#ukyo x reader

[thequietkid-moonie]

⸺ Ukyo Kuonji

⚘ Being the most beautiful person in their S/O's eyes

⚘ Sealing your lips with mine

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[schdcha]

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A/N: Not beta read at all just needed to get this drabble out of my head because lord knows I don't have the energy to make this into a proper fic

WC: 463

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Need me a sick reader with Ukyo

And no, I don’t mean cute comfort where Ukyo takes care of you and it’s all sweet I MEAN DREAD STACKED UPON MORE LAYERS OF DREAD

I need it set during the Tsukasa Empire after the winter where you’ve fallen ill and even as the snow clears it’s getting worse

He’s hopeful at first that you’re strong enough to recover on your own

He’s doing his utmost to make sure you always have clean water, asking Yuzuriha to put extra care into your clothes and blankets so you’re warm, and finding time throughout the day when you’re coherent enough to talk to spend quality time

It keeps him up at night when he can hear your coughing

Because at some point you’re quarantined from everyone else leaving you alone

You insist you’re okay but you always linger in the back of his mind as he fulfills his duties

He’s your only true visitor as everyone else seems to be too scared to catch whatever illness you’ve acquired

It doesn’t help when you comfort him insisting you’re okay being alone in the hut but he can see how your isolation is wearing you down

“Ukyo.. Are you there?” Your breaths heavy and drawn as your throat feels drier than the Sahara yet thick coagulation of phlegm clinging inside. You barely have an opportunity to sit yourself up before light footsteps are rushing outside your tent and there he is.

“I’m here.” He’s relieved, gentle as he kneels and helps you lean into his side. If he’s acting this careful you must’ve been asleep for longer than usual. You don’t even have to ask as he helps you drink water. The liquid warm as the fuzziness radiates throughout your skin.

“Have you been reheating the water this entire time?” You tease beginning to laugh only to be silenced by a fit of coughs. It’s harsh and burns your lungs yet you try to downplay the pain for his own sake.

You don’t catch how Ukyo’s vision swirls as he watches you retch and wheeze, helpless as all he can do is rub your back and whisper sweet nothings in an attempt to ease your suffering

You aren’t getting better

You’re getting worse

You aren’t getting better and he’s wondering if he’s at fault for selfishly wanting you to join him in this new world for peace and mind

He’s biding his time trying to find any way he could spare you from your struggle until he puts together the pieces that the only way he can get help is through the enemy

Guys I just need an Ukyo down on his knees at Senku’s grave pleading for him to cure you as part of his terms and conditions

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[lovinglystupendousknight]

You Ask Them To Stop Coming Home Late

TW: Neglect of partner by male-Idk how to phrase it sorry...Also TW: Blood in Tsukasa's part since he's a fighter/boxer.

Word Count: 1.1k

Status: Long-term relationship, living together

Feat. Senku, Gen, Tsukasa, Ukyo, and Ryusui

Note: If anyone wants a part 2 of this, I'll write it...Just request in comments please!!! I can also do this with other fandoms, just request!!! Also this is set in an AU without petrification, and for Ukyo and Ryusui their jobs are corporate office jobs.....

Senku

You've been up hours waiting for your boyfriend, Senku Ishigami. A couple months ago Senku had a new project to work on. He had asked you if he could come home an hour later than usual, you said yes. Of course you didn't mind, you were just glad he asked.

But as time moved on an hour turned into two hours and two hours turned into him not being home until after 12:00 AM most days.

So here you are, fighting sleep, waiting for him to get home. Until you hear the door crack open at 12:43 AM. Senku walked in, eye bags under his eyes. Your heart ached as you watched him notice you were there.

His face was full of guilt. He instantly knew you had been waiting. "I...I'm sorry..." The confident Senku was apologizing. He had been so wrapped up in his experiment that he had been neglecting you.

He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't stop experimenting. "I...I should've been home.."

"Senku..." You whispered, stepping closer to him. "Please come home earlier...I miss eating dinner together."

"I know, I shouldn't have not come home." He paused...only for a moment. "I broke your trust, I'm sorry." He apologized again.

"It's okay, just come home earlier, and everything will be okay."

And then, the same Senku you had known for years said this, "Can we cuddle?"

"Yeah, of course."

Gen

Your boyfriend Gen is a mentalist. A celebrity. He has a lot of shows that he does.

Lately he's been extra busy. He hasn't paid any attention to. You were annoyed. You wanted to spend time with him. Of course you did. He always new how to make you smile and laugh.

When he finally got home he saw you. He looked at you and sat down next to you, "Why're you still up?" He boops your nose.

"Don't act like that, you know I'm mad."

"Yes. I do."

"Can you...just..."

Gen listens carefully, waiting for you to finish.

"Can you come home any sooner?"

He has pure remorse in his eyes. "I..I can." His voice breaks, strained.

"Then why don't you?"

"Because if I do I won't make as much money. I won't be able to charge as much for tickets, we won't have as much."

"Gen...I don't care about that, I care about our time together."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." You answered almost immediately.

Gen looks even more guilty.

"Come home earlier." You said without any room for argument.

"Yes, Ma'am/Sir/whatever you use...."

Tsukasa

Tsukasa had been spending extra time doing fights so his sister would be okay in the hospital. You didn't want to tell him to stop, he's just helping his sister, but you have to admit...You miss his attention.

So when you finally heard the door open you went to him shyly and hug him. "Tsukasa?"

"Yes?"

"I missed you."

"I missed you too."

This was not the first night you stayed up to 11:00 PM to see him. "Are you hungry?"

"Yes"

You take him to the kitchen and get some leftovers and heat them up. You hand the plate to him. "Thank you."

After he finishes eating you take him to the bathroom to shower the sweat and blood off of him. "Thank you." He says again.

"You're welcome, now get dressed, I'll be waiting."

"Okay"

When he gets dressed and goes to bed, he crawls in.

"Tsukasa?"

"Yes?"

"Do you mind coming home earlier?"

"But Mirai..."

Then he looked at your face..."I'm sorry, I'll come home earlier."

Ukyo

Ukyo had been working late at the office. He hadn't told you why, but you knew. He had been helping anyone he could find. You know he couldn't help it; he loved helping people. But you also loved being loved by him.

When the door finally opened at 12:32, you were sitting on the couch. You had been waiting, and he knew you had been. He comes closer and sits on the couch next to you. "I'm home." He spoke nervously.

"Welcome home." You responded, somewhat cold.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

"R...Really?" A pause, a flicker of worry across his eyes. "Why?"

"Well...I'll forgive you if you start coming home earlier."

"I will."

A moment of silence, then Ukyo leaned in and kissed you, something he hadn't done in a couple months.

"U...Ukyo..."

"Sorry, did you not want a kiss?"

"No, I did, I just wasn't expecting it, sorry."

"It's okay, now come here."

Ukyo picks you up into his arms and carries you to the bedroom, he lays you down on the bed. "I'm going to take a shower, once I'm done, I'll come back and we can cuddle, okay?"

"Yes, please..."

Ryusui

Ryusui is your boyfriend. You love him very much, and he loves you too. Ryusui has always desired you, and he used to always say it to you until you couldn't refuse anymore and accepted his love, he was the happiest man alive.

But now, as you watch the clock strike 9:00, you start cleaning up the cold food you didn't eat. You put it in food containers and then in the fridge, you went to the couch and sit. Even though you haven't eaten since lunch, you're not hungry.

You're disappointed. Disappointed in Ryusui. You had texted him earlier, you said, "[Whatever you call him], can we eat dinner together, I'm cooking."

He even responded, saying, "Of course, my love!"

In his defense you never specified a time, but that shouldn't matter. You said you wanted to have dinner, not a midnight snack.

A couple hours later you hear him. He finally got home, saw you, and ran over and kissed you. "Y/N!!"

When you didn't hug him back, he looked confused, "Aren't we having dinner together?"

"No." You glared at him. "It's past 11:00, Ryusui."

"I know...I'm sorry, my love."

"Why? Why would you stay that late if I texted you earlier if we could have dinner together."

"Something happened, I-"

"Too bad."

Ryusui looked hurt and you could see it, "Wait, I'm sorry." You apologized. "I'm just mad because you're never home, and I miss you."

Ryusui hugged you again, this time you hugged back. "I'm sorry, he whispered."

"Just come home earlier, please."

"I will, I promise." And you know Ryusui never jokes around with promises.

[bluestrawberriesinautumn]

Glimpse of me and you, oh you were a good dream.

[zenin10573]

In my pursuits to try writing about a new Drst character every day in a fic, I spun a wheel with the characters I could think of off the top of my head. That is why I am writing about Ukyo Saionji and his musician [reader.] I think Ukyo would be a big fan of classical music and classical instruments because of his good ears (I doubt he would like loud rock concerts). So, just imagine a reader who would spoil Ukyo when he returns home from a hard day with massages, dinner, music, the full treatment! (Trust this cinnamon roll deserves it >:D )

Ukyo opened the front door, absolutely exhausted. It had been quite a long week of staring a hole into those screens, and it had been quite the loud commute even when he tried using his earbuds. Now, all he wanted to do was see [reader.] But not only did he get this wish fulfilled, but he got the full relaxation package! His nose twitched. Was that the smell of bread?

“Welcome home, my beloved. I made your favorite.” She smiled sweetly, hanging up his bag and coat for him.

“Wow! Did you make all of this for us?” He was stunned. A delicious steak with bread and veggies was served on two plates for both of them.

“What’s the occasion?”

“I just want to spoil you tonight.” She doted on him, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek. This made him smile. Oh, how she loved that adorable simper smile.

After a delicious dinner, she treated him to a nice warm bath, which they shared. She scrubbed him clean and applied a face mask; he did the same for her. The water was soothing, and the steam relaxed the muscles after the long day. It was one of his favorite things to do with [reader.] The soap gave a sweet honey scent which filled the bathroom. It was quiet, yet fulfilling, the perfect break.

“Here, let me see your back.” She cooed.

He didn’t even question why. But as soon as her hands began massaging his shoulders, the experience was enhanced 100-fold. Now this had to be the perfect break. Her thumbs did a circular motion, digging into deep tissue with warmth that relaxed him. Her fingertips on her right hand were more calloused from plucking on her violin. It was one of the smaller details he always noted about her. After all, it was the hand he held most often.

After finishing the massages, taking off the face masks, hair routine, and exfoliating dead skin. They both dried off, changing into freshly washed warm pj’s she had prepared beforehand.

“Here you go,” she handed him his favorite tea as he cozied into bed with a book.

“Thank you.”

“It’s no problem, though you have to do something for me.”

He perked up.

“What can I do for you?”

She leaned close into his ear, giving a soft whisper.

“Use your awesome ears to listen to my violin.”

She then pressed yet another soft kiss to his cheek before preparing her violin. She really was spoiling him tonight; he was already feeling the perfect calm before bed. As she played, he read his book, enjoying the resonating vibrato she added to her melodies. Though he often got distracted from the novel, instead looking up at her. She had her eyes closed, absorbed into the pieces to which she devoted herself too, beautiful.

After what felt like an eternity of magnificent music, she put her violin away. He had long finished his tea and had put down his book. She snuggled up to him, clicking off the bedside lamp. He was on the verge of sleep, but still wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. The cot was cozy, not too hot yet still warm compared to outside. Fresh air drifted through the silk curtains, illuminated by moonlight. She was glad they lived in a tall building; they wouldn't have to worry about intruders.

He looked down at her. She fell fast asleep within mere minutes of lying next to him; he would likely succumb to the heaviness in his eyes soon as well. But, before he would, he wanted to study this moment, to keep it ingrained in his memory for the rest of his life. This moment of serenity created by his lover. No matter what happened, he will be by her side. Slowly, his eyes closed, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips as he was lulled to sleep by the steady heartbeat of his companion.

[bluestrawberriesinautumn]

Off the record, On the frequency photos

I've recently started adapting this story with a journalist in mind!

Nothing will change in the fanfic, (they will still not be called by name,no specific design except for plot related ones, etc) think of this as my personal headcanon of the reader's appearance---

But i wanted to try my hands at making a new original character, so here they are!

This art style is going to be the death of me-- its so hard to replicate.

Some other posts I've made:

Minami and the journalist

One of their many conversations:

"Would we have been friends?"

"I dont know, but if this petrification was good for one thing, at least in this lifetime I got to know you."

There are a few others i'll upload in a bit-- im currently sick and lying in bed OTL

[skeletonsheep]

Considering writing an Ukyo x oc where the reader has an uper-say sense of smell like Tanjiro from Demon Slayer, or good eyes like Kanao idfk

Or maybe a mute reader?

[senkudos]

same person btw