REI! °.☆•`~ . she/her . pan 🐙🐠🐟 . demon slayer . attack on titan . danganronpa v3 . project sekai . sweeney todd . hadestown . future broadway star >:p . hange's actual wife
☆ i'll probably post once every blue moon so be warned. i also hyperfixate at one fandom at a time so be warned. also i suck at writing so be warned. (guess why my username is @reicantwrite)
☆a/n: YAY FIRST AOT POST 🙌🙌 small drabble to get back into writing! HONESTLY methinks postings are gonna stay pretty slow for now, but hey at least ive got more source material i can write for 💔
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He had stumbled through the door of your shared quarters, carrying the scent of booze and sweat into the room, before catching himself on the counter ribs first with an “umph”. Throwing his coat towards the general direction of the laundry basket, Jean gives himself a second to swear under his breath.
“Should’ve asked Connie to hold me back…” He sighs, before flicking on the lights — only to be greeted by the sight of you standing in front of him, arms crossed and face plastered with a frown. He jumped with a yelp and his voice cracked, like a teenage boy in puberty.
“Jean Kirstein.” You called sternly. Your eyes quickly scanned him up and down, observing his disheveled state. A curt sigh lets out from your nose.
“—(name).” Jean cleared his throat.
“You’re home late.”
“I told you I’d be home at 1!”
“Jean, do you know what time it is?” You drag a hand down your face.
You can see the calculations happening in the back of his head, cultivating a response that wouldn’t get you mad.
“...No?...” Jean shrinks in his spot.
“It’s almost 4 in the morning!” You exclaim, throwing your hands in the air. “And wh- God, look at the state of you!” You motion broadly to him, fists wrapped with gauze and cheeks decorated with plasters.
You began pacing, which was Jean’s sign to shut up, sit on the couch, and take the next earful like a man.
“Just because you’re part of the Scout Regiment doesn’t mean I don’t worry for your safety, you know?” You started, “Especially because you become the world’s biggest idiot with a skull thicker than Wall Maria after a few drinks.”
“Don’t you remember when you almost broke your nose fighting with Floch that one night? I was the one that had to stop you two! I kept trying to tell you it wasn’t worth throwing hands for, but guess who didn’t listen to me and came home with a black eye?”
Jean sat with his shoulders hiked to his ears, like a child in time out, eyes swerving left and right as they followed your frenzied strides.
“And now–” You groan in frustration before walking to the cabinet. You dig through the contents and reach for the bottle of antiseptic, cotton buds, and a roll of bandage.
With big steps, you walk towards him and lift his bandaged hand. “And now you come home like this! How am I not supposed to be worried?” You scold, shaking his wrist as you spoke. “Why did you decide to act up this time?—”
“—They were talking shit about you, babe!” Jean rebutted in defense.
You opened your mouth to argue again, but then you froze at his reason.
“The scouts behind me kept saying they don’t know how I could have ever won you over,” He pulled his hand out of yours, “I thought they were only making fun of me so at first I couldn’t care less, but then they started bringing your name in the conversation and saying all kinds of really mean things…” Jean’s eyes flashed with sadness for just a blink.
“And then I was like ‘how dare you talk about my girl like that!’ and they were all like ‘yeah, I said what I said!’ and their stupid punchable faces just looked so punchable and stupid, and things went bam! and pow! and psh! and–”
Jean closes his mouth when he realizes he’d been trailing on. “...and I guess we all had too much to drink tonight.”
You stood there conflicted, processing what he said. While your anger betrayed all chances of endearment showing through, you couldn’t help but feel touched to hear that he defended your name even when you weren’t there. You slowly crouch in front of him, taking his hand again and unwrapping the dirty gauze.
“You’re lucky that I don’t wanna wake the rest of the building up, or I’d be scolding your ear off until the sun rises.” You mumble, which — with a new softness in your tone — he knows translates to "I shouldn't have raised my voice like that on you". Pouring the antiseptic onto the cotton bud, you clean off his injuries with a light hand.
Jean watches you wrap his nicked knuckles with clean bandage, when he notices the tip of your ears burning pink.
“So does that mean you’re not mad at me anymore, babe?” He asks enthusiastically.
“Don’t try your luck.” You grit, pulling the wrap a bit too tight. Jean croaks in surrender, head hanging. He looks up at you through his lashes to see a tiny smile slip through, and he chuckles to himself cheekily.
It's truly these little moments where you hate them that you just can't help but to find yourself loving him even more.
Your husband can’t stand another second away from you after he returns from a gruelling mission, but he still has his priorities set straight.
CW: stupid kyojuro
a/n: no sorry I’VE been craving oyakodon too much to the point that i gotta write about it 😢😢 oh and gn!reader is implied btw
Word count: 1.1k
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Eggs, chicken, spring onion, dashi, soy sauce, mirin. To others they’re just ingredients, but to Kyojuro they’re the key components of his after-mission ritual. His favorite part of being married to you is obviously the fact that he gets to spend the rest of his days next to you, but being able to down 4 bowls of oyakodon after slaughtering a pack of demons comes close second.
“You should open a stall! I’ll be your first regular!” was something you’d hear every time he came back home. You’d always joke back. “I wouldn’t be gaining anything from that, your money is mine as well, you know?”
Usually his missions would span around a week or two, and you best believe he sends letters every other day. But this time… this time something was up. It’s been two months, you’ve sent at least 6 letters, and you’re getting no response back. The last update you’ve got from him was ages ago. You worried for the worst, how could you not?
But knowing how he’d react if he found out you were freaking out about him, you decided instead to keep faith in him and go on with the rest of your days until you received another letter. Weeks passed.
The November moon shone gloriously, shedding its glimmering beauty unto the flower buds below. Unfortunately for Kyojuro, it was hard to focus on that when his muscles were just about to detach from his bones, the fatigue kneaded into his very flesh.
Yet, his feet kept marching on. Just a bit more, just a few more meters, and then he can fall apart. That’s what he’s been saying to himself the last few meters, and the few before that, and the few before that as well.
With a close-to-trembling hand, he leans his weight against the front door as he slides it open. He didn’t even bother to take his cape off, the smell of sweet rice on the counter taking over his senses, and the sound of dishes clattering further confirming your presence.
Lucky for him, you missed him just enough to coincidentally make his favorite meal for dinner. Every inch closer he gets to the kitchen gives him the strength to not collapse right there as he takes weak strides towards his reason for coming back.
On the other hand, you — by the stove in all your unawareness — were too far in-the-zone. You were having a blast trying to improve your recipe, and perhaps in the frenzy of overboiled dashi spilling over your floor and clothes, you couldn’t hear the front door open. Though, those familiar heavy footsteps were quite hard to ignore, and you recognized them as quickly as you burned yourself with dinner.
With a small gasp, you turn around, ladle still in hand. There he was, standing against the cabinet, and his wide eyes matched yours. You had so many questions in mind; What made him disappear for so long? Was it an Upper Rank? Did he even receive the letters you sent?
“Kyo-”
That was all you managed to say, before your husband practically sprinted towards you, his lips crashing into yours and his arms using up the rest of his strength to wrap around you. Kyojuro’s fingers tangled into your hair while his free hand pulled you against him by your waist. And you best believe his kiss was anything but gentle. It’s raw. It’s shattering. It’s weeks of frustration, fatigue, and yearning compressed into a single insufficient moment.
Instinctually, your hands flung up in surrender. Couldn’t he at least have spared some time for a hello? He only pulled away for air, but even then he buried his face into the crook of your neck. You could feel his eyes tighten shut against your skin, while his embrace doesn’t loosen one bit.
“Kyo! Are- are you okay?” You immediately hug him back, helping to take off his cape.
He takes a shaky breath. Without warning, his legs seemed to give up on him and he fell to his knees. You let out a yelp of shock and followed him to the ground.
His forehead rested on your shoulder, paying no mind to the broth staining it, as his hands fell to hold your waist. Without another word, you cradle his head gently with one hand, pulling him further into your loving embrace.
You look down at him as he loosely throws his arms around you and leans his weight against your shoulder. You’ve never seen him fall apart like this before. Just how much torture has he gone through the past few months?
Letting his body finally give out, curling up in his beloved’s arms, Kyojuro felt an immense weight being lifted off his chest. He’s been holding up way too long, and the little cracks in his stout display finally started to chip away at him.
In small chokes, tears of relief threatened to spill out, burning his eyes, before his hands grasped at your back. His embrace was desperate, like you would float away if he didn’t keep you on the ground. You stiffen slightly at feeling your shoulder dampen.
Immediately, your hands move to hold his face, cupping his face and making him look into your eyes. A tear trailed down his cheek, you wiped it away with the back of your knuckles. Your touch trailed down his face, lining his jaw gently.
“I.. I want…” Kyojuro sniffled as he tried to regain his composure. His gaze remained unwavering.
You nod intently, holding him dearly and staring back into his gaze with equal yearning. “Yes, yes... you want?”
“...I want oyakodon.”
You’re left blinking for a beat. He said it so softly, like it was the most important thing in the world. You were genuinely expecting some sort of romantic gesture or line to come out of him with the way he was acting, before you burst into laughter. Such sweet laughter that made Kyojuro twitch a tired smile.
Shaking your head, you pull him closer to press a kiss upon his forehead. “Of course, of course… what else was I supposed to expect…” You say with a fake annoyed tone, though your lips were threatening a beaming grin.
With haste, he rushed over to the table, not bothering to take a shower or even change out of his uniform. What a glutton… but at least a charming one at that.
Which spots do the kamaboko trio prefer to give and receive kisses?
CW: CRINGE 🥀🥀🥀, might be a bit ooc(?) but i hope not
a/n: i feel like in every kmbk post you can tell which one of the three i prefer writing for that day LMFAOOO
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Tanjiro
Giving: Cheek
I think when Tanjiro started to get more physically affectionate in your relationship, he was very hesitant in everything he did. He just didn’t want to freak you out! Everything seemed dangerous. Kissing your hand didn’t satisfy him, and your lips were out of the question, so the safest place he could give you a smooch was your cheek.
After a while, that just became his go-to spot. He’d give your cheek a little peck when you two meet in between training sessions, or when the both of you are sitting on the terrace, basking in the moonlight, and his lips can’t put into words how much he cherishes you being by his side.
Receiving: Lips
He just loves the feeling of your arms draping around his neck as he wraps his own around your waist, having your body pressed against his as the two of you share a loving kiss. Though he prefers longer, proper kisses, he won’t reject a peck once in a while.
Like the time he was in a rush to set out for a mission, and you helped him pack some food and rags last minute. Caught in the moment,Tanjiro had already run out the door with no intention of looking back, but he remembered he hadn’t gotten his absolutely mandatory goodbye kiss yet! With a small gasp and a guilty little grin, he dashes back to you to give you a chaste little smooch — though not short of love — then turns back to his crow and sprints ahead. “Take care of yourself!” He shouts from afar, as you stand waving goodbye with your cheeks pink and your heart full.
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Zenitsu
Giving: Neck
And no, there’s no raunchy motive in it. It’s just the best spot to kiss out of convenience. Dating Zenitsu should come with a contract, so you can at least see what you have to deal with before agreeing with it. The purpose in this being so you’ll know how many hours this boy can cuddle. And before you ask, I’ll answer; it’s a lot. He likes to be the one getting held, so he’ll often find his face back in the same crook of your neck. It’s just comfy there, and it gives him a large canvas to decorate with kisses.
Zenitsu loves giving neck kisses because first, hearing you giggle from his hair tickling your face is very literally a symphony for his ears. Second, he’d do anything just to feel your skin against his, God knows how touch starved this guy is. Third, you smell good (yes you do).
Receiving: Forehead
He likes it for the same reason. Dude this guy just loves to be pampered and you just love to spoil him. He loves any and every kiss you have to give him, but having you hold his face and nod up to lay a kiss on his forehead puts him at the perfect level to then rock forward and pepper kisses up and down your neck. Practical!
It’s the easiest place your lips can reach when he’s laying on top of you as well, while he’s wrapped in the blankets and your arms. Zenitsu especially loves when you continue by stroking his hair and cradling his head closer to the crook of your neck, he actually melts against you when you do that. Forehead kisses make him feel cared for. Appreciated. (And it makes up for the childhood comfort he never received HI WHO SAID THAT? THE WIND IS STRONG TODAY?)
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Inosuke
Giving: Lips
If you know anything about Inosuke, it’s that he’s as feral as a cat dropped in a pool. He’s got enough energy pent up inside him to wrestle an elephant or… do whatever the king of the mountains is supposed to do. So he would definitely love indulging in an intense makeout, one where he can hold you tight and pour out all the love and care he has stored for you.
But if we’re being honest here, it comes off more like him trying to eat your mouth off. At first, he surely thought that kissing was some sort of dominance-winning ritual or something, which is why the first time you two shared a kiss, you had to scold him for trying to bite off your lower lip (you still have the scar to prove it).
Receiving: Face
No one would’ve expected that someone like him would get so worked up over getting attacked by a flurry of kisses. The gentle action is a total contrast with his eccentric energetic personality, which is why it just works. Inosuke would become putty in your hands if you hold his cheeks and trail loving smooches everywhere. It gets his ego up, having you praise his pretty handsome face.
Though he especially loves it when you kiss the tip of his nose, he giggles hysterically when you do. He doesn’t know exactly why it gets him so giddy; all he knows is that it tickles his tummy along with his skin, and he likes that fuzzy feeling!
i swore to myself that i would crank out one last post tonight before i go on a break but i got caught up with last minute packing and a cv i had to submit so i ran out of energy and time </3
i'll be gone for a week to focus on a competition guys so go touch some grass or something!!! this break WILL be beneficial for both parties 😍😍🙌🙌!!!
What made the kamaboko trio fall in love with fem!reader? What made them realize they did?
CW: none, pure fluff
a/n: i ordered the wrong flavour of pizza today but it was still yummy ok and i ate it
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Tanjiro
Your heart.
One thing about Tanjiro is that he’s someone who is very in touch with his feelings, and he holds his values of treating others how he wants to be treated. He's a true empath. Not to mention how he always tries to see the best in others, I mean my guy literally prays for the demons he slaughters. Growing up as the oldest of five is probably a big reason he is the way he is. I also feel like because he always thinks so highly of everyone he mixes up those feelings for his feelings for you, and when he realized he fell for you it was a whole “Oh. Oh.” moment for him.
So when you’re sitting in the garden, back against a tree and lap full of Nezuko’s silky hair, his heart aches in adoration for you, but in a different way than it does for other people. Sure, you always go out of your way to give every stray cat you pass at least one loving stroke before you let them continue strutting on, and on days you’re not on a mission you make time to play with and take care of your Kasugai crow, but watching you braid and play with his sister’s hair with utmost care like she was your own sister was what made him realize just how kind your soul really is. He thought the golden sky dancing against your radiant skin made you look pretty, but your heart was what made you beautiful.
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Zenitsu
Your eyes.
And no, not because he could stare into them mindlessly for hours on end, or because of how they glistened with enthusiasm like fairy lights in a rampant festival, but because of how they seemed to pay extra attention to him, and him only. Perhaps a result of his past, Zenitsu never saw himself as someone desirable, and he even admits openly how he hates lots of aspects of himself. So he couldn’t even start to fathom why your eyes welcomed him with such gentleness. You seemed to acknowledge his presence without him needing to ask.
He gushes about every new girl he meets, that’s not a surprise, but the fondness he feels for you isn’t something he can brush away as easily. The difference? You saw him. Like, really saw him. Not for the odd, cowardly character others make of him, but the funny, loyal boy he truly is. You’d flash him a friendly smile across the dining room, or you’d choose to go against him during training, or maybe you’d throw a light joke when the two of you are lying injured in the same ward. No matter how crowded a room may be, your eyes would always catch his. These small interactions might seem like a trivial thing to you, but it means so much more to him; it reminds him that he's actually wanted, at least by you.
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Inosuke
Your smile.
If Inosuke could be any denser he’d be made of concrete. Don't blame him, growing up in the forest alongside a family of boars doesn’t exactly leave room open for learning about romance, so when you gave him the first butterflies in his stomach, he thought of it as a threat. Honestly I don’t even know what else I have to say this guy has NO idea how falling in love works and you gotta teach him along the way. I feel like he would be the only one oblivious to his own feelings when everyone can clearly see how smitten he is for you.
Your smile is truly what made him fall for you. Yes, it does make a room just that much brighter, but he treasured it for the memories associated with them. Every time you two sparred, and you could feel yourself rising to a slight advantage against him, that cheeky grin of yours would spread across your face. And every time he got scolded by Shinobu or the other butterfly girls, you couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. Oh, how it infuriated him! He was absolutely convinced he hated you. I mean, only a true nemesis could anger him to the point his cheeks burned red and his stomach fluttered nauseatingly, right? When he confronted you about the weird feelings you made him feel, you just blinked at him blankly, before laughing right in his face at the sweetest realization. That of course infuriated him even further, could you drop the smiling for one second? Maybe one day he’ll understand…
How would the kamaboko trio react to gn!reader taking care of them while they're sick?
CW: none, reader is referred to as (name) bc i hate y/n <3
a/n: first post! oh my gatos! short because im literally packing for a competition as i'm writing this </3
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Tanjiro
He’s usually the one taking care of others, so while he very much appreciates the thought of you taking care of him, it would feel a bit foreign to him at first
Of course that doesn’t stop him from letting you mom him around
The first time he got sick and had you take care of him, he couldn’t help but be flustered at how attentive you are to him, how you’d go out of your way just to make sure that he was okay.
THE POOR GUY NEEDS HIS REST OMD TAKE A BREAK
He’ll let you nag him all you want, but he’ll always have a “you don’t have to take care of me” up his sleeve to counter you
He might even flinch awake if you tend to him while he sleeps since his nose is stuffy and he can’t smell you walk into the room lol
“It’s really just a passing fever, (name)...” The red-haired boy dismissed with a hoarse voice. He forced himself to sit up as you adjusted the pillows behind him, tucking him in like the cold would eat him away if you didn’t.
“I still don’t like seeing you like this.” You ignored his stubbornness, motioning him to scooch aside and sitting next to him. Feeling the heat radiate off his skin, you take the old cloth on his forehead and dip it into the tub of water next to his bed.
Tanjiro pouted. On one hand, he didn’t want to burden you to have to attend to him. On the other hand, it was adorable how you seemed to enjoy pampering him, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it at least a bit. “I’m fine, I mean it,” He whispered with a smile. “And besides, I don’t want you getting sick because of me.”
All you could do was shake your head and laugh. You knew no matter what you said or what you did, he’d continue to be like this. But you loved that about him.
“Just shut up and go to sleep, will you?" You joke lightly, wringing the cloth and laying it atop his forehead, but not before your cool lips pressed a gentle kiss between his eyebrows.
Thanks to the effect of his medicine, or maybe thanks to the comfort you brought him, it didn’t take long for his eyes to flutter shut and his head to loll against your shoulder. Tanjiro couldn’t help but to cuddle up to your side, it was just second nature at this point. “You’re too good to me…”
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Zenitsu
OH MY DAYS he’s SO whiny for you
And he’s so clingy on a daily basis you thought there was no way he could get any clingier
Well just so you know you’re WRONG
Convinced he’d only be able to fall asleep peacefully if you were holding him snuggly the whole night like his happiness is so dependent on you IN GENERAL
But in a way his need for your affection is so endearing y’know? No? Just me? Okay
SCREAMS BTW. DOESN’T MATTER IF HIS THROAT FEELS LIKE CHEESE GRATERS.
Good luck trying to feed him his medicine
You tried to make sure the plates didn’t clatter loudly, but there was no point in trying to visit him unnoticed, he heard you walking to his room anyway.
“(name)-CHAANNN!!! I’m literally DYING!!” Zenitsu’s cries rang through the halls as soon as you opened the door. He gripped at his blanket and pulled his knees up to his chest.
“No you’re LITERALLY not!!” You shout over his cries of neediness, the food on your tray almost toppling as you jumped in shock at the volume he could even muster with a sore throat.
The boy squirmed in his bed, trying to show his impatience for your presence. He sobbed and put on a whole show for you.
“You left me for an eternity!”
“I visited you this morning!”
“And morning was a whole eternity ago, you were consciously subjecting me to TORTURE!! Do you even love me anymore? Did you know time passes differently when you’re sick?”
Hearing such stupid claims was something one had to get used to when dating Zenitsu, but you thought it even stupider to expect him to not keep surprising you. Somehow he had the ability to make up something even more bizarre to say every time just to stand his ground.
“Well, I’m here now,” You said to attempt to stop him from screaming. Honestly, it’s impressive how he hasn’t absolutely ripped his vocal chords in half at this point. “And I brought you extra senbei and castellas from the kitchens, so I don’t wanna see you down again, okay?”
And with just a few nectar-sweet words, his whole mood did a 180. “Heehee!! I guess you do still love me if you did all of this for me!!!” He gushed stupidly as he attacked you with a flurry of cheek kisses. You responded the same way you usually do; you rolled your eyes, let out a big sigh, and wondered to yourself why you absolutely enjoy every moment of this.
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Inosuke
Okay honestly he’s also really difficult to get to drink medicine
The only wya to get him to do anything is to sweetly persuade him into doing it or brutally forcing him to
He’s actually just a toddler guys holy cow
Even whinier than Zenitsu but this time in repentance to your care
SO MUCH ENERGYYY
^^ He’ll absolutely push his health until his mouth is literally foaming and his head is so light he can’t stand straight, and only THEN will he even consider just SITTING DOWN
Would constantly think every medicine you give him is poison, especially if it has a sleeping effect on him
The sun had finally set over the mountains, the golden light peeking softly through the windows of the estate. Birds chirped songfully and the wind felt crisp and light. Your day was going perfectly calmly, until you remembered you had to tend to your most stubborn patient…
“YOU’LL HAVE TO FORCE THAT DOWN MY THROAT IF YOU WANT ME TO DRINK THAT!” The boar boy shouted as he stared at the cap of bitter syrup with a hatred like it had just killed his whole family.
“You have to drink your medicine, Inosuke! That’s an order!” You say sternly, feeling as if you’re trying to domesticate a wild animal.
He jumped out of the blankets, getting into a wonky fighting stance. “HOW DO I KNOW YOU’RE NOT TRYING TO POISON ME?!” He exclaimed, before swaying dizzily.
“Hey! Easy there…” You place the cap of medicine on the bedside table, holding his arm and forcing him to sit down. He sat grumpily, crossing his legs and arms like a pouty child.
“You can’t avoid taking this syrup, it’s the only way you’ll get better.” You coax with a gentle voice.
“Nonsense, I used nature’s medicine and now I’m in tip-top shape!” Inosuke replied while motioning to the few half-eaten wild mushrooms on the table.
“Actually, I think those are the whole reason you’re sick…”
“Sickness is for the weak! Not for the king of the mountains!”
A sigh was all you could let out. You knew the only way to get him to comply was either to coax him or trick him into it. “Inosuke…”
In quick thinking, you reach for his hand. It was much colder than you expected it to be. His breath hitched for a beat at your sudden touch. “I know you’re strong, but even kings get ill sometimes, you know?” You say softly, putting on a pleading expression.
“Show me how strong you are and survive taking your medicine, will you?” You grasped his hand with both of yours and lifted it to your lips for a brief kiss, which made him blush deeply under his mask. He grumbled stubbornly, how dare you make him feel such feelings? “Fine.. but just for you…”
