#he makes him bento everyday is he not his wife

[rixxxen]

aomine and his wife

#he makes him bento everyday is he not his wife #daiki aomine #ryo sakurai #aosaku #kuroko no basket #aomine daiki #sakurai ryou #kurokos basketball #knb

[pixiesndberries]

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃, 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 —

a small series of Jujutsu Kaisen men as your husband !

☆ OUR STARS : Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Choso Kamo, Aoi Todo, Toji Fushiguro, and more !

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ෆ PIXIE'S NOTE ! : were back again at daily posting 🙏🏻 to my pookies who supported me, y'all made me giggle and kickin' my feet in my bed last night 👉🏻👈🏻 love lots!

GOJO SATORU, as your husband !

• Gojo being your husband is no different from being your boyfriend — he still gotta be that same person you dated few years ago, though he became more serious about situations and decisions because you guys are married but his goofy, annoying, clingy side is still there — I mean when he met you and been with you for like two weeks your caller name is already set as 'wifey'.

Gojo who totally acts like a mom when you leave for work, he is like a freaking HOUSEWIFE —

"honey!" he sings as he walks into the living room seeing you brush your hair Infront of the mirror, getting ready for work. "hmm?" you responded and quickly turns your head at him — he's wearing a this is what an awesome husband looks like apron which made you too stunned to speak, "I created a bento for you." he smiles as he hands out a nicely wrapped bento box which was really new to you because it's always you who keep creating bentos for him, usually when he leaves for a mission.

"thank you, honey." you say softly with a warm smile as you accept his bento that he specially created for you, he can't help but to feel like a love sick teenager seeing you smile like that. He officially takes the position of being a housewife 🫡

Gojo who couldn't stop talking about the future he wants with you like nonstop — this man would talk about having three million carbon copy of him with you and would name them after megumi, yuji, nanami and basically all of his friends, students, and dead relatives 🏃🏻‍♀️💨 — I FEEL LIKE HE GOTTA BE THAT TYPE OF PERSON.

Gojo always flexes you everyday and YOU are his hyper fixation — argue with the wall, he gotta be the type of man to say "she's my wife." randomly when he's talking to an old friend he haven't seen for a long time. HE WILL BE THE HUSBAND WHO YOU WILL SEE WEARING "I LOVE MY WIFE" TYPE OF SHIRT WITH THE UGLIEST FONT AND PHOTO TEMPLATE EVER. Once a person mentions your name he ain't gonna shut the fuck up.

I just know this marriage go'n be like Ryan Reynolds and Blake Lively's relationship 🙏🏻 ABSOLUTELY RANDOM TEXTS FROM HIM, UPDATING YOU TOO MUCH.

2:32 pm

gojo : shitting at the mall cuz i don't have anywhere to shit on.

gojo : [sent an attachment]

gojo : i miss you my wife, my beautiful wife.

gojo : [sent an attachment]

gojo : [sent an attachment]

gojo : your very handsome husband ❤️

2:40 pm

you : stop spamming me messages love, im at work 🙏🏻

gojo : why? is it turning you on 😏

you : that's a photo of your feet.

Gojo who became a seriously hands on person when you told him that you're pregnant — when he has missions with yuji, megumi, or maybe nobara and you told him that you're very tired to do anything today he will be like,"okay kids, I got to go I have important things to do." and dashed away before they could say something and mf arrived at yalls house within a second.

Gojo who cried when he carry his baby for the first time, he was sobbing like hell — girl dad? boy dad? BRO HE IS BOTH ‼️ "okay we'll name this one suguru and this one-" he is going to come up with the most ridiculous names, probably the worst one was his dead ancestor.

okay seriously, Gojo would be a full time dad after his children were born — he will always stay at home as much as he can, having twins isn't easy plus he's trying to help you with his full power and make sure you don't feel alone through this.

"gojo.." you grumble as you felt his presence disappearing next to you at bed, you open your eyes and sees he wasn't there which led you to stand up and start looking for him — you walk out of the bedroom and noticed that the twin's bedroom door was open so you check it out.

in your suprise, gojo was in the rocking chair with the twin's in his arms peacefully sleeping and he is snoring like hell. You can't help but smile seeing this moment, it warms you heart. You quickly grabbed your phone and took a quick photo, this is what you exactly wished for.

Gojo who couldn't stop posting you and his little angels and his fans are absolutely living for it, it's like his day wouldn't complete without posting cute photos of his angels and of course, you as well. Gojo is indeed a Facebook mom —

; gojosatoru

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[gglitch1dd]

"Best husband in the world" award goes to Izuku Midoriya. I head cannon that he NEVER leaves the honeymoon phase, even after having kids!

Wifey is treated like royalty, Always gets gifts, he dresses up for dates bc his wife LOVES it, shows her off in gala's (one red-eyed hero is pissed) even the boys are so sick of seeing the random smooches Izu steals from his wife 😂

Bet Toshi would say "Don't you have enough kids already?" -_-

The poor boy is TIRED

Honestly, I believe in every single syllable that just came out of your mouth.

He never leaves the honeymoon phase. That man is in love from the moment he meets you to the moment he dies.

If there was one thing that Midoriya Izuku knew that he couldn't get enough of, it was you. His beautiful wife of seventeen years. Everyday, waking up next to you was like a dream and he didn't want to be woken up.

He's enraptured by you and your very being. Even after five boys and you not getting any younger, he's still obsessed with you like you were newly weds.

He keeps every sticky note that you leave on his bento boxes for lunch and has boxes upon boxes of them saved from the years that have gone by. He would never deny anything you made him because it was made by you, his amazing wife, by your loving and gentle hands that he kisses daily.

Izuku honestly still doubts he's that good of a father or a perfect husband either, but he knows he's as good as he can be with you at his side.

You gave him everything that is his world. You made the apartment you both had in the beginning feel like a home. Coming home to your waiting arms and loving expression was what kept his feet moving everyday.

When he was a prohero he often wondered what he was missing in his life. Even though becoming Number One at such a young age and achieving his goal of being the next predecessor of All Might, of owning his own hero agency, millions at his disposal, he only ever felt truly complete when he met you.

You...

Oh dear God, he loved you.

The day he married you was the best day of his life. He had cried the moment he saw you in that beautiful white dress and he had cried when you had both signed the marriage certificate, and he had cried when he had his first dance with you too.

He knew from the first day he met you that he wanted to marry you. He didn't believe in just dating for funsies and wasting your time. No, he wanted you in a sort of way he didn't know how to explain.

He wanted you in way that was to have and to old, in sickness and in health, in life and in death. Knowing that when he looked down at you on your wedding night, when he had you in his arms, your breath heavy and your eyes half lidded, when you stared up at him with such blown out love in your eyes. When he sunk deep inside of you, he knew that your souls would become one and he would never depart from you.

Where you went, he went.

Where you stayed, he would stay.

It's not true what they say about heroes, least not for Izuku. For Izuku would watch the world burn and have you by his side.

"Dad!"

"Hm?" Izuku straightened up as he was lost in thought. Toshinori waved his hand over his face, making sure that his father was still alright. He raised a green eyebrow as he looked up at his father. "Are you alright? You spaced out for a second there."

Izuku looked down at his oldest son. Midoriya Toshinori.

Wow, even just the thought of him having a son still shook him till this day. The thought that he, a man that grew up without a father, who at one point believed he wasn't worth anything more than what other people said he was worth, could have a son.

A son, you gave him.

He could still remember the day you told him that you were pregnant with Toshinori. Izuku had gone to sleep with you in his arms, a hand over your stomach still unbelieving but he was sure he had soaked his pillow because of the tears that left his eyes.

You had blessed him with a gift that he could never even begin to comprehend how uniquely special it was.

"I'm alright." Izuku laughed as he went down the final step of the staircase, having just freshened up. "Have you finished your homework?"

Toshinori nodded his head as he put his hands in his pockets. "Yah but honestly, all that math had me going cross-eyed. I'm having Asahi look at it." He motioned to his younger brother, but a mere eleven.

Asahi adjusted his glasses as he scribbled down on the tablet with a stylus. He scoffed as he lifted his head to look up at his father. "Honestly dad, Toshinori just needs a prayers. Only Jesus can help him now."

"HEY!" Toshinori let out offended as he walked over to where his younger brother was sitting at the table.

Asahi motioned to the tablet. "This is basic maths!"

Toshinori's eyebrows furrowed. "How the hell is this basic maths?! It's grade nine level algebra!"

"As I said, basic maths!"

"Alright Einstein!" Toshinori taunted his younger brother with a look on his face and hands on his hips that reminded Izuku so much of you. "You do it!" He pointed to the screen.

Asahi rolled his eyes as he flipped the screen so that Toshinori could see. "Do you need my glasses, cause I already did!"

His second son, Midoriya Asahi. Honestly, Izuku was sure that in Asahi he saw himself. He saw himself in that kid everyday and he loved every second of it. His second son.

That you gave him.

He was so smart and so bright. A genuine child genius. Although quirkless, he was beyond his years. Izuku loved to sit down with him and watched as his mind thought at the speed of light at a pace that only Izuku could understand because he did that too.

Nothing beat having Asahi on his shoulders as he took him to the Hero Support labs in his Hero Agency. The way that kids eyes widened in awe is something Izuku would treasure forever. Having him interact and ask questions that not even Izuku could understand but was happy to participate regardless.

To think he could ever have such a kid.

"Asahi." He chuckled as he walked over to his second son, putting a hand on his head of green curls. "Be patient with him, remember not everyone learns as fast as you."

Asahi huffed, his cheeks that had light freckles on them puffed but he nodded his head. "Okay." He groaned.

"What are we doing?" Hero asked as he peaked his head over to see the tablet that was on the table. He took one look at the tablet and his face scrunched up. "Ew maths." His reaction made Izuku laugh as he decided to leave his two eldest be. "Dad catch!"

It was a fast throw but Izuku caught it nonetheless. The rugby ball in his hand was firm and in perfect condition, considering he got it for Hero three weeks ago. The kid went through equipment faster than Izuku could break a bone.

Midoriya Hero, although being eight years old, he was entranced with sports and was pretty good at them too, specifically field sports. Izuku felt like somewhere inside himself he was healing the little boy inside of him that never got to play sports with someone, not like the way him and Asahi would play around with a ball in the garden.

Something so precious yet so simple.

Something that was only possible because of you.

Izuku chuckled. "Nice throw. You're getting better, but remember..." He tossed him back the ball, it landing in his arms. "Not playing around inside with the ball."

"Okay." He nodded as he left to go to the sitting room.

"And did you do your homework?" Izuku called back after him.

"Yah! Asahi looked at it."

Izuku turned to his second oldest who shot him a thumbs up, showing that Hero was telling the truth. He hummed with a smile as he moved towards the kitchen where the smell of dinner was spilling out from.

"Daddy!" Running out of the kitchen was his fourth son, Shoyo. He had the brightest little smile on his face as he lifted up a crayon picture for him to see. "Daddy look! I drew you something."

Izuku chuckled as he picked up the little boy. He was the happiest out of all your children together. Even when he cried, he would try to smile. He was like the sun and always filled with giggles. It was why you called him Shoyo, because he smiled even as a newborn.

Izuku knew that such joy in his life could have only been given through you.

"Really? let me see?" He carried the young boy on his hip as he looked down at the drawing. It was a crayon drawing of what he assumed was him in his hero uniform. That or it could be a bunny with a cape.

Shoyo was never really gifted with artistic talent but he tried anyways. And Izuku loved them all.

"Aww, it looks great buddy." He placed a kiss to Shoyo's face. "I love it. Why don't you go put it in my office for me? I can put it right on my desk."

Shoyo's smile grew even wider as he nodded his bushy hair of green curls. "Okay!" Once set down, he went trotting away towards the staircase.

Izuku entered the kitchen and sitting on your hip was Koda, the final sprout in your little garden that was your family. He was a rather shy thing and clung to you like a baby koala, but he sure was the sweetest. He smiled at his father tiredly with a wave of his hand.

He often fell sick easily, but he was such a strong trooper.

He put a hand to his head as he carefully moved the young three year old to be held in his arms instead, allowing you free reign over the kitchen.

Your heavenly voice reached his ears, instantly taking his attention. You smiled as you turned to look up at him. "How was your day, my love?"

His shoulders eased as he moved to step behind you. He rested his head against you briefly, your body just fitting into his perfectly. "I can't complain when I come back home to this everyday." He stated, moving down to kiss your cheek.

You chuckled as you lifted up the spoon for him to taste part of dinner. He opened his mouth, allowing you to feed him to taste. He let out a groan as he nodded his head. You laughed at your husband's antics. "Ready?"

"Definitely." He informed you with a nod of his head. He looked you over as you stood in an apron and fitted sweatpants. He hadn't seen you in those pants in ages and yet they clung to you like a deadly weopon and Izuku was a wounded soldier. His eyes looked you over with shameless obviousness. "Damn, where did these come from?" He asked as he moved to turn you to face him, a hand moving to your ass shamelessly.

You shot up with a heated expression with a squeak. You swatted his chest with little to no intent to actually drive him away. "Izuku! I'm cooking."

"Can't I appreciate my beautiful wife?" He asked with a rested grin on his face as he leaned down closer to you. A soft peck to your lips. "You look gorgeous, honey." His lips met yours again for a longer kiss.

You couldn't help but giggle as you let him kiss you, moving a hand to wrap around him. He always managed to give you butterflies, even now.

Years of being together, of mapping out each other's bodies and memorising everything new and old, and you never got tired of it. Even after five pregnancies and the effect that had on your body, Izuku just craved you more and more. He never asked you to change, and always loved you as you were.

How couldn't he?

You were the reason that he was happy, that he had everything that made him feel like a man.

You made him a husband.

You made him a father.

You made him happy.

Izuku couldn't even begin to think of where to thank you, but he would do so for the rest of his life.

"EW! Dad! Get off of mom!" Toshinori shouted from the table with a scrunched up face.

Hero scrunched up his own face. "That's disgusting."

"Right over our dinner." Asahi shook his head in sheer disappointment.

You separated from you husband with a giggle as he looked to his sons with half annoyance. You turned to grab a serving spoon but Izuku adjusted poor Koda who was resting in his arms as Izuku pointed to his sons. "Hey! This is my wife, okay. I get to kiss her."

"Yah." Toshinori acknowledged. "But she's our mom."

Asahi and Hero nodded their heads in agreement with their older brother.

Izuku frowned before he turned to you. "Y/N, the kids are being mean to me." He complained as he pointed to your three eldest siblings.

You shook your head in a chuckle as you motioned to your sprouts. "Boys, get your homework off the table and set it for dinner please."

"Yes mom."

"And you, mister." You turned to your husband with a pointed look but smiled as you had your hand rest over his chest. You smiled as you reached up and kissed his cheek. "Get Shoyo for me, won't you? And sit down, dinner is ready." You let out softly.

Izuku looked down at you with blown out pupils. "I love you." He whispered down to you.

You giggled. "I love you too, Izuku."

"No, Y/N, I... I love you."

-Glitch1d

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[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Fushiguro, Toji, Nanami, and Gojo with a wife (or girlfriend in Fushiguro's case) that loves to cook for them everyday?

JJK Boys + s/o who are cook

Megumi

He really appreciates it.

Megumi can cook. Mostly basic stuff, since Tsumiki did most of the cooking growing up, but it’s not his favorite thing.

If left to his own devices he would probably only eat hot noodles or cold takeouts from the convenient store coming back from missions.

He appreciates the well balanced meals they make for him. And the homecooked nostalgia it brings.

Toji

More or less expects it.

A bit of a misogynist, Toji is of the impression a wife or girlfriend cooks for her man.

He’ll bring home the bacon with his contract work, but she has to fry it up.

Which, is good, because the one time he tried to cook anything he almost burned the apartment down. Would starve without someone to cook for him.

Nanami

Values the effort they bring to the household.

After a long day, it’s nice to come home to a homecooked meal. No matter how dated that sounds.

He also likes the community of it. Being able to talk about their days, as much as he can, over dinner is of great comfort to him.

Can cook, but hates it. Would rather just do the dishes.

Gojo

Loves it.

Despite it happening almost every single day, Gojo still gets giddy and excited to see what they made for him in his bento.

They always try to change it up; since he gets bored with foods very easily. So it’s almost never the same one twice.

He barely eats anything when he’s away on long term missions because “nothing is as good as [Y/N]-chan makes it!”

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[ichigopanhpff]

TRANSLATION: TR Character Book "Remember You!" Post ending developments

Wakui-sensei only did this for some of the characters in the book.

Note: Translation isn’t 100% and I may take some liberties in translating certain things for a more colloquial approach. Anything in brackets are my personal notes.

Sano “Mikey” Manjiro:

I’m a racer at 27 years old and my partner is Ken-chin! My dream has always been riding bikes, but my number one dream is for Emma find a good husband. Her and Ken-chin’s child will be born soon; I told them to use “Man” [“万” from his own name “Manjiro” (万次郎). The "Man" in his name came from his grandfather's, Sano Mansaku, while the "Shin" in Shinichiro's name came from their dad, Sano Shin.] in their name, but was met with strong opposition from both of them and called it lame. Those guys… I started to wonder whether or not my own name was lame.

Shiba Hakkai:

Taka-chan and my older brother seem to hang out a lot and they didn’t even think to invite me along. I like both my brothers, but it annoys me neither one of them take an interest in me. When I went home for my birthday, something smelled like it was rotting and my big brother, Yuzuha and Taka-chan were all there. It looked like they were trying to make a birthday cake for me, with Taka-chan teaching them. It tasted horrible and I cried from happiness from them trying to express their love.

Baji Keisuke:

Mansaku-san [Mikey’s grandfather] asked me to train and teach at Sano Dojo once in a while. Even though Mikey is a prodigy, he’s terrible at teaching and seems like I’m better at this than him. Immersing myself in teaching kids karate on top of my daily studies became a good change of pace for me. I want to be a veterinarian but I’m not very smart, so it’s a long and distant dream. Whenever I feel frustrated, sweating it out [in the dojo] mentally prepares me to keep doing my best. It’s my second home.

Hanagaki Takemichi:

At 26 years old, I’m currently an assistant director with a dream of becoming a film director. Everyday is an odd job, but Hina makes me a bento everyday. Before I head out every morning, she tells me “Do your best!”. When I come home completely disheartened, she’ll drink with me over dinner while listening to me complain. I’m a very lucky guy.

Matsuno Chifuyu:

Baji-san and Kazutora-kun always comes over to my house to eat since they have no money; it’s almost like extortion. But I can’t raise their wages without a reason and I can’t exactly refuse either. When the 3 of us cooked for the first time, the food was a mess, burnt and tasted thin. After suffering through that, I went out and bought tons of recipe books. Now, I’m cooking for 3 at a pro-level. They’ve recently been coming over, happily waiting for me.

Mitsuya Takashi:

While establishing my fashion brand TAKASHI MITSUYA as a designer, I hired Yasuda-san as my assistant, my assistant manager from the Handicraft Club back in middle school. She somehow married Peh-yan last year, even though their relationship were on bad terms. I hear Yasuda-san grumbling about him often while we’re working. From what I heard, Peh stuck with Pa-chin even after being married.

Ryuguji “Draken” Ken:

Emma and I live on the lower floor in the same apartment complex as Takemitchy and his wife. He came crying to me saying, “Even though we’re newlyweds, Emma-chan’s at my place every day and I can’t be alone with Hina.” The 4 of us are eating nabe [hot pot] together again.

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[cybersp4c3]

Hhhhhhh Kitsune scara bc i saw that chiscara post

Fox scara x Shogun reader

Scara is Reader’s consort/wife

in a way

(also its just Eimiko is a different font)

Anyways kitsune scara who is the head shrine maiden and teases reader nearly everyday just to get dicked down by reader and his big fat cock and makes excuses to visit the tenshukaku to see his little crush (is it really little if you fantasise getting dicked down by the shogun while doing your shrine maiden paperwork 💀) And whenever the guards question him he just answers “Oh , I’m here to ask the shogun for his approval” (as if he literally isnt the second person in power after the shogun) and some days where he is extra cranky like when he is heat he just glares at the guards and goes “Who are you to question me?! The head shrine maiden of the narukami shrine!!!” They ofc let him in lmfao who could say no to such a pretty face like scara’s 🤭🤭🤭 once scara reaches reader’s room he tries to fix his hair and make his ears and tails extra fluffy but reader is just like “This whore again…” while doing his duties lmao but who he to deny his pretty little fox some love? Cue aggressive table gripping sex with reader mating pressing scara on his table while reading official documents and asking scara for his opinion even though he is too cock drunk to even speak lol “Dear what do you think of this blueprint?” Or “Hm… a new shop has opened up should we head there sometime?” But scara just fucking loses his mind on reader’s cock like “HnNH~! S-sure that sounds good <3” (i dont have the android heart 😔) and when scara doesn’t answer properly reader licks or blows on his ears or even pulls on his tail 🫣 once scara is stuffed with cum and reader forces him to walk out the tenshukaku without his panties and just dripping cum down his pussy in shame while the guards question the white trail that the fox leaves behind him

Sometimes scara publishes the super fucking rough lovemaking he and reader has as super smutty novels which the reader reads and knows about so whenever he wants to convince scara to try something new in the bedroom he’ll just be like “It’ll be good inspo for the novel trust me” it ends up with scara being fucked dumb (still enough brain to write the book lmao) idk how to end this off so uh Omake with scara bringing the reader bentos he made personally with a secret ingredient <3 (spoiler alert its his pussy juice)

- 🍰 IM BACKKKKKKKKKK

Is it the discord mod childe and kitsune scara one by inukitsu? Because I love that one

Kitsune scara that loves to tease you all day at tenshukaku by flirting with soldiers

Scara always insists that he should drop all his duties at the shrine and be with you all day! But we all know it’s just so he can get dicked down by massive archon cock

Even better (or worse) when he’s in heat because now he really needs your cock! Scara let’s you do anything! You thrust into his pussy over and over again at a harsh pace and he keeps begging you for more

His poor pussy gets absolutely obliterated too! You like using your electro powers to zap his pussy every now and then. Sometimes you even electrify your entire cock you whenever you plunge into his wet boypussy it causes an elemental reaction

[cursedvibes]

lmao seeing Kenjaku’s personality shining in the latest chapters I’m not only convinced they’re iconic but they would’ve been such a fun??? interesting??? mom??? to Yuji???? if they stuck around and raised him as Kaorijaku. Like we talk about Jin being nonchalant about his obviously uncanny wife but Yuji being nonchalant about his eldritch horror of a mother has good potential.

Idk I guess I’m projecting cause I think Kenjaku and Yuji causally interacting would be so funny and they would have such an interesting dynamic if you put all the ✨ trauma ✨ the revelations about his parentage is gonna cause Yuji.

Kenny would be the most insufferable mom if they actually bothered to interact with their kids. We already saw how they treated Choso, Yuuji wouldn't fair much better, just without the insults (I need something like that cinema conversation but with Yuuji). Instead he'd have to hear all about his potential and the big plans they may or may not have for him. But they'd be infuriatingly vague about it because he should make these decisions on his own (of course they'd make sure that he knows that there's still a wrong decision).

It was also sweet of Kenjaku to be indirectly supportive of Yuuji. Sukuna was smart enough to not diss him in their presence and they still dragged him and his Megumi-face for filth. Imagine if he had made that comment about Yuuji/Megumi's face with them around.

Sukuna: "Yuuji is ugly"

Kenjaku: "You are the ugly one! Just look at your face. Embarassing. Also you're stupid and have no social skills. I'm gonna personally drive you to Sendai so Yorozu can beat the shit out of you."

Poor Yuuji would be so broken if he actually grew up with his mom. "Sorry, I'm still a bit light-headed from the blood sample I had to give this morning." "No idea what this stuff in my bento box is, but my mom says I should eat it to get big and strong." "Ignore the bruises, my mom just shoved me off a building to see if I would break my neck. They're very proud of me for still being alive. They even allowed me to go to the Pachinko parlour to gamble my pocket money away."

On another note, I think it would be really funny if Kenjaku was just as clingy with Jin as they are now with Uraume. They just keep showing up around him and going along with his mundane everyday activities because they totally don't have anything better to do at the moment. No, they don't have to go grocery shopping with him, but whatever, why not. "What are you doing there? Diaper changes? Sounds nasty but interesting. Tell me more. No, I'm not gonna help, I'll just stay over here and watch you do it."

#asks

[areislol]

♡ childe having you as his housewife

he loves his wife <3

• childe works everyday, from 9 am to 12 am, it's a very tiring day over all - but you're there to help him!! • it's your duty to make sure that childe is doing well and is healthy, you cook him breakfast, pack him lunch and prepare him dinner! • every time childe goes to work, you always pack him a cute panda bento. you try your best to make your food look appealing, you place a heart made out of seaweed on his rice. You also place a note on his bento: • "enjoy your meal love!! i'll be at home waiting for you, stay safe okay?" • you never fail to make him smile. • (and childe is very grateful that u pack him delicious meals) • you make sure that the house is clean and tidy, and make sure that there are no cobwebs and that there aren't any rodents in the household. • being home alone is lonely, and so that's why childe bought you a pet dog to keep you company!! • you take care of the puppy and make sure that's it's well fed and well taken care of. • childe goes to a lot of meetings, so you make sure that childes t-shirt and blouse is all straightened and looks well presented. • you iron all his shirts, neatly fold them and place them in his wardrobe, you do the laundry and make sure to place his favourite scent on his shirts. • when childe comes home from work, he gives a kiss on your forehead and heads to his room to work, you make sure that your pet dog doesn't disturb your husband as you know that he's hardworking. • you also make sure to dust the house clean, you dont want your one and only husband to sneeze all the time now do you? • childe likes to bring home plants, as it "compliments the house." • he trusts u to water them ever 3 times a week, and you do as he says!! • when childe finishes work, he asks you if you had already made dinner and if you haven't then he straight away buys fast food for both of you. • childe doesn't really like to see you work, as he knows you work hard to keep this house clean and tidy, and how hard you work to make sure that he's never sick and makes sure that he always looks his best so he always reminds you to rest - even if you say you're not tired or okay. • sometimes, you read books to your dog, it gets lonely so... • seeing any room messy makes you frustrated?? so you always end tidying it, making sure that the books are in alphabetical order, the blankets and pillow are all neatly aligned, the floor mat perfectly spaced. • when there's not enough ingredients to make childe's favourite food, you borrow some of your husbands money and go out to buy some food(you tell him first ofc), you make sure to buy all the ingredients, you also buy some protein that'll make childe healthy <3 • whenever he's sick you're always there to console him, and make him the most best and delicious soup. • even though childe's barely home, he still makes the most of it ;)

note: if u enjoyed this pls go check out my other genshin hcs/like + follow + reblogs r appreciated. a/n: SORRY IF THIS IS BAD?? MY MIND IS NOT RLLY WORKING AND I REALLY APOLOGIZE!! this was kind of rushed :(

#genshin impact x reader #childe x reader #modern!au #bellarke fanfiction

[togesbunny]

to junpei, you were like a doting wife. you always made him a separate bento box for lunch because you worried he wasn’t eating much. you’d kiss him on the cheek everyday and tell him how much you appreciate him.

you’re loyal to him and only him. you listen to every word he says and take it to heart. you’re so innocent that you don’t realize he’s taking advantage of you. but does it really matter though? you love him and you don’t mind taking pictures of your clothed cunt in the middle of the night! junpei’s teaching you things you probably wouldn’t know about.

he’s your cute senpai that loves and respects you, right? it’s okay to help him out by sucking his cock in the movie theater with a horror movie in the background—much to your dismay. he makes you feel so good especially when he calls you his pretty bunny.

you finger your cunt in the middle of night to the thought of your precious senpai and his sweet, kind smiles. you want to be his pretty bunny and wife! you think he deserves a doting wife that makes sure he’s well fed and is completely stress-free.

hopefully, junpei will make you his wife soon enough ♡

#junpei yoshino x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #junpei x reader #junpei yoshino #jjk x reader #junpei yoshino smut #smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #tw.fingering #tw.bunny kink #tw.blowjobs

[kurosukii]

I jus jus want mafia!au mattsun who is mean and hard and buff in front of everyone to be soft and sweet to me, his sweet innocent wife (who doesn't know he works in the mafia) and jus makes him cute little bento boxes everyday, and he looks at me expectedly every morning when he comes out of the bath with his clean, pressed linen shirt to help him tie his tie (eventhough he knows how to he just wants to see me struggle and get flustered) and give him 3 kisses before he goes to work (on the forehead, tip of his nose and his lips)

And then he comes home from work, tie hanging lowly on his neck and his hair ruffled after midnight so tired and overworked cus all of his coworkers are a pain in the ass and can't follow his simple instructions, to see the house is perfect his dinner is set, and his heart melts ( which really says something cus he beats ppl for a living) to see his wife is snuggled on his side of the bed and her head buried on his pillow in her cotton nightgown, and he can't help but carefully wrap his strong arms around her and make her snuggle on his chest , and jus jus cup her pussy through her panties and she is so so warm compared to the cold wind outside and he jus jus draws tiny hearts on her clit and falls asleep jus like that

Yeah that's all I want for Christmas, jus want him to draw tiny hearts on my clit with his thumb

#damn i want this too....... #this is giving me bimbo wife energy and i’m here for it...... #then he comes home one night knuckles and shirt bloody and while you’re wrapping his hands and kiss them #he thanks you by fucking you on the counter and praising his sweet beautiful wife who knows nothing about what her husband does for a living #🥺🥺🥺 #nonnie 🏳️ #✨.jul answers #tw blood

[sunseteyes]

“mahal kita” — i love you

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ STARRING: café bartender!shinsuke kita; student!gn!reader

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ THEMES: fluff, hints of bullying

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ WORD COUNT: 4.2k words

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ SYNOPSIS: shinsuke kita was your first love, and even if it was unusual of you to do so, you were willing to say it to him, despite the circumstances that you two were in.

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ INTERMISSION: finally!!! i’ve been planning this since december and this actually has a second part! the second part will have kita’s pov mostly so do look forward for that~ it will be posted next week !! also, “mahal kita” is a filipino phrase and it translates to “i love you.” the reader is not filipino but if you want to think if it that way, you could, though the reason why i wanted to incorporate my language here is because i just felt like,,, i had to? hahaha anw, enjoy !! i worked hard for this one :D

the bright light blinds you despite having your eyes closed and as you have an arm covering them. indeed, even the sun was beckoning you to listen to the beaming sound of your alarm that plays on the background like a broken cassette tape, urging you to wake up now or else your schedule would get cut off. you wouldn’t want that, especially during a weekday like today.

groaning as you forced yourself to sit up and rub your hand over your eyes to make the world seem a little bit clearer. you then welcomed the sight of the room that had the sunlight illuminate its four corners, a familiar sight that you see everyday.

and you were growing tired of it, to be honest.

your daily routine had never been that much different as it has always been; getting up, getting dressed, going to school. really, there was nothing else that seemed to have been enough to make your eyes brighten up in excitement, since everything just happens on repeat.

every. single. day.

bringing your hand up to cover your eyes from the blazing sun, you wished you hadn’t forgotten to bring your sunglasses from your dorm as you crossed down the road, cautious with the cars that passed by the street. your gaze drops down to your wristwatch, your feet fastening its pace as you catch sight of your university literally only a few blocks away.

there’s nothing really special with your life; just a normal graduating college student hoping to establish a normal working life with a normal family in the future. the latter seemed quite impossible these days, especially with the constant repeat of your relationships throughout the years. still, there’s nothing wrong in expecting you’d have a good future, right?

maybe, maybe not.

“you’re late again.” you panted as you turned to the person sitting beside you, fixing your things and yourself in the process.

“what did i miss?”

“not much, but the professor is strict with attendance.” tobio eyes you before glancing back to the front of the room, feigning his focus upon the topic the professor was talking about.

“yeah, yeah i know.” you whisper back, doing the same thing as you forced yourself to digest the information that was being spoken of, even if you’re not particularly interested in any of it.

“oi,” your senses came about and it was tobio’s face whom you’d seen first, already standing upright in front of your seat, his bag slung to his shoulders-

“huh?” you look around and see everyone doing the same, looking tired just from one discussion. and it seems you have dozed off while awake all throughout the entire time.

“are you just going to sit here all day or not?”

you then gathered your things and followed suit, heading to the cafeteria but not before stopping by the vending machine to get your regular coffee and tobio’s dairy.

“you sure do like milk a lot, tobio.” you’d tease all the time, and he’d respond with,

“for someone who has trouble sleeping, you still haven’t quite enough of coffee, idiot.”

your friendship with tobio started ever since you were kindergarten, and you believe you two were simply drawn to each other because of how silent you two could be, only leaning into a conversation when it is needed. despite having met each other for so long, you two only began to stick to each other when high school came, after being reunited and seeing a familiar face after such a long time. it was that time that you and him realized how far alike to each other you were, deciding to have a bond that neither expected. plus, he likes watching volleyball matches just as you do. simply put, you found someone who was not much different from you, and you realized how comfortable you were with that—the usual things.

the fear of change and difference was what kept you stuck in the same town, at the same school, at the same status, and at the same way of living. people kept on emphasizing how important it is to look outside the box, but no matter how much you wanted to take a peek outside, you couldn’t, didn’t want to. you were fully convinced that if you dream big, there are just bigger consequences to life than how it usually gives.

“who’s that?”

the whispers and murmurs ripped you from your mind, your attention turning to your classmates who were talking about a certain person, making you involuntarily glance at where they were looking. it was a man—an unfamiliar man inside the university premises. who was he, perhaps? it was the same question as what your peers kept on inquiring to each other.

“you must be the new guidance counsellor!” now came a familiar voice, beaming like a sunshine as how he usually is, his hand extending to the said man with the new face, a certain kind of change that you never expected.

“guidance counsellor? where’s takeda-san?” a series of murmurs emerged again until one eventually said that the previous counsellor had taken a break since his wife had finally given birth to their child. you were never close to him but the casual greetings you and tobio received from the man was enough to call him as a kind person. you will surely miss that now that he’s gone temporarily. just from looking over and observing the new counsellor, you were quite sure that this one is far different from takeda.

you sooner found it out when you were called by one of your professors, specifically one that you knew so well that you were close to saying you had been fed-up in seeing his face all over again.

“(y/n), could you pass this to ojiro-san, you know him, right? the new guidance counsellor.” professor koushi sugawara hands you over an unlabeled folder, about two of them, barely glancing your way as he continues to type with his keyboard, eyes trained over the computer screen in such an intense focus. you often see him like this, but you were too irritated to want to even follow his orders as soon as possible, the frown on your face deepening the more you stare at the man’s figure.

“i’m not your maid here, by the way.” you say to him lowly, and it was a good thing that no one else was near him or you two would be embarrassing yourselves for causing such a scene in a school faculty.

this time, you met koushi’s eyes and you felt yourself bite your own tongue when you saw the familiar bags under his eyes, the rim of his glasses barely covering them and the exhausted look on the way he was gazing at you. you knew how tired he often gets because of his work and you do try to help him out, but he just called you out of a class—the only class that you were enjoying and he just wanted you to deliver a couple of papers to the new guy? you’re not someone he can call for errands that easily, not without some words that needed to be discussed.

“yes, you’re right. sorry about that, my pretty younger sibling.” he still teased you, and you only let out a huff before turning away and heading towards the guidance, not without telling your brother to eat his lunch or else you’ll stop making bento for him—it’s not as if you will but the threat always works because he hates waking up earlier than he should to prepare food.

having a professor as your sibling is kind of weird, especially the first few days of when people have found out about it, but the feeling eventually fades away for it’s very much like when you two were still going to the same school during elementary and high school, and like everything else, you’ve gotten used to it.

“oh, this is from sugawara-san?” ojiro, the new guidance counsellor, looked kind and welcoming, very much like the previous one, takeda. you’re not that much fun of change, but if adjustment is needed, then you have no choice but to abide by it. something about this new counsellor makes you somewhat comfortable with him, and it’s in a good way, you hope.

“thank you, uh-” he drops his gaze to your identification card and like any other who suddenly notices your surname, his eyes widen by a little bit, a wave of realization hitting them in his mind.

then he smiles, warm and friendly. “thank you, (y/n)-san. is it alright to call you by your first name?”

“i don’t mind.” you shrug, inwardly smiling, “thank you, ojiro-san.”

“you met the new counsellor already?” tobio questioned by the time you two were walking home, or rather to the cafe you two usually drop by at before really going home. it was one of the things that you and tobio bond on still, apparently. milk and coffee really are the things that tobio and you love—despite its difference, there was a certain middle ground where both the likes meet.

“yeah, he seems nice.” you say, not paying much attention to what tobio was saying for your eyes were set at the counter of the cafe almost immediately as you both entered the transparent doors, the same head of silver hair with darkened tips standing there, beholding an apron that matched any other worker in the room.

you must have forgot to mention earlier; there are times when excitement runs through you like a battery, powering up every vessel and cell inside of you.

there he is. shinsuke, the most beautiful man you’d ever seen your whole life. and yes, you only knew of his name because it’s on his name badge.

you could hear tobio scoff beside you but you merely brushed him off as per usual, heading straight to the lane of the man that still serves a customer by asking their own orders. tobio, on the other hand, walks to the other line where there were basically no other customers.

“good afternoon,” he greeted by the time it was your turn, and in an instant, there came a smile by your lips, one that you rarely ever give to anybody, to any other time, really. this man just gives you a rush of serotonin in your system that it was difficult for you to not react that way.

“chocolate-chip frappe, like usual?” he offered his own kind smile, and your heart combusted again, like it does whenever he looks at you like that, talks to you like that. you knew it was technically his job to build rapport to customers, but it seems as if there’s no escaping for you to escape this kind of fate.

you like him. if you were given a chance to get to know him more, that might even develop into something more.

“yes, please.” you responded, sounding ever so pleased and joyful than how you’ve acted for the rest of the day early on.

“perhaps you would like to purchase our new year’s special drink?” he says as he points at the small poster from beside him, the image of the drink catching your attention, and if you were asked, even if the poster was that colorful, you doubt that it would tear away your focus from the man on the opposite of you.

“uh-”

“it comes with green tea,” he cuts you off, if he knew you were about to respond. “but i admit you don't seem like the type to order a drink like that, do correct me if i’m wrong.”

“how did you know?”

“you only ever ordered the same drink most of the time,” he says with a straight face, as if calculating in the inside of his mind while looking you in the eye “and whenever i offered you our specials, you only like those that taste sweet or those that fit well with coffee.”

it took you a couple of seconds to reply, and it’s with how you were amazed by his observational skills, a soft and short chuckle leaving your system. “you’re really good. yeah, i actually don’t enjoy my tea when it’s cold.”

he types in your order with a small smirk on his face, and you had to control yourself from not getting flustered by how you were getting to have the chance to see this side of him—one that is far from his formalities as a worker to a customer. it gives you the opportunity to witness and to feel how close he was as a person, like you, sort of like a middle ground. like how milk and coffees are to tobio and you.

“you look like you just won a billion yen.”

you giggled as you sat down in front of tobio, not even trying to hide the giddy, fuzzy feeling you were feeling on the inside now that you were quite far away from the subject of affection.

“maybe i just did.” you say, the scenes of earlier playing by your mind.

this change, this sort of change; you didn’t mind it. him talking to you, you convinced yourself it was a good kind of change that you would gladly adjust upon.

once again, the day passes by in a blur, and tomorrow comes again.

“(y/n)-san!”

your name being called early in the morning by a voice is one thing that you did not expect when you went out of your shared apartment with your brother, and are now walking your way to school.

“ojiro-san,” you acknowledged the call, “good morning.”

“ah, yeah good morning as well.” he greets, finally catching up on your form while slightly panting from jogging towards your way.

“uhm,” you interjected, brows furrowed together as you twiddled upon the earbud that you had to unplug from your ear the moment you heard the counsellor’s call. “-is there something you needed to tell me?” it took a whole lot from you not to act irritated than you usually do whenever you are enjoying a peaceful walk to class, but it’s not as if you expected to have an early conversation with someone as well. it’s not like there’s a lot of people who like having your company other than tobio—you’re not even sure if he enjoys being with you. you’re not really the talkative type either so it’s a win-win situation for everyone. the only times you’d actually like having to initiate a conversation is with the barista at your current favorite cafe.

“ah, nothing much, but could you give this to your brother and tell him that i already found someone for him? oh wait, do you know about it?” he says as he hands you over the same folders that you handed to him early on yesterday. at first, it took you awhile to process his vague question until it finally hit you.

oh right, the very big change coming up for your life.

you nod, tucking the folders by your side. and just when you were about to speak, the sound of the bell rang over your heads that you had to exchange a quick goodbye or else you’re going to be late on your first subject again.

“thanks, (y/n).” koushi smiles brightly at you, despite his quite opposite state, as per usual. apparently, your brother thinks he’s such a great pretender, especially towards you. although you understand his intentions as well and that’s to be positive in front of you to not burden you with his own problems. how did you know? well, he is your brother, you not only knew him because you had been together ever since, but you have some of his bad habits as well, including this.

when you handed him the folders, you watched as he opened them, but you already knew what’s its contents, that's why you didn’t bother to look. leaving the faculty room, you never knew there would come a day where you’d miss going there often.

though before you could even go back peacefully to your classroom and grab both your bag and tobio, the moment you turned to a corner and there, you bumped into someone.

“watch where you’re going, fatass.”

“hey, ain’t you the kid from elementary? wow, you never changed, have ya?”

your whole body ran cold that you froze there, in the middle of the now-empty hallway, unable to breathe properly than you should. scenarios of the past then came like a film at the back of your mind, playing ever so carelessly as they indulge such negative emotions that now rushes through your veins.

a touch was all it took to bring you back to reality, and you heard a familiar voice that probably kept calling you all this time.

brown eyes—the person in front of you had such as his voice chants your name like a prayer, a plea to make you stay sane.

“are you alright? (y/n)-san?” wait… you know that voice.

you just know you had to save yourself from drowning—or was he the one who’s pulling you out?

“shinsuke?” you stuttered; hesitant, unsure. after all, how could someone like him come here at your school? is he delivering orders now?

“are you doing okay? you look pale… do you want me to take you to the clinic? just guide me where and i’ll help you, do you want me to carry you? he barged you with so many questions that your still-hazed mind failed to cope up with most of them. the only thing in your mind is him and how he seemed to have come at such a perfect timing.

“uh-no, it’s alright, i’m alright.” you tried to convince him, but it’s not like you were lying anyway. the moment you saw him, everything else have faded away—at least you tried them to be.

“maybe i should take you outside. come on, you look like you’re in need of some fresh air.” he didn’t ask you furthermore and took you gently by the wrist, ushering you to follow his lead, as if he was the one who had been on these school grounds for years and not you. you doubt he even knew his way around and was just trying to calm you down in some way.

you liked it though. you liked how his warm hand touches your skin, how his mere presence drowns away every other negative thought as if they were dust, too miniscule to even worry about. you liked his soft eyes and how they expressed his concern for you in his own way of doing so. and you liked how his comforting voice soothed over your tensed muscles, as if they massaged their way through just to ease up the bundles of tension in them.

perhaps what you feel towards this man, shinsuke, is more than just a simple admiration that lasted for months. you haven’t given much thought over it in fear that you might not be able to move on and get over, but they were growing day by day, little by little, and now you’re beginning to scold yourself for only realizing it now when it’s too late,

“shinsuke-san,”

you urged the both of you to halt, the murmurs and whispers that you passed by dissipated into faded echoes now that he is looking at you by his ever-so-soft stare, gazing at you with one that you could never fathom what he’s thinking about as he does so. he’s just mysterious, but it’s what makes him too exciting and thrilling to unfold; to see the layers that lay underneath that shell of his, like a crab, protecting its delicious contents, or a pearl inside a seashell. you were sure he’s beautiful inside and out.

that’s why you can’t just shut your mouth about it. you just have to get it out, it’s now or never.

because you’ve never felt like this to anyone, and you sure doubt you’d ever again.

“i love you.” you say, the words slipping out smoothly, rolling by your tongue easier than you ever thought it would. and the moment you realized you were able to let them out, a wave of relief washes over you, it was like your own body and mind was telling you to go and say it, beckoning you to open your heart, no matter what change may come your way.

the look he gave you showed a reaction you’ve never seen from him; furrowed brows, halted expression, it was clear that he was baffled with your sudden confession and that in no way would you have a chance of getting a happy ending today--not that it mattered much. your intention was merely to get it out of your chest.

and you’ve got no regret about that.

“what are-you’re supposed to prioritize yourself first. come on, let me take you to the clinic.” he continued to pull you away, as if that was what he intends to do with your feelings and supposedly-hidden desires for him that are now out in the open. it’s not as if that was what he was doing, but for you, it probably was what he’d do if he took your confession seriously.

“have you eaten your lunch yet, sugawara-san? i mean, (y/n), would you prefer to be called that way instead?” the nurse inquires as she tries to see if there was anything wrong with you aside from the claim of shinsuke’s description of you being pale and quite unresponsive since he apparently spent about a minute or two trying to bring you back to reality. you think he’s just over exaggerating, but you wouldn’t be surprised if that was hailed as the truth by the heavens. after all, there is a very good reason for that to happen anyway.

“uhm, i think i ate a piece of brea, or two.” you say, pondering over it for a moment, trying to recall the happenings before you suddenly remembered to deliver to your brother the folders that the counsellor asked you to do so. “and i don’t mind either way, but i do think it would be best to call my by (y/n) instead.”

by the end, the nurse only gave you an advice to eat more and drink water whilst also giving you some vitamin that you forgot what’s it’s called because you were too busy admiring shinsuke who’s from the side, trying to discuss with the nurse with regards to what could have possibly happened to you.

“thank you, by the way.” you say as you and him walk side by side, on the way towards the exit of the premises since you insisted that you take him there in return to accompanying you at the clinic earlier. “you shouldn’t have done it, but you still did. i’m grateful for that.”

shinsuke looks at you in the eye and your heart starts to beat faster again without your permission.

“there’s no need to thank me, but you should take care of yourself. you can never be full with just a loaf of bread.”

you nervously chuckled, your fingers twiddling as you averted your gaze to the ground. “i had to do something so i got up and abandoned my food, sorry about that.”

“don’t say sorry to me, you should apologize to yourself.”

now you didn’t know he was this naggy, but it surprisingly doesn’t irritate you more than how it should be for most people. it might have been because of your own feelings, but it doesn’t matter, it shouldn’t, anyway.

“still, thank you.” you say, a cheeky smile on your face, one you think you’ve never shown to just anyone, a look that even your brother or tobio would be surprised at because you rarely display it for them either. for shinsuke, it seems that all your insecurities are thrown away, as if your breathing is not withheld and you’re not drowning anymore. no matter how you’ve looked at it, the way shinsuke’s presence makes you more comfortable than you would to anyone else is unusual for you, but you’re on the borderline of being comfortable and not in the situation. if you were asked, you’re kind of.. calm.

“are you coming by at the cafe later? i’d treat you to a cinnamon bun if you’d lie. that’s your favorite, right?”

if you looked flustered, you didn’t have much time to hide them for you were already beaming like the sun from his words, the combination of his offer and your feelings mixing well together to form how you’d react to such a question.

“are you asking me for a date?” a sudden burst of confidence, one might say, but you’re having fun with it, in spite of the newness of the situation and circumstance, urging you to come out of your comfort zone, and shinsuke’s indulging you a bit more.

“as long as you eat, then you may call it that way.”

oh how you’d want to repeat that moment over and over, never changing until the end of time, even if it’s obviously not going to happen.

not when your future is about to change.

#kita x reader #haikyuu x reader #shinsuke kita #haikyuu x you #kita x you

[sgrayonderii]

postscript

SSM20 prompt #23: Something beautiful

Sarada makes a few observations about her parents. (Rated K)

(Kind of companion piece to this and this.)

She doesn’t remember much of Papa.

The village is convinced he is somewhere between a vagabond and a menace. The Seventh can’t decide whether to praise or insult him. But Mama makes him out to be a big softie, a gentle man whose heart is as vast as the ocean. 

And when Sarada reunites with her father again, she can’t help but feel hurt. 

Sasuke Uchiha is a man on a mission. Unflinching in the throws of danger. Unconcerned with his missing wife and the rumors of his supposed infidelity. Willing to do anything to get results. His no-nonsense, cold attitude makes her heart clench. 

It angers her.

After all it is one thing to forget his child’s face, but another to forget his wife. Even though it hurts to think that she mattered very little, Sasuke Uchiha hasn’t seen his daughter in years so the logical part of her understands if he cannot place the girl she is now with the small child he left behind. 

Sarada decides forgetting his wife is much more unforgivable. Mama still speaks of her estranged husband with so much affection whereas his own were supposedly subjective at best. Her mama shouldn’t be kept waiting for a man who would never return. 

It is as if leaving never affected him. As if in the grand scheme of things, his little family barely registered. 

Yet, when Sarada watches her father gently help her mama up after her battle, her clenches for a different reason. 

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Upon her father’s return, there is noticeable change to her mama. 

Suddenly there is a bit more spring in her step. Mama smiles more readily. Her laugh is a bit more carefree. 

Mama flutters around. Always blushing, always flustered, and spoiling her husband rotten. She gets tongue-tied when her husband addresses her softly and glows with a faint radiance when he clasps her hand. 

To be honest, Sarada thinks it is kind of cute how her mother is still acting like a maiden in love rather than a woman who had been married for years. As if everyday her mama is falling in love all over again. 

Although Sarada does not know her father as well as she would have liked, there is an obvious difference in his behavior at home compared to the man she met on the road. 

He is still just as aloof and just as reserved, but a bit more relaxed. He lets mama lean on his shoulder and brushes the hair out her face and dotes on her mother quietly. Her father even listens with rapt attention as her mama chatters away about this and that and gossip he has no interest in. 

Her papa is much softer when he is with her mother. And Sarada can see just how much Mama means to him.

At that moment Sarada does not want her papa to leave again. 

There is just something beautiful about her parent’s relationship. How despite distance and time and everything in between, their love never wavers. 

And it angers her that her mama and her papa have to be satisfied only with these small moments.

Yet in these stolen moments, where her papa and her mama sit side by side and the world around them melts away, her heart clenches. 

She cannot help but smile. 

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It turns out, no one in the Uchiha household is a morning person. 

When Sarada shuffles into the kitchen much too early to be humanly awake, she is surprised to find her father equally as bleary-eyed already in the kitchen. 

He is standing in front of the coffee pot, glaring at the machine as if personally offended by the contraption. When the bubbling stops, he pulls a thermos out of the cupboard and empties the entire pot.

Sarada watches as he adds cream and an unhealthy amount of sugar. Her papa takes a small sip and before screwing on the lid. She isn’t sure if it’s because it’s too early or just a trick of light but Papa winces in disgust 

Papa then moves to the rice cooker and begins to make packed lunches.

Mama comes stumbling a few minutes later. “Oh my gosh, I’m so late!” She scrambles to find her ID badge and stethoscope.

“I’ll see you two later!” Her Mama kisses her forehead and pecks her husband’s cheek before rushing to the door. 

Papa catches her at the entryway as she is on her way out. He hands her a piece of toast, the bento he had just finished making, and the thermos on the counter. 

Her mama’s cheeks flush and she stutters a quiet thank you. Papa wishes her a nice day and ushers her out the door. 

When Papa returns to the kitchen, he finds Sarada is sitting at the table smiling coyly. 

“What.”

“Oh nothing Papa.” His reddening ears only make her smile wider.

A/N: I’ve been experiencing a bit of writer’s block so this one wasn’t as polished as I would have liked. Happy SSM20! Stay safe and thank you for reading!

#sasusaku #ssm20 #ssm20d23 #sasusaku month #sasusaku fanfiction #sarada uchiha #sakura uchiha #Sasuke Uchiha #sgrayonderii #sgrayonder

[handicappedwriter]

魔王を黙れ! (Shut Up Demon King! / Maō o damare!)

A reverse harem concept but it's like a harem.

Summary: In a world where everyone's position in the world is based around the year you were born in. There are three types of years: King, Queen, and Knight. Aki (MC) was a king born in a yakuza family. She just moved to a new school due to some 'family incident', there she immediately gained the nickname 'Demon King' due to her sharp tongue and tendency to refuse Queens' advances. But with her family (her mother more specifically) constantly urging her to "Find a wife and get married already!" she needs to learn to hold herself back if she wants to make friends/find a Queen.

Okay, terrible summary done. Now meet the cast:

Aki

VA: WIP

King

Born to a yakuza family.

Knows how to fight. 

Is mean to her harem, she says things like: You are not that pretty. Are you that low in self esteem that you need confirmation from a pervert? Fuck off slut.

Even though she is mean she is actually quite chivalrous, she has saved her harem from many situations. She is only mean because queens won't stop bothering her.

Only has two friends, a childhood friend who lives next door and another king she befriended at the new school.

Now for the Harem Boys 

Haru

VA: Takahiro Sakurai

Queen

Fruit/Flower Associated: Plum, Plum Blossom.

MC saves him from bullying when they were kids and they've been friends ever since.

Acts like Aki's wife. Cleans her room and makes her bento everyday.

Cherry (chan)

VA: Sato Takuya

Queen

Fruit/Flower Associated: Cherry, Cherry Blossom.

The tallest in the group. By 1 cm from Aki.

The school's idol. 

Attention seeker.

One time Aki said he wasn't that pretty, he despise her ever since.

After his arc he became slightly more fond of her and became Aki's first follower (but he still doesn't forget their first meeting).

Kendo Club.

Angsty background??? 

Ichigo (chan)

VA: Nobuhiko Okamoto

Queen

Fruit/Flower Associated: Strawberry, Rhododendron.

Cherry's best friend.

Cute and mysterious.

Follows Cherry in becoming Aki's follower.

Kazuya

VA: Tomoaki Maeno

Queen

Fruit/Flower Associated: Melon, Amaryllis.

The popular Queen in school.

Likes to date a lot of Kings and break their hearts.

Aki rejects him and he went berserk because HE HAS NEVER BEEN REJECTED BEFORE F YOU AKI!

After his arc he became Aki's follower too. (But he's still mad at her though).

Kyudou Club, best aim out of all members.

Yurihiko

VA: Hiroshi Kamiya

Queen

Fruit/Flower Associated: Pomegranate, White Lily.

Smartest student in class.

Has an annoying brocon big sister.

His arc is about him being Aki's tutor.

Diligent student by day, prostitute at night. (Sister doesn't know about this).

Other cast members:

Mai

VA: WIP

King

Was the only one willing to get close to MC. 

"We are friends now, I decide it, no getting out of it!"

Energetic and a pervert. 

The harem boys (and many queens) finds her gross.

Akira

VA: WIP

King

Yurihiko's annoying brocon big sister.

School's infamous delinquet.

Hates Aki because she thinks she's tainting her little brother's innocence.

Her and Yurihiko are orphans.

Oh yes, and everybody in the cast can fight to some extent.

#original #original character #reverse harem #tw prostitution

[7team7]

Choosing Fate: Chapter 4

Helping or hurting? // Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

A/N: Happy birthday to the best girl ever, Uchiha Sakura!! I also posted a super short one shot yesterday, so consider that an homage to her as well :D

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After the strangeness of living with a new family wore off a bit, Sakura started growing dreadfully bored. She couldn’t think about her parents and siblings for too long without growing teary eyed. The house was quiet most of the time, even when the entire family was home. Even when she tiptoed, she felt like the floors always creaked beneath her feet and she could never achieve the silent grace of the Uchihas. 

She tried making small talk with Sasuke but it usually ended quickly and in an awkward silence. It seemed that to him, a good life was a productive life, so he often met her efforts with a cutting, “What are you doing?” If she wasn’t keeping busy, it didn’t seem worth his time or understanding.

The jokes and smiles that flowed so freely in her childhood home were nowhere to be found here. She tried to think of different ways to spend time with him that didn’t include eating with his parents. He was a tough nut to crack. If they had to court each other before marriage, they both would’ve done a terrible job, she thought.

When she found him in their room packing up for another trip with his father one morning — this time, hunting — she offered to go with him, as silly as it sounded. She was just desperate. 

But Sasuke didn’t see the point at all and quickly wrote her off, “There’s no need. You would just get in the way. We’re almost ready anyways.”

She bit her lip, “Ah, you’re right. Sorry, I wasn’t sure. Just trying to help. This whole marriage thing is new to me too.” She forced out a laugh. 

“Sakura,” he started awkwardly, “I don’t want this just as much as you don’t.” He had paused in his packing and found her wringing her hands with a hopeful expression, but the light quickly dimmed in her eyes after he finished speaking. 

What were meant to be words of comfort were interpreted as words of cruelty, words that distanced. “I know you don’t want me, Sasuke,” she said, already exasperated. “But you don’t have to always make it seem that way. You can pretend for a second and be nice to me.” 

In a moment of frustration, he spit, “We don’t have to love each other to be married, you know.”

Sakura laughed without humor, “Trust me, I know. You think I want to love someone like you, let alone be married? Like you said, this is as bad as it is for me as it is for you. At least I’m trying to make the best of things.” Everyday, she discovered ways they were different. She didn’t understand him, but she wanted to. He was making it near impossible; they wouldn’t make any progress when she was always being kept at arm’s length. 

She marched out of their room quickly and left him to continue his preparations. She didn’t want to cry, and she knew seeing his face would’ve set her off. An apology rested on the tip of his tongue, but his pride held it back. 

He felt a strange sense of guilt settle in the bottom of his stomach when she still sent him off with a perfectly made bento.

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It had been two weeks since Sasuke returned from the hunting trip and things were icy between him and Sakura. She was always polite, but she wasn’t extending herself the way she used to. Even if he knew he could find the answer through introspection, he wondered what was wrong with her. The house felt dimmer than ever.

Their little argument faded into the background when new and more important issues needed to be addressed. What Mikoto originally waved off as spring allergies eventually revealed itself to be a nasty flu. “It’s all the pollen in the air, you know,” she insisted even after her first attempt at speaking was cut off by a bout of coughing. Where Sasuke was panicked and uncertain, Sakura was calm and composed — the water to his fire.

Sasuke admired how Sakura never left her bedside and cared for her when he couldn’t. He was surprised, even, that she would dedicate so much time to someone who, while friendly with her, was still a bit of a stranger. It would’ve been more convenient to call a doctor, but Sakura claimed she had it under control. His father, stoic as ever, still proceeded with all their plans. Even Itachi and Izumi were forbidden to visit lest they catch the same flu and spread it around. “She has Sakura,” Fugaku said matter of factly when Sasuke expressed concern over leaving Mikoto alone. They set out on a scheduled trip, taking care to wash up, but trusting Mikoto in Sakura’s hands.

When Sasuke was at home, he still left it to Sakura as she proved to be far more capable than him. Her hearty soups and cups of tea were always heated to the perfect temperature. She washed the bedding often, making sure her mother-in-law was always as comfortable as possible. She carried a heavy bucket of water into the room to keep a damp cloth on Mikoto’s forehead without spilling a drop. She even ordered Sasuke to go to the market and buy a specific herb that was nowhere to be found in their kitchen. 

Upon returning, he found her asleep against the foot of the bed. He felt bad that he had to wake her up, but he had no idea what to do with said herb. He felt, in a word, useless. But Sakura roused easily and thanked him as she blinked the sleep away. He watched as she expertly ground it into a fine powder, adding it to another cup of tea. Sasuke made a note of the process; next time he would let her sleep.

Anyone who displayed so much care for his mother was worthy of praise, he decided. 

He caught her in the backyard enjoying the brilliant sunset and a bit of fresh air after she deemed Mikoto healthy again, a week later. “I wanted to say thank you for taking such good care of her,” he started. “She always wanted a daughter, and I know she was sad when Itachi and Izumi moved out. Both my parents felt that way, really. She was very happy when it was decided that you would move in so soon after.” He didn’t really know why he was telling her all of this — in fact, it was probably the largest amount of words he’d ever said to her — but it felt like he owed her now more than ever. 

Sakura laughed lightly, “Well, I’m glad at least one person was happy I came here.” It really was reassuring, she had felt like an intruder for so long. Honestly, Mikoto was lovely and Sakura would willingly help her anytime. The circumstances of them living together were just a little unfortunate. Sasuke responded very seriously, “It’s not just her who appreciates it.” She, in spite of all her annoying tendencies, was growing on him. When he noticed the pretty blush dusting her cheeks, he quickly changed the subject. He really didn’t want to explore the implications of his words or her reaction.

“How did you even know what to do?” Sasuke asked bluntly. 

Sakura laughed again, and Sasuke still couldn’t help notice the way the fullness of her pink cheeks made her eyes crease at the corners. Such a useless piece of information, yet he couldn’t look away. “I have so many siblings, someone is always sick. We usually couldn’t afford an actual doctor, so it was always up to me to figure things out.” Sasuke nodded and looked out into the yard. None of the grasses or plants were quite the color of her eyes. 

He found himself thinking she’d make an amazing mother. He had been praised for his looks his whole life, and he took after his mother. He knew if their child took after Sakura, they would be beautiful.

He headed back inside when he noticed his heart rate speeding up. He tried convincing himself that maybe he was just getting sick too.

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After Mikoto made a complete recovery, she set out to visit her friends and family that had been kept away by Sakura’s orders. And once again, without someone or something to attend to, Sakura only felt trapped inside the house. The chores she used to despise growing up were ones she now wished she could pass the time doing. Was her father minding his back in the fields? Were her mother’s joints hurting with the change in the weather? 

Sasuke noticed Sakura staring out the window, looking terribly bored and melancholy on more than one occasion. He finally found the time to stop and talk to her, something he knew he should do more often.

“What are you doing?” He had something to give her, but was she..busy?

“I want my life back,” she stated dully while continuing to look out the window.

He sighed. She didn’t even try to sugarcoat it. Their marriage wasn’t his choice, but he was beginning to feel like some of her misery was directly a result of his neglect. And he didn’t like the way that weighed on him. “I’m not a thief,” he answered simply before placing a thick book on the table next to her, titled A Beginners Guide to Medicine.

He had never seen her eyes so bright.

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Sasuke took it upon himself to tutor Sakura from that point on. Even if they weren’t yet suited to being husband and wife, they didn’t have to ignore each other’s existence. Tutoring her gave him a goal, it helped orient their relationship. And she was an excellent student: diligent and hungry for knowledge. 

He discovers that there are gaps in her education, from times when she had to devote herself to helping in the fields or raising her siblings. He had always thought of being educated as a binary: either you are or you aren’t. She hardly seemed embarrassed, rather she was more determined to catch up to Sasuke’s level. He admired her impetus and found himself regretting taking his school days for granted. He couldn’t help but think the village would have been a lot more prosperous if someone like Sakura had been allowed to put her mind to solving its problems. 

Sakura grew to admire Sasuke, just a little bit. He was a strict teacher, but a knowledgeable and clear one. She had his full attention for once, and his intensity was impressive.

She privately decides to accept the book and his teachings as a birthday gift.

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A/N: I wanted to draw parallels to Sakura taking care of Sarada, and provide some sneak peeks into how Sakura gets into medicine in this AU. Also anyone catch the New Order reference?? Haha superheated is one of my favorite songs ever, so I just wanted to throw something in when I got the chance. There’s a lot packed into this chapter, hopefully it was ok! Sakura please tell everyone to stay home and flatten the curve :(

#sasusaku #fan fic #my writing #arranged marriage AU #happybirthdaysakura

[grimmjowkurosakidrake]

My wife

Sumary: Sasuke is everyone’s crush in the animal shelter he works at until they find out he’s married.

Characters: Sasuke Uchiha, Tamaki, Karin Uzumaki, Naruto Uzumaki, Sakura Uchiha.

Relationships: Sasuke Uchiha/Sakura Uchiha, Everyone/Sasuke Uchiha (Unrquited).

Warnings: Non canon bisexuality.

Notes: This fic was inspired by this tweet! Also I thought about Sasuke being the C.E.O of an important comany but then I thought... What is more heartbreaking, your cold unreachable boss being married? or your kind coworker who shares the same passions as you?

Uchiha-san is not the sort of man you imagine working for an animal shelter. Whit his brooding good looks, his whole tall, dark and handsome persona, he looks more like the C.E.O of multinational business than the kind vet who helps little animals to find new homes and loving families.

For what Tamaki has heard from his grandma, Uchiha-san is indeed the heir of an international company. His father and grandfather are still active on it but his brother is actually the acting C.E.O of Uchiha Inc, now.

The fact that Uchiha-san choose to defy his own family in order to pursue a profession that wouldn’t give him even a third of the money he could’ve easily make as part of the company that belonged to him by right, warms her soul and make her heart leap in ways that she hadn’t felt in a long time.

She’s not the only one, though. He is really handsome after all, and Tamaki’s sure that he’s part of the reason that theirs is the animal shelter with one of the highest adoption rates in the whole city and also one of the shelters with the highest number of volunteers.

“Sasuke-kun is just so handsome.” Sighs Karin, one of their latest volunteers this year, as she sees Uchiha-san feed their biggest dogs, his face stoic as ever but soft at the edges. A well-rounded man, thinks Tamaki, kind and mature.

“He’s not just handsome!” She berates the woman, after all, Karin is one of the many girls and boys who came to adopt a cat or something and stayed for the chance of keeping the elusive Uchiha Sasuke for themselves.

Up until now, no one has had the luck, Uchiha-san is not a recluse by any means, he would accept outings and invitations to go for a drink between collages but no one has been able to land a single date ever since he first started working for her grandma’s animal shelter.

Tamaki has been the only one who hadn’t asked, too shy and insecure to even think about the possibility of approaching him with romantic intentions.

But sometimes, late at night, when she’s left alone on her bed looking at her roof in contemplation, she allows herself to think that maybe, just maybe. These four years of working side to side sharing their passion for animals have united them far beyond the professional side of their relationship.

That maybe, he’s been refusing every single invitation and filtration because he’s in love with her.

What would he say if she dared to invite him out to dinner? Would he refuse her even after all these years of unspoken confidence and companionship? Would he treat her like he treats all the girls and boys that can’t seem to see him as more than a rich attractive man?

In the depts of her heart, she suspects that he would not. Late at night, when she dares to hope, she dreams that she’s the woman who would finally keep the heart of the ever kind, Uchiha-san that only she knows.

“I know that!” Complains Karin, holding the little kitten she was feeding close to her chest, “You’re not the only one who sees Sasuke-kun for who he is. You know?” Then, as if she could read her mind, the redhead smirks, “You’re not special.”

Tamaki is about to answer her when Uchiha-san appeared behind them, a little runt puppy on his hands “Are you ready for the meting?” he asks, his voice firm but soft, he doesn’t smile, but there’s no animosity on his expression. “We need to agree in the founding’s for this month and we also, need to plan for future adoption campaigns,” explains the vet.

“Yes!” Exclaims Tamaki, suddenly shy all over again in the presence of the man she likes. “Just wait a minute while I go and bring grandma to the meeting room, please.”

She doesn’t allow Uchiha-san to answer her before she bolts out of the feeding area, leaving Uchiha-san with Karin.

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Karin would never say she feels lonely, already on the verge of thirty and as painfully single as she was three years ago when her last girlfriend broke up with her because she didn’t want to date a girl who insisted in being bisexual, as if she could change the way she was born and the way she loved.

Karin is no longer upset about this like she was the first few months in her newfound singlehood, but she would be lying if she said the she came out of this relationship with the same level of trust on her loved ones that she had before the breakup.

Maybe not everyone will be as open minded about her, and maybe she shouldn’t believe that everyone she loves will love her in return unconditionally.

But a kitten will.

That is what she thinks when she enters the closest animal shelter she can find near her apartment, that a kitten will never leave her and will only remain loyal to her as long as she remembers to pet them and feed them.

The first person to greet her is Sasuke-kun. He smiles awkwardly and maintains the safest of distances with her when he asks her about what she’s looking in a future pet. Karin can appreciate this, most men these days wouldn’t even think about giving her the space she needs when talking to a complete stranger.

The first thought that she has about him is not about his beautiful face or the way he towers over her, but the fact that he’s the most considerate man she’s met in a long time.

The days after, even when she sits with her little Hime-chan purring on her legs as she binge-watches the first chapters of The Untamed, she can’t stop thinking about Sasuke-kun.

She can’t stop thinking about his deep dark eyes, about the expanse of his torso or the way his big hands held the little kittens with so much care the poor babies wouldn’t stop purring.

She would purr too, if Sasuke-kun deemed her worthy enough to touch with that much care, she’s sure of it.

Just a few weeks pass before she decides to volunteer to work in the shelter, and even thought she’s not the only one.

Karin is sure she will be the last.

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“What can we do about the oldest animals?” Asks Naruto, talking directly to Sasuke and ignoring everyone else as he usually does, his bright blue eyes, searching for Sasuke’s owns dark ones.

“There’s nothing we can do,” grumbles Kiba, maybe the only volunteer in the whole shelter who isn’t awfully infatuated with Uchiha Sasuke, “if the public doesn’t want to adopt the older pets, we sure as hell can’t force them.”

Sasuke frowns at this “Surely there must be something we could…” he tries to argue before his cellphone starts ringing. The huawei, sakura drop tone melody filling the entire room.

Usually, Sasuke would never answer his phone in the middle of a meeting, but he never cancels a call when it comes with that particular ringtone.

“Would you excuse me for a minute?” He asks to the room in general, “I really need to take this call.”

When the whole room allows him to answer, he quickly presses the phone to his ear, “Sakura?” he asks to the person at the other end of the call, “Is there something wrong?”

His coworkers watch immersed on his conversation as a deep frown marries his face, two perfectly sculpted set of brows drawn together in worry as he hears what this Sakura answers him, “I understand,” he sighs. “Don’t worry, dear, I’ll come and get her.”

Karin gasps when she hears the word dear, Naruto frowns and Tamaki, whimpers from the back of her throat, but no one is prepared for Sasuke to smile just a little as he ends the call with a clear and warm “I love you.”

“I’m sorry,” he tells them eventually, “I have to go. My daughter’s daycare center just called because she has a fever and my wife is in the middle of surgery.” He sounds apologetic for having to leave them, but he doesn’t sound responsible for the breaking of their collective hearts.

Maybe they were wrong, maybe Sasuke Uchiha was really just a cruel man.

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They eventually meet Sakura Uchiha when she comes over to the shelter with five sets of little assorted bento boxes filled to the brim with beautiful wagashi sweets molded to look like sakura flowers in gratitude for them.

“Hi” she smiles, her whole face luminous and clear, making her look like an idol. “I’m Sakura Uchiha and I just wanted to thank you for taking care of my husband.”

They couldn’t deny her even if they wanted. Sakura, with her pink hair and big, green eyes, was just as beautiful and kind looking as her husband.  

One look at her and they instantly understood the type of woman who was enough to steal the heart of the ever elusive Sasuke Uchiha. The type of woman who could call him husband everyday and be called wife in return.

They made a beautiful pair, they had to admit. It was as if the belonged together.

#Sasuke Uchiha #Sakura Haruno #sakura uchiha #sasusaku #sasusaku fic #sasusaku au #sasusaku prompts

[doodlydoki]

Ooo can I get some headcanons with Aizawa who’s wife is an aerospace(aircraft)engineer? She’s passionate about her job and she’s good at what she does...but sometimes she forgets to take care of herself? Maybe a bit of fluff? Thank you❤️❤️❤️

#8 Aerospace Aircraft Engineer (HC)

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Thank you for the request Anon!! I've never done headcannons before and I had to do some research on aircraft engineering, so I hope I did your request justice. Enjoy~!

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Headcannons:

You and Aizawa don’t see each other a lot during work days. He has his teaching and hero job while you work as an aerospace aircraft engineer.

While his routine makes him work from 8 to 5 as a teacher and 11 to 2 as a hero, your schedule, compared to his, is a little more diverse.

Don’t get me wrong, you do have your regular hours, but as an engineer you often get called in for emergency repairs and maintenance checks. 

All planes, satellites, helicopters etc. must be checked and ready for take off, on top of that you and your team try to find a way to create new systems and more sustainable aircraft designs. An important and responsible job which you take seriously. 

You don't mind working the extra hours on top of your regular ones, always ready to work those unsuspecting extra shifts if it means that the technological progression can run smoothly. 

Aizawa respects your attitude towards the job, but came to realise one day that you often forget to take care of yourself, and instead, invest that care into your work

You often skip a meal or miss a few hours of sleep, refuse to take a break, a breather. You're invested to the task at hand and he knows he does it too when it comes to hero- and paperwork, but he still worries about your well being, because he knows that while you are doing maintenance you don't really feel the fatigue of the long hours you work and he's afraid you'll overwork yourself because of it

How he takes care of you:

He notices that sometimes you are in need of some extra rest and doting, if that day has been especially stressful

He will dim the lights, grab fluffy blankets and pillows and make the couch a cosy fortress, pulling you into his arms and letting you relax after a long tiring day. 

Will put on a movie or read you a book to help you relax or let's you just nap on his chest, comfortably in his arms

Will nap happily with you

You have to get up sooner than him so you usually make breakfast while he sleeps some more

You always get ready first and do breakfast last, because aizawa will get up a little earlier to have breakfast with you right before you leave

He will make bento's every evening before hero work in case you have to get up extra early because of an emergency call, that way you can grab the bento and eat at work

He wont have it again that you leave without having breakfast and taking any lunch with you so you have to work hours till your break on an empty stomach.

If you have an exhausting week in general then he will let you stay in bed on days you are both off

More like you don't have a choice

Will securely wrap his arms around you so you can't leave the bed until it's noon

"It's been a long week for the both of us, you need rest so try to get some more sleep."

He's out like a light after that

Worried, tired husband just wants to cuddle and nap with you

He doesn't see you a lot everyday so, when he can, he just wants to load his battery up, together with you, before the week starts all over again❤️

#aizawa shouta #aizawa #aizawa shouta x reader #bnha aizawa #doodlydoki #mha aizawa #aizawa x reader #bnha #boku no hero academia #eraserhead #my hero academia #shouta aizawa #shouta aizawa x reader #8