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ESCORT ──── shinji hirako x fem! reader. ib chase atlantic's escort. fluff + mentions of alcohol. wc of 600+

thinking about captain shinji hirako who would most definitely bribe or pay or do whatever it takes just to have you in the fifth division. he'd be so desperate about it, even go on his knees just to recruit you into the squad that he takes charge of. and for what reason?

the mere sole reason that you miraculously stole the heart of the captain while he came down to shin’o academy to demonstrate kenjutsu for the students. you just so happened to be one of the students that the hirako had to personally teach.

as beautiful as you can be and as bright your smile can shine, it only took a few hours for the blond-haired male to fall under your spell. but you never even put a spell on him in the first place. all you did was breathe, exist, and learn as shinji teaches.

as pathetic as the man can be, he doesn't ever show it. in fact, he does the opposite. he'd go all “oh look. it's the student girl whom i taught that sucks at swordsmanship.” like bro you did not just get on your knees to beg yamamoto to put the ‘student girl’ in your division…

he wants you to work for him and be under his wing, so he watch whatever you do. even better if he's seeing you make such a drastic change and progress ever since your academy days. not that he's a weirdo captain or anything that fancies a student of his, but your ages weren't that much of a difference. in fact, shinji is the one who ended up becoming a captain at such a young and admirable age.

“i can give you love for free, y/n…” shinji said during one messy night where the word sober left his vocabulary. all on his mind are fuzzy images of you.

“trust me, sir, she'd appreciate your love one hundred percent,” a voice said as they took away the bottle of sake in their captain's hands. the man simply looked up at the figure and looked back down, snuggling his drunken face into his arms. “you're kinda... pretty.. not any more beautiful than y/n though.”

“woah sir, thanks for the compliment. i honestly agree too, she's very cute, captain.”

the hirako glared at his subordinate who's helping him get up from the table so he can finally leave the pub with some guidance from someone of his barracks. “you keep her name outta your mouth, pink!”

“it's punk, sir. not pink.”

“shut up. only y/n can tell me what's right or wrong,” shinji's head wobbled just as his division member sighed and draped his long arms around their shoulders. they were oddly smaller than the fifth division captain.

“come on, captain. time to go home. y/n wishes that you return home safely.”

the voice of his subordinate is gentle and soft, so similar to his crush’s voice. he couldn't even tell what is going on right now, but he just lets his subordinate escort him home, not really in the correct state to think of anything else. although, his squad member uttering the name y/n made him all sweets and butterflies on the inside.

after such a night, the man wakes up in a frenzy, struggling to remember whatever happened last night and however in the world he ends up in his soft comfy futon without ever remembering how he got back into his bed.

he stares at a bone china vase for a few good minutes, attempting to search and dig for anything that has been buried by the headache that he currently has. but the more he stared at the reflection of the vase, the more he caught something at the corner of his eyes.

shinji shot his head at the few bags of items that laid beside his futon, a note of instructions on the items written down. he knows this writing. he out of anyone would've recognised this immediately. it belonged to you.

then a flash of memories became visible in his vision.

“THAT WAS Y/N?!?!?”

note. requested by @imaginingbleach. tumblr murdered me on the inside when i lost your request ask... i'll write an aizen piece soon trust

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request from @oo00oo00ooooo : How about taking care of him after a long day at work ? Lord knows a massage is the least he needs after a war , please he deserves it 🙏 🥺❤

Shunsui Kyoraku

since he became captain of the Gotei 13 you noticed that Shunsui looked tired, and when you confronted him he reassured you that it was nothing. But you knew him better than that to believe his lies, yet you said nothing.

but this time he looks really destroyed, it seems that the once smiling Shunsui is just a ghost. When you saw him in this state, you decided to take action: you won't allow your boyfriend to self-destruct. So while he's sitting on the sofa, you prepared him a nice hot bath with the salts he loves.

after which you take him by the hand and force him to immerse himself in the tub. As he immerses himself, he jokes that he would have preferred you to be there too. You take the soap and start washing him, starting first from the neck and shoulders to get to the legs, meanwhile he enjoys your touch closing his eyes and turning his head back.

you also shampoo him. You've always loved running your hands through his long, silky hair.

while he dries off, prepare him dinner, one of those foods he loves, and accompany it with a bottle of sake. You have every intention of making Shunsui spend this evening like a king: you feel guilty for not having acted earlier, you shouldn't have allowed him to take charge of everything by himself.

you spend the evening chatting with him trying to avoid the topic of work and mainly talking about gossip since you know he is a gossip. After dinner you reassure him saying that he can go to sleep, you don't need to help you this time, after having hesitated he goes to bed.

"Can you come here, angel?"

he calls you, he wants to fall asleep in your arms so you lie down next to him and for once you are the big spoon: you hug him around his neck and bring his head to your chest. Every now and then you leave kisses on his hair.

you give him a head massage, more specifically the two temples, his head resting on your legs, his hands resting on his foot. As you massage him you see his expression relax.

he whispers that he's sorry that he was in this mood the previous days and that he made you worry. He didn't want to bring work home and he didn't want to be a burden to you. You tell him that the one who should feel guilty is you because you let him carry a weight alone, but that won't happen again.

he falls asleep like this in your arms, and for the first time since he was captain his face is relaxed, also because now he knows that he can always count on you, that he doesn't have to carry the burden alone.