Reader is female
•fluff and kinda "funny"
•Cringe
•Give credit if u use my idea
•Black American reader
• Morden AU
Note : this is my writing not my friends fancy writing because she's like at college writing level but we're both second years! I'm just kidding this is my friends fancy writing. I'm too lazy to do oneshots right now, I can only do headcannons, memes and vines for the crackhead energy people.
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It was a rare moment of tranquility in the bustling city of Tokyo. The lingering summer sun cast an orange glow across the city, painting a picture of warmth and serenity. In a small apartment adorned with colorful tapestries, an African-American woman named (Y/N) sat on a cozy couch, surrounded by the sounds of her favorite playlist. Today was a special day - (Y/N) had decided it was time to take out her braids.
With a deep breath, (Y/N) looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She admired the intricate patterns her braids had formed over the past few weeks, a testament to her love and care for her hair. As she worked gently, carefully unraveling each braid, the sound of her laughter filled the room. It was as if the apartment was joining in on her infectious joy.
Just when (Y/N) thought she was getting the hang of it, a knock echoed through the apartment. She looked up, her hands frozen mid-unravel, and called out, "Who is it?"
"It's me," a familiar voice responded. It was none other than Tanjiro Kamado, her boyfriend. (Y/N) smiled, secretly delighted that he was there to share this moment with her. She made her way to the door, a couple of half-undone braids peeking out from her head, giving her an adorable messy look.
As the door swung open, Tanjiro couldn't help but gasp in awe. There stood (Y/N), glowing with confidence and natural beauty. "Wow," he uttered, his voice filled with unadulterated adoration. "You look absolutely breathtaking, (Y/N)."
Blushing at his compliment, (Y/N) hugged Tanjiro tightly. The couple swayed softly to the music, the room transforming into their little dance floor. There was a sense of bliss in the air as Tanjiro's fingers brushed against the loose strands of (Y/N)'s hair, almost mirroring the gentle touch she had applied moments ago.
With each movement, (Y/N) felt her worries melt away. She knew that Tanjiro accepted her completely, whether she had her protective braids or her natural hair. It was moments like these that reinforced their bond, reminding them of the unbreakable connection they shared.
As the last braid finally gave way, (Y/N)'s hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall of ebony silk. There was a newfound freedom in her every movement. Tanjiro couldn't help but marvel at the sight, his hands interlocking with hers. Her natural beauty shone through, making her presence more captivating by the second.
With a contented sigh, (Y/N) looked deeply into Tanjiro's eyes. "Thank you for being here with me, Tanjiro," she whispered, her voice brimming with affection. "Your support means the world to me."
Tanjiro smiled warmly, his gaze filled with an unwavering love. "You don't have to thank me, (Y/N). Being by your side through every step, every unraveled braid, is an honor for me. You're incredible, just the way you are."
And in that little apartment, filled with the essence of music and love, (Y/N) and Tanjiro shared a moment of pure bliss. Their hearts danced together, their love intertwining like the braids (Y/N) had carefully undone. It was a moment that would forever be etched in their memories, celebrating the beauty of self-acceptance and embracing one's natural essence.
