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Modern AU — Hashira music taste HCs

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A/N: my husband and I spent a lot of time in the car this weekend as we moved to our new city, so we decided to come up with the niche modern music tastes for each of our faves. Enjoy!

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Tengen Uzui: early 2010s pop — think Cobra Starship, 3OH!3, Katy Perry, Lady Gaga, etc. He goes feral for anything off Kesha’s Animal album. 1000/10 hogs the aux at any party.

Obanai Iguro: anything you could find featured on a Warped Tour set list. Also loves pop punk and Reputation-era Taylor Swift, but will be caught dead before admitting it.

Mitsuri Kanroji: Arianna Grande (especially her 2013 era). A huge lover of K-pop and girl groups.

Sanemi Shinazugawa: Doja Cat.

Kyojuro Rengoku: he’s such a sweet, good boy. He loves Disney music and show tunes.

Muichiro Tokito: he doesn’t really care much for lyrical music, but he does enjoy lo-fi and vaporwave YouTube channels. Tengen let him pick the music for a party ONCE and Muichiro played “lo-fi anime beats to chill and relax to.”

Shinobu Kocho: Viking death metal, but she only ever listens on her headphones. She never plays her music out loud.

Giyomei Himejima: mid-2010s indie. Think the Lumineers, Mumford & Sons, etc. he finds it calming.

Giyuu Tomioka: 90s/early 2000s divorced-dad rock. Unironically thinks Higher by Creed is a good song. If he ever gets his hand on the aux, the whole group collectively groans.

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Genya Shinazugawa: 2019 SoundCloud rap, exclusively played on his phone’s crackly speaker.

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I want some headcanons about a male Reader and Genya going to the same shooting range together and being friends :3 Also maybe Sanemi is there too?

Shooting Alley Headcanons With Genya

A/n - I’m sorry for the wait, anon! but I’ve finally got around to finishing this request, I hope you like it!

- genya was always a good shot, but his ultimate downfall would be his piss-poor social skills and extremely low confidence.

- the man is the physical embodiment of “looks like they will kill you but is actually a sweetheart”

- He has a very intimidating resting face, and the more anxious he becomes the more his scowl deepens, which leaves him confused as to why people tend to stray away from him.

- “Why is everybody scared of me ?☹️”

- so imagine the absolute distraught mess he became when he found out that you — someone he admired and found pretty cool — was also pretty handy in terms of aiming.

- genya keeps trying to hype himself up to strike up a conversation with you but he chickens out every single time.

- It doesn’t take long for him to find out that you two go practice at the same shooting range.

- he tries his best to avoid you, he gets scared to speak to you in fears that you would find him strange or scary.

- he definitely tries to ask sanemi for advice but sanemi is just not helpful at all.

- “jus’ stop being a pussy ‘n go talk to him.”

- you’d definitely have to be the one to strike up a conversation with him.

- he might look a little intimidating at first, and he may look like he holds a deep hatred for you.

- that is not the case!

- once you do, he’d probably super very nervous—and if you were to invite him to shoot beside you—he would miraculously be failing every single one of his shots.

- just a sputtering and embarrassed mess 😭

- luckily for genya, sanemi was not there. If he was he’d be laughing his guts out.

- It’ll take him some time to warm up to you…but the end result is worth it!

- after a while he’d start approaching you at school and hanging out with you.

- he’d begin to be more comfortable with you and he’d ask if you’d be at the shooting range after school.

- you guys would probably be hanging out after school every other day, just at your local shooting range.

- sanemi never liked this little hobby genya had adopted,

- since sanemi is a math teacher in the modern AU, he gets really pissed when he sees genya “goofing off” instead of improving his ability with math.

- he probably makes genya come home so he can practice math instead of going to the shooting range,

- sanemi has an unspoken dislike for you

- and your just like “???”

- but at the end of the day, sanemi knows you make his brother happy, so he lets it slide.

- hanging out with you is something genya looks forward to.

- whenever he’s sulking or moping around in class—he remembers that you guys are going to the shooting range after school together.

- he eventually feels that he can call you his best friend.

- he’ll gain the courage to invite you to other places besides the shooting range.

- new movie?

“let’s watch it together.”

- a cafe downtown?

“we can try it out.”

- “wanna meet my brother?”

- yeah…sanemi isn’t very thrilled to see you.

- its ok, he’ll have to get used to seeing you around because Genya holds you close to his heart.

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[ 3:43 AM ] — L "RYUZAKI" LAWLIET

he’s trying to be quiet.

L’s movements are careful as he shuts the bedroom door, his footsteps soft when making their way to your bed. you wouldn’t have noticed if you hadn’t already been hyper aware of your surroundings.

the faint padding of his feet stop when they reach your side of the bed. your eyes remain closed, your breathing deliberately slow and steady. the shift of fabric tells you he’s moving, but his feet remain in place. it’s utterly silent beyond the beating of your heart and the breaths you exhale.

he calls out your name. whispers, really, but it’s strikingly loud in the late night’s serenity.

you don’t respond, opting to try and continue feigning sleep.

“i know you’re awake.”

well, there goes that plan.

you slide one eye open, unfazed at the sudden closeness that greets you. his face is mere inches from yours, just shy of touching your nose, and you’re mildly surprised you can’t feel his breathing fan across your features.

“yes?” your voice comes out with a slight rasp.

he’s silent for a moment. for once, his eyes aren’t their usual size of wide round plates, and the permanently analytical glint in them is dimmer in the wake of your vulnerable state.

you’ve come to learn that L is always thinking. scrutinizing, learning, adapting. his mind is in a perpetual state of taking in all the information around him, new and old; reviewing, understanding, and filing them away into the deep crevices of his mind. it’s in his nature, just as intrinsic to him as your lungs expanding for a breath or your heart pumping blood through your veins.

(once, you asked him if he’s ever consciously had a moment of quiet, of his thoughts being as blank as a fresh canvas. he hadn’t answered for a long time, and you almost thought you were being ignored.

almost an hour later, his answer came simply, “yes.”

you couldn’t stop yourself from asking him what it’d been like.

a beat had passed, and then, “it was the most terrified i’d ever been.”)

even now, tainted with what can nearly be called exhaustion, you can feel it in the set of his gaze and the lines etched around his eyes, can see in the near imperceptible purse of his lips that he’s thinking of what to do; if his next words should be said.

he blinks once, and it's clear to you that he's settled on something.

"would you be opposed to having me sleep next to you?"

his voice is as monotonous as it usually is, but there's a certain tone of care underlying the syllables. you open both eyes fully when you realize that his toes are curling into the carpet underneath him in what you think may be apprehension.

it's almost juvenile in a way, and you barely prevent the corners of your lips from turning up.

you give it a few minutes, though you'd already made up your mind the moment he'd finished his words, before giving him a solid shake of your head.

his lips part subtly, and your gaze automatically drops down to them. he doesn't give you a chance to dwell on the sight, however, because then he's standing up and cautiously making his way to the other side of the bed.

he pauses for a bit upon reaching the mattress. you decide to help him out a little, turning around and pulling back the covers to showcase the empty space beside you.

slowly and carefully, he crawls onto the soft bedding. it's obvious to you when he rearranges himself into a curled position with his back facing you, a loose mimicry of how he normally sits in chairs, that he's not used to this—to being freely offered a spot in someone else's private space, to being wanted in such close quarters.

it paints a faint curve to your lips, and the desire to help him familiarize this feeling sparks something raw in the cavity of your chest.

you shift closer to his body, sliding the covers back over him to preserve the heat emanating from his form (you'd been pleasantly surprised when you first found out just how warm he can run).

his shoulders aren't tense when you make contact, your chest pressed against the solid lines of his back. your movements are nearly delicate when you bring your arm over him, wrapping it securely around his torso. his legs curl in the slightest bit tighter at your hold, like he's barely stopping himself from using them to trap your arms around his waist.

you adjust your grip, hand curling into the fabric of his shirt, and pull him even closer to your body. your legs tangle under the sheets, and you can feel the muscles in his back and stomach shift with every breath he takes. resting your chin just above his head, a content sigh leaves you when his hair brushes softly against your face. it smells impeccably clean like it always does, and you tilt your nose further downwards to inhale the fresh scent of soap and water.

L doesn't say a word, but the gradual relaxation of his body into your gentle hold speaks enough for you. his breathing is even, and you can just about feel his heart beating through your points of contact.

this silence is fragile, vulnerable, and you think this might be the acme of what intimacy is. you've seen it before, glimpsed pieces of this religion in the moments when he'd hand feed you a sweet and delicately thumb away at the corners of your mouth; when he'd gaze transfixed into your eyes as you purposely busied yourself to allow him this moment of undisturbed reverence; when he'd quietly wrap a hand around your wrist in the presence of others, a thumb tenderly massaging your pulse point to communicate with you in a hidden language only your skin can understand.

they're tacit confessions, uttered without a word solely for your senses to decipher, and this—this request to be near you at his most unguarded, defenseless, is the loudest he's ever conveyed them. this desire to have you witness the barest version of himself feels more sacred than the words of an old god.

you've already offered your heart on the altar of his hands and murmured your own prayers of fervent devotion; you suppose this was his way of answering your calls.

a check back out of your thoughts reveals that his breathing has slowed within the safety of your grasp, his body melding perfectly along the lines of your own. you slide your eyes shut, and exhale into the soft crown of his head; you swear you could find divinity in moments like these.

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kyojuro rengoku x reader

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ 𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘! kyojuro sure likes to stare, doesn't he?

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Kyojuro, bless his heart, is so hopelessly attracted to you in ways he’s never experienced. 

Everything about you draws him in, from your striking beauty to your quick wit, how despite your snark you always treated others with compassion. You were fast friends, not that Kyojuro was particularly difficult to get along with. You’d even argue that such a person as him was impossible to dislike, at least without feeling guilty about it. 

He was blunt, genuine, and brimming with so much enthusiasm it tended to unsettle some. But never you. You would look upon him with quiet acceptance, hanging onto his every word. You didn’t seem to mind his complete disregard for eye contact or his erratic conversational skills. 

You just get him, he muses. And he’s never felt a kinship like that with anyone.

Kyojuro has always felt like he was moving faster than everyone else, both in mind and body. The man couldn’t sit still or shut up to save his life, or so the other Hashira would say – endearingly of course. No matter the sentiments his comrades held for him, none of them seemed to keep up quite as well as you did. Which is why he presumed you worked so well together.

He could blabber on about anything and have you following along just fine. Though after a few roundabout conversations ranging from swordplay to street food, he musters the confidence to ask if he talked too much for your taste. 

You only quirk a brow and snort, “Pffft, of course not! I like listening to you talk.” and you see something shift in his gaze, the softest shade of pink tinting his round cheeks.

It’s around there when the staring starts.

It’s a subtle change at first, catching his wide-eyed gaze from across the training field. Feeling his eyes upon you as you shared meals together. Stumbling over your words when you realize for the first time that he’s actually looking you in the eye as you talk.

It’s a new and exhilarating feeling to be able to admire those honey-colored eyes fully fixated on you for a change. Too often you found yourself staring back. And the way he brightens when your eyes meet sends your fickle heart into pesky palpitations every time. You swore his pupils bled further into his golden-red irises every time he spotted you. 

The idea of his eyes dilating at the mere sight of you endears you even more fiercely to him. As if such a thing was possible. You’re already attached at the hip, not to mention the dozens of joint missions you’ve taken. 

His exuberance could be trying when your objective was to blend in, but his swordsmanship more than made up for it. He was incredibly good at taking the edge off when tensions were high, he was an emotional pillar of support, and you were honored to have his focus.

The beloved Flame Hashira was enthusiastic about many things, but you most of all it seemed. You’ve been told by several other Hashira that you were one of his favorite topics of conversation. The image of him gushing about you to other people is as embarrassing as it is flattering.

“Y/n is so easygoing, I cherish their company!”

“Did you know Y/n makes the best rice cakes?”

“Y/n is such a fierce swordsman, I am honored to fight at their side!”

“Y/n this, Y/n that. You’re all he talks about you know,” Iguro points a finger in your face one morning.

“So I’ve heard,” you hum, hand perched lazily on the hilt of your sword, though you’re unsure of precisely why he’s telling you this. Your eyes stray to Kaburamaru, who only flicks her tongue at you, leisurely slithering down his shoulder from her coiled position around his neck.

You’ve always known the Serpent Hashira to be abrasive and confrontational, but the sudden interest in your relationship with Rengoku was uncharacteristic. Especially since he usually disregarded your presence unless he had something to criticize. You didn’t dislike him, but you wouldn’t say that you were close.

Did he know something you didn’t? 

You try not to make assumptions based on the worries of others, but Kyojuro’s childhood friend approaches you out of the blue to tell you something like that? It makes you wonder just what sort of things Kyojuro has been saying about you to warrant such an interrogation.

Was Iguro trying to discern your intentions as a way of looking out for Rengoku? Perhaps your feelings for Kyojuro weren’t as internalized as you’d thought. 

“Is this your way of saying you’ll snap me like a twig if I break his heart?” you ask, lips curling up into a sly grin, head cocked to one side.

Heterochromatic eyes blink in surprise, and then narrow.

“You catch on quick.” 

“You can relax, Iguro. I won’t hurt him.”

“Few can be entirely sure of that. For your sake, I hope that’s the truth,” he waves you off, turning away in disinterest upon hearing your response.

The encounter leaves you with mixed feelings. Would Iguro have asked if he didn’t already know how Rengoku felt in return? It's an unsettling and gnawing feeling. Not the idea that your feelings could be returned, just the uncertainty of it all. If Iguro noticed it, why didn’t you?

“Iguro approached me earlier,” you say as you sit across from the flame-haired swordsman, currently having lunch at one of your favorite spots to eat.

“Did he now?” Kyojuro acknowledges, eyes still closed as he stuffs another bite of octopus into his mouth. His round cheeks puff out cutely, the image of a chipmunk with its cheeks full of nuts forming in your mind.

“He told me you talk about me a lot.”

“All good things of course!” he assures, seemingly unbothered by the news.

“That’s the thing,” you chuckle nervously, poking at your food with your chopsticks. Kyojuro’s fluttered eyes open, focused on your hands. “He seemed concerned that you had feelings for me beyond friendship.”

It’s silent for a moment, and you stuff food into your mouth to escape it, eyes focused on your plate. You can feel his gaze, but you’re too intimidated to meet it.

“Would that be a bad thing?” for once, Kyojuro sounds nervous. 

It's a subtle strain in his tone that others who didn’t know him as well might have missed. But years of close proximity have made you perceptive to the almost invisible chinks in his armor. Kyojuro was heavily guarded for being such a friendly man, always eager to lend a hand or ear when others were in distress, but quick to clam up when it came to his own problems.

Your heartbeat skips, excited and terrified. Was that a confession? Were you reading too far into things? Was the question rhetorical? All these questions well up inside until you feel like you’ll burst. 

You can’t help but let out an exasperated sigh.

“You’re so hard to read,” you lamented, nearly jumping out of your skin when his fingers brush yours from across the table.

“Perhaps If you looked at me, you’d have an easier time,” he laughs, and your heart already feels lighter at the joyous sound. 

The anxiety in your tummy melts into giddiness, and you demurely tilt your head up to meet his eyes. They’re crinkled fondly, pupils large, and fully fixated on yours. His golden-red eyes consume yours, inspiring your fingers to twitch against his. You can only compare such an expression to a smitten puppy. 

You suddenly feel silly for entertaining any doubts that the Flame Hashira was any less enamored than you were.

“To be completely honest, I have been interested in you romantically for quite some time now, and at a loss of how to contain such strong feelings,” he confessed, and suddenly a lot of things started making sense.

He stared at you so much because he liked you. He talked about you so much because he liked you. He let you tag along to missions he could have easily handled on his own because he liked you. Iguro approached you because he noticed.

“Then no, I don’t think that would be a bad thing at all.” You turn your hand with your palm facing upward to accept his own into your grasp.

Kyojuro’s smile widens, and he nearly shakes the entire restaurant with the volume of his declaration of, “WONDERFUL!”

“See, Obanai? I told you they just needed a little push!” Mitsuri gushes from across the restaurant, just her green eyes and the top of her head peeking over the menu.

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SLUMP • URAMICHI O.

requests: OPEN

warnings: angst-ish (?)

word count: 1.4k

a/n: yup, i’ve hopped on the uramichi oniisan train and i’m not getting off. there’s hardly anything here for my man so i guess i’ll do it myself 🙄

“Please Y/n, you have to check up on him!”

You raised an eyebrow as the blonde screamed in your ear over the phone. “Usahara. Slow down, check up on who?” You asked, entering your university’s main building. “Uramichi of course!” He shouted, making you wince and pull away from the phone. “Why? He’s at work… y’know you should really stop being scared of him.” You replied, smiling slightly as you heard Kumagai snicker in the background. “I-I’m not scared of him! But that’s not the point, Uramichi isn’t at work.” Usahara stated, his tone a tad too serious for your liking. You stopped in your tracks and waited for the blonde to fess up and say he was joking. But the silence only grew the longer you stayed quiet.

“…he told me he was at work.”

“Well, he’s not, when did you last see him?”

You thought for a cool minute, “Friday,” you answered, “we had dinner, watched a movie and then he left for work in the morning on Saturday. Haven’t seen him since.” You recalled, biting your nails subconsciously. It wasn’t odd for you not to see Uramichi for days on end. Between his work and your school schedules, you’d be lucky if you see him twice a week. However, it wasn’t in your boyfriend’s character to miss work, let alone lie about it. You also knew Uramichi had his own set of issues but he was always upfront and honest about them. “Kumagai and I would check on him ourselves but we have work…” Usahara claimed. Sensing the worry in his voice you sighed, “I’ll stop by his place after my first class, I’m sure he’s fine.” You reassured. Although you weren’t so sure if you believe that yourself.

Throughout the entirety of your class, you couldn’t help but be anxious. You bounced your leg nervously and kept biting at your nails, even when there was nothing left to bite. A whole slew of scenarios was running through your head, none of them being pleasant. You shot him a text… several texts. You didn’t get a response to any, now you were really worried. You couldn’t stay still and eventually, you told your professor you had a family emergency and left the classroom.

Luckily your university and Uramichi’s apartment weren't too far apart. A twenty-minute ride on the bus and a ten-minute walk got you there fairly quickly, given it was no longer rush hour. As you made your way to his door, you contemplated using your key or knocking, you knew how much your boyfriend valued privacy so you opted to knock.

Knock! Knock!

No answer.

Knock! Knock!

Silence.

Oh well, at least you can say you tried. Taking out your spare key, you opened the door only to be blasted with the stench of beer. You held your breath as you locked the door behind you and went to open the windows. Upon further inspection, you noticed beer cans littered in the kitchen and in the living room. You pursed your lips tightly, you knew what this was. Uramichi told you about these “slumps” he would get into from time to time. You never saw one only because the two of you have only been dating for a year or so, and he said they didn’t happen that often.

Moving to his bedroom, the sight alone made you want to cry. There he was curled up in his bed, the blanket covering his body completely from view. He probably knew you were here, you weren’t exactly quiet, but you decided to leave him alone for now. Instead, you texted Usahara to let him know that you had things under control and made it your business to clean the apartment a bit.

You picked up the cans and recycled them. Then you took the liberty of wiping down his counters and coffee table. You watered his shiso plant and opened the curtains, it was starting to look a lot better. You decided to let Uramichi sleep a while longer, if he was sleeping at all, and make breakfast for him. Just as you finished cooking, you heard shuffling. Turning around you saw your boyfriend rubbing his eyes and looking around his apartment as if he was in a whole new world. Then he finally noticed you, his expression was unreadable.

“What are you doing here?”

He asked, not once breaking eye contact. You looked down at the omurice you made, “Usahara.. said you didn’t come into work. I got worried..” You answered. Your boyfriend just blinked but didn’t say anything else. “Um, I made you breakfast. You should eat since you probably didn’t eat yesterday.” You suggested setting the plate down on the counter. The brunette looked at the plate, then to you,

“I’m not hungry.”

“Yeah you say that but—”

“I said I’m not hungry.”

He repeated a sharp edge in his voice. Whatever you were going to say quickly vanished from your mind. “R-Right, well it’s here if you want it.” You stated, leaving the kitchen and going to his bedroom to clean in there. Uramichi groaned to himself once you were out of earshot. He didn’t want you here when he was like this, this wasn’t the guy you signed up to be with. He didn’t want to be snappy with you but god, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t irritated. He just wanted to sleep in for the whole day and not be bothered by anyone. And unfortunately, that included you too.

Uramichi rubbed his temples and huffed in annoyance, this hangover wasn’t making his mood any better. Glancing at the omurice on the counter, he felt his stomach growl. Sighing, he moved past the food and to the cabinets to get some aspirin. Once taking the pills and chasing them with water, the brunette pondered on how to tell you to leave him alone without sounding too harsh. He told you about these “slumps” but never told you how to approach them, so he felt he was partially at fault. You were doing what any good partner would do but… he didn’t want your help. Uramichi closed his eyes, he didn’t like the way you looked at him. Pity and sorrow evident in your eyes, it made him sick. He didn’t need pity and he definitely didn’t need you to take care of him.

His attention snapped to you as you left his bedroom, dusting your hands off. “Okay, bedroom is clean. I can run you a bath before I have my next class…” You trailed off as you looked at your boyfriend, “‘Michi babe, what’s wrong? You can talk to me.” You reassured. Uramichi scoffed and looked at the floor, “I’m fine, I don’t feel like talking.” He uttered finishing his water before moving to the couch. You watched him silently for a moment, you honestly didn’t know what to do. You knew your boyfriend was standoffish and he didn’t open up a whole lot, but you knew something was wrong, I mean what else would trigger this “slump”? However, you didn’t want to push him to talk if he didn’t want to but you didn’t want to leave him alone either. What if this was one of those situations where the person says they’re okay but they’re really not?

“I know what you’re thinking and yes, I’ll be okay. You can go to class.”

Uramichi states, giving you one of his award winning smiles. But there was no emotion behind it, if anything, it was almost robotic. The fact that he felt like he needed to hide his emotions from you hurt you tremendously. You knew what you signed up for when the two of you started dating, so he must be downright stupid if he thinks you’re gonna leave him to his own devices. You walked over to the couch and plopped down next to him, “Y’know, I don’t feel like going to classes today.” You hummed, leaning on his side. The brunette gave you a puzzled look, you never skipped classes if you could help it.

Looking up at him, you placed your chin on his chest, “I know you’re going through one of your “slumps” and you need to know that I’m here for you. We don’t have to talk about anything, we could sit in silence for all I care, but I’m not leaving you alone. You’ve been alone enough, don’t you think?” You asked rhetorically. Uramichi stared at you, bewildered. You knew he wanted to be alone without him actually telling you he wanted to be alone. And not only that, you weren’t forcing him to spill his feelings onto you. After a couple of beats, your boyfriend leaned down and kissed your forehead, “Okay, sitting in silence sounds nice.” He replied with a ghost of a smile on his lips.

And sit in silence you did.

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Drabble List #2

New drabble prompt list! Feel free to reblog!

“That’s how the story goes.”

“None of this is your fault.”

“I know it hurts.”

“Are you serious?”

“You’re safe now.”

“No one’s going to hurt you.”

“I don’t understand.”

“This isn’t what I wanted.”

“My head hurts.”

“I’m right here, okay?”

“Wow, you look… amazing.”

“Are you okay?”

“Who did this?”

“I made a mistake.”

“When I’m with you, I’m home.”

“There’s nothing I can do anymore.”

“This is going to hurt.”

“That was kind of hot.”

“Please don’t let me be alone.”

“Don’t try to fix me. I’m not broken.”

“It’s never too late to get back up again.”

“What if one day I wake up and you don’t?”

“I immediately regret this decision.”

“I’m not okay.”

“I’m scared.”

“You’re the one thing keeping me sane right now.”

“Please stay with me.”

“Please help me.”

“It’s okay to cry.”

“Is that blood?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“You’re everything to me.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Are you testing me?”

“I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful.”

“I’m lost without you.”

“You have my word.”

“I’m just tired.”

“It just… hurts.”

“Do you promise?”

“I’m not drunk enough for this.”

“Why are you shaking?”

“I never meant to hurt you.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“Please don’t shut me out.”

“Go back to sleep.”

“I can take care of myself just fine.”

“This is new.”

“Take off your shirt.”

“Be you. No one else can.”

“I can’t breathe.”

“Are you going to talk to me?”

“I’m sorry.”

“They’re gone.”

“Just smile. I really need you to smile right now.”

“Would you just hold still?”

“I miss the way things used to be.”

“Am I dead?”

“Look at me.”

“Can we just pretend like we’re normal for once?”

“I told you not to fall in love with me.”

“Please shut up. Just shut up.”

“Please tell me it’s going to be okay.”

“Yell, scream, cry, please, just say something, anything.”

“When you smile, I fall apart.”

“If I die, I’m never speaking to you again.”

“If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”

“This isn’t what it looks like.”

“I just really miss talking to you.”

“I can’t do this on my own.”

“I’ve got you.”

“We’ll figure this out.”

“Please don’t say goodbye.”

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

“You make me feel alive.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“There is nothing wrong with you.”

“I’m just looking out for you.”

“Be careful.”

“You owe me.”

“Come with me.”

“I trust you.”

“I didn’t want you to see this.”

“I’ve been praying for you.”

“Take my jacket. It’s cold outside.”

“I’ll walk you home.”

“Let me help.”

“Come here.”

“You’re holding back.”

“Remember when we were little?”

“We’re all a little stronger than we think we are.”

“Don’t sell yourself short.”

“This isn’t who I am.”

“I’m willing to wait for it.”

“Are you ready for this?”

“You can do this.”

“Your life was my life’s best part.”

“You were always gold to me.”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m fine with where I am now.”

“We all want to be somebody.”

“Promise me you’ll come back.”

“I don’t know anyone else who can make me feel this way.”

“I’ve never felt stronger than when you’re with me.”

“I believe in you.”

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Night Under the Stars (Mitsuri x Reader)

This is a little sad if you think about it?? But I would think it's some fluff too. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You both laid under the endless night sky the grass beneath you tickling your back. You turned to look at Mitsuri but your eyes soon returned to the infinite stars. "I can't believe this is the last night before it all goes." She hummed in response; you laid on your side head in hand. "Do you think one day we'll be together again?" She turned to look at you. "What do you mean?" You took a deep breath. "What I mean is... I feel as if we won't both survive. And it would be selfish of us to go in with our main priority being to survive. Do you know what I mean?" Mitsuri smiled at you nodding understandingly. "Yes, but do you think we'll be together again one day?"

"Sure we will!"

"How do you know?"

"You wanna know how I know?" You exclaimed.

She nodded. "Yes because then maybe I can see it how you see it."

"Well, I know because we're doing this with honor. We're doing this with our whole hearts. And I believe with my whole heart that we will also be rewarded with getting to live a life in a world we fought so hard to create."

Mitsuri sat up in shock. "Woah that's so moving and wise! I'm so glad to know someone as inspiring as you!" You sat up too taking her hands and giving the back of one a soft kiss. "And I'm so glad to have a strong, cheerful, and intelligent partner such as you." Your foreheads met and your fingers intertwined. You opened your eyes when you felt her tears drip onto your leg. "Why are you upset already?" She looked up at you with a smile on her face. "I'm not upset I'm overwhelmed with joy. I've never felt so loved before."

"I'm so glad to be here with you."

"Me too."

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Sunrise after the Fall (Rengoku x Reader Angst)

So about what I said yesterday- Angst post !! <3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was often like this that you would enjoy a meal with your lover. You would sit with your bowls of food and watch the sunrise. This time though, while there was a sun to watch something was missing. That something was your husband, the flame pillar. You tried to not focus on it but every time it seems to slip into the focus of your mind. This would force you to choke back tears once again. You gritted your teeth this time though. Since, while you were without Rengoku, you weren't alone. You let in a shaky breath as you fiddled with your hands in your lap. "It's nice to see you Mitsuri, although not under these circumstances." The love pillar looked over at you with a somber look.

Mitsuri then nodded. "I'm sorry-" You cut in putting a hand on her shoulder. "Don't say sorry it wasn't your fault or anyone's." Silence covered you both for a moment. "We were all close." You watched as Mitsuri's lip quivered. You smiled at her bringing her into a hug. She cried softly into your shoulder and tears also started to roll down your face. You began to think things like 'how could this happen' and 'why him' but you remember what Kyōjurō said to you.

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"What will I do if I ever lose you? Just keep moving on? Honoring your legacy and such?" You spoke bluntly but that's the only way you could without tears filling your eyes. "I never wanted to have to have this conversation but this is a reality of the situation." Kyōjurō sat in front of you holding your hands in his with his usual smile. This time though it felt different. "My love, all I ask is that you take your time." You gave him a sad look but he only laughed. "Darling don't seem so down! I'm not dead yet, don't look as if you can already see my grave." He lifted a hand to your face. This same hand, you leaned into placing your hand on top. "I think it's obvious I don't want to lose you." He leaned forward putting his chin on your head pulling you into his embrace. "I don't want to lose you either. That's why I have to keep fighting." A shaken smile covered your face. "I know, that's why I could never ask you otherwise." You both looked at each other simultaneously speaking. "Those who are born strong are obligated to defend the weak." You lifted an adoring hand to Rengoku's face moving your thumb slowly. You nodded and he kissed your forehead softly.

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You pulled Mitsuri back wiping tears from her face. "I think we should go inside and eat. It's sad, no doubt, but there's no way I'm letting my husband's student go unfed. We'll have to grow stronger to do what he would've wanted." Mitsuri began wiping her tears and you wiped yours. "Let's make sure he didn't die in vain?" You hummed to ask if she heard and Mitsuri responded with a nod. "We have to finish what we started." She gave a determined but teary-eyed face. "Yeah! So let's go." You stood holding out your hand which she took following inside for a hot meal.

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Chase in the Woods (Giyuu x Reader)

I wrote angst so many times that I'm concerned ToT but anyways here's something wholesome. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You swiftly ran through the trees, feeling light as ever. "Tomioka!" Your voice was as soft as your footsteps. You ultimately could see the back of your partner's head and decided now was the time to strike. Gathering the rest of your speed you hopped onto the side of the nearest tree. Making haste you crossed over to another before using all your force to propel you forward. Extending your arms and once close enough you enclosed them around his body. The force of contact making you both tumble forward several times. Once the spinning stops, you found yourself sitting on Giyuu's stomach cross-legged. You leaned forward grabbing his shoulders with a wide smile. "Caught ya'! Guess that means I win? You didn't go easy on me, right? We're supposed to be training seriously you know!"

Tomioka seemed to look surprised. You tilted your head looking around. "What? Do I got somethin' on my face?" He blinked the confusion away proceeding to speak, "You caught me faster than the last time." You now looked confused. "Yeah, that's how training works... are you okay? Did I make you hit your head too hard?" You seemed to look worried but Tomioka just sat up forcing you to slide into his lap. You took this chance to put a hand to his forehead. "Your temperature is fine-" He shook his head interrupting. "No, it's just..." You furrowed your eyebrows waiting for him to continue. "You're faster than me now. You learn quickly." A wide smile spread across your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "AH! Thank you so much, Tomioka! You're such a flatterer you're gonna make me blush!" You held his face in both of your hands landing butterfly kisses all over. Now Giyuu was the one blushing as you tightly held him in a loving embrace.

Before long a certain butterfly hashira appeared a few feet behind you. "Okay, you lovebirds if you're done here already it's time for you to alternate." Her soft voice surprised you and you turned your head in sadness. "Already? I just caught him!" Shinobu's smile didn't falter. "Yes, Y/N let's go." You huffed getting up doing a little twirl to naturally unruffle your clothes. You turned your head to Tomioka holding out your hand. "C'mon Tomioka let's get this done quickly so that we can finish this later!" He raised his eyebrows slightly before taking your hand. You made a move to start running as Shinobu was already long ahead of you. "Yeah, finish this later," Tomioka muttered.

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Serpent around your heart. (Reader x Obanai/ Giyuu x Reader angst)

Warnings: Angst and mentions of blood I believe... ^-^ Extreme manga spoilers under the line (Chapter 200) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You ball up your fists your stomach turning over several times but you don't let it stop you. Today you would confess to your long-time crush Iguro. It had been so long that you seemed to be getting closer you decided now was the time. You began your walk turning the corner of the mansion. You held your hands to your chest with hope but once you lifted your gaze you saw them together. Maybe you had known it all along and chose to ignore it but you couldn't ignore it any longer. You watched on as Iguro held Mitsuri's hands in his on the only bench under the blossoms. It was a look no one could mistake. You quickly back away back behind the building. Maybe you were hiding from the embarrassment of seeing something you shouldn't or maybe the fact that the love of your life had eyes for someone else. Whatever it was it was clearly enough to flood your face with heat and tears to bubble up in your eyes. You looked once more and now her head was on his shoulder. You couldn't believe what your eyes were seeing but you had to believe it. There's no way he could love you when he loves her.

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Victory almost stared you in your face as the battle went on the chaos surrounding you but there was one thing you couldn't help but notice. To the side wasting away you watched as Iguro held Mitsuri's injured body in his arms. And although you know you should be focusing on the fight you couldn't help but feel torn up inside. You bet that they were saying their last 'I love yous' and promising to love each other in the next life. And as much as you wished that could be you, you were meters away bleeding out but still standing on your two feet covered with dirt and sweat. Was now a time to be jealous? You felt so many things right now but all you could do was cry, stuck in place so much pain evident on your features.

Would it be selfish of you to give up and collapse here? To give up and perhaps leave it up to the odds that you would live or die when you woke up? Your bones ached but you weren't sure what you were still standing for. Sure, you didn't want this to be in vain but what if they could just make it without you? You were sure the rest could and maybe they wouldn't mind if you just laid there for a bit. As you sink to the ground eyes still on the two whose place you wish you could be in you began to be swarmed. Medics you guessed began patching you up and as much as you mentally protested not a single word came up. Your vision clouded and as many times as you thought 'are you honestly giving up right now?' you couldn't find the strength to continue. You muttered something as a tear streaked your face. "Sorry...I couldn't be...better....stronger...."

Little did you know someone had the same eyes for you that you had for Iguro. And as he looked on to your limp, surrounded body a great pain seemed to consume his chest. Giyuu looked on, a feeling so familiar but a feeling he couldn't describe wrapping around his heart. He looked between you and Tanjiro. Not only had he failed to protect one, but all of the people he cared for. He had been the one to survive again.

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Writing For

Okay, so the truth is I'm not at all very Tumblr savvy. You're not gonna see super aesthetic posts with all these fancy features- at least not for a while... but I do love writing and will take any requests given AND write personal shit regularly. I haven't written a smut here yet because I lack confidence. LOL. Maybe one day I will dabble. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -TYPES-

Headcanons & Prompts

Fluff

Any AUs

Shows, Movies, Games...(Just some examples but not limited to...)

Demon Slayer

Attack on Titan

Mystic Messenger

Obey Me

BNHA/MHA (it's been a while but I can try..)

I haven't named all of them and some of these I may have a harder time doing but these are just some examples...please request me so I can prove myself LOLOLOL

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My Dearest, Rengoku (Rengoku x Reader)

(G/N Reader confesses to Rengoku after having been close friends after so long.) You swung your feet as you sat in front of the house with your meal in hand. You let it rest in your lap as you half-turned to glance at the ecstatic blonde next to you. He held the same excited smile as always. After he took another mouthful of his food you began to speak, breathing in. "Rengoku I think you know I like you. I sense it shouldn't be surprising news but I felt I should say it myself." You felt your face heat up but you couldn't lose sight of your goal. He turned his head to look at you; you could still only muster looking at him from the side of your eye. He hummed in acknowledgment, allowing you to speak further. "I don't want to make you feel obligated to anything though! I don't know if I'm being selfish but I couldn't go on like this just pretending that I didn't..." When you finally turned to face your most beloved friend his eyes gazed at you in adoration.

He got up placing the bowl he was holding to the side, you following his actions. He then approached getting on one knee in front of you. He looked up at your face holding your hands and examining your features breathlessly. "Y/N, you have become so strong that you're even more courageous than me now." Now you were sure your face felt hot as anxiety wracked your body. "I never thought I could do what you're doing now, is what I mean. My heart is swelling with happiness that I wasn't imagining things." You could feel his thumbs running over the back of your hand as, for some reason, tears started to fill your eyes. At this, he continued taking a deep breath and puffing up his chest, "I am so proud to say I feel the same and would hope you accept my proposal of pursuing a relationship and to one day be married and live happily."

You felt the tears run down your face as your expression was something of a surprise. You took in shaky breaths and nodded enthusiastically. Kyojuro lifted a hand to wipe away your tears. You both stood, him wrapping his arms around you. With your face buried in his chest, you chuckled in relief. "You've made me so happy I don't know what to do," you muttered. He replied, "You don't have to do anything. Standing here with you is enough."

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Random Muichiro Writing (Little angst after the line) !Manga Spoilers

Often times you found yourself lacking any extreme shows of affection but you were never unhappy. It made your heart swell with cheer when you went on walks hand in hand with Tokito. It was almost as if you had the same misty face yours harboring a smile in contrast to his blank expression. But despite its lack of expression, there were the sounds of his heart in his ears. Those moments when you would sit on a bench one's head on the other's shoulder as blossoms surrounded you both. Moments you loved to relive every time you could. When it was late at night and you slept in the same room. You never held each other out of pure shyness but you were always back-to-back and that was good enough you didn't need to hold each other to feel fulfilled. ~~~~~~ But now all you held was the letter listing all the lost demon slayers and for the first time, all you felt was empty as you sunk to your knees the tears bubbling up before you could stop them. Why did it have to be such a sweet boy? Your boy? You wish there was someone to hold you now.

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Yandere Dabi

Type of yandere: Sadistic, controlling, selfish

You were so close. The chain had audibly snapped but you barely got to unravel it from the shut back door before the muffled jingling of keys could be heard at the front door. Maybe you could make it there's no way you're giving up now. You were prepared for the most part taking a glance at the lightly packed bag scanning over the broken tools you used to break the chains earlier. You thought you had time you would've went faster if you knew he'd be home. Maybe you still had time though you knew he kept multiple locks on the front door considering he needs one door that he could get out of. In one tug the chains quickly slid down. You winced at the loud clatter of the chains falling on the ground. You turned toward the door in fear dropping your tool of action, scissors, in the chains. Fear fell over you like a wave as Dabi stood in the doorway. You didn't know what to do locking eyes with your captor, mouth slightly agape in shock. You knew what'd he say what'd he feel. It wasn't that he didn't understand why you would want to leave it's that he didn't care. He wanted you all to himself and there was no way you could get out of this one scot-free. You knew all this and you were still scared adrenaline pumping through your veins like a drug. "Y/n, get away from that door and your punishment won't be as bad." You wondered if that was true. If it was worth having a lesser punishment over the small chance of getting away. The chance that said if you failed you would be facing hell and the odds were in favor of that side of the coin. The door wasn't even open yet but would you have enough time? And your bag of supplies still laid there making it all the more evident that you were attempting escape so there was no way to lie. 'I just wanted to go outside' you could say but the bag would prove otherwise. The air felt thick with tension you had a feeling he was getting impatient and soon enough you would stand correct as he shifted for good footing. "Since you won't move-" The instant he made a move to run you turned to unlock the door sliding it open. It was unfortunate really, how the moment you took a step alarmingly hot hands grabbed at you. One at your shoulder the other at your waist as in one movement he threw you to the ground. The thud of your head against the cold wood disoriented you for a moment while Dabi shut the door quickly. He didn't hesitate to turn back to you making a rush towards your form. You scampered away pushing your feet at the ground sliding away from him but it didn't matter. It wasn't hard for him to find a good grip in your hair harshly tugging you back towards him as he simultaneously grabbed those scissors from earlier. It was a sick joke. You screamed as he randomly slashed at your skin picking places for scars in no particular order. "I'm sorry! Stop please! Dabi please!" Your words didn't extinguish Dabi's rage very much at all. "You know, Y/n, I'm kind of hurt," Dabi paused for a moment letting go of your hair to snap the scissors into its singular blade. "I thought we were getting somewhere," Dabi began enclosing his hand over the blade burning flames surrounding it. "But apparently not so I guess you'll have to feel how hurt I am." His face almost took a casual look until this moment in which he looked crazed. In one move he threw up the blade catching it at the handle. "Maybe you won't think about leaving again if I carve my name into your skin. Now, where should I start?"

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Yandere big three (Mirio, Nejire, and Tamaki) reader has a cat-like quirk.

You woke up to a slight pang in your head. Dull pains wavered throughout your body and with this awareness, you came to realize the softness of the pillow beneath your head. Your nose nearly twitched at the unfamiliar scent of the room. It was almost overwhelming. You slowly opened your eyes after having noted the strange smells and uncanny silence. When you sat up you came eye-to-eye with someone familiar, Tamaki. Upon his slow realization of your awakening, appearing to be quite tired, he jolted up. “M-Mirio, Nejire! They’re awake!” You watched him rush out of the room taking this time to examine the space around you. This wasn’t any place you had seen before and why was Tamaki here? This definitely wasn’t any hospital the bed with a frame too large, the walls with color too bright, and the windows... barred. That’s when you lifted your hand to feel out the pain in your head and found hand-cuffs. Ones with long chains, long enough to walk the room, but not long enough to reach any of those barred windows. In the same moment concern rose in you the three you’d known so well walked in. Nejire came around to your right while Mirio and Tamaki approached your left. While Nejire sat on the side of you to wrap her arms around your waist Mirio took the more subtle option to hold your hand, squeezing a little too hard. “Hey! We’re so glad you’re awake.” Your ears came up to a point in an upright position panic slowly coursing through you. “Where am I?” You asked this keeping your eyes sternly on Mirio. Almost brushing off your question he starts again. “You got pretty hurt back there.” His voice took on a soft tone his smile just as much so. Nejire chimed in Mirio not getting to the ‘good news’ fast enough. “We decided you would be safer here...with us!” That was all you needed for true panic to surge through you whipping your head towards Nejire’s bright smile then back to Mirio with a stern look. “Why am I in handcuffs?” Even with these questions, his face remained the same, and Nejire’s did too as she joined them on the left and you fiddled with the handcuffs nervously. “To make sure you don’t...run away. We just wanna make sure you don’t get hurt or hurt yourself!” That was all it took for adrenaline to kick in as your eyes formed into slits and you wriggled away from the trio falling off the bed. You took heavy breaths sobs breaking through as you tried desperately to tear through the heavy cuffs. Tears stung your eyes while your ears pressed backward against your head in fear and stress. You heard Nejire half shout your name as you tried to break the chain with your feet as your now shaved down nails wouldn’t help. All three came around to stop you Nejire holding you in a hug despite you scratching at the arms of her soft sweater. Fully sobbing along with you now Tamaki came to put a hand on your arm supportively. Mirio sat in front of the display on one knee laying a hand on your head. Eventually, when fatigue ran through you instead of adrenaline you just gripped Nejire’s arm. Was this how it was going to be? Were they going to keep touching you until you just gave in? How long were they going to keep you here? You just wanted them to let you go, to stop touching you.

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Moons in anime.