#One day I didn't go to work and the opening manager did get attacked by a guy with an ax

[kanalynn]

Percy Jackson x daughter of Dionysus! reader headcanons

a/n: these are just short headcanons that i wrote quickly without even checking. i hope it's not as bad as i think and you'll like it!

Percy first met [Name] on his first day at camp; he wasn't in the best of health, his mother had just died (or so he thought) and he was a demigod - but once he saw her, everything went to the wayside.

She was the prettiest and kindest girl he'd ever met - so much so that he spent a few moments just staring at her, blushing, wondering if he was dreaming.

(He really hoped he wasn't dreaming.)

[Name] was amazing - she was concerned about his well-being, she accompanied him around camp, she defended him to Annabeth - had he mentioned how amazing she was?

Percy fell in love with her instantly.

His feelings were terribly obvious - he was always trying to spend time with her or help her with something, and every time someone distracted her from him, he got upset.

When Percy found out the identity of his divine parent, [Name] was one of the few (if not the only one) who continued to communicate with him as if nothing had happened and supported him as best she could.

This made him fall in love with her even more.

It wasn't long before he found out that [Name]'s father was Mr. D, and it... well, it definitely came as a shock to him.

How could such an arrogant and unpleasant god have such a kind and sweet daughter?! Percy couldn't understand it.

It seriously took him a while to come to terms with that fact. As a result, he even decided to be more polite with Mr. D (!), so as not to upset [Name] and, perhaps, at least a little, please her father.

(Of course, it didn't work out... realizing that Percy was in love with his beloved and only daughter, Dionysus began to treat him as if a little more dismissive and hostile... In the end, after many years of Percy proving himself a loyal and brave hero, he softened, but, of course, he didn't show it.)

Thanks to [Name], Percy also managed to make friends with [Name]'s two older brothers - Castor and Pollux. He never thought that he would actually succeed, but the twins turned out to be good guys with whom he managed to become friends. Percy probably even helped them with their sword training.

[Name] had never been on quests - at least not official ones. It was probably some kind of trick by Dionysus to protect his daughter. Percy was only too happy about it - he didn't want [Name] to be in danger either.

When he was out on his own quests, he was constantly thinking about [Name], and wanted to get back to camp as soon as possible.

Percy is in awe of [Name]'s ability to grow grapes, strawberries, and such. Of course, he's in awe of everything about [Name], but still!

He really loves the things she's grown and always claims that they're some of the best things he's ever eaten (and he's absolutely not lying).

When [Name's] brother Castor dies, Percy spends time with her, trying to make her feel better. He understands what a terrible loss it is for her, and tries to help her as much as he can and support her.

Unfortunately, during the open war with Kronos, [Name] still has to go out onto the battlefield, but... things don't go as Percy expected.

Accustomed to the fact that the pinnacle of [Name's] magical abilities, inherited from her father, is growing plants, he was frankly shocked to see how she plunges the soldiers of Kronos' army into madness.

Percy did not expect this, but seeing how [Name] skillfully maneuvers between the combatants, driving them crazy with just one touch, forcing them to attack their own, and smiling sweetly, but sinisterly at them—

Gods, he finds this one of the most attractive sights in his entire life.

He probably even stops several times during the fight, unable to tear his eyes away. It was as if he was falling in love with her more and more every moment he looked at her.

Anyway—

[Name] is obviously participating in the Battle of Manhattan along with all the other demigods from the camp, but Percy tries to keep her away from all the really dangerous parts of the battle.

He's obviously not doing this just because Mr. D asked him to. Percy would have protected [Name] anyway because he genuinely loved her, so being literally ordered to do so by her father didn't really affect him.

Anyway, the battle, like the war with Kronos, ends. Percy has fulfilled his role in the prophecy, and it makes him feel a lot freer and calmer.

He doesn't have to worry about his status in the prophecy affecting [Name's] fate anymore, so the first thing he does when all the formalities are finally completed is immediately seek out [Name] and confess his feelings to her.

Of course, she accepts it - she has been in love with him for a long time too - and they start dating!

Mr. D... is not happy about it, of course - he grumbles and gets irritated a lot, but after Percy risked his life to protect his daughter, he involuntarily softened up a little towards him. Of course, this did not save Percy from a long conversation about 'how should you treat my daughter if you don't want me to turn you into a dolphin'.

Percy will immediately want to introduce [Name] to his mother! [Name] can't help but be nervous (despite the fact that Percy has told her many times that his mother is literally a saint and, of course, will love her), and even grew strawberries herself as a gift to Sally.

She was nervous in vain, because Percy's mother really is a saint, and her son has already told her so many good things about [Name] that it would be enough for several separate volumes; so, everything went just great (although [Name] sat there all red all evening because both Percy and Sally did nothing but praise her)!

Sally really liked the strawberries!

All in all, Percy still loves [Name] as much as he fell in love with her many years ago. He will do everything for her... and make sure that everything is okay with her and protect her even at the cost of his own life, of course.

[theehorsepusssy]

When I worked a Target, I used to have to walk the store with the opening mgr and look for people hiding in the back, or in the clothing racks or in the dressing rooms. It's true that people do poop in the dressing rooms.

[logansdoll]

thank you

you never thought you'd be murdered in the middle of an alley... but you also never thought you'd be saved by a man with knives in his fists so... yeah.

CW: suggestive, profanity, the dude that attacks you is clinically insane, Logan's a little socially awkward, your power is kinda bad but kinda good, etc.

It was amazing how quick your day could go from fantastic, to an absolute, fucking shit storm.

Waking up that morning, as you went through your morning routine, something in the air just told you that everything was going to go right.

Your curls turned out perfect after your nightly twist, your makeup flawless, accentuating your natural beauty, and your breakfast sandwich tasted especially delicious.

That, along with the relatively quiet day at the hospital, left you leaving work with a certain pep in your step that made you feel like you could take on anything.

So not once did you plan to end up in the middle of a dark alleyway, and not once did you plan to stand off with a shady, seemingly dangerous, man because of it.

You were too lost in the music of your earphones to notice you had taken a wrong turn, a rookie mistake to make so late at night.

A mistake you were currently cursing yourself for.

"Look," you started, hands up and voice calm in an attempt to placate the irritated man. "I didn't mean to walk over here. I'm just trying to get home."

Slowly, he stalked closer, stance low and beady eyes staring at you in a way that made your stomach drop, and blood run cold.

'Shit.'

"Please... I don't want any trouble," you continued, taking a few steps back, "Just let me pass."

He tutted in response, wagging his finger as a sadistic grin slowly rose to his lips, "People who trespass on my territory gotta pay a toll, sweetheart," he licked his teeth, words slurring together, "and I can see you got more than enough..."

Shamelessly, his eyes dragged over your body, the surface of your skin erupting with a feel of grime and dirt.

You'd need a serious shower when you got home.

If you made it home...

As he drew closer, your hand discreetly slid into your jean jacket pocket, latching onto the cool, metal handle of your switchblade.

You were hoping to de-escalate the situation, but with the way things were looking, you knew you'd probably have to fight your way out.

"I'm only gonna ask one more time," you warned, your tone curt as your expression sharpened into a glare. "Let me go."

Without warning, he let out a manic shout, charging for you at full force.

You let out a shriek of surprise, quickly moving out the way before he could tackle you, whipping your blade out your pocket and flicking it open in one fluid motion.

Quickly, he turned around, expression furious as he ran again, hands out in an attempt to grab you.

And as you tried to dodge, he managed to latch onto the back of your scrub, roughly throwing you to the ground with a grunt.

"Fuck!" you spat, head throbbing as you attempted to sit up, your chest pounding as he grabbed your ankles and dragged you closer.

Fear struck your heart like a freight train, and in a bout of panic, you swung your knife, plunging it into the closest thing you could reach.

He let out a roar of pain, dropping your ankles as he nursed his injured foot, and the handle sticking out of it would've been funny were it not for the dire situation.

Quickly, you scrambled to your feet, stumbling towards your purse which laid on the ground not too far away.

But the man took notice, his foot becoming a thing of the past as he chased you again, scooping up a large shard of broken glass as he ran.

"Get away!" you cried, hugging your purse into your chest as his charge backed you into a corner, your legs giving out as you slid down the wall.

Horrible visions of your fate flashed through your mind as he approached, images of your lifeless body plastered on the nightly news, or your smiling picture on a missing persons poster.

What a fabulous time for your power to chime in...

You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself for whatever was to come, when a loud shink and a pained grunt cut through the air.

Forcing your eyes back open, they landed on a figure, who stood over the dead body of your attacker.

The way the man laid, and the way he was injured, made it look as if he was mauled by some sort of animal.

'Holy shit...'

Pulling yourself back to reality, you realized the figure was now standing right in front of you.

He held his hand out for you to take, sharp, brown eyes flicking between you expectantly.

Finally having the chance to get a good look at him, you took in his appearance.

With his broad chest and strong jaw, you'd think he'd be on the cover of Sexy Bikers weekly, arms and legs thick with muscle under his leather jacket and blue jeans.

Your eyes met in an instant, an electric buzz shooting up your spine at his features.

From what you could see through the darkness, they were sharp, but strong and hard, handsome in their own rugged way.

His lips pulled taut in a line as he stared back, brows furrowing while his eyes flicked around you, almost like he was trying to gauge your reaction.

Slowly, you placed your hand in his allowing him to pull you up to your feet.

"Thank you," you exhaled, shoulders dropping as relief finally sank in your shoulders. "I don't know what I would've done if you didn't come when you did..."

His arms came back to his sides, tiredly, as he awkwardly cleared his throat.

As if he didn't expect you to actually talk to him...

"What're you doin' walkin' by yourself so late?" he asked, his voice a deep rumble. "You got a death wish?"

The sound ignited something in you, a sudden flood of warmth rushing to your stomach, your reply nearly dying in your throat.

"I just got off from work... I wasn't paying attention and turned the wrong corner," you explained, choppily, the embarrassment of your mistake setting in.

It was a stupid one.

Especially for someone who's mutation gave her the ability to see the future.

Or variations of it, at least.

"You got a way to get home?" he asked, resting a hand on his hips.

His arms flexed with the motion, his bicep straining against the jacket sleeve, your eyes drawn to it almost instantly.

You'd never seen a man as handsome as him before, and while you felt bad for gawking, you were more concerned by the flurry of feelings swirling in your chest.

"Cab," you blurted, snapping yourself out of it, "I can hail a cab."

He nodded, smoothly and, to your surprise, silently, stepping to the side and out of your way.

You were ready to head back toward the street, when you suddenly remembered something.

"My purse—" Jittery, the man nervously shoved it into your arms, averting his eyes from your thankful expression.

Your gorgeous, thankful expression.

God, he didn't understand what such a beautiful woman like you was doing in a place like this.

"I found it on the ground over there," he cleared his throat once again, shifting his weight on his feet, "I put your knife back in, too. You might wanna wash it—"

Without warning, you pulled him into a hug, nearly sending his heart into a frenzy.

He kept his hands up, quite confused and unsure of what to do, especially since your impossibly soft cheek was pressed against his chest.

"Thank you... really," you smiled, warmly, as you looked up at him.

God, he was handsome.

Though, you pushed that thought to the back of your mind.

"It was nothin'," he assured, awkwardly, as you backed out.

"I don't suppose I could learn your name, could I?" you asked, a small smile rising to your lips at his social graces.

It was adorable.

Someone so big and strong being so nervous.

Instantly, he tensed, completely taken aback by your bold comment.

Maybe he was imagining things, but he could've sworn your tone made it sound like you were flirting with—

"Logan," he blurted, stiffly.

You grinned, tucking a stray hair behind your ear, "(y/n)."

Slowly, you started toward the mouth of the alleyway, his eyes following you intently, "Well, Logan, I hope we meet again... Then I'll pay you back."

"Not necessary," he assured, shaking his head.

You paused your walk for a moment, turning to glance at him with a devilish glint in your eye.

"We meet again... I'll have something for you," you promised, crossing your fingers.

A shiver rolled down his spine at your words, and you continued on your merry way, exiting the alley and hailing a nearby cab.

Once he was sure you were gone, he let out a loud sigh, allowing his shoulders to sink and a tired hand to run through his hair.

You were something...

One conversation and he already knew you were going to be trouble, the smell of your perfume and the warmth of your smile already plaguing his mind.

He shook his head, taking a deep breath before turning to walk out the alley.

But just as he stepped forward, he felt something under his foot, lifting it to reveal a necklace.

You must've lost it in the melee...

Carefully, he picked it up off the ground, placing it in his pocket before walking out the backstreet.

The next time he saw you... he'd have something for you, too.

[blushweddinggowns]

Eddie woke up with a pounding headache and an intense sense of dread. He groaned as he sat up, shutting his eyes to block out the searing light from the window.

He took a deep breath before opening them again, letting out a sigh of relief when he realized he was in his own room, safe in their apartment. But that wasn't stopping his pounding headache.

God, what the fuck happened last night? He remembered going to Gareth’s party, getting cross-faded. Then, just pure white-boy wasted as the night went on and someone brought out tequila shots. He remembered whining about missing Steve to some guy-

Oh god. The guy. It came screaming back to him, blurry and unfocused but there.

I can be your boyfriend for the night.

How the fuck had the line worked on him? Eddie didn't know, but he knew that it had. He remembered kissing him, whimpering into his mouth while moaning Steve’s name. How good it felt.

What the fuck had he done?

Pure panic was starting to set in. He cheated on Steve. He actually cheated on Steve. And for what? Because he hadn't seen him for a few weeks? It only took one vacation with Robin for him to destroy the trust they built? Was he that pathetic? That selfish? That idiotic?

He didn't even remember how far they'd gone. He didn't even know how he got home. Or if the guy came with him. The idea of him fucking someone else in their bed made him feel physically ill. Ill enough to have Eddie jumping out of bed, frantic as he looked around for any clues. But there was nothing. Just the evidence of the life he'd built with his boyfriend. The one that he had single handedly ruined.

Maybe he could just not tell him. Keep it secret for the rest of his fucking life. Track down anyone who did know and blackmail them to be quiet. That seemed more sane then coming clean. Sane enough to have Eddie stumbling out of his room in a hurry.

But before he could call Gareth to insanely demand the names of anyone who could have seen him, he smelled it. The scent of coffee brewing, plus the sound of a happy hum.

Steve was home. A whole day early.

Holy shit, Eddie was going to be sick. He was actually going to puke. The feeling bad enough to make his legs weak, so bad he crashed right into the wall.

Loud enough to have Steve calling after him, "Babe, is that you?"

Eddie opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out.

Not when Steve was rounding the corner, smiling at him like that. All soft and loving, "There you are. Rough night?"

Was that the last time he would look at him like that?

"Eddie?" Steve asked, frowning at his lack of answer, "Are you okay?"

Eddie wanted to die. He actually wanted to die. Why had he done this? But he couldn't lie to him. Not with the sweet, trusting way Steve was looking at him. He just couldn't.

"I need to tell you something," Eddie finally managed to choke out, his heart beating so fast he was scared Steve could hear it. Maybe he'd have a heart attack it he was lucky. Avoid this whole shit show through almost dying.

But he wasn't that lucky.

Steve cocked his head at him, "What's wrong?"

"I'm so sorry, Stevie," Eddie said, letting his first thought come out, "I'm so fucking sorry."

"What are you talking about?"

"I kissed someone," Eddie blurted out, his hands shaking as he started to word vomit, "Last night. A-At the party I told you about."

Steve just stared at him.

"I-I was drunk!" Eddie went on, his voice coming out wet, "It didnt mean anything, I don't even know why I did it."

Steve still wasn't saying anything. He was just looking at him, his expression unreadable. It just made Eddie feel more desperate.

"Please say something," Eddie begged, "I know this is bad. I do. But I dont even know who he is. I-I won't do it again!"

Steve still had his head cocked as he looked at him, something in his eyes that Eddie didn't understand, "Is that all?"

Fuck no that wasn't all. Not when Steve was looking at him like that. Eddie didn't even think about it as he sunk to his knees, fully fucking ready to beg at Steve’s feet.

"I love you," Eddie tried, the tears he was holding back finally starting to fall, "I fucked up. I know I fucked up but please don't leave me. Please. I can make up for this. I can. Please."

It was hard to see him through the tears in his eyes, hard to comprehend anything through how fucking bad Eddie felt, the sheer amount of self-loathing nearly drowning him completely. His vision was cloudy enough to almost make it look like Steve was... smiling at him?

Steve reached down, grabbing Eddie underneath the armpits to help lift him back onto his feet. Strong in a way that still made Eddie's heart skip a beat whenever he saw it in action. He led a still sniffling Eddie to the couch, grabbing for his hand when they sat down.

"Baby, how do you think you got home last night?" Steve asked.

Eddie frowned, "I-I don't know. I don't remember."

"Do you remember what the guy looked like?"

Eddie swallowed, so nervous he was still kind of afraid he was going to puke. And he highly doubted that puking on Steve would help his case for him to stay, "I don't remember fully."

"What do you remember?"

Eddie sighed, looking down into his lap, "I remember missing you. And then a point where I got drunk enough to say it to anyone who would listen. Then this guy showed up and he said-"

"I can be your boyfriend for the night?"

Eddie snapped his head up, staring at Steve with his mouth open. How the fuck did he know that?

"And then did he do this?" Steve asked as he brought his hand up, cupping Eddie's cheek. Looking at him like he was the most precious thing in the world before placing his thumb on Eddie's bottom lip, teasing it with a smile, "Before saying you were beautiful?"

"I-yes? But how-"

"Honey," Steve sighed, a touch exasperated but mostly fond, "I got back last night. Then went to go find you when I remembered about the party."

Oh god, did that mean Steve saw the whole thing? Was this the calm before he kicked Eddie out? Was he about to be dumped-

"I can see your brain working babe, but it's working in the wrong direction."

"Huh?" Eddie asked, completely lost on why Steve was smiling at him instead of cursing his name.

"Eddie, it was me," Steve said calmly, though his face said he was holding back a laugh, "You made out with me. Before I took us home and you failed at trying to give me road head on the way home. Twice."

"I-what?" Eddie asked, shellshocked.

"You cheated on me with me, babe," Steve laughed, his calm face finally breaking, "Then when we got home, you cried about missing me to me. You're adorable when you're wasted. Stupid, but adorable."

"Oh my fucking God," Eddie breathed out, the reality of the situation hitting him. He groaned, hiding his face in his hands while Steve cackled next to him. He had never felt like a bigger fucking moron, Jesus Christ, "I am never drinking tequila again."

"Good idea," Steve chuckled as he pried Eddie's hands away from his face. He brought one to his mouth, kissing his fingers as he grinned, "But I love the honesty, sweetheart. 10/10. And the begging? Kind of hot."

"I was terrified!" Eddie moaned, staring up at the ceiling as a blush climbed up his neck, "You scared the shit out of me."

"You scared yourself!" Steve laughed, grabbing for Eddie's chin to force his head back down to look at him. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to his forehead, "My favorite little drama queen."

"You're a bastard," Eddie grumbled, like he wasn't smiling when Steve leaned in to kiss him on the lips, "Evil."

"But wasn't I a good boyfriend for the night?" Steve asked, laughing even harder when Eddie pinched his side. Eddie leaned in to kiss him again, effectively shutting him up as the last of his anxiety drained away.

But one thing was for sure. Tequila would be his worst enemy until the day he died.

Purely inspired by this post by @hawkinsbnbg

[agreeewrites]

Magic Lessons p.2 | B.W.

feat. Bill Weasley x intern!reader

SUMMARY: Things escalate with your boss, Bill Weasley, at the twins birthday party when you plot to make him jealous. But he gets his revenge back at the office.

CW: MDNI 18+, smut, jealous!Bill, reader gets a lil toxic, oral (f receiving), age gap, bill is a pleasure dom I don't make the rules, mentions of alcohol and smoking, strong language

part one | part three | masterlist

Things shifted between you and Bill after that night. You were more than just coworkers, mentor and apprentice, you developed a mutual understanding.

And what started as a little crush has grown into a beast with teeth, eating you alive, consuming every spare moment of your life. You had never felt so connected to someone before, so attuned to their feelings and desires, like your souls were tied together.

You couldn't be sure how he felt about you, but he seemed to read your mind as well as you did his. He somehow could anticipate your needs, no matter how trivial, and would go well out of his way to ensure those needs were met.

He was also fiercely protective, a trait of his that claimed several more victims than Waylan as the weeks progressed. But for you, Bill seemed to have a never ending well of patience. You couldn't ignore the amount of times you caught his gaze lingering on you, or the frequency he went out of his way to touch you, to help you, to serve you.

But you just couldn't believe that Bill Weasley would be even remotely interested in someone like you. Not to mention, the professional boundaries of your relationship were still intact.

It had been three months since the incident with the cursed axe, and it was the twins birthday. You hadn't spoken about the fact that you would both be attending the same party outside of work, but the thought made your nerves tingle with adrenaline.

You and Bill had only seen each other at work or during work-related functions. But this, attending a family party, felt like uncharted territory.

Would he be willing to cross the lines of professionalism? You weren't sure. Would you be willing to risk a career at Gringotts? Again, you weren't sure. But every day, it became harder and harder to ignore the burgeoning heat between you, that soul tie winding tighter and tighter.

You were at a standstill, paralyzed by indecision, and it was driving you mad.

The two of you were the last in the office, and you slipped away to get ready in the bathroom while he finished things up. You changed into your outfit, a maxi dress in your favorite color with a pair of heeled boots, and refreshed your makeup.

You did a small turn in the mirror, a wave of insecurity making you doubt your selection. Was it too tight for a birthday party? Too formal? Not formal enough?

Well, it was the only one you brought, so it would have to do. You collected your things a returned to Bill's office.

When you pushed open the door, you found him mid-change, wearing a white sleeveless undershirt and fastening a black belt around his waist, his shirt folded neatly on the desk.

You knew he was strong from years of hard travel, but this. He was lean and toned, broad shoulders with a narrow waist, and even littered with scars from Fenrir’s attack, he was gorgeous.

“Oh! Bill, sorry. I didn't—” You managed to tear your gaze from his body up to his face, finding his eyes glued to you, jaw a little slack, and the apology died in your throat.

He lowered his hands to his sides, belt still undone. The simmering heat between you bloomed to an inferno at your open perusal of one another, and you found yourself taking a step towards him, brainless as a moth.

His hands flexed, then balled into fists, and you paused, a flicker of reality passing through the haze of desire.

“We need to go,” he said, clearing his throat and grabbing his shirt.

You nodded, disappointment setting like a stone in your stomach.

You took the Floo System to the Burrow, managing to arrive only five minutes late.

“Bill!” His family cried, swarming him. But the twins went straight for you.

“Y/n! Look at you!” George gushed, pulling you in for a hug.

“Happy birthday to us,” Fred smirked, and you swatted his arm before pulling him in for a hug. Over Fred's shoulder, you caught Bill glaring daggers at his younger brother, but he quickly schooled his expression and turned his attention back to his father.

The twins introduced you to the few family members you hadn't met, and you answered the dozens of questions they threw your way while dinner was served. Bill was ignoring you almost entirely, caught up in conversation with his father and Percy. You knew you shouldn't take it personally, you were just colleagues after all, but it still rankled, and you could feel an attitude brewing.

Then, a wicked idea wormed it's way into your mind.

You laughed loudly at one of George's jokes, leaning into his side while he gestured in the air. He draped his arm over you, the type of platonic physical contact the two of you did all the time, but Bill didn't know that.

You saw Bill’s sharp eye snag on the movement, and bit your lips to keep from smiling at your small victory.

A few moments later, you reached over to take a sip of Fred's beer, making a show of wrapping your lips around the mouth of the bottle, your fingers delicate on the glass. You set the bottle down, then shifted to whisper something in Fred’s ear, your hand resting on his. You didn't say anything of real interest, just a little inside joke between the two of you. Fred chuckled, turning to whisper something back to you, and you grinned, winking at him.

You risked a glance at Bill and saw him white knuckling his empty whiskey glass, eyes trained on the birthday cake at the center of the table, and your confidence swelled.

“Mrs. Weasley, would you like some help clearing up for dessert?” You asked, batting your lashes.

“Oh, thank you, dearie!” She chirped, grinning at you.

You jumped up and started to collect the plates, using your wand to clear away the food. Moving around the table, you reached Bill, who was chatting with Ron about Ministry things. You leaned over Bill's shoulder, brushing against his arm to retrieve his plate, but he didn't react. Didn't even look up at you.

You huffed internally and brought the dishes to the kitchen, casing a spell so they'd wash themselves. You went to the fridge, retrieving a fresh beer for Fred and grabbed the bottle of fire whiskey from the counter.

You returned to the dining room and set the beer in front of Fred, who accepted with a smile.

“Thanks, love,” he cooed, taking a sip.

Then, you filled George's whiskey, careful to pour the correct amount. You could feel Bill’s eyes burning into you, his jaw clenched, and a giddy excitement flared in your lower belly. You capped the whiskey, licking a stray drop from your thumb, and returned it to the kitchen, leaving Bill’s glass dry.

Cake was served, and you let George feed you a few forkfuls while you and Fred told a few of your favorite stories from your time together at Hogwarts.

You knew you'd done it when Bill excused himself to smoke, a habit he never indulged in at work.

You knew it was wrong to push him, to strain whatever tenuous balance the two of you held, but you just couldn't help yourself. He was driving you insane.

After dessert, everyone ventured back into the living room for games and more drinks, and you slipped outside to find Bill.

He found you first.

An arm snaked out of the shadows and tugged you into the dark, directly into a hard chest.

“Have you lost your fucking mind?” Bill growled against your ear, the smell of smoke and whiskey clouding the air around him.

“I don't know what you mean,” you replied, tilting your head.

His took a drag off of his cigarette, glaring at you through the smoke. “You know better than to lie to me,” he warned.

“I didn't peg you for the jealous type, Mr. Weasley,” you teased, desire spilling through your body and making your thighs clench.

His free hand lifted, skimming your throat before moving around the nape of your neck. “It already kills me that they met you first, that they know you so well.” His grip tightened, scruffing you, and you gasped. “Is this what you wanted?” He rasped, his eyes locked onto yours.

“Yes, Bill,” you whimpered, pressing your body against his. “Please.”

He smiled, a wolfish, sharp thing, and dragged you the last few inches to his mouth. It was a rough kiss, a culmination of weeks of longing, his teeth nipping at your lower lip, prying your mouth open so he could taste you. His tongue tangled with yours and you moaned, getting drunk off of his lust, his dominance.

It was so different than his usual professional, collected demeanor. You knew he had an edge to him, an undercurrent of darkness that made him so adept at handling curses, but you never expected this. Having him be so rough, so needy, it made you want to climb him like a tree.

He flipped the two of you around, pressing you into the wall, his free hand splaying across your lower back to keep your hips anchored to his as he leaned into you. He felt so different than the other boys you'd been with, so confident and commanding, knowing exactly how to handle you and your desperation.

“Bill,” you gasped, head falling back as he kissed and licked down your throat, his teeth grazing your fluttering pulse. It felt like he was devouring you, biting off chunks of your rationality, your resolve, until you were nothing but a writhing, moaning mess in his arms.

His hand released your neck, sliding down to grab your waist. “But now I know you better, and I. Don't. Share.” Each snarled word was like shot of adrenaline to your heart, forcing your already dizzy self to clutch his shoulders to stay upright.

You nodded, desperate to be closer to him, to have him touch you. His possessiveness drove you crazy, had you practically foaming at the mouth for him, but he wasn't having it.

He grabbed your hands and removed them from his body, and you whined in protest. “Behave, and go back inside before you smell like smoke,” he ordered, though his voice was decidedly softer than before, almost breathless. He nudged you away from him and took another draw of his cigarette, the sharp planes of his face illuminated by the glowing tip.

Reluctantly, you ventured back inside, your thighs sticky with slick and knees weak. You were so focused on what you could do to drive him mad, you forgot entirely about what he could do to you.

So, you were in your best behavior the rest of the night. Charming the parents, befriending the other siblings, being as fun and social as you could manage. By the end of the night, you were buzzed, socially drained, and unbelievably horny, ready to pounce on Bill every time you caught his eye.

“Alright, we have to get to the bank early tomorrow. Y/n, I'll take you home.” He gave you a pointed look and you nodded. “Goodnight, family!” Bill called, hugging his siblings before ushering you towards the Floo Station.

“Happy birthday!” You hugged Fred and George on your way past, and half-stumbled into the Floo Station from exhaustion.

Bill caught you with a strong arm around your waist and held you up, casting the spell before his family could see how close your bodies were.

The next moment, you were back in the office, head spinning from the booze and the magic.

“Alright, love?” He asked, tightening his grip on you when you swayed on your feet.

You nodded and he released you, leaving you cold and unsteady. You walked in silence back to his office to get your things.

When you arrived, you stopped in the doorway. “M’sorry about earlier,” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“So am I,” he replied, walking towards his desk and loosening his tie. Your stomach dropped.

“Why are you sorry?” You asked, bracing yourself for rejection. “I was the one that acted like an idiot.”

He looked up at you, a sharpness in his eyes. “Don't speak about yourself like that,” he snapped, and you nodded, looking at the floor.

You heard the tread of footsteps, then his hand reached out to hold your chin, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. They were stormier than you'd ever seen them, the sky before a shipwreck.

“I'm sorry for being so rough with you, I can be—” his eyes flicked away, brow pinching in consternation. “After the attack, and the war, and the divorce…I can be cruel, angry. It's a part of me I don't like to show,” he admitted. “So I'm sorry if I frightened you, or overstepped.”

“You didn't frighten me,” you said, placing a tentative hand on his sternum, wanting to comfort him. “Far from it.”

He searched your face as you gazed up at him, starry eyed, and the silence stretched for a few moments.

“This is what I saw,” he murmured.

“What do you mean?” You asked, practically trembling with anticipation.

“When you wore the Chameleon necklace,” he replied, his eyes tracing the hollow of your throat before lifting back up to your face. “I saw you like this.”

“You wanted to see me like…this?” You asked, looking down at your dress, confused.

He shook his head, his hand moving up to caress your cheek. “No, not the dress,” he said, so close you could smell the whiskey on his breath. “That right there,” he hummed with a soft, satisfied smile, his thumb smoothing just underneath your lower lashline. “The desire in your eyes.”

Heat scorched your skin and your tried to pull away out of embarrassment, but he held you firm.

“No, darling. You're done hiding from me,” he said, the petname making your pussy thrum, slick collecting on the inside of your thighs. “I've been waiting to see that look in your eye. To see you need me as badly as I've needed you.”

Your heart stalled, your thoughts turning to static.

Needed me?

“I had to be sure this was what you really wanted, that I wasn't just seeing what I wanted to see…” he trailed off, expression softening as he continued to look into your eyes.

“I didn't think you wanted me,” you whispered, in complete disbelief. “I thought I was going crazy.”

“Perhaps we both have.” He bumped his nose against yours, warm breath fanning against your skin. “You've ruined me. My entire life I've been the epitome of restraint. But with you—” His thumb tugged at your lower lip, sending a tendril of arousal curling down your spine. “I can't seem to help myself.”

“Then don’t hold back,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and running your fingers through his hair. “I want you to ruin me too.”

“Sweet girl,” he cooed, feeding his thumb into your mouth. You flicked your tongue over it, tasting the salt of his skin before sucking lightly. “I intend to.”

He surged forward, capturing your lips in a breathtaking, soul-deep kiss that you felt through every nerve ending. You kissed him back eagerly, tugging his hair as he hauled you closer, lifting you into the air so you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Without breaking the kiss, he carried you across the office and set you down onto one of the overstuffed leather armchairs, the same one he conducted your interview in. He kissed you a moment longer, his tongue delving in to taste you before he withdrew and lowered himself to his knees in front of you.

“I'm going eat my fill of you, and you’re going to take it all,” he ordered, his voice rough and breathy, chest rising and falling quickly. “Okay?”

“More than okay,” you answered, nodding like an overeager bobble-head.

He chuckled, his eyes holding yours as he gathered up the fabric of your dress and pushed it up your legs, kissing your knees, and up your inner thighs, his long hair tickling the sensitive skin until he reached your clothed cunt, your white panties betraying how aroused you were.

“Look how pretty you are,” he exhaled, breath warm against your skin. “All this for me, baby?”

You nodded, combing your fingers through his red hair so you could see the lovesick look on his handsome face, his eyes soft and mouth upturned at the corners. It was all in such stark contrast to the brutal scars on his face, silvery in the waning candlelight.

You couldn't imagine someone being more beautiful than Bill was in this moment.

He hummed low in his throat, his tongue licking a stripe over your sodden panties and making you whine, desperate for him to touch you.

“How many times have you orgasmed in a row?” He asked, pulling your panties to the side with his middle finger.

“Oh, uh—” your cheeks warmed, caught off guard by the question. “Only once with a partner. Twice on my own. Why?”

You felt him smirk as he leaned closer, pressing a kiss to your swollen clit. “Three, then.”

“Three—oh god,” you moaned, grip tightening on his hair as he laved his tongue through your slit, flicking against your bud before repeating the motion, two, three, five times.

He nursed your clit between his teeth, lashing it with his tongue and making you buck your hips up, the pleasure too intense to hold still. He dropped a forearm over your lower stomach to keep you from moving away, your nails dragging across his skin as you cried out.

He moved down to your entrance, lapping at the pool of slick there before thrusting his tongue inside. With his other hand, he began to massage your clit with his thumb, the rough pad creating delicious friction over your sensitive skin.

Fuck, you could feel your orgasm building already, a coil of heat making your whole body tense and shake, unable to escape his pleasurable assault with his heavy arm holding you down.

“Taste so sweet,” he murmured against you, kitten licking your clit to make you twitch and gasp. He pulled back and spit on your pussy, gliding two fingers through your lips before easing one inside your drooling entrance. “Good girl, can you take another? I know you can—thaaaat’s it, love. Little pussy sucking me right in, so perfect for me.” He was speaking directly against your clit, the movement of his lips and flick of his tongue making your mind go fuzzy, your body ratcheting closer to release by the second.

He curled his fingers inside you, his lips finally sealing to your clit again, and you keened. Sensing you were close, he increased his pace, ruthlessly dragging you to the very edge.

“God, Bill—shit, I'm gonna come!” You cried, your fingers threading through his in an attempt to hang on while he sent you to orbit.

With a final flutter of his fingers against that spongy spot inside of you, you broke, a burst of dizzying pleasure making your eyes roll back, your body convulse in his hold as your orgasm tore through you.

“That's one,” he purred, only slowing for a moment so you could take a full breath before he ramped up his movements again, adding a third finger to your sloppy channel.

“Fuck, I can't—” you whined, tears squeezing from the corners of your eyes as your body was wound tight once again, helpless as a ballerina in a music box.

“You can. You will,” he ordered, his tone making your pussy clench around his fingers. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? You've got me now, darling."

“Bill, I—” you screamed as he bit down on your clit, sending you directly back over the edge again, your first orgasm not even fully dissipated before the second one slammed into you, faster and stronger, white hot. Like he'd forced it out of you with his expert touch and tongue.

“That's two. Well done, my love,” he cooed, soothing the bite with his tongue and gently removing his fingers.

You were in a daze, trembling and liquified, practically boneless in the chair. You'd never come so hard on your life.

“Ah-ah,” he chastised, reaching up to pat your cheek with his wet fingers before feeding them into your open mouth. “Not done with you yet.”

You sucked your release off his digits, mindless and happy to do whatever he wanted, so long as he keeps touching you like that.

He withdrew his fingers and lowered his head between your legs again, dragging his tongue through your sensitive folds, smiling when you shivered. With slow, unhurried strokes, he cleaned up the mess he'd made of you, making wide circles around your clit to apply less direct pressure and avoid overstimulating you.

“I could stay here forever,” he groaned, the vibration making you gasp. “Give me one more, yeah? Please? Let me be the one that takes you there.”

It was surreal, being completely at his mercy, yet he's the one begging you to let him make you come again. He'd rendered you completely brainless, and still wanted to give you more.

And you still had barely gotten to touch him.

It was the most delicious torture, the most exquisite suffering, and you knew you were so royally fucked.

There was no going back from this.

“Wanna touch you,” you whimpered, too far gone to do anything but squirm.

“Not yet, I told you how this was going to go. One more, then you’re getting some rest.” He hiked your leg over his shoulder, nuzzling against your pussy. “You don't want to be exhausted at work tomorrow, do you?”

You shook your head, having forgotten completely about anything that wasn't Bill Weasley and his magic fucking tongue.

“Good girl. Now relax and let me work.” He lifted you up slightly, angling you directly towards his mouth, and he resumed feasting, taking big, messy licks and sucks of your cunt, the sounds lewd and unabashed, and you fucking loved it.

You did as your were told and relaxed your muscles, sinking deeper into the chair with your legs in the air. You'd submitted to him already, but this was a a true surrender, passing your entire self, body and soul into his hands. Trusting that he would take care of every part of you.

“That's it, just like that,” he praised, kissing your sticky thighs before returning to suckle your clit, making your body hum back to life, pleasure beginning to mount once more.

You moaned his name, nails biting into the leather as he brought you higher and higher, his languid, self-indulgent movements making your head spin.

Feeling your body start to tremble, he flicked his tongue out, just the tip tickling against your hyper-sensitive bud, and you rolled over the edge, simmering, honeyed pleasure spilling through you as you came a third time. It wasn't a harsh, debilitating orgasm, but a blissful release of endorphins that brought tears to your eyes, your muscles and bones unraveling down to the cellular level.

“And there's three,” he said, placing a final, tender kiss to your clit before righting your panties and pulling your dress down.

You were completely blissed out, in your own world as he tugged you off of the chair and into his lap, pressing feather-light kisses up your neck and jaw.

“Come back to me, baby. Let me see those pretty eyes so I know you're alright,” he murmured against your cheek, his hands absently massaging your thighs and hips to guide you back into your body.

You blinked your eyes open, turning to press a kiss to his scarred cheek, your chest warm with affection.

“There she is.” He smiled, catching your lips in a soft, sipping kiss. “Okay, love?” He asked, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Yeah,” you said, breathless. “That was—I’ve never—”

“You were amazing. And if you didn’t look ready to pass out, I would be taking number four and five.” He helped you sit up, fixing your hair and wiping away a streak of mascara with his thumb.

“Not possible,” you giggled, reaching up to brush the hair from his eyes, your hand moving down to cup his scarred cheek. “As talented as you are, there's no way I could come again.”

He smirked, leaning into your palm. “I guess we'll have to find out. C’mon, let’s get you home.” He helped you to your feet, your knees a little wobbly, collected your things, and led you back out to the Floo Station.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then?” You asked, taking your things from his arms.

“For a bit, but I leave tomorrow afternoon for Cairo, remember?” He looked genuinely apologetic for having to leave, and your heart deflated a bit, disappointed that you wouldn’t see him for a week, maybe more.

“Right, Cairo,” you said, trying to hide how you felt.

“Hey.” He reached out to wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you back into his chest. “If it wasn’t so dangerous, I’d take you with me. But I can’t risk something happening to you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “Plus I need a capable curse-breaker to manage things here.”

“I know, I know,” you sighed, nosing into his neck and breathing him in.

He held you quietly for another moment, his hand trailing up and down your spine before you finally pulled back, yawning.

“Go on, I’ll see you in the morning.” He caught your hand and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. “Goodnight, love.”

You stepped into the station and grabbed a handful of the floo powder. “G’night,” you said with a sleepy smile, and cast the spell to transport you home.

Though, you realized with a nervous pang, it felt like you were doing the opposite.

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[yoru-exe]

PHAINON ۫ ꣑ৎ woe of a hero

"we were just about to leave marmoreal market when the big bad guys blocked our path. they were everywhere!", the boy recounted his story with so much vigor. thankfully, your young patient didn't move too much for you to attend to his sprained ankle.

under your makeshift medical tent, the wounded were resting as they waited for the heirs to provide their needed assistance managing the damage left by nikador's titankins. a lot of building and materialistic goods were affected, but so far, you've only observed minor injuries.

"but then mr. chartonus came and helped us! i wanted to go back but now that my ankle is sprained..".

"chartonus is in a good state, you have nothing to fear", phainon suddenly appeared behind you, and the boy's eyes widened with delight.

"lord phainon!".

you kept your composure but truth be told, you're as delighted as he was, if not more. you've been waiting all day for your lover to stop by with no avail. part of you were happy that perhaps he's not in any urgent need for your care. another part of you were worried sick if something had happened to him.

the boy and his mother excused themselves right after you completed your treatment to find their savior to thank him. now that you had your attention undivided on phainon, you moved to inspect him. but before you get to do anything, phainon grabbed your face by the chin and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.

"i wanted to come by sooner. but the market was in a bad shape and i can't just turn a blind eye. tribbie told me you're unharm, but still, i apologise for making you wait".

your legs felt weak. if it wasn't for his strong arms wrapped around your body, you would have fallen. but you managed to shake your head, "i'm glad you're alright".

when you caught what you just said, your attention was pulled back to his state, "did you sustain any injury?". the hero chuckled. he loved how attentive you were to your responsibility even though you could've just bask in each others' presence and forget about the world for a moment.

"i received a few, although nothing too serious. i've patched them up, but it'd be great if you could have a look at the ones on my back. i can't quite reach them by myself". you nodded and rushed to gather a fresh supply of medical equipments. when you returned, your lover was halfway stripping the top part of his clothes, making you jump.

he tilted his head with an unspoken question, and you mentally kicked yourself to recenter your focus on the task at hand.

as you fell into the rhythm of your work, you noticed how phainon had been uncharacteristically quiet. you decided to give him a moment. after all, the holy city that ought to be the safest haven just received a heavy attack. he must be shaken to an extent.

your worry resurfaced when his silence persisted even after you finished. he didn't even notice you've moved yourself to stand in front of him.

gently, you cupped his face in your palms, caressing his skin, careful not to startled him.

"o-oh, hey".

"hey yourself. is everything alright?".

he forced a smile, trying to reassure you that it wasn't concerning enough for you to worry about, but knowing you, you'd probably see pass his deception. he looked away, sighing, "just a few things on my mind".

he stopped himself there, and you took it as a sign that he's not ready to open his worry up to you, yet. it's something you've grown to respect. you couldn't begin to imagine the burden he carries as the prophesised saviour of the world. the least you could do was comfort him, even if just a little bit.

you closed the gaps between the two of you, embracing him close to your heart. "you can confine in me when you're ready. i'll always be here".

he was unresponsive for a moment, letting your words sink in. then, he wrapped his arms around your body. the tightness didn't hurt in any manner, but it's apparent how desperate he was, as if trying not to drown in his own dark thoughts with you as his anchor.

there were a thousand things he could say in reply. he could even began to sing an ode to your love or recite a romantic poem or two (you know by experience he would), but he simply said, "thank you", pressing his face deeper into your embrace. you could feel his lips stretching to form a smile, a peaceful one this time.

your slowly swayed with him still in your hold. relief filled your system to the sound of his laughter which made you smile yourself.

"do you know how much i love you?"

"do enlighten me, if you'd be so kind", you leaned down to meet his lips halfway. this time, he took his time to savour it with only you in his mind.

"i wish i could just stay here", he exhaled. "do you think aglaea will be mad if i'm not out there playing hero?".

"oh i think she'll lose her mind". to that, the both of you shared a laughter.

he excused himself when an elderly women seek your medical assistance, but not before he promised to stop by again later. you watched his wide back, the hero so strong-bodied, yet his heart was so tender. silently, you sent him a prayer for a safe return.

✿ AUTHOR'S NOTE ✿

boy oh boy, this man sure YAPS. anywho, i only managed to watch bits and pieces of the playthrough as of now so please forgive me for any canon details that i missed. i also would like to note that i do not think our beloved snowy is tired of being a hero, just a little overwhelmed at times, so please don't take this too seriously

[itneverendshere]

thinking of how rafe wouldn’t want you to work while pregnant

that man would be so stressed, since day one!! and bartender!reader would noooot give him a break, still covering bartending shifts even tho she was the manager bc she simply enjoyed doing it every once in a while. and he's like ?????? will you sit your ass down PLEASE. but you're not listening, if there's ONE thing the pregnancy hormones gave you was extra attitude. somethin' along these lines:

rafe could feel his jaw clenching as he watched you across the room, rolling your eyes for the third time in the past five minutes. you were doing it on purpose now, deliberately ignoring him while standing behind the bar, mixing drinks like you weren’t six months pregnant.

the bartender had called in sick, and you, the manager, jumped in and covered for him. rafe crossed his arms, leaning against the counter, and tried not to look too annoyed, but fuck if it wasn’t hard.

you still had that spark in you, that independence that drew him in from the start, but now it just made him worry like he never thought he could.

“you’re gonna give me a heart attack, y’know that?” he called out, his voice carrying over the chatter around the country club.

most people were too busy with their drinks and golf gossip to notice you two bickering, but anyone paying attention could see that familiar dynamic. you doing whatever you damn well pleased, him trying to keep his cool, which he never really could when it came to you putting yourself at risk.

you glanced at him over your shoulder, hands moving like second nature as you garnished a drink.

“’m fine, baby” you told him, voice as breezy as ever, the huge bump pressing against your shirt nothing more than an accessory. “it’s just a couple hours.”

there was that old habit of yours—acting like everything was fine when you clearly weren’t. or maybe you were, but that wasn’t the point.

the point was, you shouldn’t have to be there.

“you say that, but i know you’re gonna be hurting later,” he muttered, pushing off the counter and walking around to your side of the bar.

his hand landed gently on your waist, thumb brushing the small of your back like he always did when he wanted to get you to stop for just a second.

“c’mon, baby. just take a break, you don’t need to be on your feet like this.”

it wasn’t that you didn’t want help, you’d worked through that over the past couple years, but that stubborn streak was still there.

“i’m not a porcelain doll,” you reminded him, rolling your eyes again, “i’m not gonna drop dead because i’m pregnant.”

he felt his stomach drop when those words left your mouth.

"jesus christ, woman," his eyes widened in exasperation. "don’t say that shit.”

“alright, my bad,” you gave in, “didn’t mean it like that.”

rafe sighed, his hand still resting on you. he hated when you talked like that, you didn't have to remind him how capable you were.

of course he knew. 

"promise me you're taking a leave starting tomorrow," he practically begged you despite attempting to sound firm, but that undertone of worry had been his constant companion ever since you'd found out you were pregnant. 

"next week," you sang back, not bothering looking up from the drink you were finishing. 

you were still in work mode, determined to keep things running smoothly despite the fact you should’ve been at home, resting.

"tomorrow," he insisted, leaning in closer.

you turned to face him, eyes narrowing.

"next week, or you’re not getting sex for the next three months. now get outta my bar.”

rafe blinked, his jaw going slack as he stared at you, completely blindsided. 

“what—"

“go on,” you gestured toward the other side of the counter with a flick of your hand, “out.”

his mouth opened and closed a couple of times, like a fish.

"but… baby," he whined, his voice dipping into a tone that could only be described as kicked puppy. “just—wanna make sure you’re okay. that you’re safe, and you’re not overdoing it. you can’t kick me out, i need to be around you.”

you gave him that look, the one that told him he was pushing his luck. "rafe, i swear to god—”

he let out a long, dramatic sigh, but started to back off, lifting his hands in surrender.

"alright, alright, ‘m going," he grunted, dragging his feet toward the exit like a kid being told to go to bed. but before he did go, he turned back one more time, his eyes pleading. "i’ll be outside if you need me."

"of course you will," you muttered, shaking your head with a half-smile. you knew he wasn’t going far, probably far enough to hover and peek through the windows, pretending to give you space but unable to help himself.

"i love you, stop spiraling," you called out after him.

he paused, turning back to look at you, his expression softening.  

“love you too.”

[intimidaid]

hi just discovered a shifting superpower and it's called "going into the void state visualising what happened BEFORE you shift into the dr"

for example i always shift to when i wake up in my dr, so i was in the void state, imagining what happened while i was falling asleep

TELL ME WHY i literally got VIOLENT FLASHBACKS, LIKE ACTUAL MEMORIES, OF WHAT HAPPENED IN THE DR BEFORE I FELL ASLEEP

.

and it felt so much like i was already in my dr, like i was my dr self thinking about a memory, and i could see everything and EVERYTHING AND—

and then i got pulled out of it because i REALISED i felt like i was in my DR, and it kinda felt like that one transition where everything zooms out and then everything is just. black.

but MY EYES DIDN'T OPEN, EVERYTHING WAS LITERALLY JUST BLACK. i've been in the void state but THIS WAS DIFFERENT. it wasn't just a meditative state, it felt like i was for real in a completely black space, no up or down, nothing tangible around me

and then i got pulled back into the CR.

i will now be assuming that i'm a prophet and i only didn't manage to shift this time so that i could share the method with the masses and then shift the next time

what am i calling it?

THE RECAP METHOD

how do you use the method?

pick any number to count to. the number isn't what matters, what matters is your intention; "i will enter the void state once i count to this number." if you get distracted/reminded of the CR while counting, start over.

you're in the void state. don't think about it too hard, don't go "wow i can't feel anything," because then you'll likely start to feel again, which will ground you back in reality and out of the void state.

while in the void state, pick a scenario for how you got to the point you'll shift to. play it out in your mind, visualise it; did you drink hot cocoa in the kitchen before coming back to your room for the night? was it tasty? did you talk to anyone? how were you feeling emotionally? did you fall asleep immediately? did you toss and turn? are you in bed alone, or with someone else, or with a pet? or maybe you're not in your own bedroom at all — you're with your S/O after a freaky (or not) night, or you're in the hospital after a car accident. it doesn't matter where you are, just make sure you know how you got there. you're not imagining, it already happened, it is done; you're REMEMBERING.

things might start feeling really real around here. that's fine. focus on the present; you're already in your DR, it's no big deal, you already shifted. right? right.

anyway, once you get to the target point, focus on that. affirm where, when, and with who you are, how you're feeling emotionally, etc. (for me, i affirm that i'm asleep in x place in my dr, so i'll wake up naturally when the shift is done). get in the mind of your DR self, and know, in your heart, that there is no difference between your DR and CR self, because you're already in your DR right now.

it's just normal shifting from here. ground yourself in your DR. rant to your subconscious about what you have planned for the day, how you feel about the people in your life, if you're excited for the outfit you preplanned today, if you hope it'll be a sunny day or maybe a rainy one. hell, use the 54321 method for panic attacks and tell yourself what you're seeing/feeling instead of checking if you're in your DR/checking the 3D for validation. just be your DR self, and your DR will appear around you. congratulations, you've shifted.

(a/n): this is based heavily off my two best shifts, as well as @sheeezu's method. if you ask me, the key to shifting is literally just being your DR self (which @stilljuststardust explained better in their post). that's why this method (remembering) worked so well for me, that's why my last shift happened while i was thinking about my childhood in my DR, and that's why many people tell you to imagine being your DR self/getting in your DR self's mind so you can shift. someone once said your 4D/consciousness shifts first and the 3D/surroundings/senses follows after, and i think that's the best way to put it. of course, what works for me might not work for everyone, this is just based on my personal experience.

[sakumz]

a/n : this was rotting in drafts omg shdbwjns

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[ n. yoichi x fem reader ]

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" found you, fool! " you shout when you catch a glimpse of nagumo and sakamoto walking out of a store late at night, hands full of snacks. jumping down from the building you were at, you land on the back of sakamotos as nagumo swiftly dogdes you, hands still full of snacks.

they were wanted men and they were working with X or so you were told by the chairman. planning and participating in the terrorist attack at the museum. if only you were there to witness what actually happen, maybe you'll get a better grasp of the situation and not just follow the order of your higher up. as an order member you had to correct what is wrong.

" y/n~ are you here to kill us? " nagumo starts, all happy face as you sigh, hitting your head lightly with your metal fan weapon. does he know how badly you need to kill him because of your job?

" yes I'm going to kill both of you. any last words? " you fling your fan to his direction and a metal blade came flying to him as he swiftly dodge.

" please listen to us y/n. " sakamoto place a hand on your shoulder as you slap his hand away.

you can't be all friendly with them, he's lucky it's just you! not the other order members... they might kill them on sight, you're only reluctant because they're your friends, classmates even! so you're the closest among the rest of the order to them.

" I'm sorry, but I have to end you! the chairman privately requested me to do so, " with all your strength, you managed to flip sakamoto over your shoulder. pinning him down, you got distracted when nagumo called your name.

" y/n catch! " before you could react, he threw one of the snacks at you as you cut open with your metal fan. how annoying.

" we're really not conspiring with X! " sakamoto says as he makes a dash to god knows where. nagumo trailing after and you behind them.

" then why are you running away? if what you say is true, why is the chairman after you? " you managed to chase them to a dead end.

victory was yours.

" you're really one of the best order members, I thought you'd let us go since we've been friends for so long! who'd thought you'd be so loyal to the chairman, who gave you nothing? " nagumo walks closer to you.

you hated the tone he used when he said that. you barely knew anything that happen in the museum, even shishiba doesn't have much details on how nagumo became part of X. when the chairman called you in, days after the incident and you just got back to the country after handling a case overseas, he gave you an important request to hunt down both nagumo and sakamoto and kill them on sight. you didn't say much but walk off. the rest of order were giving the same task why did the chairman specifically call you, to remind you of the task?

" sorry for what I'm about to do, " sakamoto hit you on one of your vital points and you knock down immediately.

they take you to granny miya's place. you woke up to the sound of your phone beeping. it wasn't yours but nagumo's. he smiles proudly as he reads aloud.

" y/n l/n found guilty as one of X's. kill her on sight, " you snatch his phone from him as the words rings in your head.

there was a picture attached of you cornering them, your stomach flips as you threw back his phone. pulling the covers to your head.

" this has to be a dream, " you mumble under the covers as nagumo pulls them away, the sun glaring at you as he pulls the curtains open, blinding you as you got up.

" you're one of us, now! " he cheers as you shudder. you became a refugee overnight!

[aly4khq]

- 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐃'𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 -

- xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus -

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you and xavier just had a little newborn baby a few months ago; a beautiful healthy baby girl. both of you agreed on the name luna, since she was born in the evening. she was born with xavier's lovely platinum hair and your eyes colour, the resemblance of both of you on her own gorgeous face. but the only downside to her is that she managed to inherit her father's stamina and your lack of sleep, which is the quite opposite of xavier. she had a lot of energy throughout the day and the night if you didn't make her work her little legs out during the sun's hours on the clock.

lately, since you are maternity leave, xavier's been working hard at the Headquarters, serving his purpose around Linkon City. every time he'd come back, it was a process of trying to get him to actually relax instead of showering, getting dressed — into his boxers and that's it — and going to bed. meanwhile, you've been with your baby; trying to help her walk, talk, not bang her head on every possible surface and keep her from attacking your hair. it was everyday that you were calling out for her name, holding her hand, prying her from things a 10 month old should be holding.

today she had a hospital appointment which required her to have 3 shots; two in one leg and one in the other. and the morning was already...hectic. "luna! look at me please." you called out, trying to wash her face in the bath, lightly holding her nape before using your hand to wash her face then lightly applying some soap. in those 5 seconds, she managed to pull away and push in one of your bath bomb. as you turned around, the sight of pink aggressive bubbles came to your mind. a long gasp erupting from your lungs as you threw the softer flannel in the bath before grabbing her out of the bath, "shit shit! lunaaa!!" you huffed.

now at the actual appointment, getting her checked in was another problem. "yes, her name is luna- LUNA! get back here!!- I'm so sorry." you apologised before running over to your baby, who was biting on some other babies toy, already fighting against them to get claim ownership. just like her daddy. your hands came under her armpits as you lifted her up onto your hips despite her protests, going back to the receptionist before finally getting into the waiting room. xavier agreed to meet with you at the actual waiting room so it was fine for you to wait. and you couldn't even explain the amount of stress that dropped from your shoulder once you saw the door open and your man come through. his voice soft and quiet as he came to sit next to you to, greeting you and d/n with a kiss on the forehead. "hi love!" "hi xav!" "gaga!"

screams and yells filled the room as the first two needles went into your daughter's skin, her hands grasping your hair with a deadly force as your tried to comfort the poor girl. "ow- okay luna baby i understand- OW! what the fuc?-" another ear piercing scream filled your ears as you closed your eyes and relaxed, xavier's hands slowly came around d/n holding her before the doctors came around to do the last one. your eyes met his as his hand went to her back, rubbing softly before using his soothing voice to calm her before bracing for the screams.

for once, she had managed to sleep in your arms after tiring herself out with her own yelling, so it was easy to put her into the backseat in her car seat. after you put her there, you went to stand when xavier grabbed your waist. he pulled you into his chest before kissing your hair. you were on the verge of just bursting out in tears, "xavier?" he softly scratched your scalp before ruffling your hair, "let it out. i know you're stressed." it's been ages since you've been about to put your guard down and rest for yourself without feeling weak. so you did just that.

he wishes to be with you all the time and help you enjoy your day without being so tense and busy. no fault to your child, she was still growing and exploring her environment but every mother and father and guardian knows how stressful a child who is in between a newborn and toddler is. "you're so strong, the strongest mother around. it's alright to cry around me, after all you're my first baby." you had just finished crying, wiping your tears but that speech made you sob again, hugging him tighter, "i love you so much..", "i love you even more."

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"baby please just listen- oh my gosh why do i bother-" the sounds of your son screaming and yelling interrupted your desperate attempts of trying to get him to get ready for sleep; his small figure running around the room as he continued to disobey and ignore your efforts. your duvet was half open, kindly waiting for both of you to finally lay your heads down and fall asleep on the soft material. but at this rate you might as well just prepared your bed for the morning and give up. "nix? can you come here please?"

for the last few weeks, zayne had been occupied with piles or work at the hospital and due to that amount of work he had been scheduled to night shifts and day shifts that were scattered throughout the following weeks. he'd go at night around 6pm, do whatever he needs while you deal with your child, then around 8am he arrives back. but for his sake of health, he sleeps until it's time to wake up again and head off to work — of course eating and working out whenever he has the time or he'll stuff it in sometime. to your despair, he didn't get to witness the dreadful experience of trying to get this reckless son of yours to shower, brush his teeth, get dressed and actually get inside the bed and sleep without talking for 2 hours.

luckily, tonight wasn't only you to suffer with these tantrums. zayne was finally given a day shift which meant that he'd be coming home at night and sleeping with you two. and when i mean coming home soon, i mean in 30 minutes. at this time, both of you should've been deep asleep but it was a case of '5 more minutes!', 'i'm not tired!', 'where's daddy?' your hands held your cheeks in a clear sign of exhaustion. dealing with such an active child was too much. he's only 4 years old...he's only 4— you were just like this when you were 4 __ remember.."

you sat down on the bed, his t-shirt and pyjama pants were held in a deadly grip as your heart pounded again your chest in a desperate manner for him to go to bed. just as you watched him run around in circles and yell about non existent things that you could have swore you've told him aren't even real. "nixxxiee, come on-" another ear piercing scream came from his lungs as he faced you in a mocking way. as a mother, you'd always try and deescalate the situation but your breaking point was only so durable.

"NIX!! come over here and stop screaming for God's sake!" his clothes laid beside you as your figure stood from the bed, glaring at him from across the bedroom; your mind was throbbing so hard that you could barely even hear the sounds of the front door open. the footsteps way too quiet to help your body relax or realise who had finally come home. your rage was too loud in your mind to the point where you had burst, your son stared at your wide-eyed, a confused look on your face. your tongue poked your cheek as your hands came to your hips, a foot tapping against the floor. "just wait until your father comes home. i'll tell him everything you've done in the past 15 minutes. trust me!" you scoffed, annoyed.

it was silent for a little, the only sound being your heavy pants. your finger pointed at him but his words just infuriated you further. "i don't want to tell him 15 minutes." your eyes narrowed, turing to understand whatever he was trying to say before he erupted into laughter. he was literally pulling on your last nerve, toying with it like it was a little car he was given from zayne or you. "nixie, my dear son, please just put your pyjamas on." your whines were clear enough, but he was too busy being silly to understand your stress. "oh my fucking gosh...NIX!-" the bedroom door opened and your saviour walked in, suddenly hearing the yelling. "woah, what's going on? it's 8:30."

you sat down, holding your face as your son ran around the room which a grin on his face. your body shivering at every shaky breath you took from your amount of anger. zayne's quick eyes instantly picked up on your body language: slumped shoudlers, trembling hands and legs, breaths that seemed a little bit too out of order. he placed his bag down before sitting beside you, "what's wrong? why are you upset?" your eyes met his glossy eyes, trying to speak to him with you face instead of speaking. a frown on your face instead of your usual cheerful smile, "i can't do this anymore. it's too much just to get him to bed and then once he actually listens and goes to bed, he doesn't sleep. and then i'm tired, and he's tired in the morning. then the school calls and- ugh.." your hands grasped at the locks of your hair; tugging slightly before sighing at the sensation. but before you could even understand what you were doing, another pair of gentle hands came on top of yours, taking them off of your scalp with ease. "alright—hey, let's not do that. how about i get him ready and you just rest?"

as much as that idea soothes every single knot in your muscles and headache, there was a slight pang of guilt in your chest. he'd just been working for a good shift, wanting to come home to sleep but had to deal with his son alone? "but..it's unfair zayne." as your sentence continued, the pitch lowered to a melancholy tone. but instead of both of you wondering what to do with your son, zayne laid you nicely into the bed; basically tucking you in before chuckling. his hands caressing and softly holding your head as he kissed your temple, "i'll be alright baby, believe me i've dealt with way worse children before." as soon as your head relaxed against the pillow, you were out like a light; leaving zayne to take over and deal with his son's behaviour.

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your little 3 year old daughter was a carbon copy of rafayel; your genes didn't even fight back at all. even though you did all the work, he managed to give her his looks which made then twins. she had beautiful purple hair which grew pretty long along with his soft eyes. now, one thing about this man is that he spoils like daughter like crazy. everytime he had gone shopping or anything, he'd buy something for you and her as well. no matter how expensive or difficult to get it was. she looked up to him and you so much that whenever she did anything bad she would cry because she hated being yelling at. that's the only thing she got from you.

lately, you've been dealing with more bad days than good which someone rafayel had picked up on. after retaining this information, as your husband and father of your child decided to help you get a week off at work and gave tou as many spas, massages and take out you needed. he even took d/n to school every day and to her clubs, which you of course loved to attend. she loved sport and giving you attitude — which wasn't that bad since she knew when enough was enough. even though these past few weeks it's been mostly stress, you felt slightly weird finally not having to wake up at the same time of the sun and start working.

being married to a filthy rich man is crazy nice with his card as well. rafayel has been with her all day, as you went out to give yourself a day to yourself where you can think without anyone in your ear and breathe. it was lovely, enjoyable and you had come back after dealing with other people. you loved today...until you came home. once you entered the door, rafayel was preparing dinner while mira was in the sitting room..but she wasn't doing anything that was acceptable. after greeting rafayel with a kiss, you turned around to greet your daughter. you gasped, seeing the amount of paint on her hair and her face. "mira! what are you doing?!"

now, her hair was slightly thick and curly which obviously was absolutely beautiful but getting things out of her hair was a different type of pain. she looked at you like you grew two heads, her eyebrows risen with her arms crossed, "nothing! go away!" rafayel had also turned around seeing your instantly changed expression go from happy and excited to angry and confused. with an annoyance huff and scream, your hands covered your face as your went down and balancing on your ankles, "oh my fucking gosh.." you murmured, two hands engulfing you in a hug where you could feel the familiar chest of your husband.

"hey hey- i'll get it out don't worry." he tried to comfort you, hearing your stress filled mumbles in his chest. your body tensing was enough to give him all the melancholy that you were feeling as well. his gaze suddenly went to your daughter, his eyes held slight anger but also sadness because he didn't want to hurt your daughter as well and have both of his girls crying. "mira go to the bathroom please i'll be there in a second-" you interrupted him, standing up with the intentions of wanting to help instead, "no no it's alright. i'll do it. i've gone through this before as a child and i know what to do." as much as he knew absolutely nothing about paint in your type of hair and how to properly wash his daughters hair without any reminder, you still had rage in your body. "okay wait, let me stop the cooker and i'll be there to...supervise!"

meanwhile in the bathroom with you and mira, the amounts of yelps and screaming matches you both have exchanged was too high to count. "mira! stay.still!" you huffed, and she did the same before yelling back, "you! gentle!" all of them being resolved by rafayel in the end, "okay!— okay guys. let's just calm down!" he begged for the umpteenth time, his hands hovering over her nearly finished hairdo. your own expression upset and angry, both of you replying with the same words. "i am calm!" after a few minutes longer, rafayel decided to just take over, kissing your forehead and laying you down in bed with a face mask on. "this is your week to relax, stop stressing out." he reprimanded, brushing your hair out of your face before going back to attend to his dreadful sight of his daughter's hair. the only sound after that was now rafayel taking to her and the soft droplets of water from the shower.

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sylus and you both had beautiful baby twins; a girl and a boy who were just as similar to you too as the others were. the girl, syia— which came from sylus's name — looked just like him coincidentally. her beautiful misty white hair and her deep red eyes complimented her well yet her complexion was more of a darker tone. meanwhile, your son, samien, — which was a name that you've been wanting to call your future son for ages — looked like you. he matched with your darker coils of hair, and his beautifully coloured eyes. they were the best children you could as for.

TIME SKIP DOWN THE LINE — it's their 10th birthday the second biggest milestone of their birthday lifetime after their 1st. both of them had grown to dislike the others hobbies and be completely opposites if they could be. if syia wanted to have a blue theme birthday, samien would want an orange themed one instead. so this is what you dreaded on every plan. one thing that they've inherited is sylus's need to get what he wanted which had added onto the stubbornness that they got from you making it extremely hard to solve any argument in between the troublesome twins. which is where we are in the present day!

"no! it's better to have a red birthday because read is prettier than a pink themed birthday!" samien argued back at his sister, not only being insulting but using his hands to push her away from his face. syia retaliated, pulling his hair with aggression. "it's basically the same thing idiot! you had your amazing blue themed birthday last year where i had to agree to!" hearing them both attack the other one, you went out to scold her for that language before stopping and gasping at what samien replied with. "you're such a bitch!" your head peaked out from the bedroom upstairs with an angry expression. "hey! both of you, cut it out. and i don't want to hear that language either." scoldingly, your finger pointed at the two of the rascals.

syia finally scoffed before sighing and slouching her head, "okayy mum...i'm sorry-" just as you went to sigh and web then for a second time, samien interrupted you harshly. "shut up! you're a bitch too!" the tension in the atmosphere grew intensely as the two girls stood still in disbelief where as the boy stood there in rage and smugness. his hands on his hips as he went to mock you. rage growing in your body as you grunt your teeth. "yeah, exactly—" he paused. all of you did. the scenery sudden went dark and mysterious as an uneasy feeling filled the air. a presence that you knew a little too well due to the fact that it was—

"sylus!" you exclaimed, happily smiling at your husbands arrival. the look on his face wasn't definitely not pleased at all, matter of fact even you knew that look and how badly it scared you when he had it on his face. his footsteps were heavy against the marble floor as he strolled over to his son with his hands in his pockets and a rough gaze on him. "...sylus..?" you called out for a second before your smile turned to a frown as you stared at syia. "what did you say?" sylus spoke, his voice heavy with disgust and his finger tapping against his trousers. "um..i- ow!" he grasped samien's hair before tugging slightly. your mom senses kicked in, you quickly skipped over to sylus holding his arm that was holding s/n's hair tightly. your eyes widening. "okay! that's enough!"

"what did you say samien." he repeated again, his voice filled with displeasure and frustration as samien groaned out in anger and pain. syia just chuckled to herself as you stressed out with the two boys, your own hand going up to grab sylus' hair before pulling as well. after he hissed at the pull, he caught your wrist, letting the poor boy go. "i'm not going to repeat myself." your own spine shivered at his tone as you stared at s/n begging that he'd respond. "...i called her a bitch—hey!" sylus lightly hit the side of his head; not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to keep his attitude in line. "you'll treat your mother with respect and that's all you'll treat her with. i don't want to hear that language again. do you understand me?" in a hurry, he responded, "yes dad..!"

after the tension died down a little and sylus finally pulled his gaze away from him, he turned to you. meanwhile, you were attending to your son's scalp— it was completely fine but you were against it — "sylus! you didn't have to pull him so hard! he's red!" you complained, hitting his shoulder. "no he isn't." once you turned around, sylus grabbing your waist before pulling you up and threw you over his shoulder. your legs kicked as you yelled out loud. samien and syia laughing horribly at your terrified situation. "sy-LUS! oh my gosh! let me down!" he chuckled, deep from his lungs before walking upstairs in his basement, still speaking to the two children downstairs. "both of you will have a red and pink birthday, it's gonna be mixed around so deal with it. and no complaints or i'll cancel the whole thing off." he narrowed his eyes at the two behind him before shutting your bedroom doors behind you two.

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date made: 19-21/08/24

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[thebestsetter]

Karasu was a coward. It was as simple as that.

He looked for the weaker enemies. He thought he was mediocre, so he never went for the stronger people. Always the weakest, the ones underneath him. The ones he knew for sure he could beat.

And, being a coward, he also never admitted his feelings for you out loud. After all, being your one and only academic rival was way better. The look of what could only be described as pure loathing when he got 1% more than you on a random exam, the look of pride and smug smile on your face when you beat him, the sneaky and sarcastic remarks... it was all so... exciting. He didn't need your relationship to change. You were both clearly "comfortable" with it (if going at each other's throats is deemed "comfortable," that is.) That's why he kept quiet, firing smart and cleverly hidden flirtatious lines every now and then. It was all fine.

Until it wasn't. Until he couldn't keep his feeling hidden anymore.

It was during a random chemistry class. Being the top 2 students of the advanced class (the top 1 was always changing, yet it always showed the same result: either you or him), the teacher assigned you both to do a project together, wanting to see "what kind of amazing project will come out of the smartest students she ever had", and that also meant sitting together during classes.

Neither of you was really happy with this, but decided to treat it as a challenge: whoever managed to stay the longer without outright verbally attacking the other would win. And you both were not the kind of people who backed down from a challenge.

That day, you had spent hours working on that project during late hours. So, you were just so sleepy you couldn't help but lay down your head and rest for a bit, trying to get a well-deserved close eye.

"A bit" turned into half of the period.

"Psst, smartie pants" Karasu nudged you with the tip of his pencil "The teacher's looking funny at you. I mean, he always looks funny, but it's even worse right now."

At your lack of response, Karasu nudged you a little bit harder

"Hey, I'm being serious. Open your eyes or else we'll be in trouble." He then rested his head on his hands with a sigh, admiring your sleeping face. A small smile appeared on his face "You know, you're kinda cute when you're not being a total nerd. Or glaring at me. Or laughing at my 97 when you got a 98"

He gently removed a hair that fell on your face, putting it behind your ear. "I wish I had the courage to tell you this." He whispered "I like you. A lot, actually. Way more than I should."

He doesn't know why, but he waited for a response. He waited for you to suddenly get up, point at him and laugh at what he said. Because no way you'd ever like someone so... mediocre as him.

"You're really sleeping?" He nudged you once more, obtaining yet again no response. His smile widened, and he couldn't help but continue to stare at you, completely zoning out for the rest of the lesson.

He wishes he could say this was the only time this happened, but it wasn't. Everytime you slept during chemistry class, Karasu quietly declared his feeling for you. Saying what he liked about you, what he wanted to tell you when you were awake, talking about which dates he wanted to go with you.

It became a routine, honestly. But he'd never admit everything to you out loud.

And he actually didn't even need to.

Because little did he know, the only time you really slept was during the first one. And little did he know, the project wasn't the only thing you were working on. February 14th was getting close, after all.

Well, his sleeping confessions really reassured you, at the very least.

Based on this request!!

Not proofread!

[kunikuyu]

"A reward for someone so good." Hashira Series!

Part 1, 2, 3, 5, 6

Obanai Iguro x Male! Reader

Warnings: Minors DNI, NSFW, Dom! Iguro x Sub! Reader, read as afab reader, jealousy, spanking, degradation, relationship of "enemies", mentions of blood (one, blood from the reader's lip), Reader is like a teasing brat here, slight mischaracterization of the character.

Summary: Pillar training has begun, much to your delight. Of course, as a hard-working and strong person, you can handle any challenge. Even if it's fighting a hashira. And in a way, they all see some value in you, and want to reward you for it.

Starting Mitsuri's training was easy, the difficult part was finishing it. But... Everything went wonderfully well, and you even got to sleep next to the girl. The next day, when you woke up, she gave you a basket full of sweets to eat on the way to the next pillar's house. "Just don't eat it all at once, save some for Iguro-san, okay?~" That's what she said, winking lovingly as she waved you goodbye.

And speaking of Iguro...

"You're late. And you came completely dirty, don't you have a shred of shame or dignity?"

Your mouth was only slightly pink from the Sakura mochi you were eating. For some reason, the other boy looked at your lips first before anything else. "Sorry, I guess." The truth was, you didn't really like Obanai either. The way he looked at you and cursed you made you simply not like him and even provoked him into a childish fight. But because he was your superior, you just ignored him most of the time.

He looked at you with an irritated look, before turning to enter his residence, which seemed dark, cold and silent, like a snake's habitat. It was calm, until your vision adjusted to the darkness and you realized that the hunters who were in training were completely tied up together, like a real horror scene (if they weren't just tied up with ropes, Obanai isn't so crazy).

"Your training is this, try to attack me without hurting any of these people. Hurt one of them three times and you become part of them." And so he says, already going after you.

.....................................

He definitely tried to hurt you as much as possible. Probably a cracked rib, a completely purple and swollen waist from so many bruises and an eye that was barely opening. But, to improve your situation, you were already approved on the first day, since you managed to hit Obanai on the hand. Stopping to think a little, Iguro seemed to be hating something, or someone. You might think he knows about your training with Miss Kanroji, but how could he know? Mitsuri definitely wouldn't tell anyone something like that.

And speaking of Kanroji, the food basket is still in the corner of the room where you and the other hunters are sleeping. You planned to eat everything yourself, but you definitely couldn't handle it all and Mitsuri made it for Iguro too.

After thinking very sadly, you get up and take the basket, silently leaving the room and walking towards the light emanating from the nearest room. You walk over and reluctantly knock on the door. It's late, but if you didn't do it now that you were in a good mood, you wouldn't do it in the morning when you woke up.

Some beats. All without success. He really didn't want to see anyone's face. "...Know that I'm only here because Miss Kanroji made these Sakura mochi for both of us, otherwise I wouldn't be disturbing your peace."

...

"Are you going to open that door or not?"

...

And when you had already given up and were turning around, Hashira wraps his hand around the back of your hair and pulls you into his room with an unexpected strength from such a small body. You can't even scream in pain, because Obanai is faster and covers your mouth as he throws you against the wall and pins you with all his weight.

"Do you think I don't know what you and Kanroji did in that training? I don't know exactly what you did, but in the letter she sent talking about you, she seemed especially happy. I don't like the idea of you being the reason for Kanroji's smiles." But you barely paid attention to what the shorter one was saying. You just looked at his uncovered mouth, which now showed a huge scar. You were mesmerized, but you would never say that you found him beautiful in that way, and that your bodies pressed together only increased the tension.

"... Look at my eyes when I'm talking to you." He says, without measuring his strength, he grabs your chin and brings your face closer to his, making you look deep into his eyes. For some reason this time, you didn't see hatred or contempt in his eyes. You still felt like he didn't like you, but you also felt a certain lust emanating from the depths of his soul.

And after a few seconds that felt like entire eternities, he did something you never imagined would happen. He can't resist, and pulls you even closer, pressing your mouths together. That whole kiss is extremely aggressive, he really wanted to take his anger out on you. His tongue moved nimbly, fighting violently against yours. He bit your lip so much that you even started to feel the metallic taste of blood.

The snake's Hashira wastes no time, and even begins to remove his white pajama. "Cute outfit, did you buy it in the children's section?" And you just get a slap across your face in response. Was the slap strong? Perhaps. Will it leave a mark? Obvious. Did you like it? Yes. You just let out a small laugh, face remaining turned to the left.

"I despise you. You have no respect for yourself. Gets slapped in the face and just laughs, you're definitely a sick guy." "You're the one who hit me, don't act controlled because you clearly enjoy it more than me." Another slap to your face is delivered, your hair covering part of your face. You had to confess that maybe being beaten by Obanai wouldn't be so bad. After all, you've been beaten by him before.

When Iguro finally removes his clothes, he barely waits for a comment from you before grabbing your neck and pulling you into his futon. He was clearly thirsty, and needed his relief, his hands shaking slightly as he took off your pants.

.....

"Hmm... I didn't expect someone so short to be so huge." Despite the mocking tone, you really didn't imagine that could be part of Obanai's body. It's just... He's too short and his cock is too big. In response, he grabs your neck aggressively while spreading your legs, making a light moan echo from your mouth. "Your ability to talk so much nonsense is incredible. Now, spread those legs and don't you dare tell me to stop." "I wouldn't do that, Obanai."

The other man positions himself between your legs, slowly fitting into your soft, warm entrance. He closes his eyes as he blushes, not being able to handle the pleasure he felt as he entered you. Obanai begins to thrust into you slowly, his left hand gently squeezing your neck while his right rests on your waist. "O-Obanai... This is torture...! Go faster!~" But instead of listening to you, he just squeezes your neck tighter, preventing you from speaking. He seemed to like this rhythm, or he just wanted you to beg with tears in your eyes. That seemed to be the intention, since the whole time he was looking deep into your eyes, waiting for something to happen.

....

"...Please..."

.....

Maybe it wasn't a good idea to ask Obanai to go faster. He is a hashira after all. The man goes with all the strength and speed he can, thrusting into you brutally as if he wanted to take out all his anger on your cunt. Tears of pleasure, pain, and overstimulation flowed from your eyes, but you couldn't ask him to stop, could you? After all, you were enjoying this more than he was even. You could feel the tip of the other man's cock in the deepest part of your body, your legs were already starting to weaken. It didn't help that he didn't go easy on you in training.

Anyone could hear the noise you two were making. The sound of his balls hitting your ass every time he thrust, his moans and yours, the two of you weren’t exactly being silent. "Ah...~ so warm...~" That's what he thought every time he felt your wet walls squeezing his cock. He seemed strangely comfortable fucking his potential love rival.

When he felt that you were already close to your orgasm, he pulled out of you and slowly massaged the head of his member, cumming on your thigh. "...You're... fast huh..." You say, mocking the fact that he came before you. You can't even ridicule the other man for long, as you immediately feel two of Obanai's fingers entering you, while his thumb massages your clit. He did it brutally, almost hurting you in the process. Even so, it doesn't take long for you too to reach your orgasm in Iguro's hand.

He removes his fingers and lies down next to you, burying his face in your neck. "We will never talk about it." "About how cute your face looks while you cum?" And you get a bite on the neck in return. Is he really ashamed of having fucked you? Maybe, but he loved the feeling of burying himself deep inside your body. "It's okay, we'll never talk about it. Don't worry." You wrap your arms around him and lean his body against yours, making him blush slowly. "When did you get so muscular...?" "We haven't seen each other in a while. Now, stop talking and go to sleep."

"Are you really telling me to shut up? You piece of shi-" And you just kissed him to get your desired silence. Even though he doesn't like the way he look and is embarrassed by the scar on his mouth, he likes the feel of your lips touching his.

He still doesn't like you. At least that's what he'll say forever.

Author's note (me :p)!

My second favorite, and I don't even like Obanai ._.

[wlwsoccerfics]

We always have eachother(AlessiaRussoXEllaTooneXBronzeReader)

Warnings: mental health struggles, Breakup, Asthma

Summary: it's always the three of you. whatever happens you always protect one another.

It was the first day of national camp. you arrived together with Alessia, which made sense. You were best friends and Arsenal teammates after all. She told you a joke which made you laugh. "Having fun without me, i See!" Ella said as she jumped right in your way. The two of you laugh and you pull her in for a hug. "Barely!" You told her. "We missed you!" Alessia answered. "That was the right answer, losers!" Ella replied. You and Alessia couldn't help but laugh.

The two would be rooming together while you were rooming with Beth. Which you didn't mind at all. You two were good friends after all. Altough you are a bit surprised that you are not sharing a room with your older sister Lucy. "Baby Bronze!" You hear someone yell, turning around you saw that it was Beth. "Meado! Hey. Looks like we are roommates!" You tell her, and hug her. She hugged you back. "I know! Great News! But please have your little Girl group meeting somewhere else! In the room these two weirdos share!" She pointed at Ella & Lessi, grinning softly. Of course she was only joking. "Hey!" They both yell out at the same time, which made you giggle. "Promise! But those weirdos are my best friends! And i am a weirdo as well! Normal is boring!" You told her. Placing an arm around both of your best friends. "They are my Lifeline!" You said. "We can't survive without eachother! Alessia answered. "Everyone knows, kiddo! And i agree! Normal is indeed boring!" Beth replied.

You went to put your stuff in your room while Less & Toone did the same and you promised to meet up in an hour in the gaming room to hang out with the rest of the team. Beth already went there so it was just you in there. You were about to put away your sneakers when you got a Text Message from your girlfriend:

Hey y/n,

I am breaking up with you.

Have been seeing someone new.

You are free to do whatever now.

So am i.

Bye.

You stare at the heartless message of your now ex girlfriend. When you tried to call her you found out that she had blocked you. Tears were forming in your eyes. You really thought she was the one and even had brought a ring cause after Camp you wanted to propose to her. 3 years down the drain. You texted Less & Ella right away. Sending am SOS in your group Chat cause you could feel a Panic Attack coming. Or possibly an Asthma attack. All you knew was that you struggled with your breathing. Your chest hurt, every single breath you took felt like you just ran a marathon.

Your two best Friends were alarmed and dropped everything as soon as they saw your text. running to your room. Pushing the door open to find you sitting on the floor, leaned against the bed. Holding your chest, your breathing was more like a wheezing sound now. "Y/n!" Ella yelled out. "Where is your inhaler?!" Alessia asked, the Panic in her voice was evident, cause she knew what your Asthma attacks looked like. Both of them did cause they have witnessed a few of those. "Can't find." You somehow managed to get out. "I have one in my Backpack!" Ella replied and went to grab it from the room she shared with Lessi. Alessia tried to help you. Making sure you don't freak out even further and that you were sitting up as straight as possible cause anything else could make breathing even harder for you. "It all will be okay, y/n! I promise! I won't let anything happen to you." She said softly. You were quite thankful for your best friends. They are your platonic soulmates that's for sure. Ella came back running in. Kneeling down in front of you, placing the inhaler in your mouth, pushing down on it while you sucked in some air, thankfully the inhaler was working cause If that wouldn't have worked anymore you would have had to go to the hospital, which probably was your least favorite place on earth.

Alessia and Ella helped you to sit down on the bed a few minutes later because you still were quite weak on your knees after the asthma attack. "Good thing you have one of my inhalers for emergencies in your bags or that would have been a hospital trip!"you tell Ella. "I am glad you don't have to go to the hospital. We both know how much you hate them!" Ella replied. "Yeah and we can't really blame you for that! But y/n? What caused this Asthma attack?" Alessia wanted to know. You looked down and started biting down on your bottom lip. Trying to keep the tears in. Handing your two best friends your phone to show them the text from your ex. They read them while you tear up again. Alessia pulling you close and into a hug. Running a hand over your back gently. The two knew about your plan of proposing and how much you Love your now ex. You were hurt right now and they could feel your pain. "She doesn't deserve you!" Ella answered. "You are the best girlfriend anyone could ask for and it's her loss because she won't ever find someone as funny, cool and pretty as you! Not to mention your talent! You are one of the best football players of this generation!" Lessi told you. "hell yes to what Lessi said!" Ella stated. "You two really are the best." You answered.

You laid inbetween your two best friends. They were holding you, you were sleeping. Beth walked in with Lucy though cause they wondered why the three of you were missing out on team hangout in the gaming room. Both Beth and Lucy could tell that something had happened. Because of you sleeping in the middle of the day and your best friends being awake. Cause you did nap together sometimes. But usually you would all be asleep. The Situation right now obviously was them being protective of you. "Hey, what's wrong with Y/n?" Your older sister asked, she was quite concerned. "She had an Asthma attack." Lessi told her. "Oh my god, why didn't you tell me?" Lucy wanted to know. "We handled things. She is resting now!" Ella answered. "Thanks for helping her. Next time please let me know though?" Lucy stated. Alessia nodded her head in agreement ."What caused this asthma attack?" Beth was curious, wanting to make sure to keep whatever trigger it was away from you. "She needs to tell the two of you on her own!" Toone explained.

You did tell people the story about what was going on and explained everything to them, including the planned proposal. Before you told the whole Team you had a private talk with Lucy & Beth about it.

The next few weeks have been good for you. Everyone helped to cheer you up. Your biggest supporters have been your two best Friends. Like always...well and a certain blonde, tattoo loving FC Bayern Munich player. Georgia was really putting in the work to make you feel better. She got you flowers, went on walks with you, partnered with you during drills.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Injured (Alexia's Version) II

Alexia Putellas x Teen!Reader

Summary: Alexia comes home from work

Alexia comes in from a long day of coaching to find carnage in the house but no more than usual.

Jaume's muddy football boots are scattered in the entrance hall along with his school bag and his training bag. His jacket is thrown callously on the ground and she can just make out the dishes he hasn't cleaned up from his afternoon snack on the kitchen counters.

Her son is found in the living room, whirred into a game of FIFA and talking into his headset to his friends.

Your own ballet bag sits at the bottom of the stairs and Alexia can hear rhythmic thumping from your bedroom. She pops the door open and throws your bag onto the bed.

You're sitting at your desk, breaking in your pointe shoe by thwacking it against the corner of your study space. You're attacking the shank of your shoe viciously while your other one lays perfectly broken in next to you.

You've raided the sewing box too, a needle already threaded so you can sew on your ribbons as soon as you're done breaking in your second shoe.

"Did that one do something to you?" Alexia says and you jolt in shock, not having realised she came in.

"Yeah," You reply with a wry smile," It didn't come broken in." You whack it one final time against your desk and test its flexibility, finally content and get to work sewing your ribbons onto the shoes.

"You left your bag by the stairs," Alexia says and you roll your eyes.

"Jaume left his stuff all over the house," You reply," He's so messy."

"He's a boy. Boys are messy."

"Have you made him clean it up yet?"

"I'm letting him finish his FIFA match. It might embarrass him in front of his friends."

You roll your eyes again, tying off your first ribbons before moving onto the second. "They're so annoying."

"They're hormonal," Alexia replies. She takes your other shoe and starts sewing a set of ribbons on. "They'll grow out of it."

"Can they grow out of it now?" You mutter," I'm sick of them watching me."

Alexia freezes, like a pail of icy water has been thrown on top of her. Her mouth goes dry. "What?"

You give her a look. "Huh?"

"What do you mean they're watching you?"

You shrug. "I don't know. They're hormonal boys. I'm Jaume's older sister." You wrinkle your nose. "They say gross things sometimes. It's not a big deal."

Alexia hates that aspect of you. You're so resigned to the concept that it is what it is. You had problems like this when you were younger too, merely accepting bullying and rude words at you because you didn't think it would matter if you tried to fight it.

It's something that Alexia's never managed to snap you out of but she never thought that she would see it in a situation like this.

"What kinds of things?"

You frown at her. "I thought you knew."

"No! Is that why you didn't tell me?"

You shrug. "I thought if you were fine with it happening then I should be fine with it happening."

"No...Bambi...You should never think that those kinds of things are okay. They're not and if it happens again, you come to me right away."

You nod, not fully convinced. "Okay, Mami."

"Hey," She says," Put on your shoes. We're overdue a catch up."

Alexia's busy coaching at Barcelona most days. She's almost always working but she tries to find the time for you and Jaume both together and alone. It used to be a tradition that she would take you out once a week by yourself to 'catch up' but work has been so busy these past few weeks so you're long overdue some one-on-one time together.

"I'm sewing my ribbons!" You complain and Alexia fondly ruffles your hair.

"And you can take a break. You've just come from a full day of dancing. Go put on comfortable shoes. You can sew your ribbons tonight."

You huff but do what you're told.

Alexia goes back downstairs, switching the tv off.

"Mami!" Jaume complains, pulling down his headset," I was in the middle of a match!"

She gives him a pointed look. "And your stuff is in the middle of my house."

"I'll pick it up later."

"You'll pick it up now," Alexia says," This isn't your room, Jaume. I like my house to be tidy."

He huffs and moves to get up.

"And tell your friends to stop saying foul things to your sister."

He freezes, every muscle in his body going rigid and stiff. "What?"

"I know what teenage boys are like, Jaume, and I understand peer pressure and not saying anything so you can fit in but this isn't school. Your sister deserves to come home and feel safe."

"It...It was just jokes, Mami."

"Was it? You may think they were joking but were they actually?"

Jaume's face grows a little confused. "But they had to be! There's...There's no way they'd come to our house and...and say those things to her and actually mean them! Right? Mami, right?"

"Jaume..." Alexia sighs. It's clear to her now that Jaume genuinely had no idea that his friends could actually mean what they said. Alexia takes some comfort in knowing that, at least, Jaume hadn't done this out of spite or any other malicious feeling towards you. "Even if they were jokes, your sister doesn't need to be made fun of in her own house. If you let them get away with stuff now then they're just going to keep building and building and building on it until it's too late to stop them."

"Mami..." Jaume looks heartbroken now, glancing up the stairs where he knows you're doing something in your room. "They...She...Is she okay?"

"I'm taking your sister out," Alexia says," She's had a long day at practice and she needs some time to decompress, okay? Can I trust you to clean up your stuff and get started on your homework?"

He nods.

"Good boy." Alexia kisses his forehead. "Your Mama should be home soon. No tv until your work is done."

"Okay, Mami."

Jaume sits himself at the kitchen table, going through a mind-numbingly boring Physics worksheet when you come down.

"Ready to go?" Alexia asks and you nod.

"Hey, wait!" Jaume calls out and you stop, turning to look at you. "I love you."

You frown in confusion. "I love you too."

"Good," He says," I mean, it's good that you know that I love you." He nods several times and a small bubble of laughter erupts from you.

Jaume grins like he just won the lottery and Alexia trusts in her son to lay down the law with his friends.

She guides you out the door and to the car, driving down to some quaint café that's opened up nearby.

"A milkshake?" Alexia offers after you've found a table," I heard from Mapi that they do those big monster ones with a cupcake stabbed through the straw."

"Mami," You admonish," I still have dance tomorrow."

"Hmm," Alexia says," You're right. It's probably too big for one each. We can share."

"Mami!" You laugh," I'm trying to stay healthy. The Spring Season starts soon. We have performances to do."

Alexia reaches over to pinch your cheek and you roll your eyes. "Well, I'm your Mami and I say it's okay. You know, I'm quite wise."

"Fine," You say," But if we're getting a milkshake then let's get the red velvet one."

"Whatever you want, bambi."

Alexia orders some cupcakes and a cookie with it and rolls her eyes as you mock complain with no actual annoyance in your tone.

"Now," She says," I've spoken to your brother and he's going to sort his friends out or else."

You roll your eyes, poking at your food. "It's fine. I can deal with it."

"You shouldn't have to deal with it." Alexia reaches across the table for your hand. "Boys will be boys but that doesn't mean they should be saying those things to you. I...I just...Bambi why didn't you tell me?"

You bit the inside of your cheek, eyes darting to the side.

"Bambi," Alexia says again," Come on. You can tell me things, you know that, right?"

You nod. "I just...I was worried that I was being silly. That..." You shrug. "You know, you would think I was overreacting. It shouldn't bother me as much as it is. They're just stupid boys."

"Boys are always stupid," Alexia says decisively," And I don't think you're overreacting. It's going to be sorted out. If Jaume doesn't then I will."

She speaks so firmly that you can't help but agree, saved from replying by your mouth full of cake.

You still look a little awkward talking about it though so Alexia pivots the conversation away.

"So," She asks," What ballet is it this season?"

You're not usually talkative about the ballets you're practising, preferring it to be a surprise when you gift the family tickets to opening night but with the season approaching, you don't mind as much.

"First half of the season is La Sylphide," You say, sipping on the straw of the milkshake," Second half is Giselle."

Those words mean nothing to Alexia but you look excited so she decides to be excited for you.

Your cheeks go a little red and you pick at your cake. "Actually...I...er..."

"Is something wrong?"

"No...I...Do you remember when I told you that a few of our soloists got injured?"

Alexia racks her brain. "I think so. You said it was after the Nutcracker performances, right?"

You nod. "Well, they're still not back and the balletmaster decided to start doing understudies in case of injuries and sickness."

Alexia nods along. It's a smart choice, like rotating the players in a team.

You don't look at her, staring down at your plate.

"They're guaranteed one night though, you know, as the lead."

"Okay?"

"Mami, I'm playing Giselle."

Alexia chokes. "What?"

You finally look up at her. "I'm playing the lead, Mami."

"I..." Alexia whips out her phone. "What day is it? I need to check I'm not busy. No, I'll rearrange my meetings if I am. Oh, we'll have to call your Abuela and your Tia. Oh! And Mapi too! Jenni, as well." She starts typing away at her phone. "Wait, let me just text Olga. We'll have to get Jaume a proper outfit if you're going to play lead. And-"

"Mami," You cut her off though your voice is soft and quiet," It's not that big of a deal."

"Not that big of a deal?!" Alexia scoffs," You're seventeen years old, playing the lead in a professional ballet company! How could you keep this a secret?! Oh, bambi, we have to sort out tickets. What day did you say it was?"

You laugh. "I didn't, Mami."

Alexia crams the rest of her cake into her mouth. "We have to get home. We have to tell Jaume and Olga!" She looks at you for a moment. "So grown up! My little baby, playing the lead!"

You slouch in your seat. "Mami, calm down. It's for one night. People are staring."

"Up! Up!" Alexia insists," Come on! What do you want for dinner?"

"Mami-"

"You choose. Anything! Anything you want!"

"Mami-"

"What about that fancy place near Alba's house? I think I can get us a reservation."

"Mami!"

"Sorry, bambi. What did you want?"

"Can I just have a hug?"

Alexia pulls you into a hug, cradling the back of your head with her hand. "You make me so proud, bambi. I love you so much."

[littlemissstel]

Manager!Shiu x Idol!Reader

That's it. That's the ask.

Now this is what dreams are made of, I shed a tear.

divider by @saradika-graphics

As a trainee you were terrified of Shiu. The stern, stoic man who held a big part of your dreams in his hands...yeah, you didn't want to disappoint him. You and your group, consisting of three other members, worked yourself to the bone daily- rising early and going to bed late, skipping even more sleep to practice, sticking to intense workout routines, the program was all consuming and sometimes you honestly couldn't help but wonder if it was worth it. It was a feeling you all shared but could never say out loud and in turn brought you closer together. Being so far away from home it was important to find a new support system, a family, and while you wish much of your bonding hadn't been through shed tears, none of you would change it for the world.

Unfortunately, sometimes a hug couldn't quite do the trick. It was a long day, one of those days where you wake up knowing it's going to be a long day but have no choice but to get on with it. You tried to do everything as normal but from the coffee maker breaking, running late after misplacing your security key and tripping up the stairs in a rush, you were already over it before the clock hit twelve. Your last straw though was during dance practice. Normally, you only train with the groups specified choreographer but since filming was coming up of an unreleased teaser, Shiu decided to spectate. Just to make sure things were up to scratch.

Maybe it was his presence, or the glaring light that seemed brighter than usual, or the way the music blasted but you just couldn't focus. Being the one to make movements 10 seconds ahead or completely forgetting where you're supposed to be, you just couldn't get it right and with the frustration of your errors -especially with a guest in the room- your once lovely choreographer turned into an unrestrained attacker.

"NO! For the last time (y/n)! You're supposed to be in the centre-"

"I don't know why you're suddenly incapable-"

"Does that even make sense to you? Are you even trying?"

"You know what? maybe you should just sit out."

And sit out you did, the embarrassment and shame of it following you out of the studio and into your dorm where you got a head start on cleaning up before vocal practice. Never done. It just never quits. You stayed in the shower for far longer than necessary, sitting on the small ledge watching as the water filtered down into the drain with the forgotten about loofa tossed to the other side. You were wrestling with yourself, trying to find excuses as to why you weren't going to be able to make the rest of the days appointments but you knew any attempt would be futile and eventually got up, preparing yourself to once again interact with any other being.

Sitting on the bed, you were brought out of your daze by a soft knock and the prolonged creaking of the opening door to your shared room.

"Hey...can I come in?"

Utahime Iori, a beautiful and elegant girl, a little older than you peeked her head through the gap with soft eyes that made you want to turn away and hide. She was the best and worst person to see right now. You knew she was endlessly reliable and kind, always offering an non-judgmental ear but the pitiful intonation of her voice only reminded you of what felt like your worst fault yet.

"yeah, of course."

"Are you okay?" She started, calmly making her way over to you and sitting on the edge of the bed, just close enough to feel the warmth coming off her.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine just- having a rough day."

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Ahah," you chuckle blandly, "no, but thank you Iori, I appreciate it"

She copies the small smile on your face and plays with her fingers.

"Well, you know we've all had those days, it's really not as bad as it seems in the moment." She hesitates for a second before quirking up again with a carefully calm voice. "And I don't want you to freak out, but Mr Kong wants to meet with you in his office before we head out."

Great. Just great. You were going to be fired. He's going to tell his boss. Dropped from the group just like that before you even got the chance to film your debut, maybe some other lucky girl will transfer to fill your place-- if they even bother to rearrange with another group. And your reputation, God, would you even be able to live it down? Maybe people will forget about you. The promising new girl group that's now turned to three. You tried to steady yourself but to no avail as you approach Shiu's office, lifting your hand to deliver a feeble knock in hopes he wouldn't hear and you could move swiftly on. Unfortunately fate wasn't so kind, and you were met with a deep voice instructing you to come in.

Shius office was of decent size. Filled with organised and stacked papers, an air diffuser, plant, coffee machine and one of those cups that come in an easter egg box, with the windows open and a half filled ash-tray you were sure was against the rules. You made your way to the seat opposite him, moving slowly and tensing when he looked up at you with an expression you couldn't decipher between sympathy or judgement. Probably the latter.

He laid back with a large exhale, planting his arms on the sides on his chair and eyes boring into yours.

"What's wrong?"

And that's when the floodgates flew open. You're not quite sure how it started, or if your red-faced apologies were halfway intelligible but all the months worth of built up stress and fraying determination were released at once, sloppily, in front of the very man you were sure already held very little courage in you.

"Oh- uh, hey, hey-" he stutters, leaning forward over the desk to grab a box of tissues and pushing it towards you.

You try again to apologies but now even you know it sounds absolutely ridiculous and blow your nose comically into the tissue, before rubbing your eyes furiously only to be stopped with a gentle hand pulling yours away. It takes a few blinks before you can see Shiu kneeling next to you, on the floor with one hand still on your wrist and the other rubbing your arm with such a softness you didn't know how to respond to, only staring at him like a caught deer.

"Look, it's okay, okay? You gotta tell me when things are wrong, it's my job to know."

"Mr Kong-"

"Shiu."

"...Shiu," you hiccup, "I'm just- I'm really tired, there's," --sniffle--" so much to do. Today was such a bad day and after the...I was overwhelmed. That's it."

"Right, well..." he starts, shifting to stand up and lean on the desk (you're sure you heard a crack from his knee) "maybe we can start with missing your final workout session today, gives you more time for yourself, relax a bit."

You respond with a small nod.

"I've already spoken to your instructor about how she talked to you today, turns out she's just as stressed as you but it won't happen again."

You nod again.

"And it was pre-planned anyway, but this weekend is one of the last you'll have before you really get busy. I can take you and the girls out to the bowling alley arcade or arrange for you to go with supervision-- either way you'll get the chance to enjoy yourselves for a bit before things get more intense." He finishes with an attentive look, watching for some sign of your approval.

Standing up and collecting yourself with one last wipe of your eyes a small laugh escapes from your upturned lips as you look up at him which he tries to naturally return.

"Thank you, Shiu. Thank you so much. Really."

"Don't worry about it. Just spend the rest of the day preparing for tomorrow. We've got a meeting to confirm progress with the big boss."

"Right." Watching as he walks back around to lay in the chair. You take this as a sign to thank him again and make your exit, stopping with your hand on the handle at the sound of his voice.

"(y/n)."

"Yes?"

"Please come to me with any worries in the future."

...

"Yes, of course"

And after that things really did seem to get better. Well, certainly not easier, but definitely bearable. It turned out the man who you thought was your biggest critic is truly only there for your wellbeing...amongst other technical things. Over the following two years the groups relationship with your manager became stronger, learning to work and compromise with each other only brought you closer and you each were able to make your own personal friendships with the man who still at times seemed incredibly reserved.

You made a particular effort to get to know Shiu. At first it was some kind of way to pay back his thoughtfulness in your time of need but after a while you became drawn to him and his stoic persona. Inviting him to join you for lunch became expected daily meetings held without prior communication and there you found the time to indulge in each other, forming a connection a little too deep for anyone to call professional. You figured he didn't mind though, not when you found a small polaroid of you too laying hidden in one of his draws.

Your fans seemed to notice your unexpected friendship with him too, making compilations of all the times he appeared completed done with the groups antics or the rare times he smiled. He ended up having a little fan base of his own, something he only acknowledged once by saying, "I guess it's only natural."

In all that, there was still some negativity. People believing there was favoritism within the group, over-analyzing interactions and counting assigned song lyrics. You seemed to be a main target of this and you couldn't help but laugh. They couldn't see all the times Shiu sneaked your favourite sweets despite your diet or the times he'd wordlessly give you a stiff hug after sensing your low mood. They didn't see the banners and balloons he secretly strung the night of your birthday for you to wake up to or know your staple bracelet they loved oh-so-much was a gift from your 'neglectful' manager. Oh! And they certainly wouldn't believe that the first time you found out about rumours of a dating scandal with a male friend from another group, you were huddled up in Shiu's bed. But you guess you could play the victim a little while longer, if it meant they wouldn't question your sly touches too much.

There definitely was favoritism within the group. But you weren't complaining one bit.

This was actually so fun, I LOOVVEE your ideas!!! Was tempted to make this a 'Back Street Girls: Gokudols' feature (heavily rec if you haven't watched, it has the same random slice of life vibes as Saiki K)

[hey-itsdollie]

Hello! I've seen some of your writings before, so I figured I'd take a chance and give you a request of mine if it's fine!

Recently, I turned 19! Yippee! However, I had a pretty bad birthday and so I'm going to have a makeup for it soon. One thing I wanted to have was a fic to read on it, so I hope you'll consider me! If not thats totally okay too :3

For my request: Can I please request Sae, Ness, and Kaiser (separately) x a reader who's doing a makeup birthday or something? Her family hadn't really celebrated her birthday with her and she was feeling down, so she decided to just bake herself a cake, get herself a gift for herself, and watch some anime to celebrate herself. She invited the boys to celebrate with her because maybe they were out for a match when her birthday happened, so she didn't blame them for her bad birthday?

Just some wholesome hurt/comfort with my fav boys 🫶

If this is too much or anything, please feel free to turn it down! I hope you have a good day and your writing is truly amazing! 💕

Happy Birthday<3

First off HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!!! Second off I'm sorry to hear it didn't go as well as it could've :( I hope this comes out to your liking!

‧₊˚ ┊ Celebrating your birthday with the Blue Lock boys<3

୭˚. ᵎᵎ featuring » sae. ness. kaiser.

⋮ ⌗ ┆cw ⪼ fluff/angst, female reader, pet names, might be ooc (sorry!)

── .✦ Sae Itoshi

You didn't have that good of a birthday. It seemed to float over everyone's mind, your parents worked later that day not even bothering to take off or shoot you a text.

Your boyfriend was at press conferences scheduled by his manager that he couldn't get out of. All you did was receive a text from him saying "Sorry, we'll celebrate at a later date."

Not even a happy birthday was followed by the seemingly no-tone message.

Deciding to not let your bad day ruin your mood completely, you planned a makeup party. In reality it was just going to be yourself plus your boyfriend if he could come. If he couldn't you weren't going to hold it against him.

In the midst of baking your cake you heard a knock at your door. Walking over and opening it to see Sae holding around four to five gift bags all ranging in size. "Hey Blossom, happy late birthday."

Sae leaned towards you and placed a kiss to your lips before you stepped aside and let him in.

"Uh, you can place the gifts over on the table..." You muttered still surprised to see that Sae could get time off not to skip over the gifts that he bought.

"Sae, you didn't have to buy so much."

Your boyfriend stayed quiet not wanting to voice out that he felt bad for not showing up the other day. "Is that cake?" You gasped and went to the kitchen and quickly took the cake out of the oven. Sae followed leaning against the door way.

Setting it aside for it to cool you went to him and draped your arms over his shoulders hugging him loosely. "Thank you for coming..." You murmured against his collarbone.

"I'm sorry for the other day..." Sae said softly placing his hands on your hips, his thumbs gently rubbing in circles.

Sae was a man of few words; at times he seemed stoic. But it just meant that whatever he chose to say was always thought out and he truly meant each word.

"You ready to decorate a cake?" You questioned pulling back to look into his eyes. His brows furrowed before he nodded subtly, "Yeah."

You weren't sure if you regretted that decision to have him help, why? Oh well because now you both have frosting on your faces. The frosted cake long forgotten as you stood on the other side of the table in a stance ready to run away but attack your boyfriend with a bag of frosting.

Sae just stood calmly, frosting covering parts of his face holding a bag of frosting as well. It was comical.

"Let's go get washed up, truce?" He sighed setting the bag on the table away from him. Watching him skeptically you nodded placing your own bag down before heading to the bathroom.

Sae sat next to you on the couch as he handed you your first gift. You grabbed the bag humming a soft "Thank you" before grabbing a black velvet box from the bag.

You gasped already knowing he bought something stupidly expensive, "Sae-" "Just open it."

At his sighed command you open the box your eyes widening at the necklace you had been eyeing at the jewerly store lately. It was dainty but to you it was beautiful.

You leaned over hugging him and kissing around his face. "Thank you Sae can you help me put it on?" You ask excitedly.

His lips curved up as you turned your back to him letting him clip the necklace around your neck. You tuned back to him with bright eyes; hand gently placed on the necklace.

"Okay next."

The next bag he handed you was a smaller one, it fit in the palm of your hand as you reached in and grabbed out another velvet box. You looked up at him confused.

"You aren't proposing right?"

"No! Well not yet..." He huffed glancing away with reddening cheeks.

You opened the box and found a promise ring; you never thought Sae would be the type to get a promise ring but you weren't complaining. "Thank you Sae, I love it."

After opening the rest of the presents most of them being of plushies or clothing items you had been wanting, the two of you cut the cake and had some dinner. He ordered expensive take out, something that brought memories from your first date.

"Thank you for today, Sae." You whispered hugging him tightly. "Anytime Blossom, happy birthday."

── .✦ Michael Kaiser

Kaiser had his fair share of bad birthdays. Something he'd never wish upon his lover. So not only missing out on your birthday but also learning it was quite a bad one. It made him overly pissed.

Throughout the week following your birthday you kept reassuring him that you weren't mad at him. Yes you were upset but it wasn't his fault he couldn't get out of practice.

So when he swore that he'd be at your makeup celebration, he meant it.

Just after you finished decorating your small cake, the doorbell rang. You got up to go answer it, opening the door to see your boyfriend. "Hi Micha, thanks for coming!" You smiled hugging him as he grinned and picked you up spinning you around.

"Happy late birthday, Liebling."

Kaiser showing up made your mood raise as he carried you inside. Despite your protests to be put down. The blonde smirked setting you down on the couch and placing his gifts on you.

"What about the cake?" You asked with a frown. "We'll have it once we get back, now just open the gifts." Kaiser scoffed impatiently. You shook your head as you noticed the excitement in his eyes. He always got like this when he bought you something. He hated recieving gifts but he loved buying gifts for you.

"When we get back? Where are we going?" You question curiously. "Open the gifts Liebling." Kaiser laughing sitting beside you.

You opened the first gift and gasped, it was an elegant dress. The material was soft and definitley the style you preferred; it also looked incredibly expensive.

"I had it flown in from germany, do you like it?"

You looked up at your boyfriend quickly, "Really Michael?"

"Only the best for you, now continue."

The next gift had hells which matched perfectly with the dress you just previously opened. The following gifts being jewerly ranging from earrings to bracletes to rings.

"Micha, what are you planning? This must have cost a fortune!"

"No need to worry about the cost, Liebling. Go put it all on, I have a reservation at that restaurant down town."

Without anymore questioning you got up to go get dressed. Shortly coming back to see Kaiser now in a tux. His tie matching the color of your dress. The male came up his hands hugging your curves as he pulled you closer.

"You look absolutely breath taking."

"And you look extremely handsome, Michael."

Kaiser took you to a restaurant that was at the top floor of a building. You had a perfect view of the city as you two ate. "I do hope this makes up for my absence the other night, my love."

You smiled up at him seeing the sincerity in his expression.

"You had nothing to makeup for Micha, I didn't blame you for not coming." You answered softly but the male shook his head his blonde hair swaying slightly. "Nonsense, there was no excuse for me to not show up. That will never happen again."

Dinner went by seemingly quickly, the two of you laughing and sharing stories with each other. Before long Kaiser was driving you somewhere, not letting you know the destination until he was already parking.

"Micha what are we doing?" You looked over at him as he gazed at you with a grin. "Thought you'd like to go around pick some things out. Anything you want I'll buy."

"No way, you've already done so much." You quickly rejected the plan shaking your head.

"Liebling... You don't have a say." He whispered placing his ringed hand on your thigh and giving it a slight squeeze. He leaned over his lips close to your ear as he whispers, "Nothing is too much when it comes to you... okay?"

With a flushed expression you nodded, "Okay... Thank you."

That night Kaiser drove you home, over thirty bags of recently bought items sitting in the back seat and trunk of his car, a permanent smirk on his face.

── .✦ Alexis Ness

Your birthday was a bust, your family was busy and your boyfriend's team mate wouldn't let him skip practice. Leaving you to not even be in the mood to celebrate.

So after many calls with Ness, he got you to agree to having a makeup birthday. Swearing that he would show up and that you two would do anything you wanted.

You set up dinner and was busy decorating the cake when Ness walked through the threshold of the kitchen. "Hey sweetness." He greeted looping his arms around your waist. "Dinner smells great." He murmured close to your ear before placing a kiss to your temple.

Ness had a spare key to your home so you didn't question how he got inside. You smiled happy he came; you turned your head and kissed his lips.

"You came."

"Of course I did, I feel terrible for the other day." Ness frowned pulling you closer to him. "You'll forgive me, right?" You nodded reaching up and placing your hand on his cheek, feeling him lean into your palm.

"So, what's tonight's plan?" He questioned pulling away and leaning against the counter. "Well, I was thinking we could eat dinner and have some cake... oh! and there is this anime I've been wanting to start."

Ness mentally noted down everything you wanted to do. "Sounds good, what did ya make?" You two walked to the table taking a seat as you named each dish you made. The food being a mix of your favorites and his favorites.

"It looks delicious, let's dig in."

Dinner was filled with giggles and laughs. You expressed how you felt on your birthday, getting everything off your chest as Ness listened openly.

"How about we do gifts?" You looked up at him as he wiped his mouth with a napkin. Did he see the gift you wrapped for yourself? You thought it was still in your room...

Knowing your confused stare Ness smiled and grabbed your hand pulling you into your living room. "Come on sweetness."

Your eyes widened as you noticed the gifts on the coffee table. "Alexis, this is too much." You quickly looked up at Ness, a smirk permanently stuck on his face.

"Oh, come on, you know it's never enough." Ness directed you to sit down. He began to hand you one gift at a time. Sitting next to you as he turned an anime on to have in the background. You opened the gift box, eyes widening at the expensive jewelry he had bought.

"Alexis-"

"Do you like it?" he questioned placing his hand on your thigh. With a nod and a soft smile, you took the jewelry out of the case. "Can you?" Ness quickly nodded already taking the accessory out of your hands and placed it around your neck.

"How does it look?"

"Beautiful, is it comfortable?" Ness asked wanting to make sure everything was to your liking and comfort. If something wasn't or if it didn't make you smile or have your eyes brightening.

He'd immediately return them, getting you something ten times better.

"Yes, thank you Alexis." You smiled leaning over and kissing his lips. "You've made today so much better, you have no idea."

Ness smiled and pulled you into his arms. "I'm glad, I might need to have a talk with your parents hm?"

"No, no. You do not need to have a talk with them." You laugh pulling away from the hug.

"We'll see about that."

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