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Shinji Hirako x Reader - Lame

You didn’t know why he tried, really. He was fighting a futile battle, and you certainly weren’t going to help him. A loud, obnoxious voice drifted from the front room, laced with rising annoyance. His accent was always so much harsher when he threw a tantrum. You lifted the rice off the burner and set it to one side. A small hand burrowed into yours as you crept to the doorway dividing the kitchen from the living room. Your daughter clung to your side, peering around your robe at the scene. Shinji knelt in the middle of an ocean of LPs. His cravat was askew, teeth showing in a grimace. He gestured with a vinyl record. ‘Ya

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Kensei Muguruma x Reader - Flowers

The cellophane crinkled between your nervous fingers. The hall was empty, which you could only count as a blessing, considering your current mission. It was a deadly one. Your target was intuitive, lethal, and grumpy. You rocked back on your heels, eyeing the closed office door. He was in there. You could feel his spiritual pressure, like a small maelstrom of heat and power on the other side of that slab of wood. Your fingers twitched nervously on your burden, eyes wide and wary. Would he accept it? The scent was fresh and sweet. The colours perhaps a bit bright, but not outrageous. Your lips pursed. Would he laugh at you? Probably not. As

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Shunsui Kyoraku x Reader - Tangles

The sun had set over four hours ago and crisp, cold air drifted in from the garden. You could close the shoji, and the room would turn cosy in no time, but the chill was the only thing keeping you awake. The magazine on your lap certainly was not. The Seireitei Communication had its merits, but your husband's writing was not one of them. You only read his dire little romance series out of some twisted sense of loyalty. And he'd sulk if you didn't. The Rose-coloured Path was...not good. What it lacked in literary finesse, it tried to make up for in melodrama and steamy romance. It failed parlessly on both counts. You'd tried pointing these

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Kyoraku Shunsui x Reader - Sake

Choosing sake is a delicate affair. There are many types, some finer than others, some sweeter, some designed to be served hot, room temperature, or chilled. Generally, the finer the sake, the cooler the temperature it ought to be drunk. Naturally, the purer the brew, the more the cost skyrockets. You rubbed your thumb across your lower lip, eyes roving back and forth over the rustic wooden shelves. This particular sake brewer was little known, but his prices were enough to make a Kuchiki blink. ‘You sure you haven’t accidentally put the decimal in the wrong place, Kokori-san?’ you called to the wizened old man standing st

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Soifon/Sui-Feng x Reader - Homecoming

’____-chan, drink up!’ The order came along with the glug of more sake being poured into your cup. Followed by a hiccupy giggle. Matsumoto was already further gone than you. She always got drunk faster. Something about her metabolism. 'Come on. It’s no fun if I’m the only drunk one.’ You snorted. 'Is that how you get Shuuhei and Izuru to strip down for you all the time? It’s not my fault you’re a lightweight.’ 'I’m not a lightweight!’ Rangiku objected, waving her sake cup to illustrate her point. She slopped the liquor all down her wrist. Pouting, she started to lick the spillage o

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Ikkaku Madarame x Reader - Lucky Dance

You pressed the button on the electronic device. Immediately, a loud, thumping noise blasted from the small, powerful speakers. You stumbled back, hands over your ears. You scrambled to turn the little volume dial. The thumping noise turned into a low, background beat. Breathing a sigh of relief, you poked your head out of the door to your room, looking down the hall. Empty. No-one else seemed to have noticed the small cacophony from your quarters. You shut the door tight. What you were about to do was so stupid, but Matsumoto had insisted you try it. You didn’t always take her advice, but where was the harm? And, she’d said, it

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Jushiro Ukitake x Reader - Jasmine Tea

You paused with your fist raised to knock on the door. It felt as though your heart was pushing up into your throat, making it difficult to breathe. You squeezed your eyes shut, ignoring the urge to turn around and run back to your quarters. If your shaking legs could carry you that far. Your hand began to lower, but you caught yourself, tapping your knuckles against the edge of the door frame before you could talk yourself out of it again. Months. Months of convincing yourself to go through with it. To spit it out, for better or for worse. You held your breath, forcing your hands down by your sides to prevent yourself from knocking again. I