Giyuu literally wrote to Urokodaki "i did smth illegal as a demon slayer and as a hashira but i ll send said illegal thing to you so that you can be part of it AND risk your life for it as a demon slayer and as a hashira" and Urokodaki just wrote back "bet"
Like Giyuu had his doubts about himself and all that depressed shit but him and Urokodaki were like this 🤞🏻
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kny men falling obsessively in love with you after getting poisoned
Pairings: Kyojuro x reader; Sanemi x reader; Giyu x reader
Word Count: 4,3k
Warnings: it's getting heated but no real smut y'all, horny hashira so be aware, fluff fluff fluff
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Rengoku Kyojuro
Your heart almost beats out of your chest, the tray you’re carrying slightly trembling in sheer excitement.
You hate acting like a little teenage girl whenever he’s around. But since you were called in by Shinobu a few weeks ago and saw him again, you were stunned.
How is it even possible to fall for a man you barely know, a man who probably doesn’t even know a man? After all, you’re a no one compared to him. A demon slayer too weak to really fight, but skilled with medicine and herbs. If it wasn’t for Shinobu, you’d probably be dead already.
And him? He’s a hashira, the flame pillar, to be exact.
Your worlds couldn’t be any further apart. And yet, you find yourself swaying back and forth, your heart pounding against your ribcage by the prospect of seeing him again.
Shinobu ordered you to change his bandages and check on his wounds for possible infections. When he came in from his fight with the upper moon three, you were almost certain that he won’t make it. Day and night, you cared for his multiple gaping wounds, watched his heartbeat and vital status, stood up every hour of the day for his injection.
And he really made it. Thank heavens, that man was strong enough to really made it.
“If it wasn’t for you, I’d probably be dead by now! I owe you my life!”
His kind words repeat themselves over and over in your head. Even though you know it’s ridiculous, that it’s impossible, that this man will never catch feelings for someone like you.
But you’re allowed to dream a little, right?
You knock on the door timidly.
“It’s me. I’m here for your bandage change and your meal,” you call through the closed door before opening it.
And getting greeted by his beaming eyes all over again.
“What a pleasant surprise! You always brighten my day with your presence!”
You can’t hide the little blush creeping up your face while you smile shyly at him, dropping your gaze as soon as you start to burn alive.
“Oh, (y/n)! I was hoping to meet you here! May I ask you to help me out?”
“Shinobu-san…Of course!” you stumble, swiftly placing your tray on a table nearby.
Why is Shinobu here? After Rengoku’s status was stabilized, she left him in your care exclusively. Is something wrong? Did he show any critical signs?
“Don’t worry, I’m only here because Rengoku-san generously allowed me to test a stimulant I’ve been working on for quite some time now.”
“A new stimulant?” you repeat, interest clearly peaking.
“As you know, Rengoku-san sustained damage to his nervous system, specifically sensory loss, nerve pain and extreme fatigue from time to time. In order to not only treat the symptoms but the cause, I created a stimulant out of wisteria and rare mountain herbs in hopes to accelerate nerve signal repair, increase his energy for recovery and help bringing back his full mental clarity in days rather than another few weeks,” she explains patiently, preparing the injection with skilled hands.
You can’t help but admire her. The amount of work she puts in creating antidots, stimulants, medicine and so much more is truly inspiring. How glad you are to call yourself her tsugoko.
“That sounds promising,” you reply with glooming eyes.
“It does, but apart from animal testing, I didn’t get the chance to examine it properly yet. I would never ask a patient to function as a test person, of course. But Rengoku-san insisted on trying it himself.”
“I know I can trust you. After all, you are very skilled within the medical field!” Rengoku interjects while watching the first shot entering his arm.
“Don’t flatter me, Rengoku-san! I actually learned a lot from (y/n)!”
“F…From me?” you mumble, face instantly growing hot.
“Of course! Your knowledge within the medical field is truly remarkable! I wish I knew as much as you do about herbs and medicine!”
“Shinobu-san, please! I…I don’t deserve your praise.”
“But you are great, (y/n)!” Rengoku beams directly towards you.
Your heart skips a beat, palms so sweaty that you automatically wipe them off your coat awkwardly. Does he really…Mean that? Rengoku doesn’t seem like a person who lies, especially not straight into your face. To be exact, he has to be the most decent and honest person you’ve ever met. So kind-hearted, so straightforward, so positive. Oh, you truly don’t deserve his praise-
“SHINOBU-SAN!”
It all happens faster than you’re able to comprehend. Aoi storms through the door without knocking, her uniform covered in dirt and fresh blood. Almost instantly, all color drains from your face. Something bad must have happened. Again severely hurt demon slayers?
“Tanjuro, Zenitsu, Inosuke and the sound hashira just came in – barely alive, the sound hashira misses his arm-“
Shinobu listens closely, so closely that she doesn’t realize the injection she put in Rengoku’s arm is already empty by now.
“I’m on my way. (y/n), please stay here with Rengoku-san look after his vital status. Please note any side effects the simulant might have. I’ll call after you if I need your help.”
And with that, the insect pillar is gone, leaving you alone with shaky fingers next to Rengoku.
What happened? You’ve heard that they left for a mission along with the sound hashira, that they actually encountered a high-ranked demon and that the snake pillar was sent after them. Tanjiro…He can’t die, he simply can’t. After all the things he’s been through, all the wounds you tend when he was in your care-
You shake your head.
No. This is not the time to think about things like this. Shinobu told you to look after Rengoku, this is your job now. You can go and look after Tanjiro and the others when you have the time for it.
“How are you feeling, Rengoku-san?”
“I’m feeling…strange,” he replies with unusual low voice.
You furrow your eyebrows, eyes scanning his skin and then the empty injection on the table.
The.empty.injection.
Your eyes grow wider and wider each passing second. Didn’t Shinobu-san say that she wants to test the injection step-by-step? She must’ve been so focused on Aoi and the others that she forgot to stop and wait.
Out of instinct, you spring up from your chair in sheer horror. Oh no. This might be bad. Really really bad.
“Rengoku-san! Are you…are you feeling strange in terms of bad?” you ask, your hands already on their way to work on your own.
Gently, you feel his forehead, his skin so burning hot that you flinch.
“Your skin is on fire! Are you in pain? Dizzy? Nauseous?”
“I… feel alive.”
His voice is hoarse, not in pain, not in weakness, but like it’s holding something back. You glance at him. He’s not hunched over or trembling, like a normal side-effect patient. No, Rengoku is sitting tall and straight, his muscles tense beneath the loose yukata, his eyes boring into you like you’re made of gold.
“You feel… alive?” you repeat, carefully noting it in your log.
Elevated body temperature. Confusion? Mood shift?
“I feel like I could lift a mountain. Run through an inferno. Shout your name from the top of Mt. Fuji.”
You blink.
“…Okay, slight delusions,” you whisper to yourself, jotting that down.
He shifts. The fabric of his yukata falls slightly from his shoulder, exposing more skin than it should, and you instantly avert your eyes.
“I’m so warm… but it’s not unpleasant,” he says slowly.
“It’s like… being wrapped in sunlight. Like standing beside you.”
You pause.
“Is it…could it be fever-induced hallucination?” you murmur, genuinely concerned now, hand reaching up to feel his forehead again.
But this time, he suddenly grabs your wrist and pushes you towards him. Firm. Steady. Very real. Very not hallucinating.
“Your hands are divine,” he breathes.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are when you’re focused?”
Your brain stalls.
“I…what?”
“I’ve been trying to be patient. Respectful. But this medicine, this miracle, it’s like it cleared the fog in my mind. I see you now. No…no, I’ve always seen you. I just never had the courage to go any further.”
You stare at him, still frozen. Is this a… symptom? Is he hallucinating you as someone else? No, you don’t allow yourself to even think about the opportunity that these are his real thoughts, that this is how someone like Rengoku Kyojuro feels about you-
“Rengoku-san, can you tell me your name? Just to make sure-”
“Kyojuro. Call me Kyojuro. Please, (y/n). Say it again. Say my name while looking at me.”
You pull your hand back slowly, still kept firmly in his strong arms. It takes all your strength to not let you fall into his tender touch, to not use this state of confusion for your own advantage.
“S-So, euphoria… that’s… interesting,” you whisper, writing it down with trembling fingers. “Cognitive function seems intact but slightly impaired-”
“I would go to war for you,” he mumbles.
You stop writing.
“I’d slay a thousand demons with my bare hands if it meant you’d smile at me for half a second.”
You blink. Once. Twice. Still not accepting the possibly that he really means what he just told you.
“…W-What?”
“Let me court you.”
Your mouth opens. Closes. Your brain is buffering.
“W-What did you just-?”
He’s suddenly close. Too close. One moment he’s sitting upright; the next he’s leaned toward you, golden eyes burning with emotion and something else, something more primal, something you’re only read about late at night.
“I want to hold your hand in public. I want to braid your hair - do you like hair braids? I can learn. I’ll fight my way through the seven layers of hell to make you breakfast. I want to share a bed with you, want to wake up to you in the morning and fall asleep next to you at night. Please, just let me.”
“WAIT…STOP!”
You slap your notebook shut and stare at him in horrified realization. You cannot ignore it any longer. Truth is, you know those symptoms even though you’ve never experienced them in connection with yourself before.
“Oh my god. You’re horny.”
He blinks at you.
“Yes.”
“Shinobu injected you with a concentrated aphrodisiac stimulant?!”
“It feels like every cell in my body is worshiping the ground you walk on. Is that what love is?” he gasps, clutching his chest.
You scramble to your feet – or at least you try with his hands firmly holding you in place on his lap.
“I-I have to go! I need to tell Shinobu!”
Is that…Something hard underneath you? You take a deep breath, desperately try to keep yourself form drowning in madness.
Wouldn’t it be way easier to just give in? Isn’t this what you dreamed about, to be his, to have his eyes only for yourself? Maybe this is the chance, maybe the only one you’ll ever get to be this close to him-
No. You vehemently shake your head and rip yourself out of his grasp before you go insane as well, stumbling backwards.
“WAIT (y/n)! DON’T LEAVE ME ALONE WITH MY FEELINGS-!”
You hear a thud behind you as he tries to get up and immediately collapses from overstimulation. Groaning.
“THE FLOOR IS COLD… BUT YOUR TOUCH WAS WARM…”
You sprint down the hallway like your life depends on it, yelling at the top of your lungs:
“AOI! SHINOBU-SAN! RENGOKU IS TRYING TO PROPOSE TO ME THROUGH FEVER DREAMS AND I THINK HE’S ABOUT TO START WEEPING INTO THE FLOORBOARDS!”
From behind the sliding door, you faintly hear:
“…I would name our children after all the flowers you like!”
Shinazugawa Sanemi
Just one look at him is enough to send you over the edge. That guy with his hot head, chickpea brain and muscles made of steel. What you hate most about Sanemi Shinazugawa?
That you never seem to reach him.
No matter how hard you try, no matter how rough you train. He is always one step ahead, always that inch better that decides the fight. And he doesn’t even try to hide his amusement about it.
“Lost. Again,” he comments dryly, his puffed chest an insult itself.
You drag yourself out of the dirt, huffing loudly. That fucking bastard.
“There was no need to push my face into the mud, you little shit,” you hiss through gritted teeth.
Oh, you’re so over this. His constant teasing, his unbelievable behaviour. Who on earth raised this dickhead?
“Please, stop fighting you two! Why can’t we all just get along and laugh a little more?” Mitsuri cries out next to you.
No. You can’t take it anymore, not even for Mitsuri. But…you let out your breath, try to calm down your beating heart. You don’t want to start a fight in her garden either, not when you know how much time she spends trimming the bushes.
“Fuck you, Shinazugawa,” you mumble before turning on your heel and stomping inside.
Honestly, as long as you don’t have to see that shitty grin, you’ll be fine. You slam the door shut behind you, allow your eyes to rest a little. You know he doesn’t deserve your anger, that he would stop teasing you if you’d stop reacting this way. But somehow, you can’t help it. Something about him triggers a part inside you that usually stays put.
There has to be a way to finally beat him, at least once in order to shut his filthy mouth. But how? How on earth are you supposed to surpass him when he trains just as much as you do? How?
Your eyes dart around the room with no real aim. Where are you, exactly? Mitsuri’s katana lays on display on a shelf, next to it a strange pink-colored potion.
You furrow your eyebrows, instantly drawing closer. Is this what she talked about with Shinobu? The powder she’s supposed to smear all over the blade of her katana in order to poison her opponents? No, Shinobu didn’t exactly state “poison”
“It will incapacitate your opponents in your unique way!”
Incapacitate.
Your eyes grow wider and wider.
Incapacitate…
You don’t waste another second. Maybe this is what you need to beat him. A small potion can’t hurt, right? He’s definitely been through worse. You shake a small amount into your hand and close it before heading back out.
“Huh, look who’s there! Done with your pity party, loser?”
“Fight me.”
He tilts his head ever so slightly, just in the way that almost makes you lose your cool. But you’ll have the upper hand now – even though only with a little bit of help.
Sanemi darts towards you without asking another question, aiming directly for your chest. He’s fast, ridiculously fast, and already halfway to slamming you into the dirt again when you throw your hand up.
POOF.
A pink cloud of shimmering powder bursts right into his face.
“What the fu…What the hell did you just-”
He stumbles back, waving his hand while coughing out loud. And you? You grin like a demon.
“Got you, bastard.”
“(Y/N)!!” Mitsuri’s voice shrieks so high-pitched it almost cracks the air just when you’re about to place your final hit.
You blink at her, smug expression faltering at her suddenly so serious tone.
“What?”
Her hands fly to her mouth.
“YOU DIDN’T JUST USE THAT PINK POWDER ON HIM?!”
You look down at your now-empty palm.
“Um. Yes?”
“That’s the experimental blend Shinobu gave me to test!! It’s not a paralytic - it’s a potent aphrodisiac! In small doses!”
You freeze mid-air.
“…What?”
Your widened eyes dart over to Sanemi, who’s rubbing his eyes, blinking rapidly. His face is already turning red - and this time not from anger. No, you’re immediately able to tell the difference.
Mitsuri is scrambling for her haori, already halfway to the gate.
“I’M GETTING SHINOBU! YOU NEED PROFESSIONAL HELP AND I DON’T WANNA DIE HERE!!!”
“Mitsuri-?!”
Too late. She’s gone, her pink curls disappearing into the wind.
You turn back to Sanemi…who’s standing there, chest heaving, flushed all the way to his neck, and looking at you like you just grew three heads. Or possibly like he wants to eat you.
“What the fuck… did you do to me?”
His voice is a low growl now, thick and rough. You take a few steps back out of instinct. Fuck, this is bad. Really really bad. Why on earth does she have something like this just randomly standing on her nightstand!?
“I…I didn’t know it was an aphro-!”
You don’t even see him move. Suddenly, he’s in front of you, next to you, everywhere you look. Before you know how to think your back slams against the nearest tree, bark digging into your shoulder blades. His hand lands hard on the trunk beside your head, and he leans in, breath hot against your cheek.
“You trying to mess with me?” he growls.
“You think this is funny?”
You gulp. Shit, this went lengths too far even for your taste.
“N-No! I swear, I thought it was poison…I mean - harmless poison!”
His other hand grabs your jaw - not rough, not painful, but firm. His thumb brushes along your cheek. His pupils are blown wide now, sharp jade eyes nearly swallowed in black.
“Why the hell is it you that I can’t get outta my head right now? Why do you smell so damn good?”
Your mouth opens, but nothing except a silent whimper comes out.
“I’m gonna regret this,” he mutters, and then his lips crash against yours.
It’s messy. Uncoordinated. All teeth and desperation, like he’s trying to burn the fire out of his bloodstream with your mouth. His body cages you in, solid muscle pressing you against the bark, and one of his hands curls into your hair like he needs something to hold on to before he breaks.
And you? Your brain has left the chat. Your hand clutches the front of his uniform. And you fucking kiss him back out of instinct.
“I hate this,” he groans against your lips.
“Hate you. Hate how you make me feel like I’m gonna lose control. Hate that I’m hard and it’s your damn fault-”
“S-Sanemi!”
“Say my name like that again and I’m gonna ruin both of us.”
His rough hands find the back of your knees. He yanks you into the air like you weigh nothing, presses you firmly against the cool tree.
You can’t catch your breath, don’t even want to. Is this…what you felt for him all this time? Not hatred, but desperation? It definitely feels that way, it definitely feels way too god to be true-
“And then she just threw the powder in his face and I literally had NO time to react. Can you imagine!?”
“Mitsuri, stand still and be quiet.”
“BUT SHINOBU-“
The insect pillar stops Mitsuri in her tracks, pointing towards you.
And Sanemi.
Intertwined.
Pressed against each other on a tree.
“Oh my!” Mitsuri shrieks in utter excitement.
“Let’s just get out of here and wait until Sanemi took care of the potion a natural way,” Shinobu chuckles before turning on her heels and literally dragging the love hashira behind her.
Tomioka Giyu
You hear them shouting from afar – again. Instinctively, you pick up your pace, rolling your eyes in sheer frustration. Why is it so hard for both of them to just live peacefully while knowing that the other exists? Aren’t both of them hashiras, working towards the same goal?
Apparently, Sanemi and Giyu didn’t catch that mission yet.
“Can you guys just act like boys your age? Or at least a little grown up?” you shout over the noise of swords clashing.
Your heart skips a beat even though you try to supress your hard feelings. Giyu’s looking well today, his hair a little messy from the fight, face covered in a thin layer of dirt while his eyes hush over you ever so slightly.
“(y/n)-AH!”
A second too long, apparently.
“Ha, that’s what you get for losing your focus, fool!”
Like in slow motion, Giyu collapses onto the floor, his cheek pierced open by Sanemi’s blade. You run towards him immediately, checking on him. He’s unconscious, a small cut now disturbing his otherwise so perfect porcelain face.
“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” you shriek into Sanemi’s face.
Carefully, your shaky fingers inspect the wound. Not deep enough to leave a scar, but still unnecessary. Aren’t they supposed to fight with wooden swords only after the last incident?
“Oh shit”, Sanemi suddenly mumbles through gritted teeth.
Your narrowed eyes dart towards him, take in the panic that sets in on his features. This means nothing but trouble. Your voice sharpens, hands balling into tight fists.
“What did you do?”
Sanemi drags a hand through his hair, eyes darting anywhere but yours.
“...I, uh…might’ve…kinda forgot-”
“Forgot what?!”
“That my blade was still dipped in poison from earlier,” he mutters, almost too fast to catch.
“Wanted to try out how it works on demons. Didn’t clean it after. My bad.”
You stare at him, wide-eyed. Your jaw drops. He put poison on his blade. He forgot to wipe it off before fighting Giyu. At first, you’re too stunned to speak, mind unable to follow his words. Then the volume hits.
“YOUR BAD?! YOU FORGOT YOU HAD A POISONED BLADE AND YOU STABBED A HASHIRA WITH IT?!”
Sanemi flinches like your words hit harder than any sword.
“He’s not dead, calm down-”
“CALL SHINOBU! OR AOI! OR LITERALLY ANYONE WITH MEDICAL TRAINING BEFORE I KILL YOU MYSELF!”
Sanemi swears under his breath, mutters something about “bossy brats,” and sprints off, boots pounding against the courtyard stones.
You turn back to Giyu, bracing for the worst - except…
His lashes flutter and his eyes crack open. His pupils are slightly dilated, his breathing uneven. The sight makes your stomach twist, not entirely out of relief, though.
“Giyu? Can you hear me?” you ask, gently touching his cheek.
His gaze locks on yours immediately, sharp as a hawk. But instead of confusion or anger, there’s… something else there. Something warmer. Something you’ve never seen before in his eyes.
Your fingers freeze on his skin.
“You came,” he replies quietly, almost like it’s the only thing that matters.
“Of course I did, you idiot, you just got poisoned-”
His hand shoots up and catches your wrist, holding you there. You blink, startled, as the faintest flush spreads across his cheeks.
“You’re… close,” he murmurs, voice low and a little unsteady.
“I like it when you’re close.”
Heat floods your face.
“Giyu-”
“I was… dreaming about you.”
His thumb brushes along the inside of your wrist and you swear your pulse skips more than just once.
“It felt real. And now… you’re here. Still feels real.”
Your mouth opens to protest, but the way he’s looking at you makes your brain stall, like you’re the only thing keeping him tied to the ground.
His thumb is still stroking your wrist, slow and deliberate, like he’s memorizing the way your pulse jumps under his touch. You try to pull back, but his grip only tightens. No matter how much you longed for his touch, no matter how good this feels, you need to do something. What if he dies because you were too selfish to call for help?
“Giyu… you need to rest-”
“I don’t want to rest.”
His voice is firmer now, almost rough.
“Not when you’re here.”
You swallow hard. This is getting harder each passing second
“You’re poisoned, you’re not thinking straight-”
“I’m thinking perfectly,” he interrupts, his gaze locked to yours.
“Clearer than I have in years.”
Your breath hitches when he sits up suddenly, the movement forcing you back onto your heels. His knee brushes yours, the warmth of his body seeping into your skin. He leans forward, so close you can feel his breath fan across your lips, his body occupying yours fully.
“You keep running around… patching everyone up… looking at me like I’m just another patient.”
His eyes darken, sparkle down at you unpromising.
“But I’ve been watching you.”
Your heartbeat stutters.
“W-What?”
His free hand lifts, fingers ghosting over your jaw, tracing the curve of it with featherlight precision.
“Your voice. Your hands. The way you smell after you’ve been working with herbs… it’s stuck in my head.”
You open your mouth to tell him to stop, that this is the poison talking, but then his nose brushes yours.
“Tell me to let go,” he murmurs.
“Tell me to stop wanting you right now, and I will. But if you don’t…”
His thumb grazes your lower lip, slow, careful.
“…I’m not sure I can.”
Your pulse is pounding so hard it’s dizzying. His breath is warm, face inches from yours, the low rasp of his voice sending heat curling in your stomach. This is a dream coming true, a scenario you’ve had in your head more than once. Why not enjoying at least a few seconds of finally feeling him this close?
“Giyu…”
And then his forehead rests against yours, his hand sliding to the back of your neck like he’s anchoring you in place. His lips almost brush yours, just enough for you to feel the faintest drag of heat before he pulls back a fraction, gaze still locked on yours.
“I need you to stay,” he whispers.
“Even if they say it’s the poison, you’re all I’m able to think of, (y/n). You’re all that I want-”
Somewhere in the distance, you hear Sanemi’s heavy steps approaching.
“I FOUND AOI – STOP INTERACTING WITH HIM, YOU’RE MAKING IT WORSE! (Y/N)!)”
“Fuck”, you hiss.
“Let’s get out of here”, Giyu suggests, dragging you onto your feet.
Are you really this selfish, so focused on your own needs that you’d ditch his proper medical care for it?
down bad!giyuu tomioka who memorizes the exact way you stir your tea (three clockwise swirls, one tap against the rim) and starts doing it unconsciously when he’s alone, then panics if anyone notices.
down bad!giyuu tomioka who stands three paces behind you during Hashira meetings, close enough to catch the faint scent of your soap, far enough that no one thinks he’s hovering.
down bad!giyuu tomioka who keeps a spare hair tie in his sleeve because you once lost yours mid-mission and spent twenty minutes complaining about flyaways. He never mentions it. Just slides it onto your wrist when you’re not looking.
down bad!giyuu tomioka who starts carrying two rice balls to every training session (one for him, one for you) and pretends he “accidentally” made extra. You always take the one with the seaweed shaped like a tiny fish. He starts shaping them that way on purpose.
down bad!giyuu tomioka who lingers after joint missions, sharpening his blade long after everyone else has left, just so he can walk you back to your estate under the pretense of “checking the perimeter.” The silence is comfortable, but his heart is loud enough he’s sure you hear it.
down bad!giyuu tomioka who starts leaving his haori draped over the engawa railing when he knows you’ll pass by. You always fold it neatly and leave it on the step. He starts doing it more often.
down bad!giyuu tomioka who learns the exact pitch of your laugh (the one you make when you’re genuinely happy, not the polite one) and replays it in his head on nights he can’t sleep. It’s better than any lullaby.
down bad!giyuu tomioka who stands outside your door after a nightmare, hand raised to knock, then lowers it and walks away. The next morning there’s a single persimmon on your doorstep. You know it’s from him.
down bad!giyuu tomioka who starts saying your name in his sleep. Tanjiro hears it once and smiles like he knows a secret. Giyuu pretends he doesn’t notice.
down bad!giyuu tomioka who finally works up the courage to ask you to train together at dawn. Just the two of you. He spends the entire night rehearsing how to say “I like the way you move” without sounding like a complete idiot.
He still sounds like a complete idiot.
You blush anyway.
a/n: this is a repost from my inactive side blog so if you already read this, no you didn't
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