.

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Nanami makes the best hot chocolate. He boils milk over the stove, uses good quality cocoa powder, breaks your favorite chocolate bar into it, then whisks it until it's super smooth, adding a dash of cinnamon and a splash of vanilla at the end. He takes his time making it, knowing that it's one of your favorite drinks to consume this time of year.

He pours it into your favorite mug with a dollop of fresh whipped cream. With both his and yours in his grasp, he walks carefully to the couch, setting it down on the coffee table before taking his seat beside you underneath the blanket. You beam at him, wrapping your chilly hands around the ceramic, indulging in the delightful heat. You toast each other before taking a sip, both of you giggling at the other for the frothy mustaches on your upper lips. He licks his off while he wipes yours away with his thumb, eyes crinkling at the adorable sight of you.

"Are you still cold?" he asks, snuggling closer to you, his radiant warmth instantly comforting you.

You rest your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes, enjoying the moment. "Not anymore."

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I'm thinking about ex husband, current friend Bakugo, who you've come to terms with losing. you're okay with him dating, you're dating too, but you can't deny the twinge of hurt you feel when he brings her to a friend's gathering and pats her back like he used to do with you.

and you almost walk away okay. you almost don't get hurt.

and then she talks about how they've been considering a having baby. a baby. the thing you fought over for all those months.

and you feel yourself break.

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Surprising nanami with a loaf of his favourite bread from his favorite bakery and presenting it to him with a bright, cheeky grin. When he asks what the occasion is, your grin somehow widens as you proudly tell him ‘I got it because I loaf you.’

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"Malaysia... That's right, Malaysia. I should go to Kuantan. I'll build a house on an empty beach. The books I have bought but never read has piled up like a mountain. I want to read them slowly, as if I'm retrieving the lost time."

呪術廻戦 S2 Ep. 18: Right and Wrong

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Nanami owning a “husband of the year” mug is all that’s been eating away at my brain.

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Haitani Ran.. you're such a prince Naveen 🐸

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"Need a light?"

Pose reference (without the cig) is from Taemin's key choreography of his music "Guilty". It was so beautiful i wanted to recreate it.

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things that atsumu miya does that is so “in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman” coded:

stands behind you when you’re wearing short dresses/a short bodycon dress so that way if it ever rides up, no way gets a single glimpse of you adjusting it. he’s great at fixing it casually, too; if you just got up from your seat, he won’t even blink or lose focus of his current conversation. all you have to do is subtly lean against his chest, and his hands instinctively run across the material to adjust your dress for you.

every time you two go makeup shopping, he’s always there to lend a helping hand - literally. he leaves with his wrists smelling like a concoction of all the perfumes you tested on him & different glosses, foundations, and lip liners are swatched on every free space of his arms and hands.

dressed up in pink with you to go to the barbie movie.

doesn’t react at insane prices. one time, a waiter joked that the wine you wanted to order was twice the listed price on the menu. when atsumu still placed down his card, the waiter was a bit surprised and said ‘sir, it was just a joke. were you really going to pay that?’ atsumu told him, ‘whatever she wants, she gets.’

there’s several paparazzi photos of atsumu running to a convenience store, candy and a box of pads/tampons in his arms. when asked about it, he shrugged it off. ‘why would i ever make her leave bed at that time when i can just take care of her?”

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to me gojo's theme song is daddy's home by usher, and I can see him bursting in the house with that fucking song on speaker and his stupid glasses serenading it to you LSGQJJQJQ

may i offer:

gojo bursts into the room playing daddy’s home by usher in an attempt to serenade you but he’s done this so many times before so just this once you tease him and look around all confused, and go “but where’s nanami?”

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gojo who tells everyone you had a fated meeting in a coffee shop when really he followed you for six blocks bcs he was working up the nerve to talk to you

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@honeybunny-sawamura they’re so cute!

senpai 🌸

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nanami strived to become the person he and haibara always needed

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ushijima is the type to do a big, life-changing romantic gesture and not even realize it's significance