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falling out of love pt 2

Author’s Note: for ppl who enjoy breaking their own hearts. 😔

falling out of love pt 2

Hashira x Reader, Kamaboko x Reader

Word Count: ~700

CW: none

falling out of love pt 1

~faqs~

They know you’re falling out of love when…

… you’re genuinely impatient with Zenitsu. You’re still polite toward his self perceived shortcomings, but you aren’t safe anymore. When he starts feeling inadequate under your scrutiny.

… you stop challenging Inosuke to rematches. To anything. He’s dimly aware of your fading interest. Of your dwindling amusement. But he immediately assumes you’re simply tired of losing to him. Until he tries—in his typical, roundabout manner—to apologize, and you shrug him off airily. When he realizes you don’t care about winning or losing. When he realizes you don’t care about him.

… Gyomei ceases to impress you. He’s humble. Not consciously determined to awe or dazzle you. But he adores you. Adores how you cheer enthusiastically as he trains. Adores how you dote over even his slightest injuries. Adores how your giggling makes him feel invincible. When he discovers his invincibility has a fatal weakness. You. Or—more precisely—a lack of you.

… you forget to inquire about Kaburamura. Obanai appreciates your thoughtfulness. Your attentiveness. So to neglect his only other consistent—you, being the first—companion? He isn’t offended. But he dreads the creeping implication of your behavior. When you slowly but surely seem to relinquish your position of significance. When you distance yourself from him to allow someone, something, else to fill your spot. But, you’re irreplaceable.

… your kisses become fleeting. Tanjirou barely feels the comforting warmth of your lips against his forehead before you’re wiggling away. Hardly registers the pressure of your mouth grazing his cheek before you grab his hand, mumbling about lunch. Your subtle gestures—tapping his shoulder, squeezing his bicep, ruffling his hair—used to feel intimate. And now? They feel monotonous. When he blushes as you poke his nose, and all you do is faintly smile.

… you answer Mitsuri shortly. Not short as in terse. Short as in, literally, short. How was your day? she’ll ask with a radiant grin. Fine you’ll answer, smiling back. Nothing more. Nothing less. The first time, she assumes you’re sleepy. The second time, she assumes you’re hangry. When there’s a third time, a fourth time, and a fifth time. When you feel like a stranger to her, regardless of her devotion and effort.

… you brush off Shinobu’s concerns. She knows she tends to worry, can be overbearing. But you reassure her. I feel so loved and Thank you for cherishing me and Let me take care of you. And then… you shift. I’m fine and Whatever and Let me handle this. When you clearly don’t need—don’t want—her presence.

… you tell Kyojuro. Just as he’s honest with you, you’re honest with him. He tells himself he’s taking your confession well. This is okay, I am okay, okay, okay, okay. But you know better. You know him. The ache in his stare mirroring the despair in yours. He doesn’t ask to try and fix or solve or put back together. Because he respects you. Trusts you. Even as you strip him of time, of being — of love.

… you talk to Sanemi normally. You have your Sanemi voice, and your everyone else voice. A soft vulnerability, and a casual nonchalance. He doesn’t expect you to speak with your Sanemi voice in public, but in private? He knows something’s wrong. Teetering. Fracturing. When you address Sanemi just as you address everyone else.

… Muichiro notices a decline in the little things. A decline in how often you grab him chopsticks along with your own. Always to never. In how often you offer him a glass of water when you too feel thirsty. Always to never. When he watches you pluck a flower. When you don’t pluck another for him.

… you don’t borrow Giyuu’s haori. He doesn’t catch you nuzzling your nose into its collar. Doesn’t find you napping with it on. Doesn’t have to playfully wrestle you to finally get to wear it himself. When you’re satisfied with your own scent, your own comfort, your own haori.

… you ignore Tengen. Not consciously or manipulatively. You just. Tune him out. Flamboyant. Quiet. Flashy. Promising. No matter the angle, he fails to enrapture you. He teases you, initially. Distracted? as he winks enthusiastically, flexing exaggeratedly. Frowns when you spare him the sparsest of glances. When you aren’t distracted. When you’re disconnected, discontent, disappearing.

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meowzfordayz · 2 years

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i love you means you’re never ever ever getting rid of me

Author’s Note: stumbled upon some cute inspo earlier, so voila !! Results !! 🤗

i love you means you’re never ever ever getting rid of me

Kamaboko x Reader

Word Count: ~1,600

CW: mild sexual content, traumatic references

~faqs~

Refuses to let go of you

Literally

Holds your shoulder: “Just making sure you don’t lose your balance.”

Elbow: “I’m such a gentleman, aren’t I?”

Hand: “Your hand fits so perfectly in mine!”

Pinky: “Promise you love me?”

Anything

Contact is a must

What if you disappear on him ??

If he can’t touch you, then he’ll settle for touching you by association

Has a couple of your spare shirts: “They smell like you, and you smell like home.”

Collects your broken hair accessories: “Don’t throw them awaaay! They’re so pretty, and you’re so pretty.”

Steals bites from your breakfast/lunch/dinner/snack

You know he’s afraid

In the sweetest way

Not so much that you’ll *poof* disappear on him

But that you’ll be sent on one mission too many

And not come back

Deep inhale

He does NOT want to think, entertain, consider that

Nope, zilch, nada

“I could go with yoouuu?” he whines hopefully, fingers tangled in your sleeves

You chuckle

“Let’s not endanger more people than necessary.”

“DaNGER?” he gasps, “Don’t say thaaat.”

Snorting, you pry his desperate fingers from your sleeves, sandwiching them between your reassuring palms

“We’re in danger all the time, Zeni,” you begin firmly, “But…” your tone softens as his eyes shine wetly, “You’re never going to be rid of me. Alright?”

“How can you be so suuure?” he blubbers, nose scrunched in confusion and despair

“Because I love you,” you shrug matter-of-factly

He gulps as fat, adoring tears slide down his cheeks, “I love you tooooo.”

You press your forehead lightly to his

You’re the best Zeni No you

I miss you already Zeni Miss you more

Remember to sleep, okay Zeni? Can’t without you

You’ll be the first to know when I return Don’t take too long

I love you I love you

Soaking in the depth of your shared devotion

Before departing on your mission

Not clingy in the traditional sense

Is affection deprived and touch starved

And projects this constantly onto you

If you forget to say good morning?

“GOOD MORNING, [Y/N]!”

If you forget to compliment his abs during training?

“YOU’RE LOOKING MIGHTY MUSCLE-Y, [Y/N]!”

If you forget to hold his hand?

“HOLD MY HAND, [Y/N]?!”

If you forget to kiss his cheek good night?

“KISS ME GOOD NIGHT, [Y/N]?!”

Is the opposite of timid regarding his feelings for you

Although he may not consciously realize this

—Hoping you’ll say good morning to him isn’t unreasonable: you’re partners, aren’t you?

—Hoping you’ll compliment his abs during training isn’t unreasonable: they’re very strong and worthy, aren’t they?

—Hoping you’ll hold his hand isn’t unreasonable: it’s toasty, and yours is usually f r e e z i n g

—Hoping you’ll kiss his cheek good night isn’t unreasonable: what if he doesn’t wake up? then at least his final waking memory would be your plush lips on his flushed skin

Inosuke’s highkey clueless about how often he embarrasses you

You know he means well

If it really bothered you, then you would’ve sat him somewhere secluded by now and calmly—lovingly—explained the nuances and annoyances of his behavior

But, in all honesty, you’re affection deprived and touch starved too

—You mumble “good morning” with an endeared smile

—You avert your eyes, face scrunching cutely as you stammer, “T-thank you Inosuke… you’remightymuscle-ytoo.”

—You slip your hand wordlessly into his, squeezing tightly in apology

—You peck both his cheeks good night, sometimes daring to lick his nose

Inosuke may be clueless about how often he embarrasses you

But he knows what you need, and when you need it

Certain stance troubling you? He’ll spend hours practicing with you, staving off your rising frustration with a steady stream of encouragement as you persevere, and loud cheering when you finally execute it to your satisfaction

Hangry because you forgot to eat amidst chores and/or training? He’ll keep his mouth shut, handing you bowl after bowl of dinner—don’t ask how he got them… Aoi isn’t aware yet—until he sees the hanger daze lift from your eyes

Quieter than usual? He’ll silently tug on your uniform, leading you to his room, rolling out his futon, sprawling leisurely, and opening his arms to you—cuddle sessions with him are infrequent since y’all are busy slaying demons/recovering from slaying demons/training to slay demons, not to mention he’s still plenty gruff around the edges, but he has an uncanny knack for knowing exactly when to play the Cuddle Card and he’s always elated, albeit shy, to do it

“Inosuke…”

He grunts

“What does love mean to you?” you ask hesitantly

You’re curled into his chest following a particularly stressful mission—physically unscathed mostly, but emotionally and mentally brittle

He tenses

Thing is, he’s thought about love—loving you—a lot

Man’s definitely contemplative

Even if what’s typically spewed suggests otherwise

i.e. FIGHT ME and various Inosuke phrases

You wait, patiently, nuzzling tiredly at his neck

He swallows thickly

This is what love means to me

“I love you,” he murmurs lowly, “And that means you’re never ever ever getting rid of me.”

You giggle, tiny puffs of your breath warming his jaw

“I love you.” You’re never ever ever getting rid of me either, Hashibira Inosuke “I guess we’re stuck together.”

A rough laugh vibrates through his ribcage

That doesn’t sound so bad he muses

That sounds

Ideal

You can take care of yourself

You know this

Kamado Tanjirou knows this

Everyone knows this

The moment you’d noticed his stares lingering a tad longer than normal

The moment you’d noticed his smiles widening a tad more than usual

When looking at you

When smiling at you

You’d marched directly up to him and said without any uncertainty

“You’re beautiful and I’m romantically interested in you—I wish I could bottle the color of your cheeks—and you’re not as subtle as you think. Let me clarify though: I am not anyone’s fix it project.”

That clarification had stung him a bit, ngl

But he’d taken it in stride

Your independence and determination had been a major, initial point of attraction for him anyway

Gradually expanding to

your adorable I-just-woke-up face

how you burp when you laugh too hard

your wrinkled uniform (he’d discovered later that this was because you’d fall asleep in it—he doesn’t let you do that anymore—he does his best to nudge you to bed before you can reach that level of exhaustion)

your obsession with eating slightly undercooked noodles (you insist that they’re better crunchy)

etc

Thing is, Tanjirou simply wants to take care of you

He knows he doesn’t need to

But has difficulty explaining the difference to you in an acceptable manner

—“I told you I can carry this myself,” you chide gently

“I know, I know,” he shakes his head fondly, “You can absolutely carry anything and everything yourself,” he darts forward, kissing your strained bicep, “Love you.”

—“I don’t mind finishing up here. Let me do my chores,” you playfully cross your arms at him, raising an eyebrow as he sheepishly puts your shirt back in the laundry basket. “What if the clothing line’s hung too high?” he winks. “It’s not. I hung it,” you sass. “Love you [y/n].”

—“M’not tired, don’ tell me wha’ t’ do,” you slur, chin bobbing as you stubbornly continue writing your mission report. “Love you,” he places his haori over your shoulders, already knowing you’ll return it wrinkled in the morning

On the rare occasions that you ask for his assistance

He doesn’t rub it in

Tanjirou’s honored and fuzzy and beaming

Because, although it took him a while to grasp, he understands what asking for help means to you

Understands that you’re terrified of weakness, of vulnerability, of perceived shortcoming

Not in others— just yourself

That to you let me take care of you sounds like you can’t take care of yourself

That to you I want to help you sounds like you can’t help yourself

—You don’t disagree, argue, fight often

But an especially silly eruption over him sliding open a door for you

Leads to an intimate, heartbreaking confession

“Anyone who’s ever cared for me… anyone who’s ever helped me… they. They’ve. Died. The more you love me, the more likely I am to lose you.”

You’re blunter than intended, but how does one communicate such a truth?

Many rebuttals come to Tanjirou’s mind

That has nothing to do with you! Our world is violent, yet here you are, slaying demons to make that less so

I’m sorry for your losses [y/n], but they aren’t a reflection of your ability — you’re the most capable person I know

You’ll lose me, eventually. That is the unbreakable cycle of what it means to be human. So, love me, [y/n], and let me love you. If we’re going to lose each other, then I’d rather do it in love than from a distance

“Well [y/n].”

He grins brightly, unwaveringly

“I’m afraid I’ll have to ruin that unfortunate pattern, because.”

He touches his nose to yours, inhaling the fear, the hurt, the love in your scent

“I love you.”

He kisses you softly, promisingly

“And that means you’re never ever ever getting rid of me.”

To anyone else he might come off…

Insensitive

unfortunate pattern being a child friendly way to describe death

But to you?

He’s humorous despite the weight

Reassuring without overbearing

Taking care of you

“Kamado Tanjirou,” you whisper

His stare lingers knowingly, memorizing the ridges and glints, joys and shackles, painted in your eyes

“I love you.”

“Love you more,” he sticks his tongue out at you

“Most,” you roll your eyes

“Impossible.”

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