Love The Fact That Everywhere, Whether You Ship Kyojuro X Oc Or Kyojuro X Canon Or Kyojuro X Y/n He Will

Love the fact that everywhere, whether you ship kyojuro x oc or kyojuro x canon or kyojuro x y/n he will always be a husband, we all say in unison that that man is someone’s spouse

writer's block

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Word Count: ~500

CW: none

Almost noon. Branches bob gently in a grey sky, the ground plush with humidity and heat. You sit at the kitchen table, an empty soda can standing just out of reach of clumsy wrists and elbows, your laptop’s screen streaked with fingerprints and dust. Beside you rests a half eaten bowl of blueberries, some plump, others shriveled, and a few with their stems intact.

“Still nothing?”

You glance up at Kyojuro’s sympathetic tone, his eyes softening when you make contact.

“Still nothing.”

He notes the stiffness in your neck as you shift in your chair, shoulder blades flexing backwards when you yawn, a lazy hand reaching for his as you grumble.

“You are beautiful,” he murmurs, his warm palm promptly squeezing your own, “Even stumped by writer’s block, you manage to fill the room with such a comforting brightness.”

With a flattered snort, you kick a foot out to beckon him, slumping face first into his chest as soon as he draws close enough, humming contentedly as his smoky scent envelops you.

“You should be the writer,” you mumble, taste of cotton and sweat on your tongue, “You’re always waxing poetry about me like I’m some sort of goddess.”

Strong arms wrap around your head, your hearing muffled as familiar laughter surrounds you, wriggling and squeaking for breath when he refuses to budge.

“You are so cute,” he nearly growls, giving you a final, overwhelmed squish before releasing you, smug grin greeting your flustered, indignant expression, “The cutest goddess.”

“Wooow,” you drawl, eyes rolling fondly, “Aren’t goddesses supposed to be majestic or beautiful or whatever?” “My cutest, most majestic goddess whose beauty is otherworldly,” he corrects himself, “Have you eaten lunch yet?”

You pout, a distant memory of your stomach rumbling twenty or so minutes ago flickering dimly at his question, “I haven’t.”

“Would you like me to plate some leftovers for you?”

“You’re totally distracting me right now.”

He hums in agreement, kissing the top of your head.

“I guess…” you begins slowly, sighing at the sight of your blank document, “A break could be nice.”

With earnest eyes, Kyojuro slips a calloused thumb beneath your chin, pride in his gaze as he watches your brow for the slightest hesitation.

“I may be able to wax poetry about you, but you are able to bring to life that which I could scarcely imagine. I am sure such grace and artistry is difficult to harness, so let me reassure you. Let me cherish you. Let me nurture the words you wish to string together, and let those words be beautiful.”

“Easier said than done.”

“Let me ease your way.”

“Sure,” you grasp his thumb, touching it to your lips with a wry smile, “I’ll let you get me lunch.”

I FOUND IT

Can someone get the sanemi brainworms out of my head, kyojuro literally built a house in there, now he’s coming in rent free

Timeskip daichi is a cop. Timeskip sanemi is a cop. Tojuro is all i have left..

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