#self indulgent

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[seraph-novak]

You liked him. And it looked very much like he liked you.

Good Omens | The Finale

[goldfishinaplasticbag]

a redraw for my own sake

[sugussugar]

boyfriend! satoru with a reader who struggles with an eating disorder and body image issues.

boyfriend! satoru who, before finding out, steals your food all the time. it's intended to be silly. “ooo, haha, we're sharing food that was supposed to just be for you!” is essentially what he thinks; he unintentionally stays ignorant to how he's the only one eating, how he's the one who finishes the whole plate of food, not both of you.

boyfriend! satoru who, before finding out, pokes your stomach a lot. it's mindless, like a habit. he doesn't notice how badly it affects your vision of yourself. he doesn't see how you stare at your naked body in the mirror and remember how he poked your stomach; “does he not like my body? is this his way of saying i look fat?” you think to yourself as tears bead up on your waterline.

boyfriend! satoru who finds out by pure accident. you were in the bedroom, on a phone call with a girl friend of yours, and somehow your eating disorder came up as a topic. you didn't think he'd hear, he was all the way in the living room, after all. but what you didn't know was that he'd started to miss your presence and went to your shared bedroom to relieve the ache, only to hear what you and your friend were talking about.

boyfriend! satoru who starts picking up on all the signs he neglected to notice before, such as you never wearing certain clothes he bought you if you deemed it ‘too revealing’, your stomach growling at the most random of times, when you would poke at your own stomach and frown, how you'd always hug a pillow to your stomach when you're sitting in bed or on the couch, eating slowly, never scolding him for stealing your food, skipping meals by ‘accident’, always ‘not hungry’, ect.

boyfriend! satoru who feels so ashamed for not noticing beforehand, because how could he not? the signs were there, he just wasn't looking hard enough.

boyfriend! satoru who has no clue how to bring it up after that. because, realistically, how would he? “hey, babe! the other day i heard you telling your friend about how you hate your body and have an eating disorder, wanna unpack that?” no, that sounds intrusive and insensitive.

boyfriend! satoru who, instead, tries to do little acts to try and get you to like your body without directly bringing it up.

boyfriend! satoru who litters little kisses all over your tummy right before bed. it turns into a nightly routine.

boyfriend! satoru who rubs your stomach whenever he's spooning you from behind while kissing your shoulder every now and then.

boyfriend! satoru who murmurs soft: “you're so pretty”'s, and “such a beautiful body”'s every time the two are laying in bed together.

boyfriend! satoru who stops stealing your food.

boyfriend! satoru who starts cooking homemade meals for you. he makes a mental list of all your favorite foods alongside a list of foods your friends have said you liked and gets to work. he knows you're more likely to eat it if you know he made it, rather than if it's just an instant can of nothingness like normally.

boyfriend! satoru who watches your plate whenever the two of you eat together. it isn't an intense stare, just looking down at it every now and then, smiling a little whenever he sees you actually eating.

boyfriend! satoru who realizes it's working when all the tiny things you used to do stop happening. you eat at a regular pace now, you slap his hand when he steals your food, you tell him when you're hungry, you eat three meals a day, you wear all the clothes he buys you, you stop hiding your stomach, you're happier.

boyfriend! satoru who is ecstatic to have you feeling happy with yourself again. he thinks you're so pretty, you deserve to feel that way just as much as he does.

[unmonn]

i saw him first!! (when movie night goes wrong)

[bl4ckprincess]

husband!nanami headcannons

husband!nanami x reader

contains: FLUFF, FLUFF, FLUFFYY, sexy husband nanami

husband!nanami who carefully threads his fingers through yours the moment a crowd forms, like his body chooses you before his mind even catches up.

husband!nanami who wakes before the sun just to brew your coffee exactly the way you prefer, quietly setting it beside you so it's the first comfort you feel.

husband!nanami who steps through the door, loosens his tie with a sigh, and immediately scans the room for you—his real sense of home.

husband!nanami who notices your favorite snacks running low long before you do, and restocks them without saying a word.

husband!nanami who insists he doesn't want a pet, then ends up carrying the cat around like its royalty

husband!nanami who reads beside you in quiet companionship, believing that sharing silence with you is its own kind of peace.

husband!nanami who leans down every morning to press a soft kiss to your forehead before leaving for work, no matter how rushed he is.

husband!nanami who rests a steady hand on your thigh while driving, a silent reminder that he's right there with you.

husband!nanami who quietly murmurs "text me when you arrive" every time you head out, not out of worry—out of love.

husband!nanami who can read your exhaustion the moment he sees you, even before you speak a single word.

husband!nanami who pulls you into his chest without hesitation on the days everything feels heavy, holding you until your breathing steadies.

husband!nanami who learns your habits so well that he starts doing small tasks for you before you even think to ask.

husband!nanami who may intimidate everyone else, but with you, he is impossibly gentle—soft hands, soft voice, soft heart.

[nikolais-baby-daddy]

Nikolai never shut up about his wife.

Price had heard it over comms more times than he could count, my wife says, my woman hates when I’m late, I’ll ask the wife if she’s free this weekend. Ghost had assumed it was an elaborate bit, Soap swore she had to be terrifying, and Gaz was convinced she didn’t exist at all.

So when Nikolai finally invited them out to his place, some sprawling, well-hidden cabin tucked deep into the Russian countryside, the Task Force arrived prepared for anything.

Anything except this.

The door opened, and the first thing Ghost clocked was height. The second was sheer mass. The man standing there was taller than Ghost himself, broad-shouldered, thick through the chest and arms like he’d been carved out of concrete and stubbornness. A faint scar, hair pulled back, sleeves rolled to reveal forearms that looked more suited to snapping rifles than pouring tea.

He blinked at them once, slow and unimpressed.

“…Can I help you?”

Soap’s mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. “Uh...hi?”

Behind him, Nikolai’s voice carried from the kitchen, warm and familiar. “Lyubimyy? Who is it?”

The man snorted, stepping aside. “Your boys.”

Nikolai appeared a moment later, dish towel over his shoulder, smiling like the cat that ate the canary. His arm slid easily around the man’s waist, pulling him close without hesitation. “Ah. Finally. You meet my wife.”

Price coughed. Hard.

Ghost stared.

Gaz very helpfully said, “Sir, that’s a bloke.”