#grimmjow x rukia

[grimmruki]

GrimmRuki with the matching colors for new pop up shop illustrations 👘

#grimmjow #rukia #grimmruki #grimmjow x rukia

[timetravellingshinigami]

My fave "there's no heterosexual explanation for this"

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[muzansfangs]

Bloodstain.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; mention to past Shuhei Hisagi x f!reader; Rukia, Ichigo and Renji;

Format: multi-chapers story;

General warnings for the following chapters: nsfw, age gap between Sosuke and the reader (who is twenty-three years old), post TYBW events, solitude, touch-starved Aizen, possible spoilers, mention to hook-ups, vaginal sex, use of alcohol, drunk sex, unprotected sex, marking the partner, breeding kink, rough sex, dom!Aizen, sub!reader, accidental pregnancy, protective Aizen, struggling with emotions, mutual pining, self-doubting, domestic fluff, conflict with the Central 46, mention to violence and gore;

Warnings for this chapter: mention to war, casual hook-up between Shuhei and the reader, use of alcohol, self-deprecating behavior, fainting, mention to pregnancy;

Plot: With Yhwach’s defeat, you can finally go back to your ordinary life in the World of the livings, or so you thought. Staying in the Soul Society for another day to attend the celebration of the glorious victory over the Sternritters did not sound that bad, until you crossed paths with your recent fling. Drinking too much to forget about it, you end up falling at the feet of your greatest source of distress: Aizen Sosuke.

MASTERLIST | PROLOGUE | TO THE NEXT CHAPTER

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𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟’𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐧.

People chattering about unimportant matters, taking swigs of saké, finally enjoying the gentle breeze of a summer night without drawing their blades to defend their lives were delightfully comforting. The Seireitei was gradually going back to restore its former beauty. Some buildings were still undergoing renovations, the injured soldiers and Captains were still recovering from the fierce battles they had fought, but that night people were, at least, leaving their barracks and homes to enjoy the jollifications of Yhwach's downfall.

No more battlecries and bloodcurdling screams of agony echoed through the streets, replaced by the unmistakable glee of a crowd of people who had survived the brutality of a war no one was prepared for. There was hope twinkling in the eyes of the kids playing around the Soul Society, looking for the officers who had saved their lives to thank them and proudly announcing they were soon going to enroll at the Academy. Their parents, injured and tired, watched them from afar, not frightened anymore by the idea of a Sternritter slicing their heads off of their shoulders.

You faintly smiled, your eyes searching for your friends to join them. You were pretty sure you had caught a glimpse of Renji's crimson hair in your peripheral, but you had been dragged in the opposite direction by the human tide marching towards the drinking stalls.

Perhaps, you should have accepted Rukia's suggestion to spend the day at the Kuchiki Estate and attending the festival together. Yet, the idea of bumping into her stolid, grumpy brother, who tended to pop out of no where and make you regret stepping into his manor every single time you wandered through the intricate corridors of his mazy house, sounded unappealing back then.

Still, the perspective of being humiliated by Byakuya's paternalistic way of chiding you did not seem that awful now that you were literally adrift and in need of assistance to find your way out of the flood of drunk and dancing people surrounding you.

You were genuinely frustrated, head whipping around erratically, yearning to spot a familiar face. Apparently, you were destined to spend the night alone. Or so you thought.

Hands sliding down your hips and dragging you out of the crowd made you both let out a pathetic screech and almost draw your blade. The risk of accidentally slashing someone, though, worked as a deterrent to unsheathe your zanpakuto and therefore you resolved on the self-defence lessons you had received from Urahara. Swinging your right arm on your right, you tried to backhand your kidnapper across the jaw. Missing your target, you scoffed and, when your feet touched the ground again, you were determined to knock your aggressor down.

His hand promptly wrapping around your ankle the moment your foot tried to hit his side, prevented you two from spending a most likely awkward night in the Fourth Division's hospital wing. Now, face to face with the stranger, your jaw went slack and you were glad he decided to break the ice first. Out of everyone you could run into, of course you had to meet your most recent fling.

"We need to stop meeting like that" Shuhei jested, cocking his head to the side upon letting go of your ankle and granting you the chance to lower your leg.

Your parted lips closed, hands tugging the hem of your skirt down, whilst the angles of your lips lifted in a soft smile "Definitely" you agreed, nodding your head and raising your hands apologetically.

"I think you owe me a 'thank you, Lieutenant Hisagi'. Maybe also a kiss, or two to idolatrize me like I deserve, you know?" he bantered, folding his arms against his chest, his dark grey eyes vainly attempting to fathom the layers of your mind .

But you both knew there was only one person around who could do that and, surely, it was not Shuhei Hisagi.

You scrunched up your nose and waved your hand at him dismissively, mentally cursing yourself for not having cleared things out between you two before the commotion caused by the war. How could you, though? With you living in the World of the livings and being a university student with a part-time job at Urahara's shop, you did not have much time left to visit the Soul Society.

On the other hand, Shuhei was always swamped with work and dealing with his new Captain was decidedly a challenge. After that one-night stand you had a couple of months ago, when you offered him a place to stay to spend the night after a mission in Karakura, you had not talked about your relationship anymore. What were you two? Allies and friends aside, obviously.

"There's no need to gloat. I'm not a damsel in distress. I would have found my way out of there anyway. — you replied, a tinge of feigned annoyance in your voice as you shot an arrogant look at him — Sorry about it, but no kisses tonight" you added, right before you heard someone calling out your name at your back.

You glanced above your shoulder quickly, eyes landing on Rukia and your younger step-brother, Ichigo, waving at you enthusiastically. It was refreshing seeing them smile again after everything you all had been through. It still felt surreal.

Shuhei followed your gaze, quirking a dark eyebrow up resignedly. Another day wasted in trying to figure you out, another chance to confess his feelings evaporating before his eyes.

"Just tonight? What about tomorrow?" he asked you, a small grin crossing his lips as you felt cold sweat collect on the back of your neck. He was undoubtedly giving it his best shot.

"You are persistent. The war changed you, I see" you commented, avoiding his question as you always did.

"I know what I want now. Or better, who I want".

His words caused you to falter, lips parting as you let the implications of his assertion sink in. He wanted you, he had really just thrown his intentions at your face and left you with the burden of making such a decision over a night, letting it weigh on your shoulders at the worst moment possible. Maybe you deserved it: striving and ripping your heart out of your chest, while everyone else cheered and celebrated the incoming years of peace and stability, was nothing but the law of retaliation you had ended up subjecting yourself to with your evasive way of handling love-issues.

You swallowed forcefully, but before you could even pronounce his name again, Ichigo's voice pierced your ears again and you shrugged in defeat, taking some lumpish steps back to join your crew.

"I really should go. See you tomorrow, okay?" you stated way too quickly for your own likings, hoping he would drop the topic for the time being.

Shuhei nodded his head at you, hands raising to give you the thumbs-up "No problem" he reassured you, but you could tell he yearned to spend more time talking with you. His gaze was longing for more than a frivolous chit-chat, just like it did that infamous night spent in talking on the small balcony of your flat, among the bittersweet scent of peonies.

You two had an undeniable connection. But it was not enough for you. It would have never been enough, because you had, much to your dismay, molded your standards over the worst person ever. You refused to even say his name, to add another problem to deal with to your already plagued mind, even if you had to admit you had not been able to get him out of your head since you crossed paths again on the battlefield a few days ago.

That man, your nemesis, the achetype of everything you should have viscerally hated, was undeniably the only one who knew what secrets your eyes harboured. Your relationship with him was far from being healthy.

It was the antonym of healthy, actually.

A public enemy, an emotionally unavaiable man with a pretty evident god complex could never be able to show empathy to anyone, not even to himself. Surprisingly, though, your interactions had always been quite inspiring. Who was this man? A brilliant genius gone bad, alone, utterly alone. It was infuriating how he could read your mind the same way he read your body language during a fight. Drawn to him, you wondered why you had always had such a low sense of self-preservation and found yourself enticed by unreliable men with a debatable scheme of things.

"Gosh, what did Shuhei tell you? You look distraught" Rukia noted, furrowing her brows.

"Distraught? You've been way too kind. She looks more like a cantankerous granny who got rolled over by a car" Ichigo interjected, earning a kick in the shins by the short shinigami.

Or, as you loved to call her, his biggest 'what if'.

Fixing your attitude, you forcefully smiled, shrugging it off with a nod "Oh, it's nothing! I haven't slept well in that Inn. — you partially lied, albeit your back agreed with your complaint — It's more like I'm not used to sleep on the floor" you added, as the three of you took what you assumed was a short-cut to the village square.

"I will pretend to buy your words. Frankly, just because I heard there's a stall selling plushies of Chappy and I intend to purchase the limited edition one" Rukia saved you, tugging at the hem of Ichigo's sleeve to drag him along and leave you some space to clear out your mind.

You were glad Rukia had seen it in your eyes. You would have caught up with them later on. For the time being, all you needed was a distraction. A distraction in the form of saké and candy floss, to be precise. A weird mix, way too sugary and disgusting, but with your head in the clouds and your heart sinking into a sea of sorrow you did not feel like self-deprecating about your eating habits.

Distancing yourself from the jolly atmosphere around you sounded like a good idea and you therefore decided to venture towards the old barracks. You did not pay much attention to where you were going, your feet led you up through a wooden staircase, your hands occupied by your snacks, as you kept on brooding over your shortcomings. On top of that stood your inability of trying to be happy, for once.

"Fuck it all, fuck me and fuck him" you grumbled, gulping down the alcohol in search for a magical solution to your problem.

You were soon spent, the taste of the saké mixed with sugar left such a syrupy taste indulging on your tongue that you almost felt like puking. The Moon was no longer shining up above, ominous and dark clouds gathered on the horizon, ironically matching your mood. Not long after the first thunder rolled out in the distance, a droplet of water splashed onto the tip of your nose and you pouted. Rain. It was raining.

You could not make it back to your room at the Inn to find shelter and you were way too far from your friends's quarters to make it in time before it began to pour. Also, how would you have made it there in the first place, when you kept on stumbling on your feet and your vision was beginning to get blurry?

Cussing under your breath, you glanced at the doors at your right. No officers were there, or at least so you had been told. The idea of getting soaked not to barge in and wait for you to sober up out in the rain did not even crossed your mind for a second. Marching towards one of the doors, you sighed and raised your hand to slide it open. Your grip on the jug, thoug, loosened, your hands trembling all of a sudden making you frown, as the sound of pottery shattering into a million splinters made you flinch. How did it happen? Were you really that far gone?

What you did not expect, though, was for your knees to buckle as the wave of a familiar reiatsu hit you with such a force to make your rotula ungraciously hit the floor. You were drunk, there was no doubt about it, but you were not hallucinating. Your wary eyes flicked up, the sharp jawline of the man you had been cursing for years and longing for blessing your vision like a lucid dream. The eye-patch, the way his lips curled into a cocky grin upon watching you struggle onto the floor, even his posture gave away the fact that it was not a trick your mind was playing on you.

He was there, a palm away from you.

You gawked, the tall man in front of you peering down at you like someone who was inspecting a wounded animal at their doorway with unbridled curiosity. There you were, unable to move a muscle, out of your mind and puzzled by his presence. He was not supposed to be there.

"Fancy meeting you here" he chimed, hands behind his back, as he leaned forward just enough to make sure your eyes were staring deeply into his shimmering caramel one.

Your mouth had gone dry, it felt like chalk, a million of questions popping into your mind one after the other made your head spin. You were supposed to talk, to say something, to stand up and leave but all you did was whispering a name, his name.

"Sosuke" your vision darkening, as you eventually slumped down at his feet with a thud, unable to withstand the stress and his reiatsu in the poor state you were in.

How he had missed the way you, only you out of everyone, called him by his first name, even if he had almost killed your step-brother and your beloved father. There was no way he was going to leave you, the potential form of entertainment at hand, stay out there alone, unconscious, and miss his opportunity to get under your skin as he always had done.

“Pitiful” he uttered, rolling you over your back with his foot and bending down to hook his hands underneath your armpits to drag you inside the warm room.

You two could not know it back then, but this was the first link in a chain leading to a series of unfortunate events that were going to inevitably end in only one way. The day you were going to hold a pregnancy test in your hand, standing on the threshold of Kisuke’s shop, staring at him with a dumbfounded expression on your face, was not that far.

AUTHOR NOTE.

My dear readers, I am honored to finally introduce you to my Aizen Sosuke fan fiction. I had been thinking about this for months. I still have no idea of how many chapters long it will be. Stick around and find out yourselves. All I know is that the next chapter is going to be shameless filth. The same story will be uploaded on my Wattpad profile under the username of @/muzansfangs. As per usual, likes, comments and, mostly, re-posts are greatly appreciated.

Love, Luce ✨

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[bleachification]

a platonic paradox

pairing: grimmjow x reader

warnings: swearing lol thats it

summary: He loves me... he loves me not… he loves me... he... is an emotionally constipated Arrancar with less than desirable social skills and a pension for jealousy. What could possibly go wrong?

One… two… three… four… five shots later, and reality finally starts to blur at the edges. Fuzzier and fuzzier, the strobe lights turn as they cut across blackened space, glowing in feverish haste. 

Maybe drinking on an empty stomach isn’t the greatest of your ideas, but no one’s coined you as a genius thus far, and you certainly never claimed to be one. Plus, you have a valid reason for knocking back a row of tequila: men. Or, more specifically, one man who goes by the name Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez—the bane of your existence and one of your closest friends. However, friend is a term you use very loosely after the earlier fight.

The mere thought of him incites another scowl from you… and a sixth shot that slides down your throat like oil in a car—smooth and familiar. 

You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to face the person on your left—a head of ginger pops into view, only to be pushed aside by a tiny girl with an irritated yet concerned expression pasted onto her delicate features. Inoue only smiles as Rukia takes her spot next to you and inspects the row of shot glasses on the booth table in front of you. 

“You need to stop,” Rukia demands. 

You barely register her words over the thumping bass of the speakers. The club is a swarm of warm bodies, alcohol, pulsing lights, and wall-shaking music. Through the haze and humidity, you make out the DJ standing at the south end of the venue, directly opposite your booth. 

“You worry too much.” You wave your hand, dismissing Rukia. 

She tries prying the drink you just ordered from your hands but fails miserably.

“For good reason! We’re going to have to carry you home at this rate.” 

Orihime pats Rukia on the shoulder in a calming manner. It doesn’t quite work, but she tries anyway. Ever the pacifist. 

“I think Rukia’s trying to say that we’re worried about you. What exactly happened?” 

Ichigo appears from the crowd and slides in next to his fiancé, beer in hand. “Yeah, what’s going on? You called us out without explanation and started drinking like you were on a personal mission to destroy your liver.”

“I can handle my liquor.” You roll your eyes at your friends’ questioning looks. 

“Y/N,” Orihime presses. 

You groan. “Fine! Fine.”

They all wait expectantly as you down another drink. Every shot turns the world one degree mistier. 

“Grimmjow and I got into a fight,” you grit out. The words taste like gravel on your tongue. 

The three of them exchange a look. 

You frown. “What?”

“It’s just… isn’t that pretty common?” Ichigo asks. 

“No. We argue, sure, but today he… went too far. He was being an asshole—more so than usual. You’d think he’d be nicer to the person who acclimated him to human society. Stupid overgrown cat,” you huff. 

“What did he say?” Ichigo takes a swig of his beer. 

You pause. The whole argument that led to this moment was dumb. So dumb that you can’t even remember what instigated it. All you recall is the hurt washing over you at the end—a vile, sickening sensation that festered like rot in your chest because of the words Grimmjow bit out right before you walked out the door: You’re nothing special. 

In hindsight, what he said wasn’t even that awful. Yet it shredded you the moment it left his lips. Perhaps you took it so hard because you thought you were special to him—in the same way he is to you. The irritating reality is Grimmjow has grown to become one of your closest confidantes. Your best friend. To be cast aside like that… to mean nothing of importance to him… is a harsh and gutting revelation—one that sets fire to your throat and incinerates whatever affection you had left for him to absolute ash. 

“Nothing of importance,” you mutter. 

The others don’t pry any further, sensing you no longer want to talk about it. They’d be right; you don’t want to talk about it… you don’t even want to think about it, especially since the earlier alcohol-induced buzz has now morphed into full-on drunk goggles. 

“I’m gonna go dance.” You’re already halfway across the dance floor before Rukia scrambles to catch up with you. 

Orihime slides her attention over to her fiancé. “Uh. Kurosaki?”

Ichigo dials a number into his phone and brings it to his ear. “Already on it.”

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It is 1:58 am, and Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez has never been more miserable in his entire life. Not when he was a mindless hollow, not even when he lost to Ichigo—that orange-haired freak of nature. 

No. The almighty former Espada has been reduced to a mopey mess by a mere human. And an annoying one at that. 

It’s been almost five hours since Grimmjow last heard from you. Four of them he’s spent trying to convince himself you’d come back soon like you always do—with that gentle smile on your face that he’s grown disgustingly accustomed to. 

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. 

Grimmjow clenches the phone in his hand and his arm jerks—almost chucking the device at the insufferable clock ticking in the corner. It is a constant reminder that you haven’t returned to him. He only stops himself from throwing the phone once he remembers how much the hunk of metal had cost him. 

Stupid human inventions. 

If it weren’t for the need to constantly message and call you about, well… anything really, Grimmjow would never have spent a cent on the damned thing. 

The phone clatters onto the coffee table as Grimmjow resumes his prior (pitiful) position on the couch: flat on his stomach, face down, and legs draped over the edge. 

Grimmjow frowns—pouts—into the cushions. Twenty minutes pass. Then thirty. Finally, a vibration cuts through the air. 

Someone’s calling him. 

Grimmjow jerks up and unceremoniously falls off the couch in haste to check the notification. His high hopes are immediately dashed when a familiar contact name comes into view: Prick. His shoulders slump, and he lets it ring a couple of times before lazily thumbing the screen to answer the call. 

“The hell do you want?”

“Are you busy?” Ichigo’s voice is barely perceptible amidst the deafening music blaring through the phone’s speakers. 

Grimmjow grimaces, pulling his ear away from the phone, then glances at the coffee table in front of him. A half-melted tub of chocolate ice cream stares back, a mocking reminder of his dramatics grief. Just above the sugary mess sits a large-screen TV—one currently playing a series of films that fit perfectly under the “romantic comedy” genre. 

Grimmjow turns around and faces away from the scene. Out of sight, out of mind. 

“Who do you think I am? Of course, I’m fucking busy.”

“Right… guess I’ll get Y/N home by mys—“

With keys in hand, Grimmjow is already headed out the door when he gruffly cuts Ichigo off. “Address. Now.”

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

Tall, dark, and handsome wraps an arm around your waist as you sway to the suggestive beat. 

Rukia’s long gone. You lost sight of her when the crowd drew you further into the dance floor. You don’t particularly care where the shinigami went—probably back to the booth—as the alcoholic haze clouding your mind bars you from focusing on anything but the gorgeous man next to you. He leans in, clearly interested in something other than dancing, but still asks: “Would you like to dance?”

You study his features. Short black hair sweeps over honey-brown eyes that are shadowed by long lashes. He smirks, showing off a dimple on his left cheek. He’s a looker, for sure. 

Not bad at all, but nowhere near Grimmjow. 

The thought jolts you. Grimmjow has nothing to do with the person beside you. So why is it that every passing second serves as a reminder of him?

You shake those useless thoughts away and plaster a lazy smile on your face. You pull the stranger towards you and wrap your arms around his neck as you move to the beat. He presses up against you, forehead on yours. His lips are millimetres from yours, and his lidded gaze glitters with desire. You welcome it. 

For once, you’re lost to the dizzying heat and drunken thrills of the night, and you’re ready to get lost in the arms of a stranger—someone who, hopefully, will distract you from the man plaguing every dark corner of your mind. 

A tilt of the chin brings you closer to him. He leans in, and you close your eyes, ready for a welcome distraction. But before your lips can meet, the man across from you is harshly yanked back, and a flurry of familiar voices bombards you from all directions. 

You blink twice, trying to take in the scene before you. 

Firstly, Grimmjow is here. He’s clutching so tightly onto your poor dance partner’s shoulder that it’s a miracle his collarbone hasn’t shattered. The guy looks terrified… and for a good reason. Grimmjow is pissed. Hell, even that would be an understatement. An air of rage so heavy you almost mistake it for spiritual pressure ripples off him in waves. His normally cavalier expression is distorted. Gone are his usual smirks or annoyed scowls. In their place sits a mask of absolute crazed, seething fury. If looks could kill, this whole club would be home to a mountain of corpses by now. 

Secondly, the shouts you hear originate from Ichigo and the two girls; all three are trying to push through the crowd to make it to you and the blue-haired psychopath before you. Thanks to the dark atmosphere, overbearing music, and the fact you’re all in an isolated corner of the club, no one else seems to notice the complete disaster unfolding before your eyes. 

Ichigo breaks through the sea of people and immediately hooks his arms under Grimmjow’s. It takes almost all his strength to drag the Arrancar back a metre or two. 

Ichigo struggles to keep Grimmjow at bay. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I’ll kill you after I get my hands on him. Fucking let go!” Grimmjow pulls free from Ichigo’s grasp and steps toward the other man. 

That split second snaps you to attention, and you run to block him. In less than a second, you’re in front of the other guy and facing a murderous Grimmjow; arms spread out in a protective stance. You wobble a bit and curse yourself for getting this inebriated. 

Grimmjow freezes. The look in his eyes—a strange mixture of annoyance, hurt, and unfathomable anger—makes you uneasy. 

“What, pray tell, are you doing?” You mentally high-five yourself for not slurring your words. It isn’t easy in your current state. 

Grimmjow scoffs. “You’re actually protecting this guy?”

Said guy peeps up with: “Look, I’m sorry. Didn’t realize you had a partner.”

You turn to him and scrunch your nose. “I am not his partner.”

Grimmjow makes a snarling sound behind you. 

You whip back towards him. “And you. Are you insane?! Why the hell would you do that?”

Grimmjow shifts closer. You have to tilt your head up to glare at him. His breath fans your face as he answers. 

“He put his hands on you. You think I’m just gonna let that shit slide?” He’s speaking low. Rough. Dangerous. 

You open your mouth to retort, only to find yourself dangling upside down from Grimmjow’s shoulder. He just hauled you up like a sack of flour. 

This bastard. 

As if on instinct, you immediately start wiggling in his grasp and thumping on his back, yelling at him to put you down. The struggling only drives him to tighten his hold on you as he marches the two of you out the club doors. 

“Keep doing that, and I’ll drop you.”

Bastard move. 

“Put me down!” You let out a yell in irritation. Grimmjow pretends not to hear you. 

From your peripheral vision, you catch sight of Rukia, followed by the other two, scrambling to catch up. Orihime apologizes profusely to the bouncer at the door for the commotion caused by the man carrying you. 

“Ichigo, help!” 

Ichigo only shakes his head in disappointment as Grimmjow increases his pace. 

Traitor. 

Maybe it’s the liquid courage. Or perhaps it’s because you’ve finally lost it, but you raise a hand and land a hard smack on Grimmjow’s ass. 

He stiffens. “What the f-“

“I’ll do it again if you don’t put me down this instant, you goddamn psychopath,” you warn. 

Instead of complying, he shifts you until you’re being carried in his arms bridal-style. He just cut off your accessibility to his ass. Although you can’t ponder that disappointment for too long, the realization of what he’s about to do dawns on you when he takes a slow step backward. 

“Grimmjow, don’t you dare-“Your own shriek cuts you off as he rips through the air and propels you toward the sky. You can only tighten your hold on his neck and bury your face in his shoulder as biting winds whip around you at the speed of light. Despite the cool night air, Grimmjow is warm to the touch. In less than five seconds, you’re staring at the front door of his apartment. 

The son of a bitch just sonido-ed you across the city. 

Grimmjow finally puts you down as he fishes the keys from his pocket. The whole time he hasn’t said a single word to you. 

“Why are we here?” You reluctantly follow him into the familiar unit. 

He has his back turned to you. Broad shoulders hunch over as he removes his shoes. Three seconds later, he flops onto the couch while running a hand down his face, quietly letting out a sigh of exhaustion and a hint of something else. 

You sit in the spot next to him and pull your legs up. You shift until you’re facing him and only inches away. 

You poke him in the stomach. It’s a habit you have that Grimmjow complains about constantly, but he never actually takes any action to stop it. 

“Hey. Answers. Now,” you interrogate. 

He lazily peeks at you; head still lolled back on the back of the couch. Grimmjow moves and his shifting weight causes you to dip forward. Typically, you’d be able to straighten yourself up. However, drunk you has precisely zero sense of balance, so you topple right into Grimmjow’s lap. 

Grimmjow almost jumps out of his skin at the unexpected contact. You feel your cheeks flame up in embarrassment as you try to push yourself back up, only to lose your balance again and fall back against him. Your face presses up against his stomach, and the heat clouds all your senses. You feel even drunker than before. 

“For fucks sake.” Tired of your struggling, Grimmjow pulls you up until you’re sat in his lap and face-to-face with him. You try to ignore the fact that you’re basically straddling him. You really try to ignore his hands resting on the side of your thighs. The contact causes something within you to flare up—an unsettling feeling you push away to the furthest corner of your mind. 

“Well, this is nice. We’ve reached a new level of friendship now,” you snort. Thankfully, your stable tone doesn’t betray your wavering nerves. 

Grimmjow’s jaw tenses. “Right. Friendship.” 

You almost reel back. He spits that last part out like it is laced with poison. A sting of disappointment shoots through you, and you move to get off him. Right now, you want to be as far away from him as possible in fear of Grimmjow seeing the tears that have begun to prick the back of your eyes. 

If he hates being your friend that badly, then there’s no way he’d ever reciprocate… 

“Hey. You crying?”

To your surprise, Grimmjow grabs you by the hips and pulls you back, caging his huge arms around you to prevent you from escaping. His eyebrows furrow as he leans in to examine your face. You muster up every ounce of willpower to suck the tears back into the confines of your eyelids. 

“You look like a bug,” Grimmjow murmurs. 

You pinch his cheek with a scowl, mind briefly wiped of your previous grievances. 

“Bastard.”

He doesn’t even flinch. “You stopped crying.”

“I never started,” you retort. 

He makes a noncommittal noise. 

“What?”

He grunts, eyes still fixated on your own. “Trying to figure out why you ran away.”

You gape at him. He has to be kidding. Right?

“Okay, first of all, I did not run away; I left because you pissed me off. Second of all, are you serious? 

Your exasperation only fuels his confusion. Grimmjow’s face scrunches, and he tilts his head only slightly, but enough to emphasize how baffled he is by this whole situation. 

You falter. This whole night you have agonized over his words, never once considering that he may not find fault in what he said. Maybe he never intended to hurt you and only meant to state a fact: that you simply don’t mean anything special to him.

Do you occupy such a minuscule part of his heart? Given that he takes up all the space you have to offer in yours, it is an unnecessarily cruel twist of fate.

You steel yourself. Grimmjow is your friend. Nothing less… and certainly nothing more. He has drawn that line very clearly—in bright, irreversible red. 

“Forget it. It’s nothing,” you murmur.

He shoots you a look; he doesn’t believe you. “Oi. Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying,” you insist. 

His eyes narrow, and he slowly drawls your name. Irritation coats the word like honey as he presses you for a different answer. 

With a shake of your head, you cement your refusal to budge. Nothing good could come from that conversation, and you would rather suffer in silence than lose Grimmjow as a friend—which is the only outcome you can fathom. 

“I… it doesn’t matter. Not like you’d care.” The last part is practically inaudible to the human ear. Unfortunately for you, Grimmjow’s senses are anything but human. 

He stiffens, looking like he’d just been slapped hard. “What the fuck are you on about? Who told you that? I’ll kill ‘em.”

“No one told me Grimmjow… no one other than you, at least. It’s obvious you don’t care to be friends anymore,” you scoff and look away, too anxious to meet his eyes. 

Every single muscle of Grimmjow’s goes rigid. You sneak a glance at him and pause at the storm brewing in his gaze. Tides of emotions threaten to overwhelm one another, but at the forefront of the tumultuous battle flashes an intensity you are very familiar with: desperation. 

Grimmjow tips his chin down, lessening the gap between your faces… and lips. What comes out of his mouth next scarcely breaks above a whisper, but the words themselves bear a threatening weight. 

“Obvious to who? Because last time I checked, you’re the only human I ever speak to willingly, the only person whose touch I don’t find repulsive, and the only one who can mouth off to me in my own damn house and not die for it. So tell me, Y/N, who is that obvious to? Because it sure as hell ain’t me,” he snarls. 

You blink. That sobers you up. Any and all words dying in your throat as you take in everything. You only manage to find your voice again after a minute of deliberation. 

“Then why did you say that I wasn’t special? You’re giving me mixed signals here,” you whisper. 

Realization dawns on him like an iron curtain as your response dwindles in the hushed air. He shifts again. This time, switching his grip on your thigh to the curve of your waist. His hands settle firmly, yet gently, on your side, and the warmth resonates through your bloodstream, making it increasingly difficult to focus on the present situation. You try anyway. 

“Is that why you ran away?”

You roll your eyes. “I didn't run.”

He shrugs. “My bad. Is that why you abandoned me?”

For a split second, Grimmjow’s sulking reminds you of a kicked puppy.  A crass, six-foot-one puppy with blue fur and murderous tendencies. Your fingers twitch with an almost overwhelming desire to run them through his hair. You settle for flicking him in the forehead instead. 

“Don’t be so dramatic. You’re acting like I fled the country rather than go to a club ten minutes away.” You absently brush a stray strand of his hair aside, not thinking much of it. Grimmjow, however, sucks in a sharp breath and you pause as a glint of something flits across his gaze… something intimate. 

A trick of the light, surely. 

 “You–” Speech morphs to muffled protests as you press a hand to Grimmjow’s mouth, effectively cutting off whatever he was going to say. 

“You still owe me some answers,” you remark.

“Mmm… to what?” He’s getting sleepier; the lull in his voice is a clear indication. Warmth blooms across your skin as Grimmjow droops forward and nestles his head into the crook of your shoulder, leaning into you as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. 

“How about why you ruined my perfectly good night out?” You feel his head turn, breath hot like coals against your neck. A chill shoots down your spine at the slight contact, and you ignore the tingling sensation in your stomach that feels an awful lot like butterflies—millions and millions of them. 

He scowls. “What, you’re that upset over not seeing lover boy again?” His arms tighten around you, “You could’ve had a better night with me. Here. Like this.” 

You draw in a sharp breath as his forehead meets yours. Space is a minuscule concept now as his face hovers mere centimetres from yours. Your mind swims with a torrent of mixed feelings and thoughts. 

“Grimmjow…”

“I’m sorry.”

You blink. “Huh?”

“For what I said. I didn’t mean it—any of it. Swear on my life.” His voice is strained, as if not used to the taste of those words on his tongue. 

You want to believe him, truly. But the emotional, irrational side of you forsakes that possibility. 

You’re nothing special. 

The knife in your heart, previously forgotten, now twists again as you recall his words. For a brief second, you wonder if it would be better to feel nothing at all. To bear an empty chest, much like the hollow hole carved into the Arrancars. Perhaps that’s what you need—to lose your heart and live as they do, void of all sensations that make up human nature. 

“It’s fine, Grimmjow. You don’t… experience things like I do. It’s not your fault I got upset over such a trivial matter,” you sigh. 

He pulls back, something akin to guilt and shock shuttering across his handsome face. “So I did hurt you.”

You swallow, unsure how to face this new vulnerability of his. 

“Tell me how to fix this. How to fix us,” he pleads.

“There is no us,” you say. The distance between you and Grimmjow is practically nonexistent, yet you find yourself unable to face him. 

“Bullshit,” he spits. 

You shake your head, a migraine already forming in its center. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Grimmjow. I can never seem to understand what you want!” Your anger rises with each sentence, but you don’t stop and let the emotion fuel you, “I saw us as friends. Best friends. But then you go and act like I’m nothing to you, only to turn around and get all pissy like a fucking cat marking its territory when I dare spend my night with someone who isn’t you. So for the love of god, what do you want from me?!”

“I want you.”

Your head snaps up. “What?”

“Next to me, in my bed in the morning, in my arms. Wherever I am, whenever it is… I want you with me,” he states plainly. Too casual, acting as if he didn’t just drop the biggest bomb on you, wiping every semblance of your anger away with pure, unbridled shock. 

You ignore your racing pulse and focus on the intensity of his gaze instead. “You don’t believe in romance. You told me that.”

“I didn’t believe in many things before I met you.” He presses a searing kiss to the inside of your palm before leaning into it, your touch a familiar comfort. 

“Like what?”

Heaven. Home. Love, probably.

He grunts. “Secret.”

“That’s not fair,” you tease. The hope rising within you gives way to giddiness and a whole new sensation: relief. 

Grimmjow wants you the same way you want him. Perhaps even more so. 

“What’s not fair is being iced out for a whole day while waiting for you, only to witness that thing wrapped around you like some fucking parasite.”

“He was not a parasite.”

“Looked like one to me. Ugly. Small. Easy to step on.”

“You called me a bug earlier. Doesn’t that mean we’re meant to be?” You’re torturing him at this point. It's incredibly amusing. 

Grimmjow’s eyes darken. Two slits of obsidian that burn with jealousy and something else under the surface. Something even more dangerous. 

“Say that again.”

You only laugh. It is a light sound that eases the tension in both the air and Grimmjow’s shoulders. He’s missed your laugh—craves it more than a drowning man would for air. 

After a few seconds longer, he inevitably feels his lips pull upwards into a crooked smile—a special kind that appears solely in your presence. 

Your giggles falter into a faint smile when you notice Grimmjow smirking at you. He absently draws circles on your hip with his fingers, lazily tracing the curve of your back as you ask: “What exactly are we?”

“Dunno,” he half-mumbles, too preoccupied with snuggling into your neck. 

You let out a soft chuckle as his hair tickles your cheek. “Grimmjow.”

He groans, the sound reverberating against the skin of your collarbone—the place his mouth presses against. ”Does it matter? You’re mine. I’m yours. All I care about.”

“This won’t be easy,” you say. 

“Yeah, well, I signed up for you, which is anything but easy. So don’t worry,” he pulls back slightly so that you’re both face to face. “I know exactly what I’m getting myself into. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You barely register Grimmjow’s words before he leans in and roughly kisses you. 

And it is the best damn kiss of your life. 

#Bleach #bleach fic #bleach x y/n #bleach x reader #x reader #grimmjow x reader #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #bleach grimmjow #bleach rukia #bleach orihime #orihime #rukia #anime x reader #anime and manga #ichigo #kurosaki ichigo #grimmjow fic #angst #fluff #bleach oneshot

[moonprisimbankai111]

GinRan HeadCannons

*These are written in perspective of the soul society but also IRL relationship*

-Gin is always a romantic and a bit of a flirt

-He’s always had the biggest crush on her for as long as he can remember.

-These two at the soul reaper academy could never be separated.

-In fact, the night before important exams were spent sneaking out and spending time together and helping each-other prepare.

-They were each others first kiss. I HeadCannon this happening during a party with classmates. A game of spin the bottle and the whole class knowing these two likes each-other and purposely using kido to rig the game so they can kiss. Much to everyone’s disappointment they don’t. However on the way home Rangiku talks to Gin about the whole thing and with the moonlight hitting just right and a romantic stare… one thing leads to another

-Gin strikes me as someone who can be playful and will sometimes poke fun at Rangiku

-Rangiku has always been fearful of admitting her romantic feelings because she never wanted to jeopardize her friendship.

-I feel Gin is someone who would send anonymous love letters and leave them in her shoe cabinet. Very shōjo romance kinda love.

-while both of them have hid their feelings from each-other deep down they’ve always know romantic feelings were always present.

-Gin is so damn chivalrous. Holds the door open, pulls out her seat before she sits down, will either have roses waiting for her at the dinner table or sent to her constantly, telling her how beautiful she looks, making sure she gets home safe, and, always sends a sweet good morning and night texts

-Hidden underneath her tough exterior, I feel like Rangiku is actually a bit sensitive. It’s a little hard to trust him because she does not want to have her heart broken. However Gin catches onto this and will always remind her that she is is only one.

-The ring she wears, I SWEAR ITS AN ENGAGEMENT RING (not my HC but I believe this so bad)

-Not a night passed in lonely las noches where Gin longed for the day he and her could finally be together.

-The pink scarf she wears I truly feel was a gift Gin made for her out of tattered fabric he was able to steal from a merchant during the colder seasons to keep her warm🥺

-the way gin probably teased her during puberty for her growing ballon’s and I could just imagining her getting so angry about it💀

*these weren’t as much as the others, this pairing is so sad. I wish Gin and Rangiku were given a real chance to mend their broken relationship. I wanted to make these HC’s happier and more lighter*

#bleach anime #anime #rangiku matsumoto #bleach gin #gin x rangiku #ginran #bleach aizen #bleach #bleach meme #ichigo kurosaki #bleach brave souls #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #anime gif #rukia #astrology #orihime bleach #s

[kyokaasuiigetsuu]

. . .𝒌𝒚𝒐𝒌𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒖

welcome to my blog! I LVOE MAKING FRIENDS I LOVE MEETING PEOPLE !!! my name is periwinkle. im a tumblr writer with a bit of experience under my belt. i recently read and watched bleach so here i am. this’ll probably be a multi anime blog :3 MINORS DNI.

🤍 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 & 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄 !!

— no inc3st, no g0re, no watersp0rts, nothing like that. it’s weird. i think this is like a normal fucking thing in every blog LOL.

— no children or childlike characters will be included in NSFW works. for exm: fluff for ichigo yes, smut for 15 yr old ichigo NO.

— requests: OPEN ‧₊˚❀‧₊˚. matchups: OPEN

— don’t be weird and come here to hate on orihime or any other women. every girl in bleach is unique and awesome.

— i am not fully committed to this blog so please don’t be upset if i take long breaks or hiatuses!

— i will mostly write fem! reader. perhaps gn every so often.

🤍 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆 ──★ ˙🍞. !!

⋆˚࿔ 🇲🇽🇺🇸, 19 abt to be 20 in sept :3, bleach | op | jjba | breaking bad (is there a bb fandom¿ | my faves r aizen, orihime, urahara, unohana, and harribel !!

#bleach #aizen x reader #urahara x reader #rukia x reader #byakuya x reader #renji x reader #bleach x reader #bleach x female reader #aizen #orihime inoue #rukia kuchiki #byakuya kuchiki #renji abarai #jugram haschwalth #shunsui x reader #shunsui kyoraku #kisuke urahara #yoruichi shihouin #soi fon #yoruichi x reader #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #ulquiorra cifer #ulquiorra x reader #grimmjow x reader

[goteias]

#bleach #kirosaki ichigo #ichigo kurosaki #ichigo x rukia #hollow mind #anime #byakuya kuchiki #rukia kuchiki #bleach renji #byakuya #tv tokyo #toshiro hitsugaya #bleach toshiro #orihime inoue #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #renji abarai #gin ichimaru #yumichika ayasegawa #ulquiorra bleach

[theshinobioddity]

Grimmjow blocks Ichigo’s sword with his arm,

Ichigo says, “What is this guy?”

#anime #cool #dope #artists on tumblr #bleach anime #bleach #manga and stuff #grimmjow manga #grimmjow x ichigo #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #grimmjow fanart #grimmjow #bleach ichigo #ichigo #rukia #ichigo x rukia #arrancar #captain aizen #aizen #soul society #music #interesting #nice

[trafalgarlogy]

Can i possibly have an au where grimmjow falls for a female college student when he invades karakura town

certainly !

Song suggestion: Me Necesita- PRETTYMUCH, CNCO

Summary: When Ichigo and Grimmjow, meet for the 2nd time, Both of them being so focused on their battle they didn't realize they had destroyed the entrance of the prestigious college of Karakura, the students in the college were terrified as the two continued on to fight, suddenly they felt a huge spiritual pressure coming from the college, it was a spiritual pressure never felt before, as they checked for who it belonged, they saw girl with (h/c) hair approaching them as the other student, tried to stop her from going. She kicked their asses and finally came to them. continue to read below to find out what happened next..

"wooh, having quite the guts I see~" Grimmjow smirked at your face, "you're annoying." you said without any hesitation continuing, to chew on your lollipop, " are you a shinigami (soul reaper)?" Ichigo struggled as he coughed out blood from his mouth, taking out the lollipop you replied, "If you had said it out loud, I would have broken your nose", "and its none of your business for who I am" glaring at the wounded boy. " and its none of your business to interfere in our FIGHT!!" Grimmjow yelled approaching you, you took no second to react back kicking him in the stomach which sent them flying away to the abandoned building that stood in front of the college, seeing this view the entire college gasped.

as the dust cleared out where Grimmjow was standing, He was covered in blood, Ichigo's jaw dropped at the huge impact made by just a single kick, "Impressive~" Grimmjow chuckled, "Didn't know you were so shameless, Blueberry" you said, putting back the lollipop in your mouth, "Who the fuck are you calling Blueberry, HUH?!" he yelled at you from a distance, "So what should I call you? Kitty?~" you smirked, "Damn you-" a vein popped up on Grimmjow's head as he turned all red, "awww look who is blushing?~" you chuckled mocking him.

He stormed toward you taking out his katana, you also walked toward him, getting ready to slice with his katana he made his move but it was stopped by you placing your lollipop in his mouth, he stood there like a statue for a split second as Ichigo was all red as well, " did I steal your first indirect kiss, Kitty?~" you said smirking widely, "I-" Grimmjow was left speechless with your act, but suddenly he teleported through a portal disappearing from the scene but luckily no one noticed it other than you and Ichigo. You walked towards Ichigo who was covered in many wounds and scars, "I think you need to get yourself treated, is there someone around who can carry you?", "I'm fine.." as he tried to get up, but he fell back failing to get up, "yeah right..." you rolled your eyes, "What's your name...?" he asked, "(Last Name) (Name)", as you walked away seeing Rukia coming running "ICHIGOOOO!"

you didn't dare help the guy cause you knew if you helped him, hollows and soul reapers come after you, again

on the other side, Grimmjow was transferred to the ground where Ulquiorra was.

"we are done here...its time to retreat" Ulquiorra commanded staring at Grimmjow, with his green eyes showing no emotion

"tch, I wasn't done with that brat..." Grimmjow complained.

"I don't care, It's Aizen-sama's order to retreat, Let's go." Ulquiorra ended his sentence, opening the portal to Hueco Mundo.

Grimmjow didn't care about whatever Ulquiorra said, cause he was lost in the thoughts of this girl he just met, he had to admit she was attractive and none the less interesting...

"Guess the trip to Karakura was worth the while~" he hummed smirking within himself.

(if yk, where I took the first indirect kiss concept from you're cool in my eyes) Hope you like it! Thank you for reading!~

© nyxxcore

#bleach #bleach tybw #bleach anime #grimmjow x reader #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #ichigo kurosaki #kurosaki ichigo #rukia kuchiki #ulquiorra bleach #arrancar arc #spoilers #itssimpforeternity #xreader #nyxxcore

[emjiroki]

One thing about me

No matter how goofy they try to dress Renji in Bleach official art I WILL want to do the splits on his dick real quick

#put that man in a Juicy track suit and i will be ass up #the chains? the bandanas? *bites fist* #i cant handle him alone its why i need Rukia hes too fine i will pass away #grimmjow might be my feral cat man but RENJI ABARAI? thats THE man #ive got two heartbeats right now you can thank my husband for turning on Bleach earlier and then turning me into an animal #renji abarai #em talks 👄 #em x renji x rukia 💕

[octofaewrites]

Octofae’s Fic List™️

All of my works can be find here:

I write for a variety of fandoms, so here we go - fandoms include: Bleach, Pokémon, Winx Club, and a few others!

Bleach - IchiRuki

Series

Masaki Lives! AU

Bleach, but Masaki was the parent who lived instead of Isshin.

The Noodle Saga

Crack Series involving Ichigo pining away for Rukia while Renji is trying to protect his captain’s dignity. (He is terrible at it.)

The Mystery of the Rukongai Crater

Paranormal Investigators, but make it Hallmark!AU

Conversations with the Future In-Laws

Hypothetical scenarios where Ichigo & Rukia talk to their future in-laws.

IchiRuki Month

Collection of works for IchiRuki Month

IchiRuki Week

Collection of works for IchiRuki Week

Stand Alone Stories

Performance Review

Three Casual Acquaintances™️ start a podcast as they try to solve the mystery of the sudden death of a neighbor in their swanky apartment complex.

Operation Christmas Play

Ichigo is trying to be romantic and Urahara has the connections.

Bleach - Others

Ready, Set, Caw….?

Renji/Orihime - jokefic written for a friend! Two dingdongs try to make cookies and a random crow keeps trolling them.

Through space and time, my love belongs to you (Chapter 1)

GrimmIchiRuki - Rukia is getting married to Grimmjow and Ichigo is sad because he’s hopelessly in love with them both - his life is surely over… or is it?

This story is a multi-author, round-robin project for GIR weekend!

Other Writers: kleinegirl87, AiTsuki97, Mako_After_Dark, AriadneKurosaki

Pokémon -

Pokémon: Brilliant Diamond & Shining Pearl

Merry Mishaps

Dawn, Lucas and Berry decided to exchange presents. Their starters do a bad job of being helpful.

No pairings - Written for the Pokémon Winter Wonderland Zine 2023

Pokémon: Legends Arceus / Diamond/Pearl/Platinum - VoloKari

Series

Somewhere over the Sea

The Pirate AU that no one needed or asked for.

Conversations at the Company Water Cooler

Idiot coworkers in a situationship and too dumb to admit they’re dating.

Sweet Like Honey

Friends with Benefits™️ who are benefiting across Hisui.

As the World Falls Down

Angsty Soulmate AU, where I don’t let them be together.

Volokari Week

Collection of stories I did for Volokari Week 2023

Stand Alone Stories

Déjà Vu - I’ve just been in this Place Before

I want to be cool and do a reimagining of PL:A; I’m just not cool.

Time Won’t Fly (Dead Dove - MIND THE TAGS)

Akari not in a good place.

Doll (Dead Dove - MIND THE TAGS)

Akari is not having a good time. Set in BumbleTee’s Cop AU

When My World Shakes, I Feel Alive

Sweet conversation between Dawn/Volo after getting her drunk idiot roommates to bed.

Shopping is Serious Business

Crackfic. Volo’s real punishment for trying to subjugate Arceus is having to go shopping with his daughter and her equally high maintenance friend.

Pokémon: Scarlet & Violet - Arviana

Safe & Sound

Juliana is tired from her near death experiences and meeting ghosts and gets a much needed Arven-hug.

Sucker.

Arven can’t tell Ogerpon no.

Treasure

Arven reflects on how his family is his treasure

Paradise is Nothing but a Smile

Arviana Picnic Date!

And, maybe it was ego swinging

The AU where Turo pulled his head out of his ass and was a parent to Arven.

Home is Where the Heart Is

Juliana made it back from Blueberry Academy and is beyond glad to be reunited with Arven

Pokémon: Scarlet & Violet - Draymine

I created a Discord Server for Drayton x Carmine which also features Arviana and Kieran x Lacey - Other ships are welcome! It can be joined HERE - (18+ Please!)

Series

You are in Love

An on-going series featuring snapshots through Drayton and Carmine’s relationship.

Stand Alone Stories

Well, this is a choice

Jokefic - Kieran sees that Crispin has awful dragon claws for feet and Drayton and Carmine’s alone time keeps getting interrupted.

#herbamysticashipping #mintteashipping #arviana #drayton x carmine #Draymine #volokari #ichiruki #bleach #pokémon #pokémon scarlet and violet #pokémon legends arceus #archive of our own #fanfic #pokemon fanfiction #bleach fanfiction #pokemon games

[lildudie18]

🐞 lesbians 🐞

🐞 long rant if you wanna read 👇 🐞

🐞 Just to be clear 🐞

1) orihime x ulquiorra

2) orihime x ishida

3) orihime x rukia

4) orihime x chad

5) orihime x tatsuki

99999999999) orihime x ichigo

🐞 see how low that is? yes it is bc she had better chemistry with all of the above than she could ever have had with ichigo. wanting to kiss him in his sleep my ass. how is in every life I'd love the same dude romantic. MARINETTE never gave me half the second hand embarrassment orihime did but to be fair she did want to kiss Adriens statue which was hard to watch but at least it lasted less 🙏🐞

🐞 don't get me wrong I like orihime (to an extend) I mean she was interesting when her brother trauma shit was unfolded but then she just Idk became somewhat boring afterwards like she's not by any means useless, but she's HELPLESS most of the goddamn time bro even Aizen recognized the fire dope ass power she got but like she never really utilized it well until like idk the END OF THE SERIES?? oh n let's not talk ab how shes basically fanservice now lmao 🐞

🐞 imo ichigo didn't deserve either rukia or orihime lmaooooooo THEY ARE FOR THE GIRLIES 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥💯💯 he should've gone with Tatsuki (or jus be gay w grimmjow 🙏) if you may like I'm a sucker for childhood friends (do I even need to elaborate) but these didn't even talk other than for like 5 eps so I was kinda bummed but we aight 🐞

🐞 bleach is cool n all but I fr hated that 2/3 of the series were spent saving rukia n then orihime ain't that spectacular! but fire series either way I mean I totally get mfs hatred over ichihime endgame but me personally? I don't fucking care LMAOAOAO ichihimes n ichirikas constantly fighting?? who said married characters with kids can't be shipped with other people?? ever heard of the jojo fandom?? ahahahaaaa 🐞

🐞 tho like kubo said or according to those translated stuff I saw ichihime mfs pull up all the time this is how his series is n if you don't like it make a better one so yeah I'm not mad I'm just Idk disappointed a bit like so many things other than ships feel wasted like ichigos numerous powerups n forms bro I miss them the fact that the dope ass outfits didn't last!! it's exactly like jojos all over again!! 😔😔😔 🐞

🐞 anyways if you read that far comment with a strawberry. see yall 🐞

#ichigo deserved neither #BLEACH #LESBIANS #LET'S GO LESBIANS #bleach #bleach fanart #rukia #orihime #rukia kuchiki #kuchiki rukia #orihime inoue #inoue orihime #lesbian #wlw #gay #the female lead and the girl she's jealous of and also homoerotic rivalry with #why fight over a dude when you have each other #shitpost #doodle #bubs favorites #wow bubs draws smth that isn't bnha

[timetravellingshinigami]

Cillian Murphy in these looks gives straight up Aizen vibes

And then in Red eye it's just

THAT'S AIZEN

#aizen sousuke #cillian murphy #Bleach manga #bleach anime #aizen x reader #aizen sosuke x reader #orihime inoue #ichigo kurosaki #rukia kuchiki #grimmjow jaegerjaquez

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Bleach

Bleach characters favourite places to kiss and get kissed ( Ichigo x reader/Rukia x Reader/Yoruichi x reader/ Toshiro x reader )

Bleach characters receiving a bouquet! ( Rangiku x reader, Ukitake x reader, Grimmjow x reader, child! Platonic! Nel x reader)

Bleach x reader with self confidence issues ( Urahara x reader and Byakuya x reader)

Bleach x reader reader dies fighting the Quincy ( Shihoin Chika x reader)

Bleach x reader - reader have to choose between two captains of the original gotei 13 ( Shihoin Chika x reader x Furuoki)

Being Byakuya's vice captain before Renji ( Byakuya x reader)

Being cautious of Chika at first ( Chika x reader)

Shijima Chigiri with a terminally ill reader ( Chigiri x reader)

Urahara makes you a chibi version of yourself ( Urahara x Chibi! Reader)

Pregnant! Reader x Shihoin Chika (female reader)

Teasing the girls about their height ( Rukia x reader and Soifon x Reader)

Lovely reader who can fight very well ( Chika x reader)

Ichigo having a nightmare about his s/o( Ichigo x soul reaper! Reader)

Ichigo and a Elizabeth Liones like reader ( Ichigo x Goddes like reader)

Kon stealing your clothing ( Ichigo x reader)

Ichigo vs Kitty ( Reader's cat dislikes Ichigo greatly, Ichigo x reader)

Karin sees Toushiro and his daughter after some time ( Child!reader)

You fainting on their arms ( Ruki x reader, Unohana x reader, Rangiku x reader)

Gift giving ( Jushiro Ukitake x reader)

Daily life with Furuoki ( Furuoki x lieutenant! Reader)

Part 2 ( kind of) of Furuoki x Lieutenant! Reader)

Reader going with Ichigo through the zero squad training ( oetsu Nimaiya x Shy! reader)

Reader passes away against Yhwach ( Ichigo x unrequired!Love Reader)

Ichigo dealing with a reader that jealous and angry on their period ( Ichigo x Female!reader)

Accidently walking into Chika in a onsen ( SFW don't worry, no descriptions here) ( Chika x Shy!reader)

#bleach #bleach x reader

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SOUL REAPERS

ICHIGO

HITSUGAYA

BYAKUYA

SOIFON

KAIEN

RENJI

RUKIA

MOMO

KENPACHI

MAYURI

Mayuri x Reader Oneshot Fluff - Firey Romance

Husband! Mayuri x Spouse! Reader Imagine - A shocking revelation

Aizen\ Mayuri\ Nodt\ Szayel Headcanon - Fun sized Love

Aizen\ Szayel\ Mayuri Headcanon - Proposal of a Lifetime.

UKITAKE

KYORAKU

IKKAKU

YUMICHIKA

ESPADAS/ARRANCARS/TRAITORS

AIZEN

Aizen x Reader Fluff Headcanon Love At Last

Aizen x Reader head canon fluff - What Could've Been

Aizen x Reader Oneshot Fluff - Love in Munken

Aizen x Fem Reader Imagine - Intertwined Love

Captian! Aizen x Lieutenant! Reader Headcanon - Truths be told, I love you

Captain! Aizen x Lieutenant! Reader Headcanon -Truth be Told (Sagittarius edition)

Aizen x Reader Headcanon -In a World Where You're Mine.

Aizen\ Mayuri\ Nodt\ Szayel Headcanon - Fun sized Love

Aizen\ Szayel\ Mayuri Headcanon - Proposal of a Lifetime.

GIN

Nodt\Gin\Adult!Uryu Headcanon - Proposal of a Lifetime Pt2.

TOZEN

HALIBEL

ULQUIORRA

Nnoitora\ Ulquiorra\ Grimmjow\ Nödt Headcanon - Shy Love

GRIMMJOW

Grimmjow x Reader Boyfriend Headcanon SFW

Nnoitora\ Ulquiorra\ Grimmjow\ Nödt Headcanon - Shy Love

STARRK

SZAYEL

Aizen\ Mayuri\ Nodt\ Szayel Headcanon - Fun sized Love

Aizen\ Szayel\ Mayuri Headcanon - Proposal of a Lifetime.

NNOITRA

Nnoitora\ Ulquiorra\ Grimmjow\ Nödt Headcanon - Shy Love

NEL

CIRUCCI

DORDONI

GANTENBAINNE

QUINCIES

URYU

Adult! Uyru x Reader headcanon - The littlest things

Adult! Uyru x Reader Headcanon - Orihime the Matchmaker.

Uryu x Reader Headcanon - I'm in love with my bestfriend

Nodt\Gin\Adult!Uryu Headcanon - Proposal of a Lifetime Pt2.

YHWACH

BAZZ - B

JUGRAM

NODT

Aizen\ Mayuri\ Nodt\ Szayel Headcanon - Fun sized Love

Nnoitora\ Ulquiorra\ Grimmjow\ Nödt Headcanon - Shy Love

Nodt\Gin\Adult!Uryu Headcanon - Proposal of a Lifetime Pt2.

ASKIN

Game night with Gerard and Askin headcanon Fluff

Gerard and Askin Oneshot Fluff - Flower crown love

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Oneshot fluff - Wake Up Please

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Yandere Headcanons

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin - Stargazing

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Oneshot - Flowery Romance

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcaonons - May Death Do Us Part

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcanons - Pet Mania

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcanon - Alien Encounter

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcanons - The Witches Den

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin imagine - Can You Survive the Night?

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin\ Quilge Headcanon - You're Worthy of Love

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin\ Quilge headcanon - My Vampiric Lover

Gerard\ Askin\ Orihime\ Quilge Headcanon - Crazed Love

Quilge\ Askin\ Cang Oneshot My Heart Only Belongs to You, Jealous Boy

Gerard\Orihime\Askin\Quilge Headcanon - Jealousy Isn't Nice on You.

GREMMY

RYUKEN

GERARD

Game night with Gerard and Askin headcanon Fluf

Gerard and Askin Oneshot Fluff - Flower crown love

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Oneshot fluff - Wake Up Please

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Yandere Headcanons

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin - Stargazing

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Oneshot - Flowery Romance

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcaonons - May Death Do Us Part

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcanons - Pet Mania

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcanon - Alien Encounter

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcanons - The Witches Den

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin imagine - Can You Survive the Night?

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin\ Quilge Headcanon - You're Worthy of Love

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin\ Quilge headcanon - My Vampiric Lover

Gerard\ Askin\ Orihime\ Quilge Headcanon - Crazed Love

Gerard\Orihime\Askin\Quilge Headcanon - Jealousy Isn't Nice on You.

Quilge

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin\ Quilge Headcanon - You're Worthy of Love

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin\ Quilge headcanon - My Vampiric Lover

Gerard\ Askin\ Orihime\ Quilge Headcanon - Crazed Love

Quilge\ Askin\ Cang Oneshot My Heart Only Belongs to You, Jealous Boy

Gerard\Orihime\Askin\Quilge Headcanon - Jealousy Isn't Nice on You.

CANG DU

Quilge\ Askin\ Cang Oneshot My Heart Only Belongs to You, Jealous Boy

VIZARDS

SHINJI

ROJURO

HIYORI

MASHIRO

KENSEI

HUMANS / SPIRITS

ORIHIME

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Oneshot fluff - Wake Up Please

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Yandere Headcanons

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin - Stargazing

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Oneshot - Flowery Romance

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcaonons - May Death Do Us Part

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcanons - Pet Mania

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcanon - Alien Encounter

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcanons - The Witches Den

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin imagine - Can You Survive the Night?

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin\ Quilge Headcanon - You're Worthy of Love

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin\ Quilge headcanon - My Vampiric Lover

Gerard\ Askin\ Orihime\ Quilge Headcanon - Crazed Love

Gerard\Orihime\Askin\Quilge Headcanon - Jealousy Isn't Nice on You.

CHAD

TSUBAKI

URAHARA

YORUICHI

TESSAI

GINJO

YUKIO

GANJU

KUKAKU

ISSHIN

MASAKI

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#bleach tybw #bleach #bleach fanfiction #bleach tybw fanfiction #bleach x reader #bleach x (y/n) #bleach tybw x reader #bleach tybw x (y/n)

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The big three 😩💕

#bleach anime #rangiku matsumoto #orihime inoue #rukia kuchiki #bleach #bleach meme #captian aizen #ichigo kurosaki #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #bleach brave souls #renji x rukia #bleach renji