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Dangerously In Love

Summary: The long awaited return of your boyfriend makes you realize how in love you are with him. Dangerously in love with him.

Word Count: 776

Warnings: heavy make-out, second person pov, gender neutral reader, inspired by Beyonce's Dangerously In Love

A/N: I'm not sure how much of it makes sense or if it's even like logical. Literally just cooked this up 45 mins ago because i kept thinking about the 'dangerously in love' trend that was on tiktok like a month ago. But hope you enjoy nonetheless.

To say that Y/n was obsessed with Spencer Reid would be an understatement.

Well not obsessed in the bad way. But in the way where you’re so irrevocably in love with him that any chance you get you’re all over him loving him in the best way possible. 

Spencer had just recently gotten home from a 2 week long case in Nevada. The serial killer in question kept real close to his pattern and didn’t devolve until his main stressor had died. But in the end they had caught him and convicted him with no error. 

So when it was 10 pm on a Thursday and Hotch was kind enough to give them that Friday to rest Spencer had never been more delighted to drag his feet through his shared apartment to find you sitting on the couch watching reruns of Grey’s Anatomy he’s never felt more at home. 

He toed off his shoes to then place them on the shoe rack that came with you when you moved in. He then took off his messenger bag and placed it on the ground before rounding the couch to sit next to you. 

Now, you weren’t a profiler by any means. Just a simple bookstore owner, but you’ve always had a knack for knowing when your space wasn’t just yours alone. 

So when you heard the front door unlock and open, you knew that your baby was home. You listened to him settle himself back into your home before listening to him approach you.

Spencer looked amazing. He didn’t think so, but having missed him for 2 weeks you couldn’t stop yourself from drinking him in. Said man only meant to bend down and give you a few kisses, a greeting of sorts. But you, you didn’t want to let him go.

So when Spencer bent down from his tall height to kiss your lips, you were quick to pull him into you, causing him to collapse onto the couch to devour him. 

Spencer knew you missed him, the late night phone calls and the constant text messages were enough evidence to prove it. But he must have miscalculated how much you actually missed him. 

Your body had been angled on the couch so one leg was extended and the other was bent in half, but with the added person, your body had shifted enough to accommodate him to where he was pulled onto lap. Spencer was quick enough to catch most of himself from completely falling on top of you. 

But you couldn’t care less. 

Your lips continued to devour Spencer’s. Pulling his lips (mainly the bottom one) into your mouth again and again. Pulling oxygen in with every pull. Making it so he couldn’t pull away at any moment. 

Spencer, who had missed you just as much, kissed back with just as much force. His hand that wasn’t responsible for holding his body weight had cupped the back of your neck to angle your neck up a bit more so he could deepen the kiss. 

His tongue began to dance with yours as you slid your body down the couch so you could make the man you love place his body weight on top of you. He followed suit, leaning down enough to have his chest against yours. Spencer placed his free hand against your waist, grabbing the soft flesh there. 

You began making a move of turning over so you could look down at the masterpiece before you. Your hands, which had been wrapped around his neck and playing ruthlessly with his beautiful hair, dragged themselves down his chest. Feeling everything about him that you’ve missed. 

Spencer was the one to pull back enough to grab a deeper breath of air. His brown eyes glossed over with love. His lips were swollen and glossy. You continued to kiss him, the corner of his mouth, his cheek, his jaw, his Adam's apple, the sides of his neck, his collar bones.

His scent alone was driving you mad, the feeling of him just within your hold was enough to satisfy you. 

Seeing his face was enough to make your heart sing. To love him, to hold him, to feel him, to breathe him in, to live him. 

You were dangerously in love with him. Obsessed with him. Enraptured with him. 

You sat back on your calves. Looking and the beauty beneath you. His tousled hair, his swollen and glossy lips, his lidded eyes. 

Your Spencer, looking at you like you were a deity. 

Only for him to see the same look within your eyes. 

“I’m so in love with you.” 

So very dangerously in love.

Random little relationship headcannons‼️💋

BYAKUYA TOGAMI x GAMER!READER

Warnings: none really, just romantic partner hc's, you play video games ig :3

Pairings: Byakuya togami x Gn!Gamer!Reader

☆Doesn't really do pda, but does kiss your forehead every so often while patting your head.

(Then you'd do the same to him, but like this⬇️)

☆ He's definitely the kind of guy to kiss the back of your hand to greet you.

☆you sometimes take pictures of him when he's sleeping and send them to him. (Hehehe)

☆thinks video games are childish, but he kind of stopped thinking that after seeing you play video games, seeing how competitive it can be. (At least for you, lmao) he won't admit to anything and will keep saying that "they're childish" !!!

☆while playing on your PC or console, he's 'reading' a book of his, but while he's reading, he began to stop paying attention to his book and watching your gameplay, hearing all the clicking of the keys or buttons and seeing all the complicated movement.

☆he's silently rooting for you to a round, silently watching your gameplay.

☆when you're playing on your switch, he insists you get in bed and get comfortable in case you get sleepy and lose progress.

☆(he just wants to hold you)

☆ Absolutely loves it when you wear a shirt of his. Most you'll get off a reaction is a smile or maybe MAYBE... a compliment <3.

☆Seems kind of overprotective whenever you two go out, but to him, he's reasonably protective.

☆sees how you're yapping about a game or a character you like, and you'll probably see a box on your (shared) bed with a plush, Keychain, figure, or a giftcard to buy something on the game you like.

Do you guys want me to write more of x GAMER reader??? LMKK!!

Hello my stars! Sorry I’ve been gone for so long :,) but it is now summer and have too much time so please give me all requests you want!^^

Fandoms I will write for

Supernatural (platonic and romantic)

- Team free will

-Jack

-Crowley

-Rowena

-all the arch angels but Raphael

The black phone (platonic or romantic)

- dead boys crew

-Finney and Gwen Blake

Yurri voice (platonic or romantic)

- Everyone but Derek

(I couldn’t find a gif sorry, my stars🥲)

What I won’t write

Smut

Yandere

Hurt no comfort

Abuse

Piss or shit kinks

Child x adult (romantic)

Cis Fem readers

What I will write

Child x adult (PLATONIC)

Trans fem and masc readers

Male readers

Hurt with comfort

And pretty much anything else

Preferences for requests

Try to be at least a little specific in what you want and some story stuff you want ^^

That’s all my stars! Have fun requesting, make sure you drink water, eat food, and have a lovely day my stars!⭐️

MY ASK BOX AND WHAT NOT IS OPEN PLEASE REQUEST STORIES I WANNA WRITE THINGS FOR YALL!!!

“It was just a dream solider.”

Karlach x GN!Reader

Hurt-comfort

A/N: I love Karlach so much she is such baby girl anyways! I writing this for my soul and other Karlach lovers such as me :) this also takes place after you fix her infernal engine problem.

You and Karlach had been dating for a while now and after dealing with her infernal engine and she wouldn’t turn you to charcoal the second she touched you she loved being able to hold you. Holding your hand, giving you a simple hug, kissing you, she loves all of them she loves having someone else’s arms around her instead of just her own holding herself. That also came with cuddles at night which was normal and happened almost every night, except for tonight now you were known to have nightmares even before the parasite was in your head, you never really told anyone because most the time it wasn’t to bad. Sometimes though it was night terrors and those would cause you to wake up in a cold sweat, shaking, and looking around with your eyes filled with fear and worry for your own safety. Sadly tonight was one of these nights, you were peacefully sleeping in Karlach’s muscular arms feeling her body heat, when your dream suddenly did a transition to a nightmare your worst fears all surrounding you, tormenting you.

You woke up shaking and in a cold sweat this caused you to find comfort in your sleeping girlfriend, you cuddled closer, holding on to her tighter this woke Karlach up enough to feel you shaking.

“Solider?” She looked down a bit to see your face and saw the panic in your eyes.

“Mhm.”

“What happened solider? You need me to kick some asses?”

This caused you to chuckle at your girlfriend’s antics “No it’s fine it was just a nightmare scared me.”

“Ah! don’t worry solider you’re safe with me!” She hugged you from the position your were in which was undoubtedly comforting.

This made you smile and at least feel safe enough knowing you had someone to protect you if something did happen. You closed you eyes to go back into your peaceful slumber, the warmth of her body also bringing a source of comfort to you. You feel asleep not long after sleeping peacefully the rest of the night with Karlach by your side as it would stay. You knew the next morning you would wake up to a hyper Karlach ready to start whatever adventure came that day on your journey to get rid of the tadpoles in your heads. That could wait till the morning though right now you were enjoying peaceful sleep with no nightmares.

Hello ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

Can you make a one-shot with rise Leo x reader where Leo has a crush on the reader and one day maybe the reader ask if he wants to make out and he says sure XD an then when is over Leo confess his fillings? (Reader can be fem or gn :)

Authors note: Hi there little star! ^^ absolutely I can! Sorry if this is cheesy or cringy T vT

Rise Leo x GN

Tw: none

Readers pov

I was on my way to the sewers to see the turtle brothers like I did every Friday because it was a nice break from school and home life. Plus it’s always nice to have a place to just goof around with or just watch a movie or something with. “Hey [Name]!” Leo yelled as he saw me walk into the lair “Leo!, Hey what’s up?”

Leo’s pov

I saw [name] walked into the lair “Hey [Name]!” “Leo!, Hey what’s up” I walked up to [Name] and gave them a hug. “How was has your day been Leo?” I dramatically sighed “[Name] you wouldn’t ever believe how boring it waaas! Without you here.” I said with a slight wink flirting with [Name] like I had been since I developed a crush on them about 6 months ago. I was just to scared to tell them yet, why would a human want to date a turtle when they could date a human? “Leoooo” [Name pulled me out of my thoughts “Sorry what’s up [Name]!” I said in confidence, “Do you wanna go hang out in your room?” [Name’s] request took me a bit off guard “S-sure! Why not [Name]!” When we got to my room we sat on my bed [Name] and I listened to music for a little while but after one song [Name] looked at me and asked blatantly “Do you wanna make out Leo?” I looked at them and was screaming on the inside but I quickly responded with “Sure!” [Name] smiled and kissed me, I kissed back and it quickly became heated and became a make out session. I moved my hands into [Name’s] hair and their hands cupped my face, after a few minutes we both needed to breath I looked into [Name’s] eyes “[Name] I have liked you for a long time and I would really like to be your boyfriend…If you’d let me that is.” [Name] look at me and smiled “Leo I would love to be your partner!” Then they kissed me again I smiled happily into the kiss and for the rest of the night we cuddled and watched Jupiter Jim movies. “I love you [Name]” [Name] smiled, kissed my cheek and said “I love you to Leo.”

Headcanon that Keegan has horrible migraines but refuses to acknowledge he has them because that makes him weak. He refuses to admit it to anyone when asked but the team can tell and try to help by giving him ibuprofen and water but refuses to listen to.

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶

Stubborn as hell.

Characters: Keegan p. russ, Gn reader.

Notes: Headaches. idk.

The Beginning – The First Signs

Keegan was good at ignoring pain. It was part of the job, part of who he was. A Ghost didn’t stop just because they were uncomfortable.

So, when the first sharp throbs of pain started behind his eyes, he did what he always did—pushed through it.

No complaints, no mention of it.

But the others noticed.

You saw the way Keegan clenched his jaw a little too tight, how his usual sharp movements were just a fraction slower.

Kick caught the way Keegan subtly rubbed his temples when he thought no one was looking.

It was small things. Almost unnoticeable.

But not to them.

“You good?” Merrick asked casually one evening, tossing Keegan a bottle of ibuprofen.

Keegan barely glanced at it before scoffing. “Fine.”

Kick raised a brow. “You sure? You look like you wanna throw up.”

Keegan gave him a flat look before deadpanning, “That’s just my face.”

Keegan exhaled through his nose, standing up and walking off like he hadn’t even heard them.

He wasn’t weak.

And admitting to something as stupid as a migraine? That was weak.

The Middle – Getting Worse

The next few days were hell.

The pain wasn’t just behind his eyes anymore—it was drilling into his skull, a constant, unbearable pounding. Light made it worse, sound made it worse, existing made it worse.

But Keegan still refused to say anything.

His movements were stiffer, his grip on his rifle just a little too tight. His patience, which was already thin on a good day, was damn near nonexistent.

He just it would be gone at any time.

The breaking point came during a training drill.

Keegan was lining up a shot when a sharp, blinding pain lanced through his skull, making him flinch. He missed the target—barely—but that was enough.

But damn he was so professional at hiding them, But that doesn't mean you didn't notice.

No one said anything immediately, but as soon as the drill ended, You called out, “Keegan. A minute?.”

Keegan sighed, already knowing where this was going, but followed you anyway.

The moment you were out of earshot from the others, you turned to face him, expression unreadable.

“How long?”

Keegan feigned ignorance. “How long what?”

You didn’t take the bait.

“The migraines, keegan.”

Keegan tensed slightly before shaking his head. “I don’t get migraines.”

You sighed through his nose, patience running thin. “Keegan—”

“I said I’m fine.” Keegan’s voice was sharp, a little too sharp. He went to turn away, but You caught his arm. Not harshly. Just enough to make him stop.

The room was silent for a long second before You finally spoke again, voice lower this time.

“Being in pain doesn’t make you weak. Ignoring it does.”

Keegan’s jaw tightened. He wanted to argue, wanted to fight the point—but the throbbing in his skull was making it damn near impossible to think straight.

So instead, he just yanked your arm free and walked away.

The End – Finally Giving In

It got worse.

It always got worse.

By the time the next mission rolled around, Keegan was running on fumes. The pain hadn’t stopped, the lack of sleep was making it worse, and he could feel the nausea creeping up every time he moved too fast.

And of course, You noticed.

The mission had barely started when You, without looking away from his rifle, muttered into comms, “Take the ibuprofen.”

Keegan, crouched behind cover, scowled. “Fuck no.”

You exhaled sharply, like You expected that answer. “You’re useless like this. Take the damn meds!.”

Keegan swallowed against the bile rising in his throat. The pain was unbearable now, like his skull was being split in two. His hands weren’t as steady as they should’ve been. His vision was a little too blurry.

And he hated that You were right.

With a frustrated sigh, he dug into his vest pocket, pulling out the bottle You had definitely slipped in there at some point, and dry-swallowed two pills.

Silence on comms for a beat.

Then You simply said, “Good.”

Keegan sighed, adjusting his grip on his rifle. “Still fuckin’ hate you.”

Your voice was unreadable. “Yeah, yeah. Get in position.”

The headache didn’t go away immediately. It never did.

But for the first time in days, it eased.

And Keegan finally admitted to himself—maybe, just maybe—listening wasn’t so bad after all.

But he still don't give a damn fuck XD.

Miles Morales SFW Alphabet

Warnings: none Miles Morales x gn!reader

A = Affection (How Affectionate? How do they show Affection?)

Miles can be extremely affectionate but you won't really experience all the love he has to offer unless he trusts you. It might be a struggle to get him to trust you but once you're there, it's cuddles, hugs and love 24/7. When you two are walking, out of instinct he hold your hand. Sharing his new art ideas with you as a way of showing he trusts you. But if you don't rlly like affection then Miles is more than okay with that. He shows you he cares by saying phrases of endearment, going on a nice outing (could be a date) or trying out new hobbies together.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How did your friendship start?)

You two became friends on one of his graffiti nights. He was on his break and went down to the local bodega to get a sandwich when he saw you also getting a sandwich so he asked you what you would suggest getting. You told him your regular order and he ordered that. From there the conversation flourished and he told you about his art. The beginning of a long lasting friendship (soon to become relationship???). You and Miles' friendship would be full of laughs and banter; never a dull moment when you two get together. You two go own little adventures. Might be as close as the local bodega or as far as New Jersey (which isn't that far but use ur imagination).

C = Comfortable (How comfortable are they with you? What do they do that proves their comfortability?)

Miles (once he trusts you) is very comfortable with you. If he doesn't trust you/ doesn't really know you, he will seem quite distant and aloof ,but never rude, towards you. Miles shows you a lot of his art ideas as a way of showing comfortability because of how close he holds art to his heart this is his way of showing vulnerability. He also is more himself in the sense that if he has any "odd" habits, he is less afraid/ ashamed to do it in front of you. You two probably exchange music playlists or give each other movie/tv show suggestions.

D = Domestic (Would they like to settle down? How are they with house work?)

(I'm ngl im not the best when it comes to writing marriage relationship type settings it make me kinda uncomfy so imma try but sry in advance if it's bad)

I think Miles would be quite indifferent when it comes to being in a relationship (marriage etc) and having kids. But if he does get in a relationship, he would ABSOLUTELY adore his partner. He would surprise you with little gifts. Sometimes hand-made sometimes store-bought. After patrol or just a night of fighting villains, he would show up to your place with flowers and that million dollar smile and you would let him in and fix him up. Miles is good at basic house work (probably because his mum taught him from a young age). He does the dishes, laundry, cooking but can't stand doing the vacuuming because of his how sensitive his hearing is. Really good cook; do not test him when it comes to the ways of the kitchen. (He's not better than Rio though).

E = Ending (If your relationship were to end, how would they break up?)

Miles would have to really think this through, he wouldn't just do it on a whim he would've been considering this for a long time. He might have been confident when you two started but as the time goes on, he becomes more nervous and starts beating around the bush. That is until you tell him to spit it out. He takes a deep breath and the words would rush out; by the time he finishes saying what he needs to say he is sobbing. After he gets himself together and you have comforted him, you two have a civil conversation about it. He would try and continue to be friends (and it might work) however chances are that it becomes awkward between the two of you.

F = Future (What would your future together look like? What would the aura of your relationship be like?)

You can expect your relationship to be filled with a lot of spontaneous adventures (like previously mentioned). You two value spending time with each other; this could be by just doing mundane things together like cooking, watching movies, taking a walk, you name it. It's a very chill relaxed fun-loving vibe in your relationship.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they mentally and physically?)

Miles is extremely gentle mentally. He is always there if you need consoling. Ready to show you sympathy whether that be through holding you or just being there and offering you words of encouragement (if you're opposed to physical touch). Physically Miles for the most part is very gentle however there are times where he gets over excited and forgets himself (which is always very cute to watch). He wouldn't physically harm you though during this bursts of happiness. There are times where he gets angry and might say some hurtful things. This mainly happens because he bottles up all his emotions and when it's too much, he just lets it all loose. But you are more than understanding and let him talk about his emotions. Other than that he is so gentle physically and mentally.

H = Happiness (How happy are they? How happy are they with you?)

Miles is such a happy human being it's unbelievable and it's so contagious! Just his smile alone is enough to brighten up your whole mood. He is such a happy person that seeing any inch of sadness is enough to break your heart. If he's that happy on his own then imagines how happy he would be with you. He is so happy to hear from you through text or calls. Always looks forward to the next time you go out together.

I = "I love you" (How quick do they say it? How much does it mean to them?)

He takes his time saying the word. He understands how it's not just something you say to any and everyone. That phrase means a lot to Miles as well. I believe that he tell you he loves you randomly but it would definitely be like a month or two into the relationship. It would slip out during an intimate moment or a moment where he is really happy. But whatever way he does it, he means it whole-heartedly and it sure does mean the world to you.

"This is nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, thank you baby. I love you so much."

J = Jealousy (What are they like when they are jealous? How easy is it for them to get jealous?)

Miles doesn't get jealous easily (mainly because he doesn't notice when people flirt with you). But when he does notice, he gets the slightest bit sad but highly annoyed. Every time a person flirts with you, it's met with exasperated breathes and dramatic eye rolls from Miles. You tease him afterwards about how jealous he was but he always denies it.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where would they like to be kissed?)

Miles' everyday kisses are sweet and quick. Usually on the lips, cheek or four head; the type of kiss you give you s/o before you leave for work. But when you and Miles are alone and feeling very passionate, deep kisses on the lip are the go-to. If it's a more steamy setting/environment, deep lip kisses and sloppy neck kisses are first choice. He loves to be kissed on the head, nose and behind the ears. Despite how oddly specific these kiss points are, he loves them. Just a sweet kiss on those places is enough to have his legs swinging back and forth.

L = Love confession (When did they confess their love you? How did they find out that they liked you? How did they confess?)

Miles is 101% scared to confess his feeling for you to you. But he's even more afraid to confess them to himself. Being spiderman comes with a lot of risks one of them being he may loose you. If him not confessing his feelings to you keeps you alive and out of harms way, as much as it may pain him, he will do it. But lets say that the stakes aren't that high. He would probably be super nervous: he had already called you way ahead of the day of the big announcement and now he was currently waiting for you. Bouquet of your favourite flowers in hand and an envelope with a letter (he had decided that he could express his feelings for you better through written words rather than spoken). The crisp evening autumn air wisped around the both of you once you arrived. He handed you the letter with shaky hands and (unbeknownst to him) held his breath. You read the letter and once finished planted a kiss on his heated cheek. It was safe to say any tears shed that evening were of joy and relief.

M = Mornings (How are mornings spent with them? Are there any morning rituals?)

Mornings with Miles (omg it rhymes :))) ) are extremely calming and and can sometimes can be giggly. I don't think they would be very common however (:( ). Miles' parents aren't extremely strict but they definitely have reasonable rules set in place when it comes to partners staying overnight or vice versa. Overall, the morning would look something like this: you would probably wake up first because lord knows that baby sleeps like a log because of all his spider activities. You go to get out of bed but immediately get dragged back in by Miles who is seemingly awake. Stifled laughter (mainly yours) filled the air and you attempt to gently wrestle you way out of his long limbs only for his grip on you to slightly tighten. Laughter at five o'clock? That was only the start of it...

(I'm so so so sorry for not finishing this loves <3 but I got a bit bored of writing this so I decided to go halfway and just end it. Maybe if I want to I will make a pt2 to this for the other half but rn this is just getting a bit boring and I'm losing motivation to continue with this specific fic so that's gonna be it for now with this one. I've had this in my drafts for ages and recently decided to try and finish it but I just can't. Hope you enjoy this tho love you lot loads MWA <3 <3 byeeeee xx.) Always feel free to send requests!!

Can you please do like a fluff maybe tiny angst fanfic thing with Inosuke x reader😭🙏 I've been going through and awful time and struggling with my mental health and he's my absolute favorite😢. But also its totally okay if you dont dont worry about it if you dont wanna. Please & thank you! Have a good day!!

A/N: Of course! Inosuke is one of my favorites, too. You didn't give me many details to go off of, so I did my best! Reader is Gender Neutral, because the gender wasn't specified.

You Can Be Weak With Me

Inosuke x GN!Reader

Warnings: Emotional Distress/Mental Health Struggles, Self-Criticism, Physical Injury/Blood

Word Count: 2270

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The Kamaboko Squad had a strange dynamic, but somehow it worked.

Tanjiro was the heart- kind, patient, unbreakable. Zenitsu was... Nerves and noise, a blur of panic and surprising bursts of bravery. Inosuke was pure instinct, a creature of wild energy and sharp edge.

And then there was (Y/N).

Quiet. Steady. Always nearby, but never quite with them.

At every campfire, they sat a few paces away. When walking the dirt paths between villages, (Y/N) lingered at the rear, eyes constantly sweeping the surroundings. They fought like a shadow- swift, efficient, disappearing into the smoke of battle almost as quickly as they appeared.

Inosuke noticed first.

Not because he was observant, necessarily, but because he was wired to notice the things that slipped between cracks. Wild things. Quiet things.

"Hey, hey! Why are you always sneakin' off?" Inosuke had blurted one night, crouched beside the fire with a hunk of half-roasted meat skewered on his sword. His boar mask tilted toward (Y/N)'s distant figure, silhouetted at the edge of the clearing.

Tanjiro smiled in that warm, understanding way of his. "That's just how (Y/N) is, Inosuke. They like having space."

"Space?!" Inosuke repeated as if the word was foreign. He pushed himself up onto his feet with an explosive spring of motion, sword still in hand, meat forgotten. "There's too much space! We gotta be a pack! Like wolves!" He turned to Zenitsu for backup.

Zenitsu, mouth full of rice, only made a muffled noise that was probably agreement.

(Y/N) shifted slightly, but said nothing. Their gaze flickered toward the group, soft but cautious- like a stray animal deciding whether a hand reaching out was kind or cruel.

Inosuke stomped over without hesitation.

(Y/N) braced for the usual crash of sound and bluster, but when Inosuke stopped just a few feet away, there was something almost... Unsure about him. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides. Through the slits in his mask, (Y/N) caught the flash of his green eyes- narrowed, searching.

"You don't have to be all... far away," Inosuke muttered, scuffing his foot against the dirt. "You can sit closer. If you want. I mean- it's stupid if you don't."

It was probably the kindest thing he'd ever said to anyone.

(Y/N) stared at him for a long moment, chest tight with something unfamiliar- something warm. Slowly, they rose from their spot and padded closer, settling down a few feet from the others, but noticeably nearer than before.

Inosuke made a triumphant sound, like he'd won some kind of battle, and flopped down next to them with a heavy thud, his shoulder bumping theirs.

He didn't move away.

Neither did (Y/N).

The next few days passed in a blur of walking, fighting, patching wounds, and walking again. It was always like that- endless roads under endless skies, villages clinging to the edges of survival. 

Demon attacks never stopped. And neither did the Kamaboko Squad. Currently, though… They were heading somewhere specific. A Demon they had caught wind of while traveling.

But today- Well… Most days… (Y/N) was struggling.

They hid it well- or they thought they did.

The sleepless nights. The tightness in their chest that never went away. The way their hands trembled slightly after battles, not from fear of demons, but from fear of themselves- of what they weren't strong enough to be. 

There were days (Y/N) barely felt real at all.

The others were too busy to notice. Or maybe they did notice, but were kind enough not to say.

Except Inosuke.

Inosuke had the instincts of a wild animal. He didn't understand sadness- not in the way most did, not being the best at dealing with emotions. But even he could tell something was wrong.

That night, camped along a mountain trail, he found (Y/N) again sitting at the edge of the firelight, arms wrapped around their knees, face shadowed.

Inosuke didn't announce himself. Didn't shout. He just... crouched down beside them.

"You look weird," he said bluntly.

(Y/N) huffed a breath, part tired, part bitter amusement. "I always look weird."

Inosuke shook his head- his boar mask was pushed up tonight, exposing his messy hair and serious, narrowed eyes. "Not like that. You look... wrong."

He shifted closer, peering into their face with unsettling intensity.

"Are you sick? Hurt? Did somebody bite you?!" he demanded, baring his teeth a little, like he'd hunt down whatever dared.

(Y/N) tried to laugh, but it came out broken. Their throat tightened painfully. "No... I just... I'm just tired, Inosuke."

It was mostly the truth.

Mostly.

Inosuke made a low, growling sound- frustrated, restless. His whole body coiled like he wanted to do something, but he didn’t know what. Fighting he understood. Hunting he understood. This... this invisible enemy inside (Y/N)- He couldn't punch it, couldn't headbutt it into submission.

"I don't like it when you're like this," he said, voice low. "You're supposed to be strong."

(Y/N) flinched.

That was it, wasn’t it? The cruel little echo in their head.

You're supposed to be stronger.

You're supposed to be better.

You're supposed to...

"I know," (Y/N) whispered, barely audible.

Inosuke stared at them- really stared-  and something shifted behind his eyes.

Without warning, Inosuke dropped to the ground, sprawling onto his side until his head came to rest against (Y/N)'s arm. He let out a loud, theatrical sigh, as if annoyed with himself. "Tch. Fine," he grumbled. "I'll be strong enough for both of us."

(Y/N) blinked, stunned. Before they could react, Inosuke continued, fiddling with a blade of grass between his fingers. "You don't have to be strong all the time," he muttered. "You can be weak with me."

(Y/N) stared down at the wild mess of his hair, their heart squeezing so tight it hurt to breathe. In his strange, broken, stubborn way, Inosuke was telling them it was okay to fall apart. That it was okay to be a mess- and that he would stay anyway.

Something hot prickled behind their eyes. Slowly, almost without thinking, they leaned down, brushing their forehead lightly against his hair. 

"...Thank you," (Y/N) whispered, their voice cracking.

Inosuke made a pleased, confused sound and gently bumped his head against them- a soft, careful nuzzle, rare for him. 

For the first time in days, (Y/N) finally let themselves breathe. That night, they all settled in to rest. Inosuke gave (Y/N) space, leaving them alone under the stars.

When morning came, they packed up camp and set off, heading toward the last place the demon had been sighted.

But when they arrived, everything went wrong.

It wasn’t (Y/N)'s fault- not really. The demon was stronger than any of them had expected, its body slick with armored plates, its claws slicing through trees like paper. They fought with everything they had.

(Y/N) fought too. But for just a second- a single, stupid second- they got sloppy.

The demon’s claws slashed across their side, shallow but brutal, sending them crashing into a tree. When Tanjiro and Inosuke finally brought the creature down, (Y/N) was crumpled against the roots, blood darkening the earth beneath them.

Hours later, they sat alone by the dim glow of a dying campfire, one hand fisted tight over the fabric of their bandaged ribs. Their body trembled with exhaustion- and with something heavier. Something black and gnawing at the edges of their mind.

It's your fault.

You should have been faster. Smarter.

If you had died... If you had slowed the others down... Someone else could have gotten hurt.

"You stupid idiot," (Y/N) whispered, nails biting into their palm. "You're dead weight. You shouldn't be here."

A branch cracked somewhere behind them.

(Y/N) stiffened, scrubbing at their face quickly before glancing up- and froze.

Inosuke stood a few feet away, watching them with an intensity that made it impossible to look away. Neither of them spoke for a long moment.

Then Inosuke moved. In one quick, almost clumsy motion, he dropped to his knees in front of (Y/N), grabbed their face in both rough, calloused hands, and forced them to look at him.

"Don't," he said, low and fierce.

(Y/N)'s chest twisted. "Inosuke, I-"

"Shut up," he growled, but there was no anger in it. Only a raw desperation. "I can smell it on you. That stupid guilt. Like rotting meat."

(Y/N)'s breath caught in their throat.

"You fought," Inosuke said, shaking them just slightly, as if trying to jolt the poison thoughts right out of their skull. "You fought like crazy. You were hurt, but you still fought. That's strong."

"But I-" (Y/N) tried again, voice breaking. "I messed up. I let it hit me. If something happened to you, or Tanjiro, or Zenitsu, or-"

"You didn't!" Inosuke snarled. "We're all alive. Because of you."

(Y/N)'s eyes blurred with tears they couldn't stop anymore. Their whole body shook from the weight of it- the guilt, the fear, the endless, clawing pressure to be better, to be perfect, to be worth the space they took up.

"I can't-" they choked out, voice cracking wide open. "I'm not strong enough. I never was."

Inosuke made a frustrated, pained sound deep in his chest- then he pulled (Y/N) forward, hard and fast, until their forehead thumped against his bare shoulder.

"Shut up," he said again, but softer this time- almost broken. His arms wrapped around them tight, like he was physically trying to hold them together.

"You're one of us. I don't care if you're strong or weak or stupid or smart. You're mine," he muttered into their hair. "You don't have to fight alone."

(Y/N) let out a raw, shuddering breath- and finally, finally, the dam inside them cracked.

They buried their face against Inosuke’s chest and sobbed- ugly, shaking, broken sobs, the kind that tore up your ribs and left you gasping for air.

Inosuke didn’t pull away.

He just stayed there- solid and real and grounding- muttering nonsense under his breath, things like "Stupid (Y/N)," and "I'll beat up anything that makes you cry," and "You're not allowed to disappear, you hear me?"

At some point, (Y/N) stopped fighting it. They let themselves lean into him completely, clutching his shoulder gently, breathing in the warm, earthy scent of him.

They weren't okay.

But maybe... maybe they would be.

Because Inosuke- wild, reckless, stubborn Inosuke- wasn't going to let them fall apart alone.

Not anymore.

When (Y/N) woke, the first thing they noticed was the heavy warmth draped over them.

The campfire had burned down to glowing embers. Dawn light bled slowly into the gray sky, painting everything soft and muted. The air was cold, sharp enough that every breath stung their lungs- but they were warm.

Because Inosuke was still there.

Curled around them like a living shield, arms locked tight across their back, chin resting against the crown of their head. His breathing was slow and even, but his muscles were tense- even in sleep, he was ready, guarding them from enemies seen and unseen.

(Y/N) shifted slightly, wincing at the ache in their ribs.

Immediately, Inosuke stirred.

He blinked blearily down at them, messy hair falling across his forehead, green eyes sharp with instant alertness. The moment he registered they were awake, he tightened his hold just slightly, pulling them closer against his chest.

"You're not allowed to move," he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

(Y/N) gave a hoarse, surprised laugh. "I'm not?"

"Nope," Inosuke said firmly, squeezing them once like a warning.

"You didn't sleep much, did you?" they asked softly, guilt tugging at the edges of their voice.

Inosuke grunted. "I had to keep watch. You were crying like an idiot." There was no venom in it- just blunt concern, the only way he knew how to say I was scared for you without actually saying it.

(Y/N) swallowed hard. Their hands, still trembling slightly, found his shoulder- clutched it again without thinking.

"I'm sorry," they whispered.

Inosuke made a low, growling noise in his throat- angry, almost hurt- and pulled back just enough to stare into their face.

"Don't say that," he said fiercely. "Don't you dare be sorry for needing help."

His words were clumsy. Rough around the edges. But they slammed straight into (Y/N)'s chest, stealing the air from their lungs.

"I need you too," Inosuke said, quieter now. "So you gotta stay. Even if you're hurting. Even if you're scared. You gotta stay."

(Y/N) blinked rapidly against the hot sting behind their eyes. They didn't deserve this kind of loyalty. This kind of raw, stubborn care. And yet- here Inosuke was. Offering it anyway.

Slowly, carefully, (Y/N) leaned their forehead against his again. The touch was feather-light, a soft, tentative thing- but Inosuke didn’t pull away.

Instead, he tilted his head just slightly until their temples touched, grounding them both.

"I'll stay," (Y/N) whispered.

Inosuke huffed, triumphant, like he’d won some kind of secret war. "Good. 'Cause I'm not lettin' you go."

He shifted again, making himself more comfortable- essentially wrapping himself around (Y/N) like a wild animal refusing to be separated from something sacred.

They lay there in the soft light of morning, tucked into each other, heartbeat to heartbeat.

(Y/N)... felt like they belonged.

And Inosuke- reckless, fierce, utterly untamable Inosuke- was right there with them.

Where he intended to stay.

Hello, can you please do genya x black reader headcannons? Preferably a longer list! Thank you!

A/N: Absolutely! I want to make it known, though- I am an Indonesian American. So, white and Asian. I did my best, though. If there is anything that is wrong, or inaccurate, please tell me! It's purely from me being ignorant. Gonna make that known before writing for other races. Also, the gender wasn't specified, so I kept it gender neutral.

Soft Places to Fall

Genya x GN!Reader Headcannons

Warnings: None that I can really see :}

Word Count: 1479

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- First Impressions: Genya was awkward at first- painfully awkward. He wasn’t used to anyone looking at him without flinching or backing off, let alone someone as stunning as (Y/N), whose rich skin gleamed in the sunlight and whose presence was calm and steady. The first time he tried talking to them, he tripped over his words and nearly barked like a startled dog.

- Learning to Communicate: (Y/N) had a patience Genya didn’t know he needed. They were steady and unbothered by his sharpness, never mistaking it for cruelty. When Genya stumbled, they waited. When he got frustrated with himself, they gently redirected him. (Y/N)’s communication style- expressive, honest, and rooted- helped Genya learn how to express himself in healthier ways.

- Pride in Heritage: One of the things that fascinated Genya most about (Y/N) was how deeply they honored where they came from. Whether it was in the way (Y/N) braided their hair with practiced, deft fingers, or the way they spoke proudly of their family’s traditions, Genya was endlessly respectful. He loved sitting close, watching them work with oils and combs, quietly offering his clumsy help if they ever needed an extra pair of hands.

- Realizing His Feelings: It took forever for Genya to admit to himself that he liked (Y/N). It hit him the hardest during a random training session- when (Y/N) laughed at something stupid and the sunlight caught their skin like they were dipped in gold. He stood there, slack-jawed, a sword dangling uselessly in his hand, while his heart punched against his ribs.

- The Clumsy Confession: Genya was horrible at confessing. He didn't plan anything out; it just exploded out of him one evening after a mission. (Y/N) was patching up his bruised hands, and suddenly he blurted, "I LIKE YOU!"- way too loud, way too fast. He looked absolutely horrified with himself after, fists clenched at his sides, refusing to meet their eyes.

- (Y/N)’s Response: (Y/N) just blinked at him... then smiled. A slow, soft smile that could melt glaciers. They didn’t laugh or make fun of him- they just leaned closer and said, “I like you too, you big dummy.” Genya nearly passed out from relief.

- Defending Them: Woe to anyone who even looked at (Y/N) the wrong way. Genya had zero tolerance for racism or disrespect. His temper was legendary already, but when it came to (Y/N), it burned hotter than anything. He didn’t care who he had to go through- he would never let them feel small or unwelcome.

- Physical Affection: Physical affection took a long time for Genya to get comfortable with- but (Y/N)’s touch was warm, grounding. They never rushed him. A brush of hands, a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder, a slow forehead press after a hard battle- (Y/N) taught him that softness wasn’t weakness.

- Comfort after Insecurities: Whenever Genya fell into spirals of self-hatred- thinking himself ugly, monstrous, unworthy- (Y/N) was there. They’d cup his face, calloused thumbs brushing his cheeks, and remind him how they saw him: strong, loyal, beautiful in ways that no wound could ever touch. And when (Y/N) faced their own struggles, their exhaustion in a world that sometimes refused to understand them, Genya held them close, swearing between gritted teeth that he would always stand by them.

- First Date: Their first "date" wasn’t anything fancy. Genya asked them awkwardly if they wanted to walk with him after training. They wandered through a quiet forest path, hands brushing but not quite holding yet, both a little too shy. (Y/N) talked about their dreams, Genya listened intently, occasionally throwing in gruff, "That's real cool..." without realizing how red his ears were.

- Small Gestures of Love: Genya was never big on grand displays. Instead, he showed his love in quiet, stubborn ways- carrying their things without being asked, standing just slightly in front of them when they entered a new town, making sure they had a seat by the fire first. (Y/N) quickly learned to recognize the meaning behind his rough edges. 

- Genya’s Protective Nature Intensifies: Now that they were officially dating, Genya’s protective instincts were off the charts. Even minor cuts on (Y/N) during training sent him into panic mode. He’d kneel in front of them immediately, hands hovering like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch until they nodded.

- Learning Affection in (Y/N)’s Style: (Y/N) showed affection in ways Genya wasn’t used to- through small touches, gentle teasing, long, meaningful looks. At first, he got so flustered he had to look away. But little by little, he grew used to it, even starting to crave it- especially when (Y/N) would reach up, cupping the back of his neck and pulling him into a soft, forehead-to-forehead moment.

- Awkward But Sweet Pet Names: (Y/N) had cute nicknames for him early on- “Tough guy,” “Big softie,” sometimes “Sunshine” just to mess with him. Genya had no idea what to call (Y/N) at first and would get so serious trying to pick the perfect one. Eventually, he just stuck with “(Y/N),” but the way he said it- low, reverent- made it feel like the most important name in the world.

- Their First Kiss: It happened after a brutal mission when they both thought they might not make it back. Sitting under a half-collapsed shrine, Genya finally worked up the nerve. It was so careful- he hovered a beat too long, giving (Y/N) every chance to pull away. But when (Y/N) tilted their head slightly and closed the gap, it was messy, desperate, and full of so much feeling Genya was almost shaking.

- Promises Made Quietly: Genya wasn’t a man of big speeches. Instead, after their first kiss, as he held (Y/N) tightly against him, he whispered, "I'll protect you... no matter what." It wasn’t just about demons. It was about the world. About ignorant looks, hateful words, anything that might ever try to dim (Y/N)’s light. He meant it with everything he had.

- Domestic Vibes: Once they were past the awkward phase, Genya was the definition of a homebody with (Y/N). He loved spending quiet evenings with them, whether it was cleaning weapons, sitting outside watching the stars, or just sharing food. Even in silence, there was never discomfort- only warmth.

- Physical Comfort: Genya got extremely affectionate after a while, but only with (Y/N). It wasn’t uncommon for him to absentmindedly pull them into his lap when sitting down, lean against them until he practically melted, or wrap his arms around their waist from behind when they were talking to someone.

- Hair and Skin Care Bonding: Genya lived for the moments when (Y/N) would let him help with their haircare routine. He took it very seriously- he’d sit on the floor in front of them, a towel spread out, oils and creams nearby, determined not to mess anything up. He loved the closeness, the quiet trust of it all. (Y/N) also started making small skincare blends for him when his scars acted up, and he followed their instructions religiously.

- Shared Dreams: Late at night, under the stars, they talked about the future. A quiet home. Fields of green. A place where (Y/N) could be loud, soft, angry, joyful- everything- without apology. Where Genya could smile without fear. They didn't know if they'd survive the war against demons, but if they did… they knew they'd build that life together.

- Jealous but Chill: Genya’s jealousy mellowed out after a while. If someone flirted with (Y/N), he didn’t immediately bristle like before. He trusted them completely. That said, he still gave a signature Genya death glare if someone got too bold- and (Y/N) would usually have to tug him away before he scared someone half to death.

- Fight Banter: After getting used to fighting side-by-side, (Y/N) and Genya developed a lowkey bantering style mid-battle. "Cover me!" "When don't I?" "Don't get cocky, (Y/N)!" It wasn’t disrespectful; it was rhythm. Trust. They were so in tune with each other that it made them a terrifying pair to face.

- Protectiveness Without Smothering: Genya’s protectiveness matured into a deep, steady support. He no longer rushed to shield (Y/N) from everything- he knew they were strong. Instead, he stood at their side, a constant, immovable force. He had faith in their strength and just wanted to be their shield when needed.

- Cooking Together: Neither of them were master chefs, but they loved cooking together. It was chaotic, messy, and filled with laughter. (Y/N) would introduce him to different seasonings and recipes from their culture, watching proudly as he learned to get the spices almost right. Genya beamed like a kid whenever (Y/N) complimented his cooking attempts.

hi hiii, could I request headcanons or a one shot (completely up to you) that's a shuichi saihara x reader where the reader is kaede's brother/sibling? that whole dynamic?

(if not, feel free to ignore)

thank you <3

A/N: Yes, absolutely! I kept the reader gender neutral, since it wasn't specified. Hope that's okay :}

A Little Too Close

Shuichi x GN!Reader Headcannons

Warnings: Grief/Loss, Trauma, and Nightmares

Word Count: 1527

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-Shuichi's first reaction to meeting (Y/N): He’s startled. Not because they’re intimidating, but because… They look like Kaede. Or maybe it's their energy, their expressions, the way they say his name. It throws him off. He fumbles with his hat almost immediately, tugging it low as he mumbles a polite greeting. “I didn’t know Kaede had a sibling…” (Y/N) smiles. “Guess she didn’t talk about me much, huh?” That makes him nervous. Not because of them- but now he’s overthinking what Kaede did say, and whether it was enough to prepare him for them. Spoiler: It wasn’t.

-They remind him of Kaede… but not quite: There are moments where they laugh or tilt their head just like she used to, and his heart squeezes. But then (Y/N) says something unexpected- sarcastic, bold, or quietly observant- and he realizes: They’re not her. And that’s… oddly comforting. They’re not a walking shadow of Kaede. They’re their own person. It makes him want to understand them more. Quietly. Carefully. Like a case he doesn’t want to mess up.

-Early awkwardness: He doesn’t know how to act around them at first. Should he treat them like Kaede treated him? Should he be distant, out of respect? (Y/N) catches him doing that weird thing where he hovers in a doorway, half-turning like he’s about to leave. They just raise an eyebrow and tell him to sit down. He does. Immediately. No questions asked. (They tease him about that later.)

-Accidental late-night conversations: The first time the two really talk is late- everyone else is asleep or gone, and the only sound is the ticking of a clock and some distant wind. (Y/N) asks him how he’s doing, really. He’s not used to someone asking without a motive. They don’t push, but they stay. That stays with him longer than their words do.

-Soft, silent comfort: He starts to notice how (Y/N) lingers when he’s feeling overwhelmed. How they never force conversation, but they offer it, like an open hand he can take or not. He realizes he likes their silence. It’s not awkward- it’s safe. Sometimes, they’ll just sit nearby with a book, or hum a tune Kaede used to play, and that’s enough to ground him.

-Little moments that get to him: (Y/N) fixes his collar without thinking. He freezes. They just go, “There. It was bugging me.” They bring him tea when he’s deep in notes. He thanks them with pink cheeks and a voice softer than usual. They laugh at one of his rare jokes, and he’s stunned for a second- then shyly smiles. He’s starting to look forward to making them laugh again.

-The turning point: He catches himself watching them one day- not analyzing, not deducing- just watching, with a kind of warmth in his chest that makes him anxious. He blurts out, “You’re… really different from Kaede.” “Yeah? Is that a good thing?” He hesitates. Then nods, voice low. “Yeah. It is.”

-Shuichi starts letting his walls down, little by little: At first, it’s subtle. He actually starts seeking them out instead of waiting for them to bump into him. They’ll catch him standing nearby when they’re talking to someone else, not saying much, just listening. He says it’s “out of habit,” but his eyes keep drifting to (Y/N). They ask if he wants to walk with them somewhere, and he says “Sure,” with this small, surprised smile like he wasn’t expecting to be invited.

-(Y/N) starts understanding his little tells: When he’s anxious, he tugs at his gloves. When he’s genuinely happy, his voice gets a little higher and softer. And when he’s looking at them- really looking- they can feel the intensity, even if he drops his gaze the second they meet it. They pretend not to notice when he stares a little too long, just to see how long it takes for him to turn red. (Spoiler: not long.)

-Domestic softness sneaks in: (Y/N) brings him tea or coffee without him asking now. They even remember how he takes it. Sometimes they sit beside him while he’s writing up notes on a case and rest their chin on his shoulder until he blushes and stiffens like a statue. He starts handing them his jacket on cold days without a word. He says, “You looked cold,” but he’s the one shivering.

-Kaede’s memory brings them together, not apart: One night, they’re both sitting in the music room. The piano sits untouched. (Y/N) says, “She’d hate how quiet it is in here.” Shuichi nods, staring at the keys. “She would’ve played something bright… even if no one was listening.” They play a few notes, a little clumsy at first, but Shuichi closes his eyes and listens. “You sound like her,” he whispers. “But… not.” They smile. “That’s the idea.”

-He confides in (Y/N), finally: He tells them he still has nightmares. About trials, about people he couldn’t save. They don’t try to fix it. They just listen, and then they tell him about their own fears. How losing Kaede still feels unreal. He reaches out, hesitates… then rests his hand lightly on theirs. No words. Just warmth. Just: I’m here.

-The “oh no I like them” moments: He overhears someone flirting with (Y/N) and nearly drops his notebook. He’s not jealous (he tells himself), but he definitely interrupts with something awkward and unnecessary. They ask if he wants to try cooking something together and he agrees way too fast, then spends the whole time pretending to be calm while he burns the rice. They fall asleep next to him during a late night chat. He watches them breathe for a while, then whispers, “I think Kaede would’ve liked this… us.”

-The shift: One day, (Y/N) brushes some hair out of his eyes without thinking. He catches their wrist mid-motion. “You always do that,” he says softly. “Like you’re not even thinking about it.” They shrug. “Maybe I just want an excuse to touch you.” Silence. His ears go red. Then, so quietly it’s barely there: “You don’t need an excuse.”

-The moment it finally clicks, for both of them: It happens quietly. No fireworks. No huge romantic gesture. Maybe they’re both watching the stars one night, side by side, shoulder to shoulder. (Y/N) says something like, “I wish Kaede could’ve seen this.” And Shuichi says, “I think she’d be happy. I mean… that we found each other.” There’s a pause. They both glance at each other. Something in the air changes. It’s not just comfort anymore. It’s something deeper. Something that’s been growing, slowly and patiently, in all the silences and half-smiles and lingering stares.

-Neither of them say it immediately… but it feels different: After that night, the way he looks at (Y/N) is different. More direct. Like he’s not afraid anymore. They catch yourself holding their breath when he leans close to show them something in his notebook. His fingers brush theirs and neither of them pull away this time.

-The first kiss: It’s so painfully gentle. Shuichi is careful, like he’s afraid to break something delicate. He hesitates right before, his lips just a breath away, and whispers, “Is this okay?” (Y/N) nods, heart fluttering, and he finally closes the gap. It’s shy and sweet and makes their knees go weak. When they pull back, they’re both red-faced and smiling like idiots. He covers his face with his hand and just goes, “Wow…” (Y/N) teases him: “What? Solved the case of your own feelings?” “Took me long enough,” he mumbles. 

-The “we’re official” moments: He doesn’t call them his partner right away. He just kind of… sticks closer. Sits next to them every time. Carries two drinks instead of one. He accidentally blurts out “my p- my partner.” in front of someone and then refuses to make eye contact for a whole hour. (Y/N) doesn’t tease him too much. They just take his hand and lace their fingers with his under the table. That shuts down his anxiety real quick.

-Soft, sleepy comfort: They take naps together now. Shuichi’s arms around their waist, his breath slow and steady against the back of their neck. He sleeps better when they're there. No nightmares. No tension in his shoulders. They kiss the top of his head before he falls asleep. He never says anything, but the way he exhales tells them everything.

-Domestic sweetness: He leaves them little notes when he’s busy, “Don’t forget to eat. I left your favorite tea by the kettle.” They write back on the same paper, “You’re cuter when you’re bossy.” He keeps that note in his pocket for weeks.

-The quiet confession (finally said out loud): He says it first. Not in a dramatic moment, but while they’re brushing his hair out of his eyes before bed. “I love you,” he says, barely above a whisper. “I just… I do.” (Y/N) smiles. “I know. I love you too, detective.” He exhales like he’s been holding it in for months. Then he pulls them close and doesn’t let go.

so this is love

I was walking down the street, returning home from work. It was calm- the leaves fallen on the ground in different shades of brown, orange and yellow, the ambrosial of sweet potatoes, cinnamon, pumpkins, cooked butternut squash and much more, telling that fall had arrived. A hand had made its way around my shoulder; I'd recognized the scent of cloves and vanilla from the perfume. I knew who it was and a smile had already formed on my lips.

"Good evening" said the voice as we continued walking. "evening; how was your day?" I asked while wrapping my hands around his. "Good to be frank never had a day off for myself, walked the dog and slept in the whole day" Fabio answered, we continued talking loving the presence of one another. The hair on my neck and arms rose up due to chilly breeze and the next thing I knew was being pulled in and hugged by Fabio, while my body was covered by his long coat.

"better?" "much better". We stood on the quite street as the classics of 1950's love songs started playing from one of the houses. "may I ?" Fabio asked while locking his eyes with mine that showed pure love, affection, they held trust and felt the same when we first met or when he was there by my side at my worst times saying that 'it was all going to be okay'.

I nodded smiling as he guided me in the middle of the street, it was late and there weren't vehicles on the road. I felt his hands on my waist while I wrapped mine around his neck. We moved our bodies serenely to the sound of music, staring into each others eyes with deep affection. Our lips were inches apart, Fabio closed the gap between us. His lips were perfectly synced with mine as if it were a red string of fate bringing two people deeply in love with one another back together. It felt warm, fuzzy, slow and ardent. They felt home and comfort. It was one of his ways to tell me that he was never going to let me go.

The calm music expressing true love, leaves falling on the ground, harvest of cranberries and two people madly in love in the middle of the street dancing and kissing. It felt like the time was moving slow. It was perfect.

a/n- please ignore the grammatical errors. Credits to google as well for help <3

Not much of a post but this has been rotting in my brain dungeon for soooooo long.

The "too many beds" trope reversal trope

Dear holy beings and whatever fuckery that exists in this plane of existence, you have no fuckin idea how I want actually content of Too Many Beds like imagine this :

You and your lover/friend/rival end up at a shitty hotel in the middle of god knows where. Every room is booked by couples to, y'know, do the deed. The receptionist dumped you and your companion in the only room available, the family room or something like that. You have no problem with needing to share, but this place is trash and the blankets are so thin. You sneak out of bed, tugging at your companion's blanket as they stir awake, grumbling at you for waking them out after they finally fell asleep. You whine, and crawl into their bed, and you cuddle... Or well, whatever you wanna do.

Bam, content. Now, time to go back into hibernation.

-Vandal

I don't know what possessed me to write but here goes. Not beta read.

Nsfw Warning

Sub! GN! Character x GN! Reader (can be read as a strap)

"What's next?"

It's a question that's been in your mind for a long while.

Graduating college, finding a job and all that is nice, but where to next?

A lover? A friend? Or did you need something else? Or nothing at all?

But with them underneath you, panting your name like a prayer, repeating over and over, you quickly focus on the cute face beneath you instead. Their legs trembles as they weakly wrap their thighs around your waist, they drool and arched their back just for you. They moan and whimper as you ram into them, shaking the bed a little, they start mumbling about how full they felt as drool slips from the corners of their puffy lips.

They're so good for you, so pretty with their hair spread on the pillow like a halo, your pretty little angel.

Who cares for a lover, friend or whatever. You have an angel beneath you, and perhaps they're all you need right now.

I can't believe I wrote this :)))))) anyways, I don't have a schedule, I don't really take coms and basically write when I feel like it so yea