Yelena Birthday: January 21 Height: 190cm - “Our Crybaby Hero”

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Yelena

● Birthday: January 21 ● Height: 190cm ● Weight: 63kg ● Affiliation: Anti-Marley volunteer, Eren and Zeke worshiper, and the woman who caused confusion in the wall and worshiped Zeke and Eren as gods. An anti-Marley volunteer who devotes everything to the execution of the “Death Plan”. Although she is actually a genuine Marley, she pretended to be from a small country overtaken/destroyed by Marley, and her identity is mostly unknown other than that she was at the center of the story of wanting to save the world with Zeke (Vol. 32, Episode 127, etc.).

(Most of the information was translated to English by using Google translate, so I’m sorry if anything is written wrong or something along those lines)

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Smelly – Zanka x readeranime: gachiakutawc 474 – f!reader

You covered your mouth and nose with both hands, wide eyes grazing over your boyfriend when he came back from picking up a new cleaner, whom Enjin wanted him to train. “You smell.”

Zanka’s face twisted as he pinched between his eyes. “Yes, I do. I was assaulted.”

Slowly, you reached out as if to comfort him, your other hand still holding your nose, then you drew back, realising you actually didn’t want to get any closer. “That’s terrible, honey.”

Your unconvincing support was punctuated with a gag, and Zanka started stomping away. “You’re not being a very sweet and loving girlfriend,” he grumbled.

“And you’re currently not a very tempting boyfriend. Go catch a shower, pretty boy.”

It took a while for Zanka to return to the common room, but he looked much more at peace. He kept his back straight, always so concerned with how the other cleaners saw him.

But he was never worried about showing he cared for you. His arm slid around your waist and you reclined into his side. Leaning in, he pecked your temple. “Do I smell better now?” he asked, a little teasing.

“I’d say you do.” You affectionately eyed how his cheeks had gone a little red from all the hot water, and were about to return the peck when you stopped.

Zanka, ready for his reward, frowned at your uncertainty. “You can’t be serious.”

You pursed your lips, trying to hold back your laughter while talking to him under your breath to not embarrass him. “Enjin said you had poop on your cheek too,” you practically whispered.

The horror that exploded on Zanka’s face was comical, and then it turned to disbelief when you snickered. “You think I didn’t wash my face ten times already?!”

Now the two of you were almost play-fighting, Zanka leaning closer in an attempt to get his kiss and you pushing him away on pure principle at this point.

Until someone cleared their throat, making the two of you freeze and look to the side, finding Enjin and Rudo.

You grinned, fully pushing Zanka off you to wave at Rudo. “Hi! I’m y/n, nice to meet ya!”

“Rudo,” he answered you to the sound of Zanka’s dissatisfaction.

You ignored Zanka, nodding at Rudo to emphasise how you already knew his name. “I know, I’m a big fan of your work.”

Glancing at your boyfriend, you snickered again at how his jaw dropped, betrayal beaming from his eyes.

“You’re so-“ And as Zanka tried to grab you for whatever vengeance he planned, you ran away, laughing manically while he ran after you.

Enjin sighed and shook his head, looking down at Rudo the question mark.

“They’re together. Total lovebirds.”

Rudo blushed wildly and dismissed the topic, but this would not be the last time he met Zanka’s biggest weakness.

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── ⟡ ˙ Pixelated Kisses ̟ ⊹ Zanka Nijiku x Reader

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — Where Zanka doesn't want to admit that he's missing you, because that’s totally average. But, this ache in his chest isn’t going to subside until he hears your voice again.

warnings - implied Cleaner!reader, gn!reader, Zanka is a certified yearner. established relationship! Zanka’s "southern" accent, praise, reader is a lil tease here and there, tiny second-hand embarrassment moment toward the end, slight spoilers for Gachiakuta manga.

𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 - Hi again! This is crazy; I did not expect to get so much notice for my Tamsy fic. Thank you so, so, so much! Your interactions mean the world. This is a quick drabble of 'tooth-rotting' fluff because literally I can't prove it yet, but Zanka is a certified yearner but tries to act tough about it. I know I was going to do an August fic (and I still am), but… @kanapods has been BULLYING me about a Zanka fic, so… Zanka lovers have won today.

Word count (𝐰𝐜) - 1.6k words

Zanka feels like such a loser. No, he is a loser. A pathetic one at that. There's no way he should be jealous of his partner; that's such an average thing to do. But he can't help it…

He knows you’re great. Beyond that, he doesn't want to classify you as a ‘genius’ with a natural-born greenness. But, as he's starting to tally up your pros and cons… all he's getting is pros. And it's bugging him; he could put down, ‘Always Away on Missions Alone.’ As a con, but immediately after, ‘Because you’re strong just by yourself.’ As a pro, then the list of pros would continue to grow from there.

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Anonymous asked:

I have a request for joker (could you use akira for the name please).

Something like his s/o is also in the phantom thieves and when they are in safe rooms she likes to do small braids in his hair, also while chilling out at leblanc maybe :3

Might be a silly request but I thought it was cute, have a great day!

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persona 5: playing with his hair (akira kurusu/ren amamiya)

notes: akira kurusu for protag, fluff, fem!reader, reader is a phantom thief, this might be sliiightly inaccurate since i haven’t touched p5 in a while and idc to check myself

Originally posted by kokza-park

• you were grinding through mementos one day with the rest of the phantom thieves, and things were going pretty well! shadows were being slain, treasure was being looted, and you were overall having a fun time riding around in morgana’s van form.
• you were grateful, though, for makoto’s recent membership of the team. she was better at driving the van than akira was (bless his heart), which meant she took the wheel while akira sat in the passenger’s seat, telling her where to go.
• you sat behind him in the second row of seats, often leaning your head on the seat in front of you, sometimes babbling to get akira’s attention. he’d always reach back to ruffle your hair or playfully offset your mask.
• but your attention always drifted to his hair - his soft and undoubtedly fluffy head of black feathery hair. you’d been together for a while, so physical interactions weren’t uncommon, but you’ve never really asked him if you could play with his hair.
• you really, really wanted to play with his hair. holy shit, you wanted nothing more than to do that. but now wasn’t the right time, being in mementos and all. you’d have to strategise for another time.
• thankfully, that time came when after leaving mementos, akira invited you back to leblanc to destress and chill out. he’d make some coffee, you two would chat and cuddle, probably watch some tv.
• you accepted, obviously, and taking his hand in yours, led you through the subway system to yongen-jaya and to leblanc. after pouring the two of you a damn good cup of coffee, you two went upstairs to his room in the attic.
• after watching a few episodes of that cheesy action show you two like to riff on (and getting the neo featherman r theme song stuck in your head), you two migrated to his bed. akira sat down and extended his arms, inviting you in for a spooning sesh, but you waved your hands in denial.
• after a puzzled and slightly pouty look from your boyfriend, you clarified what you meant: “i wanna be big spoon. i kinda… wanna play with your hair? is that cool?”
• akira’s eyes lit up and he adjusted his glasses that slipped down his face. a slightly goofy grin played across his lips and he shuffled on the bed, allowing you to slot yourself behind him.
• “yeah, sure! go right ahead.”
• you quickly got to work, running your hands through his hair (which was still surprisingly soft and felt like heaven’s clouds within your fingertips). you twirled some strands around your digits here and there and massaged his scalp.
• akira leaned his head back into your touch, smiling all the while. you could’ve sworn you heard him purring (maybe that was your imagination, or maybe he was spending too much time with morgana).
• you pressed a kiss to the side of his temple and kept playing with his hair long into the night…

a/n: cat-coded joker ftw!!! also i love writing akira being more, like, a dork? i love his canon characterisation in the anime and it’s not something i see often. you’ll be seeing more silly goofy joker from me if y'all request it lmao

desvyn

He doesn’t say “I love you” often.

He just brings home your favorite drink without asking.

He buys the ugly little pink plushie you pointed at one time three weeks ago and tosses it on the bed like it's no big deal. Doesn’t even look at you. Just mutters,

“Figured you’d like it. Don’t make it a thing.”

It is a thing. Your chest is full.

You once complained offhandedly about your favorite ramen spot being closed for the day.

The next day he made you ramen. From scratch. With a scowl on his face and flour on his nose.

When you get cold, he doesn’t ask. Just grumbles,

“Come here,”and throws a blanket over both of you. arm around your waist, hand rubbing your hip under the fabric.

When you’re sick, he doesn’t say a word.Just disappears and comes back with four bags of medicine, three different kinds of soup, and a plushie shaped like a strawberry cow.

The cashier asked if it was for his kid.

He said, “No. For my wife.”And then made direct eye contact until the guy stopped smiling.

He doesn’t show his love loudly.He just gives you the last bite of his food without asking.He puts himself between you and the street when you walk.He silently kneels to help you tie your shoe if you’re struggling with the laces.He gets irrationally angry if your socks are wet.

“Why didn’t you tell me your feet were cold? What am I here for then?”

And when you tell him you love him? He freezes for a second, ears going red.Then mutters, voice low,

“…You know I love you too. You always know.”

DESVYN

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husband!toji spoiling u rotten ! ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭

“absolutely not.”

toji immediately shook his head when you gasped and pointed at a brand new mug in the tableware section.

“but look at it, ‘ji! it’s pink!” you waved it in front of his face, watching his beefy arms fold over his chest with an unbothered look on his face.

“doll, we have enough mugs in the house. that’d be the tenth one in the last six months.”

and you knew better than to argue too much - toji was paying the bills after all. thus you set the mug down with a pout, accepting your loss and trailing after him as he wheeled the shopping cart into the next aisle.

“it was such a cute mug..” you sighed as loud as you could on the way to the car and sank into the passenger side.

“you’re okay, hun.” he chuckled, leaving the store and driving off with grocery bags in the trunk.

ʚɞ

a couple hours into the evening, you put little megumi to sleep and settled down on the couch while your husband worked on dinner.

the tv blared a soap opera that the two of you had been binging together, lamp dimly lit in the corner of the living room.

and just as the hot pan sizzled in the kitchen, toji sauntered towards you - requested tea in hand as he guided your attention to the gentle pecks tickling your face.

“cut it out!” you giggled, returning the favor with a kiss to his lips. he quickly disappeared with a smirk on his face, going back to sort the food.

and then you saw it.

the mug from the store, sitting pretty and full of your favorite tea on the coffee table. he must’ve picked it up when you weren’t looking, or maybe he’d gone back to buy it after leaving to pick ‘gumi up from school.

toji’s quiet way of showing love for his wife never ceased to make your heart swell <3

a/n first time writing husbandtoji , kinda nervous >< something short for today ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

itadoring

Toji hates coming home late. He can't stand seeing his two children already in bed, asleep. Not to mention those colleagues who brag about their children's small achievements.

Toji hates the thought of not being there for his son's first day of primary school or when his daughter decides to take her first steps.

He comes home and, no matter how tiring the day has been, he is never too exhausted to give his five-year-old son a piggyback ride or his eight-month-old daughter a tour of their little apartment in his arms while they are chased by Megumi.

He is never too tired to give you some affectionate attention, a quick kiss on the lips or on the temple.

Toji feels lucky and, above all, loved: every time he sees you or your children. Every time one of them calls him “Daddy!” enthusiastically or sulks because you scolded them.

The little girl crawls towards her father, who is sitting on the floor busy putting the pieces of a car together. Next to him, sitting intently, is Megumi, who lets out a whinge when he sees his little sister coming closer. “Dad, she'll break everything!” he complains to his father, who quickly puts his leg between his daughter and the toy parts.

Her little hands rest on his knee, covered by his trousers, and in a moment she clenches the fabric in her fists and stands up, or at least tries, as if she wants to remove that obstacle.

“me!” she manages to say with one hand open and extended towards the two males, but receives only a stern ‘no’ from her brother.

The little girl sits down and tries to crawl under her father's leg, seeing the space that has been created, but Toji is quick and lowers it, preventing her from reaching the almost finished toy.

Her big green eyes fill with tears, her lower lip pouts, and soon crying can be heard in the Fushiguro living room.

Toji sighs softly and finishes the toy car, giving it to Megumi, who thanks him and immediately runs away, afraid that his sister might take it.

“Come here.” Toji says softly as his large hands go under her arms and he picks her up; the little girl instinctively moves closer to him, her chubby cheek pressed against his chest, sobs continuing to escape and crocodile tears continuing to fall.

Toji runs his hand through her black hair, the braids made hours ago now almost undone and the hair clips barely holding her unruly fringe in place.

“Next time I'll be on your side, okay?” he whispers, smiling, aware that the little girl is not yet able to fully grasp his words.

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OB!Twst Girl Dad Headcanons

cw: implied fempov, no descriptions of pregnancy, sfw

charas: OB!Twst (Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Idia, Malleus)

note: FUCK IT. GIRL DAD HEADCANONS!!!

wc: 1900~ ish

Riddle would be strict, but never cruel to his daughter. Not ever. He still wants the best for his girl, but he's never known any other way of life. Still, he would never intentionally stop his daughter from having a proper childhood, now that he understands the damage his own turbulent childhood has done to him. I think having a daughter could also potentially heal his own inner child too!

Instead of harsh punishments, he encourages her to excel through rewards and praise. He would still ground her for especially egregious offenses, but never to an unreasonable degree. He would never force strict diets, stop her from having friends, or push her to the brink of exhaustion for the sake of grades. Riddle, above all else, wants to give her the childhood he never had, but that means addressing his own faults and shortcomings first.

Technically, based on other's advice and all those parenting books he read, Riddle "knows" what a normal childhood should look like, but he still struggles and needs help figuring things out. He may go overboard with rewarding her, but he might also be a little too harsh at times. Whenever it's the latter, he's easily softened and calmed down after seeing her tearful face. He feels terrible after every instance, and he slowly gets better at anger management with a lot of time and patience. Healing isn't a straightforward process, but Riddle tries so hard to become the best version of himself for his daughter.

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leyiorr

megumi's daycare teacher adores you. you're always on time for pickup, and megumi physically lights up when he sees you, no matter how much he likes to deny it. he's quick to walk, or waddle, into your arms as you press a kiss to both cheeks and ask how his day was. she thinks you and him are the epitome of a good monther-son relationship.

so imagine her surprise when you say, “oh and tomorrow, i can't pick megs up. my husband will come get him, his name is toji, you can't miss him.”

she'd never met your husband before. it got her wondering, what was he like? was he as kind and affectionate as you were? perhaps megumi was the same around him?

“...why are you here?”

her mouth falls open. was that any way to speak to his father? why was he so openly hostile? she thought hoped that your husband was like you, not your total opposite!

he was tall, heads above her with dark hair and matching dark eyes. he's intimidating, muscles flexing under his shirt as he folds his arms and smirk decorated with a scar. she sees the resemblance between him and megumi. that was definitely his daddy.

she's sweating buckets; standing between a father who looks like kills for a living and a son that's sulking because his mother wasn't there was not for the weak.

“to pick ya up.” toji answers with a shrug of his broad shoulders.

she blinks. it seemed normal?

“where's mama?”

“workin'.”

“until when?”

“'til later.”

“that's not a time.”

“it is to me.”

megumi's pout deepens, his brows furrowing at his father's avoidance of the question. the daycare teacher swears she catches toji's eyes soften as he changes his answer, “'til eight.”

the two adults watch the cogs turn in the toddler's head.

“....'kay. i'll go with you, then.”

toji scoffs affectionately, “quit actin' like yer being kidnapped.”

this time, she swears megumi smiles before he huffs and sticks his nose up, begrudgingly allowing himself to be hoisted up into the arms of his father, who gives her a quick nod as he walks away.

what an odd father-son relationship.

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you're there to pick megumi up the following day, and boy does he look happy about it. he speed-walks to your side, reaching up to hold onto your pointer finger.

“i'm glad it's you and not dad,” megumi says, chubby cheeks emphasised by the scarf wrapped around his neck.

you look down from your conversation with yuji's dad and, only having heard the latter half of his sentence, respond, “your father? he's in the car, honey.”

and the daycare teacher swears on everything holy that she heard three-year-old megumi curse under his breath.

but that is hopefully just her imagination.

lemonlover1110

Toji Fushiguro

Summary: Megumi takes his store very seriously but he does neglect a customer once in a while.

Warnings: Fluff

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Whenever Toji’s bored, he indulges in Megumi’s weird scenarios. It feels absurd to play along, especially with how small every toy is compared to the gigantic man– And he won’t even mention just how seriously Megumi takes everything. But Toji plays along because it makes the child happy, and he guesses being a good dad is nice once in a while or whatnot.

Toji just prays that you don’t ever catch him doing this because he’d never hear the end of it.

“Are you going to ring me up or what?” Toji has been kneeling in front of the small cash register for what feels like an eternity, but Megumi is paying no mind to the man. Megumi asked to play yet he pays no attention to his father. Well, can you blame him? He’s running a kitchen behind the register as well, he’s a busy child.

“Wait!” Megumi yells, immediately getting upset that Toji is being impatient.

“Man, I need to start going to another grocery store, the customer service here sucks.” Toji teases, holding back a laugh. He chuckles, a sound that sends the child to the edge.

Megumi turns around, revealing the frown on his face. He’s not happy with his dad’s joke. But as the stellar employee he is, he begins to check out the items that Toji has put on the register.

“Beep.” Not only is he a stellar employee but he makes his own sound effects. Really, he deserves a raise for all his hard work.

“Will you hurry up? I’m trying to get back home to my wife.” Toji plays along, watching as Megumi takes his sweet time to scan all the plastic toys.

“She doesn’t like you that much.” Megumi comments, and Toji raises his brows. He’s a bit taken back by the response, but he guesses it’s only natural. Megumi has a bad mouth, he’ll talk back to Toji and say just about anything.

“Where’s your manager? I wanna talk to him.”

“I’m the manager!” Megumi responds.

“Your store sucks, and I’m not paying for the groceries.” Toji ends up standing up, his knees cracking as he finally gets up from the floor.

“Fine.” Megumi dramatically turns on his heel, going back to his play kitchen. It makes Toji believe that his time in the playroom is over, until he begins to walk away. He feels the tiny hand tug his pants.

“What is it, Megumi?” Toji looks down on the child who’s clearly had a change of heart.

“Come to my restaurant.”

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The house was quiet and calm in that rare, soft way it only ever got in the early evening when everything has settled down. The sun hung low through the blinds, turning everything gold—the couch, the floor, even the tiny socks draped over the armrest.

Toji sat there with his legs spread, one big hand cradling the back of your daughter’s head while the other held her bottle steady. She looked impossibly small and adorable against him, a little pink onesie swallowed up by the curve of his veiny forearm. Her feet kicked lazily every time she swallowed, the milk glugging in slow, greedy rhythm.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“You’re drinking like a grown ass man that gotta work tomorrow,” he murmured, his voice raspy but low enough to keep from startling her. His rough thumb brushed her chubby cheek. “You get that appetite from me, huh?”

She blinked up at him, eyes wide and glassy, like she was really trying to understand what he said. Then she kicked again, tiny toes pressing into the firm muscle of his arm.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he said, smiling under his breath. “Got something to say, don’t ya?”

He adjusted the bottle when she fussed, instinctively rocking his knee—tiny motions that jostled her just enough to soothe her. The whole time, his gaze stayed soft, the lines of his face easing in a way no one else ever got to see. The kind of look that said this right here’s everything.

When she finally stopped sucking and just stared at him cluelessly, the nipple slipping from her mouth with a quiet pop, Toji chuckled. “You full already? Coulda sworn you were gonna drain it this time”.

Her bottom lip quivered, like she was deciding whether to cry, but he beat her to it—lifting her up against his chest, rubbing slow circles over her back. She burrowed under his chin, tiny fingers fisting his t-shirt, and he could feel her little breaths even out against him.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, eyes closing for a second. His stubble brushed over her hair. “Sleep it off, yeah? You did well”.

The bottle lay forgotten on the couch cushion beside them, a ring of milk still clinging to the rim. Toji leaned back, one hand cupped protectively around her head, the other resting over the little rise of her back.

Her soft, even breathing filled the quiet. And for once, the man who’d fought and worked and sweated through half his life didn’t feel like he had to move.

He just stayed there—your baby curled in his arms, her tiny feet pressed against his broad chest, the world outside dimming slowly while you peacefully have your nap upstairs, dreaming about both of them.

I’m thinking about my bf taking care of our future daughter again😔 Toji fluff toji fushiguro toji x female reader toji x y/n toji x reader toji x you jujutsu kaisen jjk jjk x reader jjk imagines jujutsu kaisen toji jjk fluff jjk x female reader jjk x fluff jjk x y/n jujutsu kaisen x female reader jujutsu kaisen fluff jujutsu kaisen x you jujutsu kaisen x reader