♡ husband!sanemi who cried like a baby on your wedding day.
♡ husband!sanemi who holds your hand in the marketplace and lets you tug him along to go see whatever it is you want to see — a new rug, a vase, a little trinket you’ve got absolutely no space or use for.
♡ husband!sanemi who hogs the covers at night and cheekily insists you have to cuddle up close with him if you want to get underneath them to get warm.
♡ husband!sanemi who lets you sleep in on your day off, wakes up early to do laundry and make breakfast and kiss you on the forehead when you finally wake up towards noon.
♡ husband!sanemi who sits next to you in pillar meetings, your pinkies linked on the wooden floor as the master speaks.
♡ husband!sanemi who keeps watch while you rest on a mission, vigilant and alert. nothing’s going to hurt you, not on his watch—even if he has to stay up all night.
♡ husband!sanemi who just grits his teeth and takes it while you beat his ass for being mean to genya, dragging him away by the ear as you berate him loud enough for the entire house to hear.
♡ husband!sanemi who doesn’t hold back on you in pillar training, knowing you can take it. he just wants to make sure you’re at your best. he can’t have you slacking off in the field, y’know?
♡ husband!sanemi who patches you up quietly by the fire at night after he’s beat your ass in training all day. his touch is gentle now, fingers ghosting over your bruises and wrapping bandages around your cuts. if it’s really bad, he’ll kiss you better.
♡ husband!sanemi who fights to get you on missions together so he can look out for you, but if he can’t, will kiss you good luck and tell you he loves you before you leave.
♡ husband!sanemi who waits at the door for you to come back, keeping dinner warm on the stove, and sprints across the lawn when he sees the outline of your form coming up the hill to the wind estate.
♡ husband!sanemi who keeps the letters you write him while you’re away in a box in the closet, and reads them when he misses you (he’ll die before admitting this much).
♡ husband!sanemi who, with your help, finally manages to begin mending his relationship with his younger brother. who stops, arms full of food, in the doorway when he sees you and genya sitting at the table together during dinner, laughing and eating. who is overwhelmed by the love he has for his little family, and who would fight with everything he has to protect it.
divider by @/saradika-graphics — sacchan….my sacchan….please. i am so very soft for him. anyways, i’ve been sitting on these for a while and decided to lock in and finish it. hope you like! love, - 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢
you’re lying in bed, staring at the ceiling and being lulled to sleep by the rhythmic clacking of L’s keyboard.
“you know what i wish?” you muse, watching the light coming off his computer brighten and darken as he flicks between screens.
“wishing is of little consequence,” he replies, almost automatically. “it won’t change the reality we live in.”
you ignore him. “ryuzaki, you want to know what i wish?”
he sighs, knowing you’ll persist anyway. “what do you wish, my love?”
“i wish that we were in a romance manga,” you tell him, clutching a pillow to your chest and letting your head hang off the side of the bed. “and you’d be just a detective and i’d be just me.”
he’s silent for a moment, taking in your words before he responds. “but i am a detective and you are you. where would this divulge from reality?”
“no one would die, because it’s a romance manga and it’s not that kind of story,” you say with a sigh. “the biggest mystery you’d be solving was how to ask me out and the only crime committed was how you’d stolen my heart—” he almost laughs at that part, “—and we could have a beach episode and montages of cute dates and a christmas special and—” you prattle on, excited merely over the prospect as you list off other fantasies.
ryuzaki listens as he works, used to this dreamy behavior from you (especially when you’re half asleep like this). your ramblings amuse him.
“i could take you to the beach,” he muses, eyes wandering in thought.
“hm?”
“watari owns several private islands,” he says, wheeling around in his chair to face you. “they’re used for different purposes, mostly as safe houses for emergencies. but i’m sure he wouldn’t mind us staying there on a long weekend.”
“are you being serious, ryuzaki?” you ask after a moment, clutching the edge of the mattress to keep yourself upright. your eyes are big and curious and hold a little ember of hope and giddiness.
“when am i not serious?” he mumbles in reply, clacking away on his keyboard but unable to hide a small smile.
you clap in delight, letting out a happy squeal. “oh my god! a private island retreat!”
“it’s nothing fancy,” he insists, turning back to his work, “so don’t go thinking this is some grand occasion.”
“ryuzaki, what about a private island isn’t fancy?!” you reply, clambering off the bed in a hurry. you whirl about the room, darting between the closet and nightstand and dresser. “i have to pack all my swimsuits and summer clothes and oh, my sandals! and my hats and sunglasses!”
“i didn’t say we were going now,” he chides, casting you an incredulous glance as he watches you flit about the room. your manic energy is endearing, if somewhat exasperating.
you straighten from where you’d been bent over the drawers, grinning and sweeping your hair from your eyes. “ah, you said a long weekend. there’s a holiday next week! if we leave in the next couple days, we can beat most of the travel congestion for the break.”
a small smile manages to overtake him at your spindle of logic. “so you’ve got it all worked out then?”
if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was teasing you
“yes,” you reply indignantly, “now get watari on the phone and tell him i said ‘pretty please with a cherry on top’.”
he huffs with a soft laugh, shaking his head. you aren’t demanding of much, but once you have your sights set on something there’s no stopping you. “very well, my love. i’ll call watari, but that ‘cherry on top’ you mentioned will be for me, accompanied by a significant amount of cake.”
“deal,” you grin, shooing at him to make the call.
slivers of sunlight peek through the window when you feel asra moving beside you.
you grumble sleepily, still unable to open your eyes even when you feel his warmth leave your side. “come baaack,” you whine, fumbling blindly for him with an outstretched arm. “‘s too earlyyyy.”
his soft chuckle is like music to your ears. his hand is warm when it finds yours, quieting your complaints as he gives your palm a gentle squeeze.
“i have to get going, honey. i’ll be back soon.”
you flop over, scowling at him over the blanket that comes up to your nose. “don’t goooo, stay w’meeee.”
as if to solidify your point, you squeeze his hand tighter, refusing to let him go. he gives you a soft tug but you don’t budge.
“i want to, you know i do,” he promises. “but i’ve got some errands to run. places to be, you know? so you stay cozy in bed, and i’ll be back before you know it.”
“you always say that and then disappear,” you huff, lip pushing out in a pout. “can’t you stay? just this once?”
he can’t help the soft, almost bittersweet smile that overtakes him. “i wish i could, it’s hard to say ‘no’ to those babydoll eyes,” he admits with a shrug, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.
“so don’t,” you insist with a pouty huff, balling your fingers in the smooth fabric of his shirt to keep him against you. he’s pliant under your hands. “stay. or take me with you, even! you always say you’ll let me come and you never do.”
he laughs softly at that. “how can i take you with me when i can’t even convince you to get out of bed?”
there’s a teasing lilt to his voice, but no bite behind his words.
“shut up!” you huff again, letting go of his hand as you burrow into the covers to escape his mischievous violet gaze. “fine, go then. doesn’t matter to me.”
asra hums, sinking back onto the bed to perch at your side. gentle fingers ghost over your face, pushing your messy hair back as he coos at you. “don’t be mad. i’ll be back soon, and i’ll make it up to you. i’ll even bring you back a little treat.”
you narrow your eyes suspiciously at him, but you don’t reject his touch. “you promise?”
“i promise,” he murmurs through a fond smile. he leans down for one last kiss before he’s breezing out the door, leaving you with just the scent of lavender, his cheeky smile, and the remnants of his warmth against you. but he’ll be back soon, you think as you settle back in to sleep a little longer. he’s never broken a promise before, after all.
dividers by @/anitalenia and @/saradika-graphics — throwing this into the void and seeing what happens. i miss him </3
think of me when you’re out, when you’re out there. i’ll beg you nice from my knees. and when the world treats you way too fairly, well it’s a shame i’m a dream
⤷ tomura shigaraki x civilian!reader
⤷ slight angst, comfort, brief mentions of blood/injury (vague, nondescriptive), established relationship, inspired by parmore’s “all i wanted”
it’s cold tonight, you think. your apartment is heated, and you’re under a mountain of blankets, but there’s a chill coming through your open window.
if tomura was here, he’d chide you for that.
any random psychopath could crawl through here, he’d tell you with a scowl. he might soften up, though, if you tell him that you’ve only left it open for him.
but tomura is not here, and it’s cold without his body next to yours.
he told you he’d be back. he’d promised.
still, you can’t help but worry. you never can, knowing he’s out there in the night fighting for his cause.
you know he’s a villain. he tries to spare you the gritty details of his work, not wanting to taint any of the precious time you spend together. he wants to protect you from that world, that side of him. you don’t ever hold this against him. you just take whatever time with him you can get.
the first time you met, you found him injured in the street and took him in like a stray cat. and like a stray cat, he was defensive and hostile at first, but something in you gaze, in your soft and yet stern voice telling him to “hold still” as you cleaned his wounds, made him do as you said. your kindness to a stranger—to a villain—had astounded him. you didn’t know who he was, but even when you found out months later, it didn’t change how you felt about him.
he stayed with you that night, bloody and broken. he’s stayed with you since. he comes and goes, of course, as his villainous agenda permits. but he always comes back to you, climbs through your window to crawl in bed with you. brushes the hair from your face and tells you that you look beautiful tonight, that you look beautiful every night.
you try for a long time, but sleep doesn’t come easy. you’re in and out of consciousness, tossing and turning and utterly unable to get comfortable. you startle when the door opens, sure you’re dreaming when you see tomura standing there in the warm, dim glow of the hallway.
you debate for a minute whether to get up and run to him, or if he’s even real or just a figure of your nighttime imagination, but he’s crossing the room with silent footsteps before you can reach any conclusion.
it feels like your forms meld together when he wraps you up in his arms. you can’t even form words, taking in deep breaths and listening to the sound of his racing heart.
it’s really him. tears begin to well up in your eyes, but you sniff and pull away to wipe your face before they can fall. now isn’t the time to cry. not with him here next to you.
“i missed you,” you say, speech muffled into his shirt. it seems like such an understatement. you don’t tell him that you stay up most nights, waiting for him. that you go about your day, wondering where he is and what he’s doing. that you watch the news and sit on the couch, biting your nails and hoping you won’t hear his name if that means he’s safe.
“missed you too,” he breathes, lips brushing your hair when he speaks. “y’ didn’t have to wait up.”
“couldn’t sleep,” you whisper back, leaning back on the bed when he finally releases you. tomura strips off his coat, toeing his shoes off and setting them down in the corner carefully.
“i wonder why,” he replies sarcastically, huffing out a bitter little laugh. “wouldn’t have anything to do with your evil villain boyfriend, would it?”
you recognize his deflection, the barely-disguised self-loathing in his voice. the hunch of his shoulders, the way he won’t face you. it’s not the first time, and it’s probably not the last. but it didn’t bother you then, and it won’t now either.
“you can’t scare me away, tomura.”
“you deserve better.”
he jerks a little under your touch when you come up behind him, arms snaking around his middle and cheek pressed up against his back. “what if i don’t want better? what if i want you?”
you feel him freeze at that, feel the muscles in his back contract under the thin fabric of his shirt as his body goes rigid.
if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he’d cry. but you do know better, and you know that same as you, he’s not going to cry here in front of you.
he’s breathless, reckless when he grabs your face to kiss you. you feel the light pressure of eight fingers on your cheeks. it’s such a risk for him to touch you like that, both of you know that. but you don’t care, neither does he if it means he can be as close to you as humanly possible.
his voice is somewhat choked when he finally manages to get words out. “i fucking love you. i don’t think i even know how to love, but i…you’re fucking everything to me.”
his words are rough, jagged around the edges, but spoken with such finality and genuineness that your heart jumps in your chest.
you kiss him again, slow this time, breathing in the same air every time your separate for a moment before going back in for another.
neither of you speak for a while, moving about in silence as you go to get back to bed.
you and tomura fit like puzzle pieces, settled under the covers in comfortable silence. you revel in the sound of his heartbeat, tracing light patterns up his arm as your breathing syncs.
“do you ever think about me when you’re away?”
his answer is immediate, like there’s no doubt in the world. “always.”
you smile into the dark, face buried in his shoulder and legs tangled up with his. your hearts beat in unison, falling into rhythm with the patter of rain against the window. these walls know no villains, nor heroes or civilians. it’s just you and tomura while the world storms on outside, oblivious to the two of you huddled away in the dark.
⤷ various kny x sick!reader (incl. giyuu, tengen, kyojuro, and sanemi)
જ⁀➴ ♡ giyuu is a little clueless, but can be quite helpful with some guidance!
he’s definitely freaking out at the beginning — you sneeze once and he thinks you’re dying. he’s running around in a mad panic trying to figure out what’s wrong with you and how he can help. it’s really not his fault, he doesn’t get sick much himself and when he does he just thugs it out until he’s better. he has no idea what to do for you and he’s really just worried about losing you (even to a common cold). you’ll have to walk him through what to do, but even if he’s somewhat clueless he’s obedient to a fault. whatever you need, as long as you can tell him, you’ve got. you’re always well taken care of with him <3
જ⁀➴ ♡ tengen will take any excuse to spoil you rotten!
even if all you’ve got is a stubborn cough, he’s insisting you stay in bed and promptly taking time off from the corps to take care of you. (you suspect maybe he just wants a little break, but if he’s waiting on you hand and foot who are you to complain?) he and the wives are working overtime making sure you’re comfortable, making you soup, keeping you entertained and the like. they’ll make sure someone’s always with you and that you’re not wanting for anything. i guarantee that it’ll be at least a week after you’re all better before they let you go back to work.
જ⁀➴ ♡ kyojuro is a terrific hashira, but he’s also an incredibly dutiful househusband!
he’s another one who’s taking time off to care for you. he’s an excellent cook, so he’s definitely spoiling you with all your favorite comfort foods while you’re sick. he applies the same level of dedication (maybe even more) that he has to his hashira duties to looking after you in your weakened state. he’s cooking, he’s cleaning, he is picking up your chores and any of your work he can do from home. he’s also consulting shinobu and the butterfly girls for anything he can do to help you get better sooner. he’s big on affection in general, but even moreso when you’re sick. you worry about passing your illness on to him, but he assures you his immune system can take it.
જ⁀➴ ♡ sanemi is going to have you feeling better in no time, even if he has to scare the illness out of you himself!
he has you on a strict rest and medicine regiment, ensuring your immune system has the nutrients it needs to fight off your virus. you’re sleeping a minimum nine hours, more if you can, and staying in bed unless directed otherwise. if your body can handle it, he’ll take you on short walks around the estate gardens for fresh air and exercise. he sends the dogs to keep you company on rare occasions that he can’t. no visitors are allowed to the wind estate while you’re sick — you’re staying home from work and he forbids you to even think about it! he won’t even let your friends in to see you until he’s sure you’re feeling better, but he will let them leave food as long as he can inspect it first.
dividers by @/anitalenia and @/saradika-graphics — i do not miss being sick at alllll but this might be the only good thing that came from it! hashira? wrong. househusbands. hope u like! <3
>> various aot x reader (sasha, mikasa, armin, levi, eren, and ymir)
waking up to the smell of sasha making breakfast in the morning, hugging her back while she hovers over the stove experimenting with some new recipe niccolo taught her. sitting on the counter and handing her spices and sneaking a kiss in where you can. laughing and chatting at the table as you eat and compliment her cooking.
mikasa coming back from her morning run to find you still asleep under the covers and planting a soft kiss on your forehead. blushing and apologizing for waking you when your eyes flutter open, but accepting the pouting lip invitation for a real kiss before insisting she needs to shower first but will cuddle with you as soon as she’s done.
armin picking you up from work for a lunch date in the afternoon. handing you the phone and letting you play a new song for him, tapping out the rhythm on the steering wheel with a little smile. giving you his analysis of the song over little sandwiches at his favorite cafe and sharing your drinks and comparing the difference in flavors.
evenings spent with levi, leaning over the back of the couch as he makes tea and you tell him about your day. he nods and asks the occasional question, humming at every response and scolding the fact that you drank coffee that morning. he brings you the tea and you ask about his day, him telling you some brief stories as you drink the steaming cup and dissolve in his arms.
taking a night drive with eren, feeling the wind whip your hair through the open window as he yells the lyrics to your favorite song that’s blasting on the radio. your favorite takeout is in boxes in the backseat and you’re on your way to the beach to eat on the pier in the moonlight.
having a movie night with ymir, cuddled up under a blanket in a tangle of limbs with unholy amounts of popcorn and candy. she complains about watching your favorite film for the millionth time, but you know she likes it anyway because she quotes every other line and insists you watch the sequel (though you both end up falling asleep on each other before the movie’s over anyway).
>> divider by @/agsthv
slowly getting back into it 😛 recovering from that fuckass midterm. have this while i work on the next chapter of eat your young and to the anon who requested bakugou for my event if u see this i promise im working on it!! love,
“‘toshi, i’m home!” you yell, baring your teeth back at your cat when he hisses at you. you scratch the stubborn thing behind the ears and he purrs contentedly, no longer hostile. “yeah, yeah, yeah.”
“living room,” he calls back in his soothing deep voice.
you follow the sound, padding into the living room where hitoshi is sprawled on the couch watching tv. your cat jumps into his lap and shinsou pats his head, smiling when he purrs contentedly.
the christmas tree bathes the dark room in several neon colors, washing hitoshi in a rainbow of light.
he smiles lazily up at you. “hey, honey. how was work?”
you grab the squirming cat and move him before collapsing on hitoshi’s chest yourself with a groan. “work was work. denki was out with a cold so mina and i had to work a double shift.”
he hums sympathetically, running his fingers through your hair. he presses a kiss on the top of your head. “left you some mongolian in the microwave.”
“hitoshi shinsou, you are my hero. i love you. you are-“
you’re cut off when the lights flicker a second, then go out completely and you’re left laying on shinsou’s chest in the completely dark room.
“shinsou?”
“yeah?”
“it’s dark.”
“i can see that. or rather, i can’t see anything.”
you laugh at his joke. you must be rubbing off on him.
you stumble around together in the dark for a while, looking for the candles you have stashed in one of the drawers. you make your way to the window, trying to avoid bumping into the tables.
“the whole block’s out,” you note, not a single light on the whole street below, aside from car headlights. “must be the snow.”
hitoshi appears behind you and you jump, startled by his sudden appearance. with his eye bags and the ghostly glow of the candle underneath his face, he looks pretty freaky. you giggle.
“you look like a ghost. a purple ghost.”
he smirks and pats your head like he would pet the cat. it makes you pout and further prompts his smirking.
you snatch the lighter out of his hand and go to light another candle on the table, aggressively trying to ignite the wick.
hitoshi shoots you a sideways glance. “should you really be in charge of lighting candles?”
“i’m grown,” you insist with a scowl.
“you’re an arsonist, that’s what you are. give it here.”
he takes the lighter from you despite your protesting. “go light up the kitchen so i can look for more candles.”
you cross your arms. “you’re no fun.”
he sighs. “i’ll let you shine the flashlight like a disco light.”
you beam immediately, the pout disappearing. “really?!”
he laughs at your enthusiasm. “yeah.”
you light a couple more candles, enough to illuminate the apartment. you gaze outside and sure enough, the apartments across the street have also lit candles and lanterns. the little specks of light are enough to take the place of the festive christmas lights for a little while. the sight makes you smile and you snatch shinsou’s hoodie from the couch and climb out onto the fire escape.
you don’t hear hitoshi come up behind you until he’s taking a seat beside you. “this where you got off to, baby?”
you nod, not taking your eyes off the view. he smiles softly at you, winding an arm around your shoulders and bringing you closer. you drop your head on his shoulder, still staring at the lights.
“it’s beautiful.”
>> dividers by @/anitalenia
somethin’ old i reworked, i was in the mood for winter fluff. procrastinating studying 🤞 stay warm, and feel free to leave a holiday request! love - 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢 🩷🩷
i think being in love with denki feels like summer.
like cherry popsicles and ice cream dripping down your hands. like the sun warming your face. like a cool breeze that moves your hair in the hot evenings. like the smell of chlorine and sunscreen that lingers even when you’re home from the pool. like songs from ten years ago that play on the radio that remind you of childhood. like the giddy feeling you get on the last day of school, knowing you’re free for the next few months. like the waves that lap at your feet at the beach. like the midnight texts you send, knowing you can sleep til noon the next day. like the delighted cry you make as you spike a beach ball over an invisible net. like the smell of fresh-cut grass in a sunny park. like running barefoot on the concrete sidewalk with chalk-covered hands. like a backseat lovers song. like an indie coming-of-age romance, like the kind of love a garage band sings about in a backyard show you go to, holding hands with denki like this summer’s never going to end.
