hello! i'm Cabbage (she/her) and welcome to my blog! i write for many different fandoms, mostly focused on several different animes but i occasionally step out into different things as well, if you want to know if i write for a certain fandom all you need to do is ask! my ask box is open for comments, questions, concerns, or even just general conversation. i frequently open my ask box for requests, but please make sure to double-check before sending something in. don't worry about sending something in even if you think it's random or silly, i will love it anyway. anon mode is available, but i will turn it off if things start getting uncomfortable, i really want to just come on here and write my fun stories and i hope you all enjoy them.
ABOUT REQUESTS
nsfw content; this blog posts a fair amount of nsfw content but it is not the only thing i post. there is / will be plenty of sfw content as well. there will always be a warning in the beginning as well as a list of the various things included so that you may scroll past if you are not interested. when requesting nsfw content that you are not sure i will write please feel free to ask about what kinks i am not comfortable with. i don't want to make an entire list, because you probably don't want to read it, so i am leaving the floor open for questions. if you are under 18 please do not read or interact with my nsfw content, i am an adult and that would make me extremely uncomfortable. this is for the safety of everyone please just scroll past.
specificity; in requests you can be as specific or non-specific as you'd like. i've had requests that are several paragraphs long and requests that were just a couple of words, i will probably figure out something for it no matter what. however, i would like to stress if there is anything that you would not like included in your request please let me know. pronouns as well, even just using they/she/he in reference to the reader is enough. otherwise, i usually default to a gender-neutral reader. i also accept requests where the reader might be afab or amab but uses different pronouns - pronouns do not have to be mutually exclusive to the reader's genitalia so please just let me know!
be courteous and kind; i'm a university student so i frequently get pretty busy with assignments or just general stress, so while i REALLY do prefer to stick to a specific writing schedule it doesn't always work out that way, so I ask that you be patient with me. you can absolutely ask me nicely what the hold-up is and i will try and stay on schedule as much as possible.
MASTERLISTS — REQUESTS ARE OPEN
✣ ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM
✾ ATTACK ON TITAN
✿ BLACK CLOVER
❊ BUNGO STRAY DOGS
❋ CHAINSAW MAN
❀ DEMON SLAYER
✽ HUNTER X HUNTER
❁ JUJUTSU KAISEN
ꕤ MY HERO ACADEMIA
❃ TOKYO REVENGERS
⚘ MISC.
CABBAGES CURRENTS
currently watching; jujutsu kaisen (s2) & fire force!
hey! thank you so much! i am doing good, i just haven't been on tumblr in a longggg time. it's been even longer since i've written a hp fic, but looking back at some of them from a couple years ago does make me very nostalgic.
There’s a fic I’m trying to find if urs it’s like Steve Roger’s leaves and starts a life with a normal girl? Do you still have it up where is it?
when i say i had to go to the very depths of this blog in order to find this fic...i was reintroduced to my hamilton fanfic archive from 2022, to say the least.
it's a fic called "Domestic Bliss" i'll go ahead and link it for you. sorry it took a while for me to respond, i haven't actually been on tumblr in quite a while so i only just now saw this ask. thanks for checking out my work!
REQUEST: "Nanami has been dating a woman for a year who collects various does. Monster High, Barbie, Rainbow High, you name it. He wants to get her a gift, but he doesn't know what to get her, so he gets Gojo's help."
WORDS: 1.4k
WARNINGS: mentions of [ canonically typical violence ]
SUMMARY: Kento is really appreciative of how accepting you've been of his career and wants to get you something to show that, but he's struggling. Surprisingly it's Gojo who helps him out.
A/N: wow, i did not mean to basically disappear while writing this request. things got incredibly busy immediately after i promised to be writing this one and wasn't able to focus much on it.
KENTO NEVER HAD any hobbies of his own, he liked cooking and baking but it was never something he did seriously. He was far too busy for things like that, if he wanted to retire and get to Malaysia before he was old and wrinkled he’d need to put in the work after all. He certainly never intended to start a relationship, love was tricky and he knew how easily it could slip from your fingers the second you get too comfortable. When he met you, though, it was like every hesitation he had ever had about opening up his heart slipped away.
You were the constant brightness in his otherwise dull and boring life, he never realized how much he could love to live before you. When he eventually grew tired of the monotony of office work, and the realization that sitting around while people were being killed was just adding to the weight on his shoulder he had no choice but to explain everything to you. Kento didn’t want to, he wanted to keep you as far away from the Jujutsu world as possible, but he couldn’t keep you safe all the time. He had to trust you to take care of yourself and he couldn’t do that if you didn’t know what was true about the world. So…he told you everything and he called Satoru, telling the idiotic man that he wanted back into the fight.
(he wouldn’t regret it, he wouldn’t, even if he hated it everyday — he was doing something good, meaningful and when you took care of him at the end of each long day he could see it was worth it. it had to be, in the end)
Your entire world hadn’t shattered when you learned about curses, you weren’t surprised that the ugliest emotions a human could feel had manifested into something monstrous. You couldn’t see them, you had no curse energy of your own, and you trusted that Kento and his coworkers were doing all they could to keep you and the rest of society safe. He didn’t talk to you about his work and you didn’t ask questions, you just cared for him in your own gentle way and allowed your days to move on while being vigilante to the true cruelty of the world around you.
One of the many things that Kento loved about you was your passion for things, especially when you were collecting items from your childhood. You knew a lot of people found your hobby childish, a few exes in the past hated that you were collecting dolls of all things, they weren’t even the old dolls that their grandmothers would collect. They were childrens toys of all things. You didn’t care about any of that though, you liked them and they reminded you of better things from when you were a kid. Not to mention they were always changing, Monster High and Barbie were nostalgic to you.
You feared that Kento would be the same, when you first met him he seemed really straight laced and serious. He definitely wasn’t the type of man to listen to you get excited about finding a version of Draculaura that you didn’t already have. When you first expressed your interest in collecting and showing him all the ones you kept, you feared something like that would be a deal breaker for him. Of course, he didn’t seem to mind your passion for it at all. Listening as you recounted all the cool spots you had found some of the more rare collectables in and even watching some of the old movies with you when you were feeling particularly sad. It was obvious that he wasn’t quite as into it as you were, but he was willing to listen to you anyway. It was a type of love that you hadn’t ever experienced from someone before.
Kento was feeling rather similar about the situation, you didn’t seem to bat an eyelash when he detailed his experience as a sorcerer to you. You didn’t criticize or call him weak when he admitted to running away, even if he could bring himself to explain why quite yet. It was almost too much for him to handle, and there wasn’t any way he would ever be able to really thank you for being so at ease with the situation. He already knew what you liked, but really he didn’t know all that much about it besides what you had already shown him. Your collection was also pretty expansive, he didn’t want to get you something that you already had.
It was a bad call to do his research while waiting in one of the many, typically unused offices, at Jujutsu High. He had been waiting for ages, something that was already ticking him off because why could he just be on time for once. It was just his luck that he didn’t notice The Idiot creeping into the room and peeking over his shoulder at his phone until it was already too late.
“Nanamin! I didn’t know you liked dolls!”
Shit.
“Shut up.”
He turned his phone off and tucked it into his pocket, but of course there was nothing in the world that could convince Satoru Gojo to let up on something he had already sunk his teeth into.
“There’s no shame in it man! Everyone’s got their thing, just didn’t think that particular thing was going to be yours…”
“It's not.”
Though he couldn’t see Gojo’s eyes under his blindfold, he was sure he was giving him the flattest stare he could muster. “I did see your phone, you know, no need to hide it.”
“It’s not for me, just drop it.”
Of course, he did not.
“Gasp!” the white-haired man brought his
“Did you just say gasp?”
“Who are they for? For me? I don’t think I’ve ever said anything about dolls but if this is your way of showing that you love me then I will gladly accept. I always knew that you cared about me but I never thought you’d get me a present. I really do prefer sweets though by the way —”
Nanami held up a hand, “They are not for you.”
Satoru knew that of course, he was just being annoying. He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest as if he was actually insulted. “That hurts Nanamin, after everything I’ve ever done for you.”
“Shut up.”
There was a moment of silence where they stared at each other — at least Nanami was pretty sure Gojo was staring at him — and he sighed. There was no way he was going to just give this up, was there?
“It’s for my girlfriend,” he said after a second, “I am trying to get her a present.”
Satoru didn’t react surprised to the news that he had a girlfriend, Nanami didn’t know how he would have even learned about you but he wasn’t really surprised that he had. The white-haired man just seemed to have the annoying ability to figure out whatever he wanted whenever he wanted.
“She collects dolls?”
Nanami ran a hand through his blonde hair, it had been a long day and the gel he used to keep it slick back was starting to wear out. Perhaps it was time for a different brand, he didn’t want to look like a mess after fighting a curse. It had been a long time since he really had to consider those types of things, “Yes, and I am not sure which ones she would be interested in having.”
Gojo shrugged, “Yeah, I don’t know anything about dolls.”
With a sigh, Nanami rolled his eyes because of course he would pester him to oblivion over something he didn’t even wanna talk about and then provide nothing to help him with the problem. He’d just have to figure it out himself, maybe just give up on trying to surprise you and ask you to just tell him which ones you were interested in.
“How does she display them?”
Nanami narrowed his eyes, “She just puts them on a shelf, some of them are still packed away.”
Gojo hummed, “Why not get her somewhere to display them?”
He hadn’t thought about that at all, he knew that you did have room for another shelf, something specifically just to display your collection. In fact the more he thought about it, that was exactly something you had mentioned before, how had he never thought about that? He might not know a whole lot about the things you were collecting, but he trusted himself to pick out a damn good shelf so he just went right back to searching.
He never did figure out why Gojo called him there in the first place.
INFO PAGE: SERIES INFORMATION - MASTERLIST - BREATHING STYLE - CHARACTER INFORMATION
PAIRINGS: Giyuu Tomioka x Female!Reader, Kyojuro Rengoku x Female!Reader, Sanemi Shinazugawa x Female!Reader, Obanai Iguro x Female!Reader
REQUESTED: "Hello again :) I'm sorry if I'm requesting too much but would it be possible for me to request a series where it's reader x kyojuro x giyu x sanemi x obanai. Based on being tanjiro and nezuko's older sister who left to train to be an ice hashira and was coming to visit her family when they were killed. Please could it follow the anime as closely as possible if it's no trouble :)" - @exodarkwolf16
WARNINGS: canon typical violence, cursing, sexual themes (specific chapters)
STATUS: Incomplete - Ongoing
A/N: Hello, welcome to this not-so-little series that I've started! Just a few notes before we get into the meat of the series, but while the request does specify that they want this to follow the anime as closely as possible, there will be several chapters that are outside of "canon", it's the easiest way I can work in four different love interests and still have a unique original "reader character". Basically with typical fanfiction, I had to take some creative liberties in order to make this worth the read. To be tagged in future chapters send an ask or leave a comment.
MASTERLIST:
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE NSFW
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE NSFW
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX NSFW
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE NSFW
CHAPTER FORTY
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
EPILOGUE
BREATHING STYLE - ICE BREATHING:
i am not nearly creative enough to come up with an entire breathing style all on my own, so i found THIS wiki that has some ice breathing styles so i picked some from there.
first form: roaring frost
- with a fast frontward dash, the user will use their blade to send a powerful diagonal strike which cuts their foe in half.
second form: winter wrath
- the swordsman maneuvers themselves and circles the enemy. then, they would slowly close in the gap between them and the enemy, delivering rotation slashes.
third form: blessing of the first snow
- the user changes the grip on their sword and decapitates the opponent in a single quick strike that causes little to no pain.
fourth form: absolute zero
- the user walks slowly towards their opponent giving them a false sense of safety before doing blinding slashes to lacerate their opponents body.
fifth form: cold blue assault
- the swordsman simply dashes to the enemy and swiftly slashes them. this is the easiest form to master, but the weakest.
sixth form: blizzard
- the swordsman fiercely twists and rotates their upper and lower body, creating a blizzard that cuts anything caught in it.
seventh form: freezing wind, piercing cold
- the swordsman delivers a barrage of fast accurate stabs.
eighth form: frosty blade
- the user slices in front of them for a defensive move but if the opponent is close enough then they'll follow up with a sudden stab.
ninth form: dancing on thin ice
- minimizes the landing time and surface needed when landing, allowing the user to move without any limits.
tenth form: blizzard dragon god
- a dashing slash that is initiated from a high stance that takes the form of a dragon, can cause massive devastation and leave an icy ground.
Y/N KAMADO
Age:
- Y/n is the eldest of the Kamado siblings, three years older than Tanjiro.
- 13 when she leaves to start training to become a Demon Slayer.
- 18 when she becomes a Hashira.
- 19 during the main events of the Anime.
Description:
- This is a reader insert so I try not to describe her outside of minor details. If you notice that I for some reason refer to Y/n's eye color, hair color, skin color (..etc...) in this series then please let me know so I can remedy that.
Breath Type:
- Ice Breathing
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TAKESHI NAKANO
Age:
- Late 40's to Early 50's throughout the events of the series.
Description:
- Takeshi is described as taller than the reader, but since the reader doesn't have an exact height neither does he. So he's taller than the reader.
- He has a very muscular build, because of how often he spends making sure he's in tip top shape.
- Dark brown hair, but it's getting greyer throughout the book.
Its honestly incredible, and was one of the first fics I read for sanemi. (its probably partially responsible for my current state of simping for sanemi)
I wanted to give credit where credit is due - I liked how the smut chapters were separated for those who wanted to skip it. (I of course read them) But I will be taking the idea and using it for one of my longer multi-chapter fics that I am planning on writing.
wow thank you so much! its actually been almost exactly 2 years since i started posting this series so its exciting to see that there are people still enjoying it! it was a lot of work, and i personally have a back and forth relationship with this piece but i will cherish it for a long time.
this was also one of my first real dives into writing sanemi (and obanai) and i absolutley grew to love both of them while working on it!
as for the multichapter fic you are planning i can't wait to see what you write! thank you so much again.
Nanami has been dating a woman for a year who collects various does. Monster High, Barbie, Rainbow High, you name it. He wants to get her a gift but he doesn't know what to get her so he gets Gojo's help
Sure thing! I'm working on it now, so I am hoping to have it up pretty soon.
REQUEST: "Satoru Gojo’s girlfriend has gained weight but for Valentine’s Day, she wanted to try and surprise him with sexy lingerie. She tries it on but feels it doesn’t suit her but when Gojo comes home and sees it on her, he practically drags her to bed."
WORDS: 835
FEATURING: slightly suggestive content, the reader has insecurities about her body, only slightly edited.
SUMMARY: You were nervous about your Valentines day gift for Satoru.
A/N: sorry it's not fully NSFW, i tired a few different drafts and it just wasn't working for me :(
YOU REALLY WISH you hadn’t dared to look in the mirror, you had already suspected that you wouldn’t like what you saw while pulling the garments on but now you were sure of it. You were well aware that you had gained some weight, your pants and shirts becoming slightly tighter over time made it obvious enough but when you had to size up for lingerie it really seemed to slap you right in the face. This shouldn’t have been anything new for you, you and Satoru were big proprietors for fancy lingerie and outfits that made you shine…but it had been awhile and he had never seen you like this.
You knew that Satoru loved your body because he was constantly singing you praises, and he wasn’t shy about anything ever. Still, would he love your body the way it was now? It was Valentines day, he had been out all day with his students and all the two of you wanted was a comfortable night in. He’d bring something good home for dinner and dessert and then he promised to ravish you in the way you deserve. You had wanted to surprise him with this…but now you were having second thoughts.
You looked away from your reflection, you should take it off, you weren’t doing anyone any favors by wearing it and the last thing you wanted was to ruin the night by looking bad. Satoru always took such good care of you, you couldn’t repay him by looking like this. He deserved so much more than —
“Oh!”
Your breath hitched at the sudden exclamation, you turned around swiftly and saw Satoru standing in the doorway holding an aggressively large bouquet of roses. Despite the fact that he was wearing his thick blindfold you could tell that he was looking you up and down.
“Uh…I was about to take it off…” you shifted awkwardly resisting the urge to bring your hands up to cover yourself.
“Do not,” Satoru practically threw the roses to the quilted chair in the corner of the room, his long strides let him cross the room in a few short steps until he was right in front of you. His hands floated in the air before you for a second before settling on your shoulder fiddling with the lacey strap of the bra, “Fuck you look incredibly.”
Your face felt warm and you couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him, “Really? Are you sure?”
A long finger tilted your face up by the chin, Satoru had taken his blindfold off and was staring at you with eyes that seemed to penetrate right into your soul. He let his infinity down and you felt his skin right against yours without any barrier, he always let it down when he was around you.
“Y/n,” he spoke seriously though it was rare for him to do so it didn’t seem wholly out of place, “You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”
You could tell that he was being honest, even with the tinge of doubt creeping up in the back of your mind you knew that you needed to believe him. Satoru wouldn’t say he wanted something when he didn’t, you knew that he wouldn’t. He kissed your cheek, his lips were smooth and you could smell the sweet chapstick he always wore.
“Is this my present?”
“Yes…” you had also gotten him a truckload of sweets in the fridge, but you weren’t going to tell him that now.
Satoru reached for your hips, his large hands fanning out against you so he could tug you close, “I can’t wait to watch you fall apart while wearing this.”
You couldn’t help that your breath hitched and when you looked up he was giving you the most shit eating grin imaginable, “Satoru!”
“C’mon…I gotta get a taste of my gift, don’t I?” he began leading you towards the bed, pushing you back against the nicely made comforter. Your back hit the bed and bounced leaving you staring up at him, still grinning like he’d just won the lottery.
“What about my gifts?” you looked towards the tossed bouquet of roses on the chair.
“I got you a rose for every day we’ve been dating,” he was distracted by devouring the sight of you, it was definitely fueling your confidence. You giggled when he gave you a firm kiss to break himself from the trance he had been placed in.
“Satoru, we’ve been together for three years,” there was a bouquet of twelve roses on the chair.
“There are more in the living room,” his hands trailed down your side, lingering on the lacey set as he did.
“Satoru, you did not buy a thousand roses!”
“One thousand and ninety five roses,” he corrected.
“What —!”
He silenced you with another gift, “Shhhhhh…time for me to enjoy my gift, yeah?”
He wouldn’t let you take the set off for the rest of the night, not that you were complaining, of course.
Satoru Gojo’s girlfriend has gained weight but for Valentine’s Day, she wanted to try and surprise him with sexy lingere. She tries it on but feels it doesn’t suit her but when Gojo comes home and sees it on her, he practically drags her to bed
sure thing! this will be up in a little bit. it's not complete NSFW because my brain was just not braining but it is very suggestive.
you are absolutely one of the best friends i could have ever asked for, thank YOU for sticking by me and my marble-less brain for all this time.
thank you for all the candy, it's delicious and i need to stop eating it before i straight up turn into a valentine's day treat myself.
there would be no cabbage without a chicken, so I am definitely the one who hit the jackpot, so you better find the best chicken (that's not a rotisserie) you can.
REQUEST: "Modern Sanemi has been acting weird and he suddenly ask Misturi where she shops for her clothing. The others discover he wants to buy a birthday present for the librarian who wears only pink."
WORDS: 1.0k
FEATURING: mentions of (modern setting [ high school teachers ], no direct interaction between reader and sanemi, not really edited)
SUMMARY: Mitsuri notices that Sanemi has been acting a little odd and is surprised when he comes to her asking for help.
A/N: thanks for reading.
MITSURI KNEW THAT a lot of people considered her to be rather air-headed but if there was one thing she was good at recognizing it was when her friends were acting differently. When Obanai had a cold for a week and tried to hide it behind his mask and usual quiet nature, she was the first one to realize he was actually sick. Even sooner than Shinobu and she was the nurse! Tomioka sprained his ankle once during teaching and pretended that nothing was wrong but she managed to get him to really talk ( or maybe it was both Kocho sisters threatening him, but she was taking the credit for noticing first), and she always noticed when Kyojuro was hungry.
Mitsuri knew that she was a good friend, it was one of the things she liked the most about herself. So when Sanemi started acting weird, she noticed.
At first it wasn’t super obvious, his emotions were usually all over the place so when he was particularly moody it wasn’t unusual. She did notice that he seemed to be a little lost in thought, a trait she never would have paired with him before, but he had recently taken over custody of his little brother Genya so at first she just assumed that he was thinking of the rather tense adjustment period they were still going through. She had been a first hand witness to the fight that occurred between him, Genya, and Tanjiro Kamado in the parking lot a few days ago.
Though…the more she thought about it the more it didn’t make sense, just that morning Genya had been in the teachers lounge early sitting next to his brother and practically leaning right into his side. It seemed that whatever issue they had the other day had been solved and they were settling in comfortably, so…it must have been something different.
Mitsuri started watching him closely after that and all the attention she was giving him was not going unnoticed by the other teachers. So of course that meant that all of them were now watching him too, but somehow he was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even notice that. Which was perhaps the most surprising because Sanemi hated when people watched him like that, and he hadn’t snapped at anyone — not even Tomioka.
Then Sanemi came to her, of all people, about his problem. They were friends of course, but they weren’t the type of people who came to each other to gush about their feelings so when Sanemi cornered her after class one day she was sure that he had finally caught on to her basically stalking him and was coming to tell her to knock it off.
“Where do you shop for clothes?”
Mitsuri blinked, and she blinked again, because surely it wasn’t really Sanemi Shinazugawa in front of her right now asking her where she shopped? It must have been a double, someone was parading around with Sanemi’s face and acting weird she would definitely need to get to the bottom of the issue now —
A large finger poked her in the forehead three times, “Hello? Gonna answer the question, Pinky?”
Nope — definitely Shinazugawa.
“Uhhh…I shop at a lot of places!” she then held out the knitted cardigan she was wearing, “I even make some of them myself.”
A scowl twisted on Sanemi’s face, “Of course you do.”
“Uh…can I ask why?”
The scowl was replaced by a blush and he looked away from her for a second, up and down the school hallways, all the students had already gone home for the day and the other teachers were likely still in their classrooms or were finishing up work in the lounge. She was running a few minutes late from a meeting with Kanae about a potential joint project with their students.
“This stays between us,” he said sternly and she nodded eagerly ( he was confiding in her! ahh! ) she made a mock show of zipping her lips, “The new librarian, Y/n, she’s got a style kinda like your own…I wanted to get her something.”
“Eep!” The squeak came out before she could stop it and Mitsuri covered her mouth with both hands to keep it inside. She was a self proclaimed love expert after all and Sanemi was confiding in her about a potential romantic gesture with you. It was definitely a little surprising, she had never actually seen him interact with you before because as a math teacher he didn’t spend all that much time in the school library. Mitsuri loved you though, she spent a lot of time bonding with you about reading and romance novels and style.
When you were first introduced she practically swooned at the drop dead adorable outfit you were wearing and ended up buying a matching one for herself. She really was the best person to come to when it came for this type of thing, even if Sanemi was clearly starting to regret telling her in the first place.
“Don’t go blabbing to anyone about this!” He said raising a finger, he tried to keep a stern look on his face but he found it admittedly hard to feel frustrated with Mitsuri, even if he found her a little airheaded at times.
“Of course!” Mitsuri couldn’t help herself, she reached over to grab his arms shaking excitedly, “Bah! You guys would be so cute together!”
“Heh,” Sanemi rubbed the back of his neck, “Thanks…Just gotta work up the nerve…”
It was a little amusing to think of him being flustered and nervous, it seemed like something that might have been out of character for a tough macho man like him but…Mitsuri also hadn’t seen him really interested in someone in a long time. Underneath the scars and tough exterior, she knew that he was a sweet man, and you truly were lucky to have someone as great as him pining for you.
Modern Sanemi has been acting weird and he suddenly ask Misturi where she shops for her clothing. The others discover he wants to buy a birthday present for the librarian who wears only pink
of course! it'll be up at some point tomorrow morning! thank you for the request <3
REQUEST: "If you write for Choso from JJK may I please request a scenario of him and his girlfriend going lingerie shopping >\\\< but it’s Choso’s idea because he wants to show her how pretty she is and how much he loves and adores her even if she doesn’t feel the most attractive at times. But Choso thinks she’s the most gorgeous woman on the planet and he can’t keep his hands off of her in the dressing room 🤭🫣 if you want to make it a bit spicy you can do that too! Although, lots of fluff would be just fine. Thank you so much, I really enjoy your work and I admire your writing skills."
WORDS: 871
WARNINGS: mentions of (suggestive content but nothing to extreme, body/general insecurities on the readers part, at the end the reader displays like confidence about herself, but it's not meant to be like a 'wooo insecurities are cured moment' it's just like a brief moment of confidence!) not really edited.
SUMMARY: Choso thinks you're the most beautiful woman on the planet and he really wants you to think so too, and well...this magazine says lingerie is a way to boost confidence so it must be true right?
A/N: thanks for reading! it's not super steamy or anything because i'm not sure how i feel about dressing room sex lmao, it sounds like a nightmare for the employees. i haven't written much for choso so i hope i characterized him well! i absolutely adore him though so i will always love writing for him.
YOU WERE SURPRISED when Choso suggested going to a boutique known for its quality lingerie, but then he showed you the magazine he had bought the day before with an article about how lingerie is just as much for the wearer as it is for the viewer. Models of all shapes and sizes looking confident in themselves in the best looking outfits did admittedly have you itching to do the same. You just never thought you could look good in something like that so you never tried, but Choso was quick to try and stomp out your hesitations.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” he always spoke so serious and straightforward that you just knew that he was being honest, “You’ll look beautiful in anything here.”
He helped you browse, pointing out pretty much everything and adding it to the pile that was growing pretty steadily. You only picked a few things out yourself because you were still a little unsure about the whole thing, how were you to know what was going to look good?
Eventually you had a pretty sizable pile and he was ushering you towards a big sign that said Dressing Rooms, there were a few rooms and there was another sign that said they only allowed one person in each room at a time. You glanced nervously at Choso and took the pile from him, you had really been hoping that he would be there to hype you up but it looked like you were on your own.
It took you several minutes to even gain the courage to try anything on and when you did you were…confused. You looked it over a few times, you were pretty sure you had seen it on the mannequin but every way you held it just looked wrong. Eventually you pulled it on in the way that made most sense but there were so many clasps that you were struggling. Panic and embarrassment was quick to fester, you stood in front of the mirror and tried to look back at your reflection so you could figure them out but your nerves were making it worse.
You knew this was a bad idea. A horrible idea.
You just weren’t cut out for this type of thing and you never would be, Choso didn’t know what he was talking about and that magazine was just stupid. Nothing about this situation was making you felt confident, rather you felt horribly stupid for not being able to figure out something as simple as a stupid clasp and —
“Y/n?” Choso’s voice was deep and clear even through the door and your detailed thoughts came to a sudden stop, “Everything alright?”
“Uhm…” your voice was thick and you realized that you were on the verge of tears, “I can’t figure out how to do the claps.”
“Want me to help?”
You purse your lips, “The — the sign says only one person in a room.”
“I don’t really give a damn about a sign, Y/n.”
You hesitated for just a moment longer before sighing, “Please come help me.”
He was in the room in a second flat, closing the door behind him quickly so that no one knew that he was in there. Choso figured out the clasps so quickly you were feeling even worse about it all, but when he forced you to turn around the look in his eye had you quickly rethinking that.
“God, Y/n —” he ran a hand down the side of his face as he looked you up and down, “You look — You look fucking gorgeous.”
You looked to the ground feeling flustered, “I’m sure it’s not that much…”
“Look at yourself!” he pointed towards the mirror and you had the split second thought to tell him to keep his voice down, since he wasn’t meant to be in there in the first place, but you were distracted by…yourself.
The set he had picked out was the best color to flatter your skin tone, and it fit like a glove because of course someone as attentive as Choso knew your exact sizes. It seemed to bring out all your best features and put them right on display. You did look fucking gorgeous.
Choso stood behind you, looking over your reflection like a man starving and it had you feeling flustered, “Choso…” he began kissing your neck, his hands gripping firmly on your hips as he pulled you close against him. You could already feel that he was half-hard.
“I never want you to take this off,” he grazed the lacy fabric and groaned.
“Oh?” you couldn’t help but feel a little bit cheeky — maybe the magazine had been right — so you quirked a brow, “Not even when we…”
He groaned, pressing his face fully into your shoulder, “Especially then.”
His hands began to wander, and you felt yourself getting a little hot, a glance in the mirror reminded you that you were standing in a dressing room, and it broke the spell that you had been under. “We should get out of here,” you said breathily.
“We’re buying this set.”
“Mhm,” you grinned at yourself in the mirror, because damn you did look good.
PAIRING: Dabi x Female!Reader (not specifically romantic)
WORDS: 1.0k
WARNINGS: mentions of (canon typical violence, very slight spoilers about Dabi's backstory)
SUMMARY: Dabi just can't read you and it puts him on edge, especially when you see to know to damn much.
A/N: I wanted to try writing for Dabi!
DABI WAS USED to people being afraid of him. He didn’t usually take it personally, mostly because he didn’t give a shit about what people think but also because he figured it’s a reasonable reaction to seeing someone with their skin burned and stapled together. Some things would never be seen as normal even in a society where people's quirks could be everything and anything.
Plus, if anyone gave him shit for it he’d just burn them so bad that no one would be able to identify the body.
When he joined the League he was grouped up with people who were just like him, a man who disintegrated everything he touched, a flamboyant magician, a man with two personalities, and a girl whose obsession with blood made society shun her. These were his type of people, he fit right in and none of them said a single thing about his burns or staples.
You were not one of them.
Dabi couldn’t get a read on you, which was probably what put him on edge. You were too perfect, appearance and quirk wise, so why were you messing around with a group like them? It didn’t make sense.
Shigaraki seemed to trust you well enough, sending you out to do things that Dabi thought too important for someone as not sketchy as you. He was sure that you had some sort of traumatic backstory that caused you to go villain, but from where he stood you were in the wrong place and it was gonna get you killed.
( by him if you weren’t careful enough )
He watched you all the time and he would swear up and down that it was because he was just waiting for you to betray them. If anyone was working with the heroes it had to be the one they knew the least about — not adding in the fact that he didn’t tell anyone anything about himself either — and all they knew about you was your first name, Y/n, and your quirk — Super Strength. It was a pretty basic quirk but it was something revered by society, you could have been the next All Might if you wanted to be. So why were you working with the League?
One thing you were good for was supply runs, since you were the least recognizable member of the League and hadn’t made any headlines it was easy enough for you to go out in public and buy all the sugary shit that satisfied Twice and Compress’ constant cravings. It was after one of these supply runs that Dabi finally decided that he had had enough of you.
They did really have rooms in the little hideout because he wasn’t entirely sure that anyone actually slept there, but Dabi had found a little place where he could hide away all on his own and brood think whenever he found everyone else to be particularly annoying. He hadn’t thought anyone else knew about it, but when he finally let himself relax away from the others noise he noticed a grocery bag with a box tucked neatly inside.
Black hair dye.
There was only one person it could be and the idea that you knew even this about him had his skin heating up. Blue flames flickered up his arms involuntarily and he incinerated the box until it was nothing but ash, the stench floated in the air for a few moments before he was turning on his heel and stalking through the hideout. He couldn’t make a scene in front of the others because then they would know too, but you had found your own little place to hide.
In a one-on-one fight Dabi was sure to win, your quirk wasn’t refined and you hardly used it for anything other than moving whatever Shigaraki or Toga asked you too. In an ambush you were basically useless, so when Dabi had you crowded against a wall with a flame inches from your face there was nothing you could do about it. None of the other League members are near and even if they were it was doubtful that they would help you.
“What the fuck was that?”
You blinked up at him and he loathed that he didn’t sense a single drop of fear off of you, even had his burning flame danced hardly an inch away from your cheek. He could cremate you in less than a second, you wouldn’t even have time to scream as your flesh and bones turned into ash.
“What the fuck was what?”
“The hair dye, bitch.”
Your nose wrinkled at the insult and you reached a hand up to touch him, involuntarily he flinched back. Though your quirk wasn’t well developed you still had super strength and who knew what would happen if you even so much as flicked him in the face. Instead you grabbed a strand of hair and tugged it lightly, “Whatever you used to color your hair before was shit,” you brought your hand back and he saw that your fingertips were covered in black, “Feels like a spray.”
“What's it to you?”
You shrugged, “Nothing’, figured there was a reason you were hidin’ it — that shit you got in it now will wash away with a little water. I got you a good dye, should last you awhile and all you gotta do is touch up the roots every so often.”
“I burned the box.”
You shrugged again, so unbothered, “I’ll get you another.”
“Why?”
“We all got secrets Dabi,” you glanced over at the flame that had dimmed considerably, “You’re here for a reason, I’m here for a reason. If you want to remain mysterious, if you want to dye your hair and change your appearance completely, that’s fine. But don’t get all pissy when someone is trying to help you, I don’t give a shit who you are.”
He wouldn’t ask you the question burning on his tongue because that wasn’t how they did things. There was no time for sob stories and tea, no matter how curious he was to finally get answers. Dabi let you go and got rid of the flame, ignoring the burn that went up his arms as he did. He was good at ignoring it by now.
“Whatever,” he turned his back but paused, “Don’t bother me with this type of shit again.”
If you write for Choso from JJK may I please request a scenario of him and his girlfriend going lingerie shopping >\\\< but it’s Choso’s idea because he wants to show her how pretty she is and how much he loves and adores her even if she doesn’t feel the most attractive at times. But Choso thinks she’s the most gorgeous woman on the planet and he can’t keep his hands off of her in the dressing room 🤭🫣 if you want to make it a bit spicy you can do that too! Although, lots of fluff would be just fine. Thank you so much, I really enjoy your work and I admire your writing skills 💛
thank you so much! i'm always working to better my writing and learn new and better ways to do so! i'll have your request out sometime within the next few days. <3
REQUEST: "After reading your recent Tengen one shot, I can only think about Echo Breathing reader being trained by all the hashira, being assigned a new hashira once a week for various reasons 🤣🤣"
WORDS: 1.0k
WARNINGS: canon typical violence, some characters may seem ooc, not really edited
SUMMARY: You try training with all the Hashira but none seem to be a good match
A/N: I didn't add a section for Tengen because you can read his pov HERE.
SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA
You knew that Shinazugawa was absolutely ruthless, it was basically the only thing you knew about him actually. You were surprised he even accepted your request for a trainer, he never took on anyone because he couldn’t stand dealing with people he believed to be weak. You weren’t the odd one out either, he made it clear from the moment you met that he thought you were weak trash.
“Is that all you fucking got?”
You breath was getting caught in your lungs and you couldn’t feel your legs enough to pull you up off the ground. He had beaten you in spar after spar until you were physically imobile just like he promised you would. He was relentless with each strike, not giving you a moment to even think.
How were you meant to learn like this? It was torture not training. You couldn’t do this, so as soon as your legs worked again you’d go back to the Master.
KYOJURO RENGOKU
Rengoku was spirited, you’d say that at least. You knew that he was a ruthless trainer but unlike Shinazugawa he was actually friendly when swords weren’t in your hands. Despite all of that you couldn’t handle it.
Rengoku turns into an actual monster during training, he swore it was because he was pushing you to be the absolute strongest you could be but it was brutal. Though you weren’t fearing for your life anymore, you weren’t learning anything because the only thing you could do during training was dodge.
Echo Breathing and Flame Breathing just didn’t match up in the end, any move you tried to use against him were completely weak and he dominated over you in a second. The imbalance was too great - you would have to go and talk to the Master again.
MUICHIRO TOKITO
Why the Master paired you with the Mist Hashira you’d never know. He forgot about you all the time and you were pretty sure you reintroduced yourself to him more than you trained. It was another bad matchup, many parts of your Echo Breathing rested on you being able to detect your opponents with the sounds of their body.
You used their own sound against them, and there was no one more quiet than Muichiro Tokito. He pinned you pretty much every time, and when you did manage to defeat him he either pretended it didn’t happen or just forgot. So you weren’t learning anything.
MITSURI KANROJI
“Ow…ow…ow…”
Mitsuri seemed completely unaware of the fact that you were literally moaning and groaning in pain as she stretched your leg up and up. Her attempt to get your foot over your head was apparently fruitless but she was determined to succeed even if it meant completely tearing your leg off apparently.
“Trust me! It’s easier to do Total Concentration when you’re loose and flexible.”
You thought you did it well enough without becoming a pretzel but she was your trainer and you wanted to actually learn something so hey, maybe it was fine.
Wrong. When she wasn’t stretching you past your body's physical capabilities she was stuffing you with so much food you were feeling sick. Eating was also good for being a slayer but you just didn’t have the appetite that she did.
Mitsuri was sweet but her methods weren’t quite for you.
OBANAI IGURO
Obanai hated you for the mere fact that you were with Kanroji before him and he made that abundantly clear in his training. It couldn’t even be called training because he was quite literally trying to beat you to death just for associating with the Love Hashira.
You tried to explain that you voluntarily decided not to be trained by her anymore and that just made him even angrier for disrespecting her skills. So you were quick to go back to the Master and explain that you weren’t quite the best fit for the Snake Hashira.
GYOMEI HIMEJIMA
You weren’t sure that Gyomei was actually human, because there was no way a normal human could just do what this man was doing. He had you doing the most bizarre training regime you had ever experienced. Forcing you to stand under a waterfall despite how the water kept forcing you down over and over again. Balancing several logs that were longer than you were tall and then instructing you to push a boulder that was bigger than even him.
You had seen him do all of it, but he was also the biggest man you had ever seen and apparently had no, if any, physical limitations. You did, however, so it was several days of you struggling and him refusing to teach you anything until you accomplished the tasks he was putting before you.
The meditation was nice because you got to rest your muscles, but when you fell asleep he made you do even more training and then meditate until you could stay awake.
It wasn’t quite your idea training — so back to the Master.
SHINOBU KOCHO
Shinobu was actually a pretty good trainer, even with your vastly different breathing styles and the way she couldn’t use a fully designed sword like you do. She seemed to put actual effort in training you and you were actually learning something.
However, she was pretty busy. She was always locked away in her lab so a lot of the time you were looking to train you were stuck with just Kanao. Who was strong but also never said a single thing when you asked for some pointers. You had really learned a lot but you wanted to work with someone who actually did have the time to teach you.
GIYUU TOMIOKA
You weren’t even sure that The Water Pillar even knew that he was meant to be training you because every time you showed up at his estate at the scheduled time he just blankly stared at you confused. Most of the training consisted of him sitting outside, with that same blank stare, watching you do your own training regime. The first time he even said something to you was so confusing.
“You don’t use water breathing?”
“No…Echo.”
He tilted his head, “Oh.”
That was it. He was your last option too so if you quit working with him you were totally on your own. You wished Tengen hadn’t made you so uncomfortable because he had been the best match.
After reading your recent Tengen one shot, I can only think about Echo Breathing reader being trained by all the hashira, being assigned a new hashira once a week for various reasons 🤣🤣🤣
i know you said this wasn't really a request but i wrote something up for it anyway and it's scheduled to go out tomorrow morning. <3
