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sashi-ya · 6 months

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東京 NIGHTS mini event

𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑯𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑷𝑺ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ichigo kurosaki x f! reader

⤹˚ synopsis. adult! ichigo takes you to a winter date to the tokyo tower, climb the steps by his hand, let him guide you the sky.

requested by: @cofeedaifuku ➡ Hello! It has been a really long time since I last requested, so I’m a little shy, but knowing that you are the one that is going to receive it calms me down. Can I request Adult! Ichigo with the prompt to see the tokyo tower at night? Nsfw, female reader she/her, (I’m really bad with requests so I don’t know if I should describe the details of the ask, but in any case, something like Ichigo just loves his s/o so much and he just looks at her and completely loses control. Please ignore this if it is not the case.) tw: MDNI. slight nsfw. adult! ichigo. masturbation through the clothes. wc: 1.7k masterlist

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤHis hand feels warm, powerful too. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤYour hand, in his, feels tiny… protected.

“Can you make some time for me?” that’s how he asked; Ichigo had red apples for cheeks when he did. Your eyes shined like five-point stars; you waited for him to ask you out since forever…

Through the cold streets of Tokyo, the frosting sound beneath your feet sound like cracking. The trees, all of them decorated with silver fairy lights. A gleaming spectacle to the eyes, contrasting with the visible glooming cold of December.

Christmas is right around the corner; the streets are busier than ever. People carry big bags with gifts during a Saturday night, but both of you aren’t buying stuff.

“Have you ever been to the Tokyo tower during winter?” Ichigo asks, stuttering. For some reason, he can be a totally different man when it comes to be all alone with you.

“I never been there during the winter season! I am excited to see the lights!” you chime, so happy your heart could jump out of your chest. Spending time alone with him feels like a dream come true.

Ichigo smiles softly, his eyes flutter to the ground in sign of happiness but still total shyness. “I am glad I chose a good spot, then” he murmurs, scratching the back of his head.

You nod, with a lovely beam. You wish to tell him any spot with him would be perfect, but what if it’s too much? What if it’s not proper?

As you wait for the light street to turn to green, he fidgets with his fingers. His eyes are fixed on your hanging hand, the ginger man is dying to hold it.

You notice, and internally giggle. You help him, letting your sleeve slightly go up. There is no point on acting more shy than him.

Soon enough -or at least right when the red light turns to green- Ichigo snatches your hand. It’s not delicate, it is clumsy but definitely dominant, the way he grabs you and pulls you through the crowd.

Your eyes shine brightly with the lights all around, and the wind plays with your hair looking like the typical shoujo scenes.

Your sight wanders and lands on the freckled cheeks of the strawberry boy; a little blush garnishes his skin, but he has that look of fearless man you know too well. He has decided to stop being shy, to finally get what he came to gain.

A few more steps and your eyes get blessed by the imponent look of the Tokyo Tower in front of you. The red metallic pieces now shine lights of different silver shades. And as you look up, a halo of cold mist surrounds its upper levels.

“Beautiful” you murmur, causing in Ichigo to gasp and look right into your eyes.

“You… you are…” he mumbles, immediately looking away with long orange lashes that cast beautiful shadows over his galaxy cheeks.

You bite your lower lip with a smile, how cute…

“Let’s hurry up, or we aren’t gonna be able to get there before it closes” he tells you, pulling you softly towards the entrance where a man kindly scans the Qr codes from different tickets. You nod and follow him, never once letting you go from your hand.

Once inside, while most of the people decide to take the elevator, both of you chose to climb the 600 steps of the outside stairs. It’s a lot more magical to see the lights of the city as you go up, even if the cold air may seem painful to your lungs. But you don’t care, and neither does he.

You follow him, with the sound of your feet hitting the metallic steps and the heart pumping as hard as them. The more you climb, the more beautiful the city looks beneath your feet.

Ichigo turns around to look at you from time to time, and he is smiling preciously. A beam that he rarely has on his face, but that is big enough to make his brown eyes squint.

The first checkpoint gets cleared, 200 steps in. Then the second one, this time with a little more difficulty. 400 steps, laughing and almost running are a lot more than what your body is used to. However, you want to keep going, but you definitely need to catch some air first.

“Wai-wait Ichigo” you giggle, taking some deep breath of humid cold air through your mouth.

“Oh… sorry, I- I didn’t mean to make you run that much- I…” he excuses himself, watching you with guilty puppy eyes.

You simply laugh. It is more than okay. If you wanna keep up with him, you need to train. He is an amazing substitute Shinigami, and not only that but the stronger ever made; the least you can do is to be able to climb some steps fast enough to catch up with him.

“No worries Kurosaki-kun. I just needed a little bit of air; let’s go” you rush to keep climbing, even if you are clearly not recuperated still. Your head is a little bit dizzy, your legs a little weak.

You try to walk towards him, but you feel like everything around turns dark for some seconds. And Ichigo notices right away.

“(Name)? are you ok?” he urges you for an answer while his arms surround your tired body with his protective embrace.

You would lie if you said you were feeling bad; after all Ichigo is now hugging you. Nothing could go wrong.

“I am fine… I just got a little lightheaded” you whisper, looking up at him. Your nose barely grazing the sharp jaw of the Shinigami. Looking how his Adam’s apple move as he swallows in clear sign of nervousness.

And even if you wanted to move away from his arms, you couldn’t as he kept pulling you closer, tightly against his chest.

The scent of his soft perfume mixed with the one his winter skin has, reminds you how much you desire him. You want him, you want to praise him, and you also want his lips against your lips.

“Please, rest for some minutes more…” he mumbles, this time delicately pushing your head towards his chest. “You need to breathe calmly…” he continues, enjoying perhaps a lot more than he should the closeness of your skin against his.

You don’t dare to argue; you don’t want to. You just want for him to hug you so eternally, and even after too. You nod, nuzzled in the little crook that his prominent collar bones form in the middle of his chest. The little patch of visible skin in between his scarf and white big coat, is all you need to rest assure for the rest of your life.

His hand slowly goes down to the small of your back; his touch is not indecent, it is caring and loving and despite that, the sexual tension in between both of you is undeniable.

You place your ear on his chest, letting yourself go with the song of his beating heart… allowing yours to beat in perfect synchronicity with it. Your eyes open, and they get filled by the view of a city that never seems to sleep, with neon lights flashing all over long, long streets.

Ichigo does the same, both look through the metallic red protective net for some minutes until a little white fluff falling from the sky catches your attention.

“It’s snowing…” you whisper, snaking your arms around his waist. “How beautiful, it is the first one this year”

“Yes…” Ichigo sighs, with trembling voice and reiatsu growing stronger inside the very core of his body. He is gaining strength, or perhaps thinking carefully about his next actions… what he is about to do, might change the destiny of both.

You know it too; when it’s right, you just know…

“Ichigo, I…” you murmur, looking up at him with your eyes plastered on his lips. Giving him the permission to kiss you once, and as many times as he want.

With the same hand he wields his zanpakuto to protect, he now grabs your chin and rather desperately kisses your lips. When your mouths crash against the other, both let some air scape your lungs, living off each other’s souls. More and more, deepening the kiss, melting into one.

The light show of the tower, the last of tonight, begins. Nobody seems to notice you two, neither you notice the lasers blinking through the heavy atmosphere of cold and snowflakes falling.

His hands, this time pooling in the small of your back in concupiscent intention, pulls you closer than ever before. You notice how much of a man he has become; grown up to be stronger and also to be sexier, mature, extremely attractive.

Your belly, feeling the hardness growing in between Ichigo’s winter clothes. Your legs, quivering as his tongue plays with yours in wet, lustful kiss.

The loud songs coming from inside, accompanying the light spectacle, letting your moans to be unheard by the rest as his hands slips so needy in between your tights from under your flannel skirt.

Ichigo’s fingertips get wet, as they rub against your stockings. You shiver and jolt, as he presses right in the spot. The graze of the tights and panties on your clit makes you whine louder into his mouth. A moan he eats so pleased, so hectically.

“I-Ichigo… I….” you stutter, so close to the very first climax of the night… just by the simple touch of his hands with your clothes still on.

“I know… I know… I am sorry, I couldn’t stop myself no more…” he sighs, kissing your forehead but never stopping the circular motions on your core. “I just love you so damn much, (Name)…” he finally confesses, breathing your last moan before you could melt right there, into a mess of sexual desire unleashed and pleased.

“I… I am… Ichigo…” “I know, let’s go back to the hotel… I wouldn’t like you catching a cold, we can come back tomorrow…It was a good idea to come all the way from Karakura town to Tokyo with you 💖~”

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dreadsuitsamus · 19 days

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Daddy's Little Secret | Isshin Kurosaki x Reader |

part two

author's note: this idea has been in my head for a good while now, and i've finally decided to write it! there won't be much of a story in this, as i plan each chapter to be a sexual encounter between isshin and reader

pairing: isshin kurosaki x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, no explicit smut but it is sexual and suggestive, masturbation, voyeurism, age gap, reader is a few years older than ichigo

“Are you sure this is okay, Ichigo?” You murmur as he leads you up the pathway of his home, the younger man carrying your bags for you. “I don't wanna just barge in… You haven't even asked your dad if it's cool—”

“Dad’s not gonna care.” Ichigo shakes his head. “He'd rather you stay on our couch than in your car on the street. It's okay. Just trust me.”

Sighing, you follow your friend inside and slip your shoes off politely. Your housing situation has hit a bit of a snag and you're officially, though hopefully temporarily, homeless. Ichigo's to the rescue as always, however, and was quick to give you a warm helping hand, just as he was when you first met him. Being a bartender is wonderful, but the drawbacks such as rowdy, creepy drunks tend to call for more forceful measures than your best holler can provide. Luckily for you, Ichigo has a helluva right hook and you've been friends ever since!

Setting your bags down, Ichigo starts a quick tour of the house. You've met his family before, as the bar you work for is also a restaurant, but you've never been to the Kurosaki household. It's surprisingly well-put together despite the chaotic relationship of Ichigo and his father, though it's likely due to Ichigo's younger sisters, if you had to guess.

“My dad's not home yet, but he should be here soon with my sisters.” Ichigo murmurs as he grabs some linens from the hall closet; tonight the couch will have to do for him, as he's a gentleman and will absolutely give up his room for you, but he'll arrange to stay with his sweet girl Orihime for a little while starting tomorrow. He's not looking forward to it: how his father naps on that lumpy, uncomfortable old couch so easily is a mystery!

“Thank you, Ichigo.” You murmur softly. “I'll try to get out of your hair soon.”

Your friend merely waves a hand and sets the sheet and blankets on the arm of the couch before grabbing the remote and turning the television on. The mind-numbing cartoon isn't performing for you, however, as your heart thrums in anticipation. Ichigo's father, Isshin Kurosaki, doesn't seem like he'd mind your presence, but the worry remains. You know you'd certainly have some feelings about such an unexpected guest!

Your poor heart nearly pops when the sound of voices at the front door get louder upon entry, and Ichigo stands to meet his family, lest his father say or do something embarrassing before you've even been announced. Yuzu rushes to her older brother's arms as Karin spots you, perking a thin brow. Ichigo doesn't tend to bring friends home, especially not since he started college.

“What's up?” She cuts her eyes to her older brother, and Ichigo explains more to Isshin, who is oddly quiet, rather than Karin.

“She needs a place to stay for a little while.”

Isshin nods, turning to look at you. He's as handsome as ever, his stubble grown out a tad more than it was the last time you'd seen him at the bar, and his smile is gorgeous and polite, though you can't escape the feeling of it being more muted than you're used to. “Stay as long as you need to. Any friend of Ichigo's is always welcome here.”

“Thank you, sir.” Your cheeks warm, relief washing down your shoulders. Gazing at your wrist to check the time, you sigh softly. “I’ve got to get ready for my shift tonight.”

“I'll walk you to your car.” Ichigo offers, and waits patiently as you wash up and change into your uniform. Isshin settles onto the couch beside his only son, thumbing at the stack of linens to be used for his temporary bed tonight.

“You know I don't mind taking in your friend.” He starts, voice low in the event you come downstairs and overhear him. “I just would've appreciated a heads up.” Unsaid is that he would've used that advance notice to fix his hair up before you saw him, and perhaps undone a button or two on his shirt.

“Sorry, Dad.” Ichigo murmurs. “Her roommate dropped the bomb on her last night that she had to leave. We spent all day moving her things to a storage unit.”

Isshin rubs at his chin, gently tugging at the bit of stubble. He's gotta shave tonight, he thinks. “You givin’ your room up?”

“Yeah.”

Isshin claps his hand on his son's shoulder. He's raised a good man, one that he's incredibly proud of! He squeezes for a brief moment before pulling away just as you come downstairs, dressed in your simple work uniform. High-waisted jeans and a t-shirt with the bar’s name splashed over the front and tucked into your waistband make for a pretty sight, especially with the low cut that provides Isshin with a hearty eyeful of cleavage. It's what deters him from visiting your bar more often; his daughters don't need to see how much their pervy father longs to faceplant in between your breasts.

Ichigo and his father stand and your eyes flit to gaze at the older man. “I’ll be back around 2:30. I'll be quiet, I promise!”

“You couldn't wake Dad if you tried.” Ichigo deadpans. Isshin's cheeks warm at your giggles, and he tackles Ichigo to the ground. Embarrassing his own father right in front of an absolute babe??? Unforgivable!

“Dad, come on!” Karin shouts, scrambling to intervene now. With a guest over??? Her dad has lost his mind!

Grinning softly at the madness, Karin having been sucked into the wrestling while Yuzu rushes in with a broom to smack at them all, the heels of your boots click on the hardwood as you head for the door. Your stay here certainly won't be dull!

With a sigh, you tiredly park your car outside of the Kurosaki home. Work was rough, and nothing sounds more wonderful than a hot shower and some rest, and maybe even a sandwich if you can stay awake long enough.

You're met at the door by Isshin, who presses a gentle finger over his lips as the sounds of Ichigo's snores ring out. Laughing softly as the older man winks, you slip your boots off at the door. “You're up pretty late.”

“Insomnia.” Isshin shrugs casually and follows you up the stairs, shamelessly staring at your ass the whole way up. “Heard your car pull up. Wanted to make sure you got in safely.”

“Ah.” At the top of the landing, you pause for a moment with Isshin just across from you, his henley and plaid pajama pant combo somehow striking. Perhaps batting your lashes more than you should be at a friend's father, you lick your lips, teeth slowly dragging along the flesh of your bottom lip. “Thank you, Mr. Kurosaki.”

“Isshin. After hours, anyway.” He tucks his hands in his pockets with a shrug, perking a brow at the embarrassing admission from your stomach. “Hungry, hm?”

Cheeks fiery and the tip of your nose and ears burning, you duck your head. “Mm… A little. Ichigo and I had some lunch earlier, but that's all I had to eat. Besides a few fries at the bar, anyway.” And an iced coffee to start the morning!

Isshin shakes his head. “Girl dinner.” He grumbles with a scoff and an eye roll— he's treated too many women that hardly eat at all and then complain about headaches! Turning to start back down the steps, Isshin waves a hand. “I’ll warm up the dinner leftovers.”

Covering your mouth to hide a giggle, you venture into Ichigo's bedroom and rifle around your messily packed suitcases for a fresh pair of panties and pajamas. Exhaustion weighs down your bones and a big yawn leaves you damn near spent, though you power through enough to grab a thong and a tank top to get you through the night. Everyone should be out of the house by the time you wake up to start your day, so the worries of anyone catching a peek of your cheeks don't settle.

Rubbing your tired eyes as the shower warms, you sigh with pleasure as the hot water spreads and soothes the ache between your shoulders. Life has been nothing but stressful lately, this recent move only the cherry on top the shitshow mountain. College is hard, work is unfulfilling and the tip money only barely covers the bills, and your sex life has tanked.

Thinking about sex as you run the soapy washcloth over your breasts probably isn't the best idea, but it doesn't stop your other hand from the pinches and tugs of your nipples to relieve some of the pressure. Leaning against the shower wall, your teeth dip into your lip as your fingers do a bit of walking. It's nothing but a tease, a shallow dipping of your fingers to feel the wetness gathering between your folds. A few soft, breathy gasps pass beyond the thin curtain that veils you, but the man with perceptive brown eyes in the hall pushes the door open just a tad wider than you'd left it to peer into that gap.

Isshin smirks softly, licking his lip as he watches you touch yourself. He's wanted a piece of you since he first saw you, as forbidden of an idea as that is. You're his son's friend! He can't. Even if you wanted to, and he thinks you do, it can't happen. That's a line he can't cross… He's too old for you, anyway.

Though as he watches you slowly rub your clit and toy with your breasts, he's sure that this old dog could show you the best night of your life. With a wistful sigh and a firm squeeze to his cock, Isshin heads downstairs before he's caught perving and fixes your plate of dinner properly.

Biting your lip through a grin, you're quickly out of the shower and drying off before Isshin's back upstairs. Of course that old man's the type to peep in on a young woman's shower! You laid the trap and he walked right into it— what a typical doofus of a man.

You've just slipped into your thong when you hear Isshin moving upstairs again, and you purposely ditch the tank top in favor of looping the towel over your shoulders, your breasts just barely covered by the blue cotton as Isshin turns the corner with a warm plate of food in hand and heads for Ichigo's bedroom.

Two gentle taps of his knuckle on the bedroom door are all you get before he's letting himself in, and for a moment he falters at the sight of you. He really should have taken that melatonin tonight… You're before him in a skimpy thong with only a teeny tiny towel over your breasts, and he has to act like he's fine. Like he's not ready to pounce and pound you into pure oblivion. He can't.

This being a father thing is so damn difficult!

Finding the pause cute and the dumb look on Isshin's face even cuter, you smirk gently and approach him with a swish in your hips. His Adam's apple bobs when you're so close to him he can see the few beads of water on your collarbone, and fuck he wants to lick them away and leave a bite or two…

“Something on your mind?” You practically purr at him, and aren't you just awful! Flirting with your friend's father, the one with a dead wife and three kids he's had to raise by his lonely…

Carefully, the man licks his lips and forces himself to look you in the eye, and frankly he's not sure if that pretty face is making his little problem in his pants any better. “No.”

Reaching up, the backs of your fingers gently graze over the side of his face. “That's a shame… Would've loved to hear all about it. I'm sure you've got some… Interesting ideals.”

A growl forms at the back of Isshin's throat, low and deep and the glint in your eye at the sound just makes him want to tug that towel off and—

Well, now you've gone and done that part for him.

Dropping the towel to the floor, you rub Isshin's jaw, his beard noticeably trimmed down to the way he usually likes it. “You shaved. It looks nice.”

“Just nice?” Isshin sets the plate on the desk, his fingers itching to touch your supple skin as he loops them around the thin bands of your thong, his thumbs rubbing the silky fabric. “Not sexy? Ravishing, even? How about a place you'd like to sit?”

A chuckle bubbles in your chest alongside the fireworks going off inside. The door's wide open and it's three in the morning, any of his kids are liable to get up and use the bathroom at any time! Pressing your hands to his chest, you find him firmer than you thought he'd be. “What makes you think I need something like that from you?”

Isshin clicks his tongue, snapping your thong against your skin as you softly push him away. “My bad for assuming. I just thought with, you know, the way you touched yourself in the shower that you've been a bit pent up.” With a wink and a shit-eating grin, Isshin's closing the door behind him and heading back to his bedroom.

Goosebumps litter your body, and that sly little smile doesn't leave your lips even after you've finished eating and settle in for bed. It's been one night and you've already nearly fucked your friend's father— it's not a matter of if now. Just when.

And will you be able to hide it from Ichigo?

#isshin kurosaki x reader #isshin kurosaki x you #isshin x you #isshin x reader #bleach x reader #bleach imagine #fic #x reader #reader insert

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bakubabes-tatakae · 7 months

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Welcome to that special time of year, Fluffvember 2023. 💞 Your girl is gonna be doing both ends of the spectrum this year. These are going to be closer to drabbles just like last month to make sure I can get them all out. 🥰 If you want to be on the Fluffvember taglist then please let me know. I'd be happy to add anyone to it. 🥺

If you don’t want to see the Fluffvember fun then blacklist the tag: #bakubabes fluffvember

Now take a peek at what’s to come in a couple of weeks. 👇 If the date looks like this then that means that the piece is in the queue and waiting for your viewing pleasure. I’ll link them here as they release as well.

Day 1 - Ichigo Kurosaki || Bleach || "Your hands are warm."

Day 2 - Kai "Overhaul" Chisaki || Boku No Hero Academia || "Pinky promise?"

Day 3 - Kotarou Bokuto || Haikyuu || "You matter. A lot. You matter so much to me. Never think you don't."

Day 4 - Natsu Dragneel || Fairy Tail || "Don't say that. I love every second spent with you."

Day 5 - Asta || Black Clover || "Your heart is beating so fast right now."

Day 6 - Rin Okumura || Blue Exorcist || "Don't doubt yourself, honey."

Day 7 - Gaara || Naruto || "Your hugs are nice."

Day 8 - Luck Voltia || Black Clover || "You feel like home to me."

Day 9 - Shikamaru Nara || Naruto || "You'll be with me, right?"

Day 10 - Toya Todoroki "Dabi" || Boku No Hero Academia || "You're cute when you're jealous."

Day 11 - Yato || Noragami || "This is a good look for you."

Day 12 - Zuko || ATLA || "We'll always have each other."

Day 13 - Kazutora Hanemiya || Tokyo Revengers || "Come taste! Tell me if I need to add anything."

Day 14 - Katsuki Bakugou || Boku No Hero Academia || "I'm just glad you're okay."

Day 15 - Megumi Fushiguro || Jujutsu Kaisen || "I'd accept you any way you are."

Day 16 - Manjiro "Mikey" Sano || Tokyo Revengers || "You have a little ice cream on your nose."

Day 17 - Asuma Sarutobi || Naruto || "Is that my shirt?"

Day 18 - Naofumi Iwatani || Rising Of The Shield Hero || "I came as soon as I heard."

Day 19 - Shoto Todoroki || Boku No Hero Academia || "I'm sad and I demand cuddles."

Day 20 - Levi Ackerman || Attack On Titan || "Thanks for being here with me."

Day 21 - Nozel Silva || Black Clover || "I'll keep you safe."

Day 22 - Renji Abarai || Bleach || "I love you more than I did yesterday."

Day 23 - Satoru Gojo || Jujutsu Kaisen || "You're my family too."

Day 24 - Eren Yeager || Attack On Titan || "I'm not letting something as simple as that separate us."

Day 25 - Magna Swing || Black Clover || "Stay as long as you want."

Day 26 - Sasuke Uchiha || Naruto || "Wow, I really can't speak, huh? Must be because of how pretty you look."

Day 27 - Yuuji Itadori || Jujutsu Kaisen || "You're not obligated to do this you know?"

Day 28 - Zora Ideale || Black Clover || "I'd shout it from the roof if I could."

Day 29 - Tomura Shigaraki || Boku No Hero Academia || "You're welcome to stay if you want."

Day 30 - Ban The Undead || Seven Deadly Sins || "I'm not ever leaving you."

©️2023 bakubabes-tatakae, please do not repost/modify my works without my permission, please do not use my works as ASMR without my permission

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secretlypansexualmango · 18 days

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I have been brain rotting back and forth with @stormsthatrage about Shinichi in an au where only Ichigo goes back in time, and for once I made something that’s not all angst. Behold:

So Ichigo goes back in time, gets found by the Shibas in not entirely dire straits so they don’t need to get Unohana. Thereby giving him a certain lack of notoriety once Ichigo ‘decides’ he wants to go to the Academy, he’s still obviously talented- but in a way that’s more normal levels of genius.

So he goes to the academy, blazes through it in a year or two and gets accepted to Shinji’s division. Who is not suspicious of him exactly, but more curious.

At this point Ichigo knows that he’s got enough time to play the long game here, and as much as he was a proponent of throwing himself headlong into any and every fight, Kisuke and Shinji did eventually managed to pound some appreciation of planning and tactics into his brain at some point during the extended war.

So he’s not content, but he’s settled in for the long haul.

(he’s lonely and longing and yearning for his pack bonds but for Shinji most of all, Shinji who was his leader and partner, Shinji who seemed like he always knew what to do, Shinji who was never not there when Ichigo needed him)

But of course voicing these sentiments would have him either murdered or thrown into Muken so he adapts, improvises, overcomes.

He’s watchful, learning the habits and preferences of this new old Shinji, his favourite tea, what he likes to read, things he finds funny, how he prefers to order his paperwork, where he likes to go to lunch and his favourite shampoo. He watches and attends and he thinks he can live with this new normal.

Shinji doesn’t really seem to show him any real preference, but the regard he shows any of his officers is enough, has to be enough. So Ichigo contents himself with the occasional praise and shoulder pat. He thinks he settled into a routine that can last until he can make some real change.

Shinji had noticed of course, that his 4th(?) seat had always been accommodating and especially helpful and was always watching him and smiling - ahh. He sees.

And it’s not as if Kaien is trying to Shanghai Shinji into eternal matrimony with his baby cousin, it’s really more of a “let him down gently” (or they’ll never find your body) “if he confesses don’t be cruel about rejecting him” (or I will Bankai your ass to Hueco Mundo and back)

Ichigo doesn’t know what changed. (Kaien went to some length to make sure Ichigo wouldn’t find out) It’s just that all of a sudden Shinji starts watching him back.

Watching with intent.

It’s too much to hope for, that he might feel some remnant of a pack bond so Ichigo just pretends not to notice. Shinji for his part thinks Ichigo must have resigned himself to one sided pining.

Shinji likes what he sees is the thing. Ichigo is considerate and attentive and observant. Genuinely kind in his own gruff way that’s not limited to nobles or Shinigami. So Shinji decides, well he’s never been one to really hold himself back from what he wants so he invites Ichigo to drinks to test the waters. They both get absolutely hammered and end up snuggling together on Shinji’s couch, and when Shinji wakes up in the morning, sees Ichigo curled up into his side with his face pressed into neck, he thinks *ah* this is happening.

#bleach #ichigo kurosaki #kurosaki ichigo #shinji hirako #hirako shinji #shinji bleach #bleach au #time travel au #shinichi

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ribbonstrawberrysurprise · 4 months

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Possible Mia Ikumi Doujin Penname

First off, thanks to @berrychanx who found the initial doujin listing and @kuro93 who I know also looked into this and bought some of her works! Second off, warning for some suggestive doujin covers and other art, although there's nothing truly explicit.

First things first, I want to say that I sat on this information for a little bit considering if it was appropriate to speculate since Ikumi never chose to make this connection publicly. Ultimately I've decided to go through with it since imo the artstyle is instantly recognizable, so it'd come out eventually. I also found some still-up online accounts associated with this penname, and I know that's a thing the fandom has wanted to see for a long time. I'd ask that you please be respectful with this info and keep in mind it is NOT confirmed and that Mia Ikumi has passed away.

I'd also like to make clear that I'm totally uninterested in trying to figure out her birth name or track down any other personal info on her life that she didn't choose to share in doujin, her website, manga notes, interviews, etc. That feels very out of line. Finding other pennames can help us fans catalogue more of her work, but finding her real identity does nothing but violate her privacy.

So that's kind of where I'm at right now. If you feel differently about whether it's right to speculate on Ikumi's doujin works, or if you don't want to see anything even a little suggestive, please turn back now.

We know for sure that Mia Ikumi was a penname, since that was confirmed in ads for Re-Turn when she changed one of the characters.

征海美亜＊征海未亜よりペンネーム変更されました Ikumi Mia *Ikumi Mia yori penneemu henkou saremashita Mia Ikumi (征海美亜) *[Her] penname was changed/altered/revised from Mia Ikumi (征海未亜)

Prior to her return to Nakayoshi with some TMM anniversary art and then the 2020 Re-Turn short, the last work she published under that name was Koi Cupid, way back in 2005-08.

There's always been speculation as to whether she continued drawing manga under a different penname, but there was never any official word from her once her website went down, since she was not active under that name under any social media or on Pixiv. We also had no idea how her art might have evolved in the years since her last official release, so there was no guarantee we'd recognize any work of hers if we saw it. The first anyone saw of her art post-website was back in 2015 when she drew some art of Ichigo and then Ichigo, Mint, and Lettuce for the 60th anniversary of Nakayoshi.

https://hikayagami.tumblr.com/post/132481043559/more-nakayoshi-60th-anniversary-mew-mew-art-from https://hikayagami.tumblr.com/post/118704238761/ichigo-momomiya-in-her-cafe-mew-mew-uniform-drawn https://hikayagami.tumblr.com/post/130755109662/new-picture-of-ichigo-minto-retasu-drawn-by

As you can see, this art featured a pretty different art style than she'd had 2 decades back.

(Sidenote: it seems she also did some art for the 55th anniversary, back in 2010, but this is much closer to the dates when she was working under the Mia Ikumi name and has roughly the same art style as OG TMM: https://hikayagami.tumblr.com/post/151430694480/doodles-of-ichigo-and-berry-drawn-by-mia-ikumi )

Obviously, starting in 2019, she then went on to release the two-shot manga TMM 2020 Re-Turn, some miscellaneous promo art (Blu-ray bonus comic, Alice in Wonderland merch, Smewthie fanart, etc.), and finally new covers and bonus comics for most of the rereleased manga volumes before her passing. Between the works she published in the 90s-early 2000s and all of this new art, we have a pretty good sample size of her artstyle over time. So it was only a matter of time before someone stumbled on something familiar looking…

Berrychanx found a listing (https://jp.mercari.com/item/m11046282201 ) for an Idolmaster doujin called Room Fight! created as a collab between 2 doujin circles/artists: Nameless Color (ねーむれすからー) and Komomo+ (こももぷらす), published by Poco Poco in 2014. The seller specifically noted that the style looks very similar to Mia Ikumi's, and it's very hard to argue! The hands especially look the way that Ikumi has always drawn them, and the eyes, facial expressions, and hair shading is pretty much one to one for Re-Turn.

Nameless Color has some other works, but they aren't in this same artstyle at all. Therefore, the one whose style matches Mia Ikumi's is Komomo+.

https://doujinrepublic.com/product/tag_page.html?tags=85361&ref=product_page&type=rel_tag_circle

As far as I can tell, the doujin circle is named Poco Poco, and the artist's penname is Komomo Kozakura (小桜小桃) or later Komomo (小桃) or Komomo+ (written as こももぷらす). There's a lot of variation in which spelling is used across doujin sites, and sometimes Komomo is listed as the circle name rather than Poco Poco, but I'm unsure as to whether this is a change in how presumed-Ikumi branded herself or just a lack of organization in the websites. Also, the Room Fight! doujin is categorized under komomo+ (https://www.suruga-ya.jp/product/detail/ZHORE153927) and under Komomo Kozakura (https://ecs.toranoana.jp/tora/ec/item/040030276511/ ), so I’m sure they’re the same person and not just 2 people in the same circle.

Here are the titles I could find under all of these names across various websites in approximate publishing order:

https://www.suruga-ya.jp/search?category=&search_word=&ck=true&inStock=On&person_id=1051050 https://www.suruga-ya.jp/search?category=&search_word=&ck=true&inStock=On&person_id=2874482 https://www.suruga-ya.jp/search?category=&search_word=&person_id=2864627 https://ecs.toranoana.jp/tora/ec/cot/circle/LUPA2D6P8476d16Qd687/all/

The main fandoms are Idolmaster, Kantai Collection, and Strike Witches. It's immediately obvious how much they look like Ikumi's style, from small details like the faces to larger things like how she tends to pose characters on her covers. They range from 2008-2016, and you can see that earlier works look a little more like her TMM-era art while later stuff is way more Re-Turn.

So is that all the new info? Do we need to track down and buy these doujin to get any more new info on Mia Ikumi? Well, that’s definitely a thing you can do! But there’s one other avenue.

You see, the title page of Girls Fight! does lead to a now defunct webpage: pocopoco.sblo.jp

https://web.archive.org/web/20081201000000*/pocopoco.sblo.jp

The Wayback Machine has 5 captures for this website: 12/31/08, 2/25/11, 6/3/13, 4/25/16, and 3/14/23. The latest one just shows the same error page not found message as if you try and go to the site now, but the others all have blog entries ranging from 2008 to the end of 2015 (i.e., starting RIGHT after the end of Koi Cupid/Mia Ikumi's professionally published/official manga career).

https://web.archive.org/web/20090103031628/http://pocopoco.sblo.jp/article/20797588.html https://web.archive.org/web/20160425011557/http://pocopoco.sblo.jp/article/170290508.html

Mostly these posts are either drawings or advertisements for a new book she's selling at a con or online by mail order, so there’s a whole bunch of new art. (Warning: there's nothing outright nsfw, but some of these images are probably the most suggestive ones I link in this post, moreso than even most of the doujin covers. Use your own judgment!) The rest of the posts are personal diary entries.

(Sidenote: I am NOT going to translate this whole blog because there’s a whole bunch of text! I looked through the available pages, and the auto-translated version is fine for getting a basic understanding. If you have questions about a specific post, feel free to ask, though! Right off the bat, the text on the big image at the top of the earlier captures, the one with the green-haired catgirl in a red outfit, is just a paraphrasing of the post where she explains her categories/tags to help you navigate the site https://web.archive.org/web/20090103030651/http://pocopoco.sblo.jp/article/21376253.html )

This website, crucially, also links to Komomo's pixiv account (Username: 小桃/Komomo), which is still up!

https://www.pixiv.net/users/3966440

(I was logged in when I accessed the page, so it's possible you may need an account to view it. Please do keep in mind this is not an account publicly associated with Ikumi/TMM and that the owner is likely deceased. We don't need to leave random comments and messages.)

The oldest picture is from 2012, when she created it (she posts about this), and the most recent picture is from 2018, so you can really see the artstyle shift here as well. There is no reference to TMM or Mia Ikumi anywhere.

The blog also links to her NicoNico page (Username: 小桃/Komomo), where she posted a few Vocaloid covers from 5/16/10 to 6/4/11.

https://www.nicovideo.jp/user/16890918/

She talks about uploading these covers on her blog under her utattemita/”I tried singing” tag: https://web.archive.org/web/20160425011607/http://pocopoco.sblo.jp/category/907578-1.html

So, the art definitely matches with what we know of Mia Ikumi’s art, both from published works and stuff posted online to her official website, ikumimia.chu.jp (Hika posted some of the website art here and here if you aren’t familiar)

(As a tangent, that website seems to have been created at or before 5/7/07 and gone offline sometime between 7/1/10 and 7/27/11, so there was definitely a period where she was working under both identities at once…)

But is there any other info linking Komomo and Mia Ikumi?

The site doesn't give much personal detail about Komomo irl, but it does say she was born in spring, and Mia Ikumi's birthday was March 27th.

プロフィール名前小桜小桃です。一言:春生まれです。 Profile My name is Komomo Kozakura. In a word, I was born in spring.

There's also a diary entry about her getting a Scottish fold kitten for her mom in 2008 after the family cat passed away 2 years back. We know from the bonus comics in the TMM manga that Mia Ikumi had a Scottish fold.

スコティッシュフォールドという種類のキャリコなお嬢さん。 A calico lady called a Scottish fold.

https://web.archive.org/web/20081231223544/http://pocopoco.sblo.jp/category/627816-1.html

Komomo also says she’s interested in gothic lolita clothing and that she dresses up at events. We know Mia Ikumi also dressed up for events, since that’s in her bio, and she drew her outfits in manga bonus page.

＊ゴスロリの部屋＊小桜小桃の趣味のページです。主に持っている服やアイテム、欲しいモノの紹介、ゴスロリに関する事とかも書いていこうと思います。 *Gothic Lolita Room* A page about Komomo Kozakura’s hobby. Mainly I’ll write about clothing items I own, stuff I want, and things related to gothic lolita fashion.

https://web.archive.org/web/20160425154652/http://pocopoco.sblo.jp/category/627812-1.html

今回のコミケはカゼのため、コスとかせずに防寒重視でいったのですが Because I had a cold at this Comiket, I went without any kind of costume to focus on keeping warm

https://web.archive.org/web/20160425154658/http://pocopoco.sblo.jp/category/627816-1.html

Between the art, the timeline of when things were posed vs Ikumi's public career, and the small bits of overlapping info on the artists' lives, I'm very confident that Mia Ikumi and Komomo Kozakura are two pennames for the same artist.

As for why, we can only speculate. I will say it's pretty common for artists to use a different penname for doujin work vs professional work, although some keep it more secret than others. It's especially common if the doujin work is more risque than the professional, which is the case here. I'll also say that almost all of Ikumi's post-TMM works were fairly short. Only One Wish may have been imagined as a one-volume anthology from the start, but it seems like TMM a La Mode and Repure may have been canceled early based on rushed endings with a lack of follow-up on plot points. Comi Digi +, the magazine in which Koi Cupid was published, got discontinued in 2008, presumably ending that series early as well. Ikumi also seems pretty annoyed with her editor in the a La Mode bonus comics, so possibly she was frustrated with baggage of the Mia Ikumi identity and wanted a fresh start.

Possibly she stopped putting out work around 2018 or possibly she started working under another penname. Maybe that was when Nakayoshi got in contact with her to begin planning for ReTurn, Ole/Au Lait, New, the TMM Blu-ray, the manga re-release, etc.

In conclusion, it seems like there are many more works by the artist known as Mia Ikumi than we'd thought previously, plus slightly more of a web presence, although this seems to have ended years before the TMM 20th anniversary renaissance. It's possible there are more accounts under the Komomo/小桃 name or under another penname that might be found in the future.

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~*Accidental mate. Chapter 7*~

Here’s the next instalment, apologies for the wait!

Ichigo had walked you to work after Grimmjow had whisked Urahara away as quick as he had appeared. You talked much about nothing, he explained what kind of training Rukia wanted to try with her new subordinates. You had asked how his family was, laughing loudly at the stories he told you about his father and his early morning wake up calls, or "goat face" as he referred to him.

By the way Ichigo kept looking around, scanning the surroundings and the way his hand kept creeping up the hilt of his zanpakuto, brushing the movement off as scratching at his head, you knew he was secretly only accompanying you to ensure Grimmjow didn't return. Not that you needed a body guard, you were more than capable to defend yourself, even if it was only long enough to wait for back up. For some reason though, you didn't think Grimmjow would hurt you, intentionally that is. His brash manor and short temper has landed you on your ass more than once.

Ichigo left you near the Captains quarters with a lazy wave, promising to pass on your greetings to the Captain of the thirteenth. After you had handed your report to Captain Kuchiki, waiting patiently for him to scan over it and answering the questions he had, you were dismissed. The morning had flown by without any issues, catching up on the paperwork you had missed on your mission and catching up with your colleagues who shared the office you were assigned.

Word had gotten around about the fight between Ichigo and Grimmjow, speculation and rumours spread around like wildfire. Honestly, the men in the division were the worst culprits for that. You had heard everything from Grimmjow loosing an arm to it being a passionate argument due to unrequited feelings between the pair. The later made you chuckle, they sure were creative with their stories. Your stomach begging to rumble let you know it was getting close to lunch, after you finished this last report you would go in search for food.

You heard the unnecessarily loud footsteps long before you saw the murderous looking face of Renji as he stormed into your office. Ah crap. You had forgotten to ask Ichigo to leave out your involvement in the altercation this morning when he retold the story to his friends, most importantly, Renji. He folded his arms over his chest as he came to a stop in front of your desk, holding you in a stern gaze

"everybody clear out. Take an early lunch" he spoke to the room at large without taking his eyes off of you, shrinking in your chair at his disapproving look. The ones you shared the office space with quickly packed up their belongings and all but ran from the room at the command of their lieutenant, sparing you a guilty look as they passed.

"That wasn't necessary, I was just about to head out for lunch" you told him freely now that you were alone, paying no attention to the correct way to address your superior during office hours now that there wasn't an audience. Renji was hard to gage when he was angry. You couldn't tell if he was angry with you, Grimmjow, or the whole situation. You pointedly ignore his glower, taking your time to sign your name on the last of your reports, tidily stacking the papers and putting them to the side

When you had finally stretched out all you could do, you relented with a sigh, meeting Renji's stern eyes "what can I do for you?"

"You can tell me what the hell that was this morning , and why I had to hear it from Ichigo and not you" Okay, seemed he was pissed at all thee. You didn't want to have to deal with this right now, you thought as you rubbed your eyes, suddenly feeling very tired.

"There was nothing to tell you. Ichigo and Grimmjow got into a fight, I tried to stop it and got knocked on my ass" you shrug to make light of the situation, why you were getting your ass chewed out for Grimmjows short temper was beyond you. You hadn't started or contributed to it at all. That seemingly wasn't enough for your over protective friend however "Grimmjow ran off with Urahara, Ichigo seemed fine after, if you want answers, ask them"

"were you hurt?" His softness for you broke through his rough exterior, kind eyes quickly assessing what he could see of you as you verbalised your good health

"Im fine. I didn't get hurt at all, just tripped over my own feet"

"Ichigo seems to think that Grimmjow attacked him because of you, said he was spouting some bullshit about him staying away from you" Renji's tone turned questioning, with a subtle tone of "what the hell did you do?". That irked you, why were you suddenly to blame for their actions? You hadn't done anything. Simply wrong place, wrong time.

"Ichigo needs to get his head examined." You grumbled, pushing your chair away from your desk to stand. The way Renji was looking over you made you feel like you were getting scolded. Standing didn't exactly do much for the height difference, he still towered over you. On your feet however, made you feel more in control of the situation.

"Don't give me that, you're hiding something from me" damn him. You've been friends for too long, he could read you like a book. You tilted your chin down, letting your hair help hide your face from him as you walk around your desk to open the office window. Anything to help hide the slight blush creeping up your cheeks

"I don't know what your talking about" you didn't even sound believable to your own ears at this point. You heard a bang behind you, whipping round startled by the loud noise. Renji had punched your desk in frustration, a lovely display of the fragile male ego. Idiot.

"don't lie to me YN, what aren't you telling me? Did he hurt you on that mission?" How you wished he would just drop it. You were fine. Ichigo was fine. Grimmjow was... well, Grimmjow was an unhinged asshole, but he still had all his limbs attached, despite what the rumours were saying.

"I already told you he didn't" you gave him a hardened look. You hated anyone calling you a lair, even if you weren't being completely forthcoming with the whole truth at this moment. There was a difference between straight out lying and holding back embarrassing information you didn't want getting around. As proved today, gossip spread like wildfire around here, and you weren't eager to be the next topic. "Please Renji, just drop it"

"Fine". He said quietly. That was suspiciously too easy. Renji was like a dog with a bone when he had something in his head. Relentless in his pursuit for answers. He turned and walked towards the door, waving a hand over his shoulder in parting "I'll just go ask Grimmjow"

"wait!" God damn it. Renji stopped to face you, arms crossed over his chest expectantly. You crossed your own protectively, you already knew the reaction you were about to receive. With a defeated sigh, you finally let the proverbial cat out of the bag. "We slept together"

an amusing amount of emotions passed over his face as he digested that piece of information, clearly the last thing he had expected to hear. The disgusted look that appeared on his face last and made its self comfortable immediately got you defensive. You weren't about to stand here and be judged. Sure. Grimmjow wasn't exactly your most proudest of moments, but you could've done a lot worse...have done worse. And so had Renji for that matter

"thats disgusting, YN, he's a hollow. " you knew that would be the issue. Though after spending time with Grimmjow, you didn't even see that anymore. Sure. He had a bone mask on half of his jaw and a hollow hole in his abdomen. Other than that though, he looked just like everyone else. Well, that was a lie. He looked better than most, he was handsome, in perfect physical condition. He had a dirty grin and strong hands and..what was your point again?

"I know what he is Renji. It was a mistake, a one time, things got out of hand, mistake. Everyone makes them. Even you. Or shall we go over all your sexual conquests?" Your eyebrow raised challengingly. The one perk of Renji knowing you so well was that you knew him equally as well, including all of his less than ideal drunken fumbles with some very questionable people.

"Alright! I get it, no need to bring up that shit" he grumbled defeated. His anger seemed to evaporate at your honesty, now that he knew for a fact he hadn't caused you any harm, he felt a whole lot less murderous. Though there was still something left unanswered "but if it was a one time thing, why was he so pissed at seeing you and Ichigo together?"

Why indeed. You haven't a clue, you were convinced Grimmjow hated the sight of you. He hadn't tried to befriend you after, nor indicate wanting to see you again. It was probably just some pathetic display of testosterone, trying to get one up over the guy he hated. "Your guess is as good as mine, we haven't spoken since we got back. I was under the impression we wouldn't be seeing each other again"

"maybe he has feelings for you"

"and maybe you were dropped on your head as a baby" you laugh at his absurd notion. Grimmjow having feelings, next joke. Your stomach rumbled again, reminding you that you were wasting time in your office and not satisfying your hunger. You walk over to Renji, linking your arm with his own and directed him to the door "come on, you can buy me lunch"

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Grimmjow ran until his lungs burned. He ran until his legs were shaking with exhaustion, sweat coating his skin and then he ran some more. He ran from his fears, his responsibilities. He ran from his feelings and himself. Most of all, he ran as far away from you as he could until he fell to the ground covered in sweat. Panting hard, Grimmjow rolled to his back, closing his eyes against the burning sun waiting for his chest to stop heaving. Waiting for the uneasy weight in his chest to be lifted.

Grimmjow didn't want this, wasn't ready for this. He didn't have the first clue about actually being someone's alpha. He had only ever depended on himself, was only responsible for his own survival. Now he suddenly had a woman he was bound to, someone to take care of and provide for. The thought of it had him running away, how could he go back and face the reality? How? How had he bonded with someone who couldn't bond back. Why you? You with your weak body. You with your annoying remarks, your snappy wit.

Why you with your spellbinding attraction, your soft curvy body, your intoxicating moans. Grimmjow run his fingers though his hair, squeezing hard around the sweat soaked strands. What if you didn't want to be with him, how could he keep from going insane? Already he could feel the invisible pull, urging him to go back, to get you in his sights, in his arms. The unrelenting urgency he felt to make sure you were safe. Away from the threats you were unaware of.

You didn't know of the dangers, of the hidden monsters inside of a select few. Ichigo. Those captains. So ignorant to what those beasts could do to you, what they wanted to do to you. He shouldn't have bonded, he shouldn't have scent marked you. It put an invisible target on your back that you weren't aware of. A more horrifying thought though, what if you did want him back?

For all his confidence in himself, in his strength and his abilities, he was petrified at the notion of taking care of you. He didn't know about human relationships, what was expected of him, if he could even do it. The perverted hat wearing lunatic was rambling about flowers and walks. Was he expected to train you? Exercise you? And what the fuck were the flowers for?

He saw the way the shinigami looked at him, with hatred or disgust. They feared him, didn't want him around. He could deal with that, he didn't like them either. Grimmjow wasn't stupid, if you were with him, you'd get the same hate. The thought made him feel equally guilty and enraged at that fact. You didn't deserve hate for his past. What he had done under Aizens control still wasn't forgiven, even after all he did in the last war.

Grimmjow forced himself into a sit, looking out at the grassy field he had ended up in. There were no signs of life, just wide open space, freedom. That's everything he thought he always wanted, the freedom to go where he liked, do as he pleased. Ate because he was hungry, fucked because he was horny. Answering to no one, strong enough to not depend on anyone. Here it was, rolled out before him, his own personal paradise.

Yet that all seemed so unobtainable now. Everything was within his grasp, if only he could reach out and take it. His chest was tightening with yearning, his instincts demanding he return, find you, keep away those who intend to take what was his. Fighting against his desires to be free. He stood, looking out at the lush landscape. He needed to make a decision, here and now. Go back, give into his instincts and spend the rest of his life protecting you, providing for you. Even if you denied him, he would be there, silently watching over you. Or he could run. Keep moving, explore the land, find a place to claim as his own.

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After lunch, and answering more questions than you ever would have thought Renji could come up with, you had returned to the office. Renji begrudgingly agreed to not go after Grimmjow at your request. You didn't want anymore arguing, and you certainly didn't want any more trouble landing at your doorstep. In return you had promised to tell Renji yourself if anything else happens. An easy promise to make, considering you probably wouldn't be seeing Grimmjow other than in passing, and the fact that Ichigo isn't around you all that often.

You had arrived back to the questioning of your colleagues of the reason for your lieutenants unusual visit. While they knew you two were friends, he didn't tend to abuse his position to get you alone. You fobbed them off with an excuse, he was stressed with paperwork and needed your help to catch up. You could tell they didn't believe you, but you weren't about to tell them all the truth. That your best friend was pissed that you had slept with an arrancar, who then proceeded to attack his other friend for no apparent reason.

The whole situation was absurd, you just wanted things to go back to normal. You enjoyed your life as a shinigami, took pride in your work. You loved going on missions, getting to see more of soul society than what was confined to these walls. You had friends with whom you had fun in your off time, shopping and drinking the night away. You were content. What you didn't want was some psychotic animal leaving a trail of destruction where ever you traveled. You didn't want to have to look over your shoulder every time you left your home incase said psychotic animal decided to attack the next innocent bystander you were conversing with.

Luckily the working day came to a quick end, time flying when in the company of your office mates. You had refused their offer to join them for food and drinks, instead returning home to make yourself dinner. Which was what you were currently doing, standing at your stove making a simple but delicious meal of sticky ginger pork and fluffy rice. Your home smelt heavenly, the sweet sticky sauce coating the pork you were cooking was mouthwatering. You sampled the meat, stifling a groan at the taste. It was ready.

Just as you had outed the flame a heavy knock sounded at your door. Perfect timing, you thought as you longingly glanced at your meal before making your way to your door. Another, more hurried knock sounded before you even left the kitchen, prompting you to hasten your steps. You pulled open your door partially, peaking around to investigate your insistent knocker, letting your door swing open fully at the sight of your unexpected guest.

"Grimmjow" you breathed his name. How the hell did he know where you lived? And more importantly, what was he doing here? Grimmjow looked increasingly uncomfortable, his eyes were downcast, avoiding looking at you directly. He had what appeared to be grass stains on his clothes, contrasting brilliantly against his stone coloured garb. In fact, he looked as haggard as his clothing. His hair was messily sticking out at odd angles as though he'd been dragged backwards through a hedge, or had run his fingers through it repeatedly at least "what are you..?"

"Here" Grimmjow muttered in a gruff tone, thrusting into your personal space his hand clutching too tightly around what appeared to be flowers. Wild flowers to be exact. Some of the stems were bent and more than half had missing petals. By the clumps of soil clinging to the exposed roots, it appeared Grimmjow had ripped them all from the ground himself, none to delicately. It was as sweet a gesture as it was a confusing one. Why did he get you flowers?

You took them carefully, attempting not to drop any of the poorly put together bouquet. Soil sprinkled to the ground at the change of hands, landing between you. Grimmjow avoided looking directly at you, silently cursing himself for listening to that crazy bastard. You didn't seem overjoyed, you looked baffled. If Urahara was just trying to make him look like a fool... there wasn't a place here nor the world of the living he could hide from Grimmjow's wrath.

You lent in slightly to inhale the sweet flowery aroma. Despite their appearance, they did smell beautiful. The thanks died on your tongue as Grimmjow forced himself pass you, inviting himself into your home, roughly shoving you out the way with his shoulder to make room for his large frame "please come in". You grumble quietly, closing the door to follow him. You busied yourself finding something to put the flowers in as Grimmjow scanned the area, picking up some of the ornaments you had scattered around to give the place a homely feel. He seemed particularly interested in your CD player, something you had acquired from the world of the living. While it wasn't illegal, it wasn't exactly encouraged to bring anything back.

Grimmjow looked around your den, you had so much useless crap here. The place smelt like you, everything had your scent lingering on its surface. He could smell something delicious wafting in from the kitchen, something sweet and meaty, reminding Grimmjow he hadn't eaten yet today, to busy having his world collapse around him. He felt awkward, uncomfortable here. He had gone over everything he had wanted to say on the way over here, rehearsing what he needed to tell you. Now that he was here, it all abandoned him. The urge to run away again was building.

Grimmjow wasn't a coward, and he was done running away. He was going to face his problem head on, the way any king should. He distracted himself with a strange black box he didn't know the function of. He poked it curiously, the raised circle he jabbed getting pushed down. Interesting. He discovered all the little raised circles sunk into the box when pressure was added, a lid opened when he pressed a particular one.

After placing the flowers in a long drinking glass and placing it in the centre of your table, you make your way over to Grimmjow to save your music player from his not so gentle probing. "Would you like me to turn it on?" Grimmjow ripped his hand away from the strange black box as though he hadn't just been pressing every button he could see. Distracted, he didn't hear your approach. He grunted noncommittally, careful not to show his interest.

You came to stand next to him, turning the player on and readjusting all the settings he had unknowingly messed up. Maybe music would relax him enough to spill the reason he had came. You didn't for a second think he had come over purely for your company. There had to be something he wanted. Grimmjow didn't seem the type to have friends, or want friendship for that matter. The thought made you a little sad. Everyone should have friends, experience the joy you yourself felt when in the company of those you held dear. Maybe you should try to be a little nicer to him.

Grimmjow cocked his head slightly when the box produced music. He had already experienced the different notes mixing together rhythmically. From the bars here in soul society and from Aizen himself. What you were playing though was better than what Aizen had listen to. It wasn't as sharp, didn't have those high screeching notes that made him want to rip his ears off. No this was deeper, with a low thump that made him feel his heart beat in sync with the beat.

"so, how can I help you?" You asked him, getting to the root of his surprise visit, you had an idea, as unbelievable as it may appear. Grimmjow reluctantly turned to you, swallowing harshly against the lump in his voice. Everything he had planned to say suddenly abandoned him, left him floundering with what to say. His mouth opened and closed a couple times, before growling in annoyance. You staring at him with your wide expectant eyes, head tilted adorably as you waited for him to speak. Maybe you weren't bad, as far as shinigami went. Pretty even.

"I need to tell you something" Grimmjow rushed out the sentence as you spoke your own. Over lapping with his, he almost missed it,almost "if you're here to apologise..?"

Grimmjow stared at you, your words registering in his head. Apologise ? The fuck were you on about?

"Why the fuck would I apologise?" He snapped, getting immediately defensive. He's not even done anything yet! And he brought the bitch flowers! If that hat wearing freak told him that just to embarrass him, Grimmjow was going to kill him

"for this morning? Attacking Ichigo for no reason and shoving me to the ground in the process?" What the fuck. Grimmjows chest burned with unrestrained rage. Ichigo? ICHIGO?! That bastards name on your tongue had him seeing red. He was not about to loose you to him, no fucking way. Over Grimmjow's dead body. Grimmjow's arm snapped forward with an explosion of aggression, fist slamming into the wall between you. The plaster cracked and splintered around the gaping hole now left in your wall, dust billowing out around his shaking fist. The floor was littered with stone and plaster, along with your dresser and ornaments. His chest was heaving, pupils narrowed into slits as he glared at you

"Grimmjow!" It was one thing for the brute to invite himself into your home, it was another to punch a hole through your damn wall! Your own anger bubbled up, releasing in the form of a harsh shove against the mad man's chest "what the fuck is wrong with you! First Ichigo, now my wall, you." Your sentence ended with an abrupt squeal when Grimmjow growled, pinning you against the wall. Your wrists were trapped above your head, secure in his unbreakable hold. His large body pressed against yours, keeping you in place as his ragged breathing ghosted over your face.

You matched his energy, chest heaving with anger, shock, a little arousal... you tugged on your arms, testing the strength he used to hold you. You wouldn't be breaking free of him easily. You gave him your most serious glare, jutting your chin up defiantly. "Let me go asshole"

"That's the last time you are going to speak his name". Grimmjow growled warningly, low, deadly, inches from your face. "He can't have you" he barked, spitting with the ferocity he used to expel the words. His fingers tightened on your wrists, large hand easily wrapping around them both. His other took hold of your hip, pushing you further into his body. "You're mine"

"You don't own me Grimmjow, I can speak to whomever I decide" How had he even gotten it into his head that Ichigo wanted you? It was preposterous, absurd to even think that. Not only was Ichigo a child in comparison to you , he was also very happy with one Inoue Orihime. You didn't even know each other that well, spent hardly any time together, especially when not in the company of mutual friends. You weren't about to be dictated to, about who you could speak to. Not by Grimmjow, not by anyone.

"You are mine." Grimmjow didn't even seem to hear you, intent on having is own moronic one sided conversation. His head dipped into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply "my scent, my mark" you felt his tongue swipe up the side of your neck, nipping harshly just below your ear. You shuddered involuntarily, his hot breath cooling the wet stripe he had left sending a jolt of apprehension through you.

"He can't protect you like I can.." the seductive purr laced with malice whispering in your ear, thick with prideful certainty. His hand left your hip, pushing between your bodies to cup your hidden pussy, heel of his palm roughly grinding over your mound possessively, staking his claim. "Can't satisfy you like I can.."

Your body betrayed you, reacting favourably to his rough treatment. You felt heat pool between your legs, nipples hardening under your uniform. Your breasts heaved with every breath, no longer fulled by anger but arousal. The way he so easily dominated you, held you prisoner against his rock hard body, ignited your erogenous zone to life with his attention. All easily breaking your resolve, knees shaking with adrenaline, you struggled to remember why you were so adamant of not sleeping with him again.

"Grimmjow" your voice was soft, pleading. When he pulled back to look you in your eyes, the shocking blue darkening with possessive desire, you surged forward with desperate haste, slamming your lips together with his in a hungry kiss. Grimmjow jerked back his head, confused by your actions. The fuck was that? A weak attempt of a head butt? His tongue swiped over his bottom lip, tasting your lingering sweet taste. His eye brows were furrowed, trying to decipher if you were trying to fight him or what?

You understood quickly, somehow you've become attuned to Grimmjow, understanding him more with each interaction. Not letting that conclusion deter you from what you were attempting to take. Grimmjow had probably never kissed anyone before, not as a hollow at least, not in the way you were used to . You had to speak his language, interact the way he knows. Grimmjow lived by a different set of rules and customs, you couldn't expect him to automatically know everything you did. Carefully you leaned in, arms straining against his hold, refusing to let you go. He held still, anticipating your next move, yet allowing you the freedom to try.

You nudged his jaw with your nose, softly, cautiously, before placing a small kiss there. You licked your way up his cheek, wetting the corner of his slightly parted lips. You each held still, breath mingling between you, heating the atmosphere surrounding you. Feeling safe that he wasn't about to bite, you lick your way across his lips, showing, explaining with actions. Pressing your lips firmly against his own. His language mixing with your own.

Luckily, Grimmjow was a quick learner. With lightening fast reflexes, reminiscent of his feline heritage, Grimmjow released your arms, wrapping his own around your thighs and throwing you up the wall, pinning you there with his hips. You wrap your arms around his thick neck, holding him as close to you as possible. Your back slammed into the cool wall behind you, Grimmjow grinding himself into your core as he brutally slammed his lips to yours.

There was nothing sensual or romantic in the way Grimmjow kissed you. It was brutal, and savage, ravishing your mouth with the intent to take. To claim. And you were all too willing to surrender. His bit at your bruising bottom lip with a sharp nip, taste of blood staining your mouth. He hungrily lapped over the swelling ache, catching the droplets of blood on his tongue before forcing it into your mouth. His fingers digged in painfully to your thighs keeping you in position as he earnestly thrust his hips, pressing his rapidly inflating cock against your pussy.

Your hips bucked erratically, searching for the stimulation, moaning into his mouth when you found it. Grimmjows tongue invaded your mouth, lavishly lapping at your tongue, tasting every inch of your mouth. It was messy and dirty, and so incredibly erotic. Fingers intertwining with his hair tightened, you tugged his head back, satisfied with a groan rumbling in his throat. You saw his eyes roll to the back of his head before his lids closed, surprisingly turned on by your own rough treatment.

You licked up his straining neck, his Adam's apple protruding nicely under the taunt skin. You graze your teeth over his skin, teasingly feigning your own bite when Grimmjow growled, snapping his darkened eyes to yours. Effortlessly he pulled you from the wall, carrying you blindly to your dining room table. With a rough swipe of his hand he sent the candles and placemats tumbling across your floor with heavy thuds, ripping the chair out of his way and letting it clatter to the floor noisily, so to easily spread your legs and claim his rightful place between them.

Grimmjow drank you in, the sight of you laid out beneath him, fire passionately burning in your eyes as you await his touch. The smell of your arousal flooding the room, the ghostly remnants of your tongue burning the side of his neck. He had gotten so swept away in his sudden rage, blinding lust that he almost forgotten why he had come here. For the first time since he was made aware of his bonding, he felt a spike of eagerness. Is this how it could be? Could you happily be mated to him, live your life under his protection, willingly spend your nights under him?

Grimmjow's libido was suddenly dowsed by the frigid, ice cold slap of uncertainty. Realisation dawning on him that he actually wanted this. Wanted you, by his side. A wave of nausea rippled through him at the thought. It was too much, too foreign, too new. His mouth dried suddenly, tongue feeling too large in his mouth as he watched you staring quizzically back at him with half hooded eyes.

Getting impatient your hands reached for him, tugging at his open top, attempting to shift him into motion. Grimmjow halted you with a grip on your wrist, he had to tell you before it got to far, had to explain before he got to immersed into the possibilities. "I won't be able to stop.." he voiced his discovery. If he had you again, now, he would always want you, wouldn't be able to let you go. If you refused his advances... he didn't know what he would be capable of.

You rolled your hips invitingly, brushing over his straining cock, deflating in its confines. You didn't understand the warning, you wanted this, wanted him inside you. "I know, just.. come on"you try to placate him, attempting to tug your hand away from his grasp to continue what had been started

"No, you don't understand " Grimmjow took hold of your other wandering hand, pinning them both at your sides as he leaned over you, needing to see your face when he told you the truth, understand the emotions on your face "you're not listening"

"Grimmjow?.."you asked concerned at the sudden change. Where was the passion, the animalistic urgency you had come to associate with him? He looked worried, vulnerable, not something you had ever seen on his face. Your body relaxed, sexual tension snapping immediately. "What's wrong?"

His hands gently squeezed around your wrists, tongue poking out to wet his suddenly dry lips. His chest heaved deeply, gathering all the courage he needed to speak the words "I.."

his head whipped around suddenly to the door, raspy protective growl vibrating in his chest. Before you had the chance to ask, a knock echoed through your home, alerting you to the presence outside that Grimmjow was already aware of.

"Damn" you sat up easily, Grimmjow stepping away from you. He almost looked relieved at the interruption, though his eyes never left your own. Another knock had you shifting the the edge of the table, easily sliding to your feet. "I'll go get rid of them.." you promised, touching his chest lightly as you passed "then we'll talk"

You left Grimmjow in your living room, adjusting your uniform as you made it to the door. "Nezuko" You feigned shocked happiness as your neighbour stood awkwardly at your door, attempting to peer past you into your home "what can I do for you?"

"I heard banging, I just wanted to make sure everything was okay?" She asked you quietly, as though there was some foe hidden in your apartment listening in to your conversation. She was a sweet woman, if a little skittish. You smile warmly at her concern, hushing her worries

"Im fine, was just moving some furniture. I apologise for the noise" a rush of relief washed over her face before offering you a sheepish smile. You ended the exchange as quickly as you could without being rude, promising a shopping trip in the near future, before closing the door and rushing back to where you left Grimmjow.

The space was empty, no sign of the whirlwind that had messed up your living space. "Grimmjow?" Your call echoed through your home, being met with silence. Carefully avoiding the mess on the floor, you sweep your home. Bathroom and office coming up empty you enter your bedroom, only to be met with the sight of your bedroom window open wide, curtains fluttering in the breeze forcing its way into the room.

#bleach #bleach fanfiction #bleach smut #Accidental mate #grimmjow x you #grimmjow x reader #grimmjow smut #grimmjow jaegerjaquez

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ichinoue · 9 months

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I just finished watching bleach, and I'm not much of a shipper, as in I didn't care for the ships. But ichihime just didn't make sense to me, I have no problem with renruki but ichihime just didn't do it. So like I'm genuinely curious as to how they stuck out for people like you who absolutely adore it, I've also seen alot of hate towards it so once again I'm curious. Is there any reason that you personally always loved the ship? Be it their chemistry? Or interactions?I don't know I just want to see the appeal

Well, for starters, if you've only watched the anime, I think that can definitely taint your perception of IH because the animators butchered it so much compared to how it actually is in the manga, especially in the early arcs. I made a post on the very first IH moment in the anime vs. the manga here although it's pretty old so the links I used as references are probably broken now. But I definitely recommend reading the manga to get a true sense of what their dynamic is like!

Honestly it's hard to sum up why I love this ship so much without pulling out a bunch of manga pages and turning this into a full blown essay of things I've already said a million times before (but I'll attach a bunch of links to some of those posts below lol).

But I just love the sweetness of IchiHime. The mutual respect. The selfless care and consideration they have for each other. How dorky they are together. The way they make each other better, and stronger. The way Orihime can pull so many passionate, emotional reactions out of Ichigo--the way he softens around her, the blind rage when his enemies use her to taunt him, the way he flies off the handle in a panic when he thinks she's in danger, the depression he fell into when she was gone, the relief he feels when he realizes she's okay. The puppy dog eyes he gives her. The way everyone else kicks him in the head or punches him to lift his spirits, but Orihime--she only has to use gentle words. The vow to protect, the rising up from the dead to keep that vow. Not even death could keep them apart. Orihime wanting to love Ichigo in every lifetime she lives, she would choose him every single time. And yet she never expected him to love her back--he just did. All on his own. He was pining for her, they were pining for each other. It was mutual long before they even knew it.

And I think Kubo did so well writing for the IchiHime relationship. It's got cute, heartfelt moments, angsty teenager moments, silly, comedic relief moments, and dramatic, life-or-death moments. You can see their development from one arc to the next, see the clear-cut changes and growth in their dynamic from beginning to end. They never stopped changing, and growing closer over time. Which created a nice, long slow-burn for me to sink my teeth into over the course of Bleach's 15 year run.

Anyway, here's some links of posts that explain different aspects that I love about this pairing:

I have an extremely long masterpost about IchiHime here, which mostly goes into detail about why I think it was obvious for canon, but it covers almost every single IH moment in detail and my love for the pairing and reasons for shipping it are pretty much woven into the fabric of this post lol.

The chemistry of IchiHime.

My top 3 favorite IchiHime moments.

Masterpost of moments where Ichigo and Orihime protect each other.

IchiHime implications of the lust arc.

Ichigo being teased about Orihime.

Ichigo's vow to protect Orihime.

Ichigo and Orihime's growing feelings for each other.

Orihime consistently being singled out to target Ichigo's heart.

Orihime loving Ichigo's kindness.

Ichigo being receptive to Orihime's feelings.

And these are some posts made by other people that I like:

A post about Ichigo's feelings for Orihime.

This one is an image post that basically combines almost every single IchiHime moment from the first to last chapter, as a visual reference.

A response my friend gave when asked the reasons that they ship IchiHime that I wholeheartedly agree with.

And another list of reasons.

I also just really love this post.

#IchiHime #fav

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uraichievents · 1 year

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Monday, June 26th, 2023 - Sunday, July 2nd, 2023

General Info

What is UraIchi Week?

It’s a week-long fanworks event to promote the Urahara Kisuke x Kurosaki Ichigo ship. There’s no sign-up, it’s just for fun, and everybody can participate. Completed works and wips are both acceptable, and any type of fanwork (fanfic, fanart, gifsets, etc.) is welcome. NSFW and/or potentially trigger-y content is allowed, although please remember to tag your works properly.

The ship itself can be written romantically or platonically so long as it stars these two characters together in some way. Poly ships are also fine so long as Ichigo and Kisuke are still the focus of the fanwork. And crossovers and fusions are also allowed even if it isn’t one of the given prompts for the event. Basically, anything goes, and the only criteria is that it has to be UraIchi-centric.

Posting:

For those of you with Tumblr, you can tag your stuff with #UraIchi Week 2023 in the first five tags of your post. I’ll be tracking that tag so I’ll see it and reblog it to this blog. (If it’s been a few days since you posted and I still haven’t reblogged it, something probably went wrong, Tumblr’s not always reliable, so just shoot me an ask about it and I’ll reblog it.)

For those of you with AO3, I will create a collection a day or two before the event starts, and you’ll be able to add your work to the collection when you post. (I’ll toss up a notice for everyone once the collection is up.)

And of course we have our Discord server (link is on the sidebar) so if you want to come and talk about what you’re working on or you just want to chat, feel free to join us there!

At this point, the UraIchi Server has definitely gotten a lot bigger than just UraIchi, but we do still have channels dedicated to UraIchi events.

~ Themes

The votes are in and tallied so here are the results that everyone’s been waiting for! It’s your choice whether or not you want to make a fanwork that includes all the themes of that day, or a fanwork for each theme, or a fanwork for just one. You can make something for each day of the week or just one or two days. And if your fanwork doesn’t fit any of the themes, there’s a Creator’s Choice option on the last day so feel free to bring your own ideas to this event. All prompts can be interpreted any way you want as well, it’s entirely up to you, any extra bits I’ve added is just to help get those inspiration bunnies hopping.

An extra note about the sentence prompts: feel free to change the tenses and pronouns as it suits you. If you’re inspired by a sentence prompt, then of course you should include it in your fic (as opposed to the quote prompts which are just inspiration in a general-theme-of-your-work sort of way), but if you need to change the tense from present to past, or if you’re doing a genderbend fic and need to change the pronoun, that’s perfectly fine.

And now here are the prompts:

June 26th, 2023 - Day 1: the passage of time is a game-changer, for better or for worse

Time Travel AU / Dimension Travel AU

"At this point, I've died so many times, once more isn't going to make a difference."

Post-Canon AU

"This isn't your responsibility." / "It isn't yours either."

June 27th, 2023 - Day 2: o if only the dead could speak— you would hear the stories they could tell, of the terrible things we did for love

Loyalty Kink

"Him or the world? That's easy."

Oaths / Vows

"Everything I've ever let go of has claw marks on it." - David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

June 28th, 2023 - Day 3: is there really so great a difference, between man and martyr and monster?

vs. Gotei 13 AU

"You could at least keep your pet killer on a leash."

Mafia AU

"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you look when considering violence?" - Terry Pratchett, Going Postal

June 29th, 2023 - Day 4: i was never human to begin with (you made sure of that)

Feral

Eldritch/Horror/Supernatural Elements AU

Binding Contracts

"Is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?" - Friedrich Nietzsche

June 30th, 2023 - Day 5: our love was forged across battlefields (we fought for every bit of it, every single day)

Soulmates AU

"I want you to stay. Am I still not being clear enough?"

Arranged Marriage AU

"We accept the love we think we deserve." - Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

July 1st, 2023 - Day 6: redemption or destruction— which one will you be to me?

Touch-Starved Character(s)

"I've forgotten how to be kind."

Mask

"I desire the things that will destroy me in the end." - Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

July 2nd, 2023 - Day 7:

Creator’s Choice!

#psa #uraichi #bleach #uraichi week 2023 #uraichi week

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wulvercazz · 5 months

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🤖A Taste of Humanity💕

We've come to the end of this short AU ;w; Hope you enjoy✨

Previous~

Ichigo's quiet, somber, walk back into the garage didn't go unnoticed. Grimmjow stared quietly, eyeing thoughtfully the heavy backpack and the lost look behind Ichigo's eyes. But not much was discussed about what he found that night. Not about the state that the apartment was in, or the destroyed lab - beyond mentioning in passing how Ichigo had looked through the rubble - or whatever Ichigo's theories on everything were.

All they did the next few nights was pretend this was normal, that Ichigo pulling parts of his insides apart and back together was normal. That a silent prototype, that Professor Jaegerjaquez had never bothered to speak to him about, uknowingly donating its bits and pieces to him was, too, normal. That the way his sythetic skin seemed to almost shiver when Ichigo's hands dipped right inside his ribcage wasn't at all worrying.

At least, Ichigo's continuous amazement with his body kept him a step off the existential crisis; the human had almost lost his own breath when he installed his diaphragm and, in automatic coded response, his lungs inflated with a deep first 'breath'.

He'd stared for a full, uncomfortable minute at the way it all shifted inside of him, at his chest rising and falling- as if alive.

Grimmjow doesn't know much about Professor Jaegerjaquez's reasons, but he knows for certain that humanity was his utmost priority when he planned him. Clearly, something had gone entirely, horribly wrong, because the first memory he ever saved into his brand new core was of the professor: vomiting all across the shiny floor after staring at him with what his newborn emotion reading systems classified as regret. He's aware that what he is is more of a perversion of humanity than anything close to it; but Ichigo... Ichigo looks at him in ways undecypherable even to his advanced sensors. Like he could find companionship on him - a depraved piece of metal bent in the shape of a man.

Not that Ichigo seems to realize, or attempts not to. The one night stands continue, the loud moans and screams, the oddly warm goodbyes the morning after that never quite reach Ichigo's cold hard eyes. Grimmjow feels almost guilty about finding reassurance on how robotic Ichigo himself can be; if he stares hard enough, he could probably guess the 'code' to follow happening in his head. 'Smile, be nice, offer help, a last kiss - not too deep - smile again. Close the door and drop the act.'

He doesn't act that way around him, and he shouldn't feel pride at that... but he does. Grimmjow finds himself initiating conversations more, asking about Ichigo like he asked about him once; and learns he's not the only tight-lipped consciousness living in this garage.

"Your earlobe piercings." He starts one of those times, knowing now that superficial questions are the best way to start with Ichigo. "Why did you get them?"

"Uh-" Ichigo's startled from his work replacing Grimmjow's abdomen muscle-gel cover.

"I don't know... I guess, I like the look. I was a teenager then, there wasn't much reason to it other than I felt like it."

Grimmjow ponders for a few seconds, only to blurt right out; "give me one."

"Eh?"

"An earlobe piercing, dumbass."

"I got that." Ichigo huffs at him, but anger comes and goes for him quickly as always. "I just would've never expected you to want one."

"You just said there wasn't much reason to yours." Without much of an argument to that, Ichigo agreed in the end; grabbing a needle-like stiff wire sharp enough to pierce through Grimmjow's synthetic, and quite dense, white skin.

"In three-"

"I can't feel pain, genius, just do it."

"Right..." Ichigo had brough over on of his old earrings, a simple metal bling; put it on him with the same ridiculous care he always gave him.

"It looks good." His voice soft, his warm fingers lingering far too long on the newly pierced ear. He blames Ichigo's touchy fucking nature for suddenly getting the urge to ask something more daring. Something that he won't admit to having thought far too long about.

"What does it feel like," his voice quiet, Ichigo barely registers it enough to stop looking at the new piercing and instead look into Grimmjow's eyes. "Kissing?"

And perhaps it's that same touchiness that has a mere half second of surprise fill Ichigo's eyes before it's overcome by the dark bleed of his pupils looking down at his lips. "Want me to show you?"

Grimmjow wants to say no. A simple explanation should be enough, his mind is scrambling through all bits and pieces of information stored there for any sort of protocol for this type of situation- and when he finds none... something else entirely that Professor Jaegerjaquez didn't program into him makes him nod dumbly.

"Close your eyes." He feels Ichigo whisper against his lips, and he doesn't want to - but all rational processes in his system seem to have been overriden by a force above himself. Making him do just that, making him sag into his sole arm and let the mechanic press his lips to his, nip at them, slide his tongue in; simply rests his head in his gloved hands and lets Ichigo do with him as he will.

The idiot starts acting all weird the days following the kiss. Skirting his way about their next conversations, whatever this stupid human sentiment is... Grimmjow wants none of it. Ichigo's cheeks pink in embarrasment whenever their eyes meet, like Grimmjow didn't ask for it in the first place. His hands almost ghost his skin as he continues to fix him, like they didn't press hungrily into it that night. He spends more time in that forgotten lab "gathering parts" than here ('with him', he almost adds, but that is too much even for him), like something terrible might happen if he's around too long.

"Fucking decide already-" he snaps at him, Ichigo's hands attaching the last few cables into his new arm in the same odd, awful silence he's been working in the past week. Makes the idiot jump in his seat like he did that first time he spoke to him "- if you're disgusted by me just throw me out to street. If you're not, stop acting like it."

"Grimmjow! I already told you- I- I'm not-"

"Do you regret kissing me, then?" He pushes on, "if so just fucking say so and move on. You acting like I'm a thing again is tiring, I don't understand it and it pisses me off!" He's not sure why he's shouting. Why the mess of cables in his throat seem to tie in knots, or why he cares so fucking much about this at all.

But something clearer, realization - and then guilt - show on Ichigo's face before he drops back into his seat by the worktable and covers his face in, shame... perhaps. "I'm sorry- I'm sorry I don't- I didn't mean..."

He doesn't get it. Just like the Professor's sudden, overwhelming anguish didn't make sense at all, Ichigo's inner turmoils coming to the surface before him just make his mind come to blank mental screens. Its infuritating.

"I'm not good at... it's the... the feeling thing. I... I panicked when kissing you felt... so good."

Laughter, true, uncontrollable laughter, had been another one of those foreign things to him until that day. That Ichigo worried about human emotions more than him... that he was feeling... well... hurt, at the possibility of rejection. What a mess.

What a fucking mess.

Grimmjow promised, after laughing some more, that he wouldn't ask for more touch out of the blue, but he'd be always open to it when Ichigo wanted it; and Ichigo... had agreed to speaking more openly to him.

Ichigo was still awkward, clumsy even in his own human-ness; but he was kind enough to remind him (with a flustered pout) that no one was good at this human thing. That in the end... the human experience was full of fumbling around in the dark, trying to make the best of things without knowing where you're truly going half the time.

~💕🤖💕~

I never intended to make it a huge world-changing plot, but rather, as you'll have noticed by now, make it a simple thing about two very different beings finding some sort of similar comfort and grounding on each other<33 Sorry there's no real smutty writing in the main story,,, an extra subscriber-only art and writting post does exist on my substar/patreonn (and I'll post a sneak to it tomorrow),,, but this au called for more character introspection than smut like my aus usually do lol! Anyway-- ty so much for reading💕

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#Android AU #ichigo kurosaki #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #ichigrimm #一グリ #nsft #Android!Grimmjow #bleach

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brittscafe · 9 months

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Hiii can you do headcanons for Mayuri falling in love with a childhood friend

ahhh yesss! I think Mayuri is such a complex and interesting character which is why I love writing about him :)

You both were friends at a young age as you lived outside the walls of soul society.

Once Mayuri and you became very close, he disappeared one day leaving you.

It comes to Mayuri as a shock when you come into the soul society as one of Ichigo's friends trying to rescue Rukia from her execution decades later.

Of course, he's got a watchful eye on you as you run throughout the maze of the soul society.

He sits in his lab and watches you day by day.

Unknown to you, he's been coming to your aide as you go through obstacles and unfriendly soul reapers.

You end up in the 12th division barracks and you're surrounded by the members of the Research and Development Institute.

Mayuri easily senses your presence and rushes his way to the front.

Once Mayuri steps inside the room and you lock eyes, your heart drops.

You instantly recognize the boy behind all the face paint and makeup caked onto his face.

The members of the 12th squad seem to disappear as they realize that you're not a threat.

Mayuri and you stand perfectly still, hearts ramming as you gaze into each other's eyes.

"I like the new look. Mad scientist?" you speak up, gulping and swallowing your anxiety.

"Yeah. That's what I was going for," Mayuri replies shyly.

"I remember. That's what you wanted to be...a scientist. I guess you got your dream, huh?" you comment, stepping forward.

Although, you were curious. What happened to him? What happened to the electric blue hair and golden hues of his eyes?

What happened to the innocent little boy you used to know?

You immediately throw your arms around him and squeeze him tightly.

"W-what are you doing?" Mayuri stutters out, unsure what to do with his hands.

His emotions come flooding in, emotions that he hasn't felt since he last saw you.

"I never thought I would see you again," you comment, a smile tugging on your face.

Mayuri's mouth gapes open and he nods his head.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles out, lowering his head with shame.

You furrow your eyebrows as you're confused with his words until he reaches out.

You gasp loudly as his fingernail strikes you in the chest and your body rattles.

You glance down at the long fingernail extending into your chest and your eyelids start to become heavy.

Mayuri didn't know what to do, but he knew that you couldn't be here.

Once you wake up, you find yourself in a jail cell with Mayuri standing outside and watching you.

This time, he looks like himself. No makeup or face paint on him.

He spends hour apologizing to you about how much he's changed as a person and you couldn't even recognize him anymore.

Tears are gleaming in your eyes and you shake your head.

"I still recognize the same boy I knew all those years ago," you speak softly and his eyes widen.

Mayuri goes against his morals and decides to let you out and even helps you save Rukia.

After Aizen betrays the soul society, Yamamoto decides to let you stay and help the soul reapers.

As you and Mayuri grow closer and closer as you work together in his lab, you consume Mayuri's days.

Soft touches are shared and laughter lingers in the air.

It becomes very obvious to everyone in the soul society that Mayuri is head over heels in love with you.

Mayuri isn't very good at expressing his feelings so he decides to use his actions.

You're both working a late night in the lab and Mayuri pulls your chair over to his, pressing his lips against yours.

A soft 'I love you' was said between you two as you pull way from the kiss.

#bleach #mayuri kurotsuchi #mayuri x reader #bleach mayuri #bleachanime #bleach headcanons #bleach anime #bleach x female reader #bleachichigo #bleach x y/n #bleach x you #bleach x reader #bleach imagines #captain kurotsuchi #nemu kurotsuchi #sfw

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animeyanderelover · 7 months

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Happy New Year! Also may I request Ryuken, Uryu, Byakuya, and Soi fon with a proud Quincy darling.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusion, isolation, restriction, controlling behavior, overprotective behavior

Proud Quincy darling

Ishida Uryu

🏹Honestly, he'd warm up very quickly to you simply because you're so unashamed and proud of your inheritage. His father has told him his whole life that he should give up on his Quincy life and focus on jobs that can actually earn money and until the awakening of Yhwach, you are the only living Quincy he knows next to his father. That would make him quite protective of you, especially as he believes you to be one of the last ones of the Quincy. Very much against the thought of Shinigami anywhere near you and if he's known you before meeting Ichigo, he's all the more aloof and unfriendly to the boy and strictly against the idea of joining him in his attempt to save Rukia. It might get a little bit less worse around Ichigo and Rukia but with other Shinigami he never shakes off his guarded behavior. Despite his obsessive and controlling attitude, Uryu wouldn't be fully opposed to you being on the battlefield, although that comes with the price of him never leaving you out of his sight. He knows that you're capable with your abilities but that has never stopped him from worrying too much about you.

Kuchiki Byakuya

🌸Byakuya is trying to be subtle about his obsession as he fully knows that this is bound to go wrong. Quincy were nearly eradicated by his kind so many years ago and you live in the human world whilst he resides in Soul Society. Feelings aren't something one can control though and it's frustrating for him. Byakuya doesn't want this really, he doesn't want to fall in love with a Quincy because even if he doesn't harbor any grudges against your kind, he just finds the concept of loving one very strange. Your pride and confidence are traits he admires in battlefield but hates outside of it as it causes you to butt heads with him very often as soon as he attempts to restrict you, draw you back from reckless fights. He's a very controlling individual if he desires to be but you aren't someone who just takes his bullshit because in your eyes he doesn't hold any power over you. You aren't even a citizen in Soul Society. The lack of control he has over you silently torments the Captain but he never shows that to others. He has to proceed more carefully as his high position is in this case not as affective as it would be with a darling who is part of Soul Society.

Soi Fon

🐝Soi Fon is a secretive simp but she'd rather not show that to her darling in favor of maintaining her cold demeanor and her position as the Captain of the 2nd Division. She respects you a lot, she admires ans fawns silently over you when no one is watching even but she very much refuses to show that side of her to others or even around you. At least she's partially aware that it's embarrassing but that doesn't keep her from fangirling and obsessing over you anyways and sometimes she slips up with that only to do her best to cover her small mistake up as good as possible. Needless to say though, she has a fear to be abandoned by you because you're a Quincy and she's a Shinigami which means that both of you don't even reside in the same world. Yoruichi's leave has given her a lasting trauma that hasn't disappeared even after she's bonded with the woman again so she's very set on trying to keep you in Soul Society as long as possible, even though she knows that she won't be able to keep you there. Both of you get into a surprising amount of arguments because both of you have a lot of pride and won't back down if you have differing opinions.

Ishida Ryuken

◻️Ryuken and his darling are bound to get into a lot of arguments because even if both of them are Quincy, both of them have very different views on how to live. You carry yourself with pride and use your abilities to not let the memory of the Quincy die out in which case you remind Ryuken a lot of his own son. Ryuken himself has distanced himself from his heritage and doesn't indulge openly in his powers. Worst for you is that he asks you to do the same, to take a few steps back and just focus on the world you live in, on finding a job that can earn you money. He's fully aware that he's hurting your pride and your feelings but would rather prefer you having a mundane job and forgetting about fighting Hollows than risking your life in battles which won't earn you anything at all. He's trying to be reasonable with you at first but quickly turns very strict about it if you don't listen to him. If you mention as much as wanting to help the Shinigami with their fights as his own son does, he's very quick to stop you from even daring to continue such silly thoughts. If he has to restrict your abilities to stop you from being too cocky, he knows how to do so.

#yandere bleach #yandere ishida #yandere ishida uryu #yandere byakuya #yandere kuchiki byakuya #yandere soi fon #yandere ryuken #yandere ishida ryuken

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cookieswithay · 7 months

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"The happy feelings club!"

🧡Ichigo x Orihime🧡 Ichihime fic

💝Episode 1: The gingers meet!

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• Ichigo's pov!

• "Don't let it happen again, Kurosaki."

• "Yeah, yeah. It won't."

• Once again, I'm leaving the principal's office. But at least I got sent for actual reason this time.

• Hi there, I'm Ichigo Kurosaki. Near straight A student. I got 2 sisters and 1 insane dad. And I'm a natural carrot top. You'd think with my high grades and all, teachers wouldn't pay me any mind. But no. I'm on everyone's radar. The color orange means trouble. Everyone picks a fight. But, I know how to win this messed up game...most of the time.

• "Did you hear? That guy punched someone."

• "No way, that's horrible."

• "Whispers" aren't anything new, but this rumor has truth in it. (Although those girls could at least TRY to be quiet) The "guy" I punched, was some loser who thought he could get handsy with the girls in my class. I don't know them very well, but I'm not a fan of hearing my classmates scream. So I took care of him. Nice and quick.

• (Tatsuki wanted to kill him, so I just took the fall.)

• "Oh no,"

• One of the girls griped.

• "Here comes that orange haired girl again."

• Orange haired girl? This cruddy school has one? Since when? I turned around and sure enough, there's a carrot top! She's running down the hall...towards me. I...should run, but... My feet feel stuck to the ground. She screeches to a halt and fell to her knees panting. So...she shouldn't of ran that fast. A few minutes passed and she's still wheezing. Damn, is she okay?

• "Um, are you okay?"

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• Orihime's pov

• My lungs...are burning! But...I wanna...pass...these out! My name is Orihime Inoue! I have a busy older brother and I'm new to this school! I also like "weird combinations" of food. (Sweet treats ramen is so tasty!) And last but not least, I'm in charge of the happy feelings club! A blissful hour of doing your favorite things at school! All I need to do is get 3 more members and we can stay afloat. Hence my constant flyer passing! Like right now. But, I REALLY need to...catch...my breath. This tall guy...looks real nice.

• "Should I get the nurse...?"

• (Ichigo said that) Ah! Not the nurse again! I'll get scolded! I shot up. And I was face to face with a...with a...super cute boy. His hair is orange too...And...he probably has girlfriend! Don't wanna get my hopes up for nothing! I scrambled to my feet. I'm not dirty, am I?

• "Hi!"

• I said, flashing my persuasion smile. (It always works!)

• "I'm Orihime Inoue and I run the happy feelings club!"

• The cutie noodle looked confused. But, that's okay. It's a new club, so of course he never heard of it. This is what flyers are for! I pulled one from my backpack.

• "The details are on here."

• I gave it to him, nearly touching his long fingers. He's reading in his head. ...Why am I so NERVOUS!? He's reading the flyer! Not looking at me! Should I run!? Hide? Pass out!?

• "Ah-em."

• Huh?

• "Yes?"

• Did I say that too fast? He had on a half smile.

• "The meetings are after-school on fridays and wednesdays, right?"

• I nodded. My favorite days of the week.

• "Good, I'll be there."

• Oh..my...gosh! A new member! After two weeks of demanding nicely, someone finally joined-

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• Ichigo's pov

• Out of nowhere, Orihime fell into my chest. It hurt but...some softer things touched me too. ...Holy crap! What do I do? Move her? Ask if she's okay? What am I saying, of course I check if she's alright! ...Um. Where to tap? I don't wanna make her uncomfortable or anything. Suddenly, she popped up and...looks raring to go like she didn't just fall? What is this girl?

• I was gonna actually ask that, but someone caught my eye. It was that one black haired chick with the fuchsia eyes. She's snickering with her tomboy friend. (Menoly, she goes to Tatsuki's boxing class.) Why...is that ticking me off? ...Whatever, whatever. Back to Orihime.

• "Orihime-"

• I paused. She looked...hateful and she was gripping her hair. And that's kinda hot. Not angry, but not fully sad either. But, what's the hair clutching about. ...I get it! Those two owe her money. Of course. I would be furrowing my brow too if I was in this situation. Man, people are so cheap nowadays.

• "Ah-em."

• I looked down straight into Orihime's big brown eyes. Shit, she's pretty. She looked down at a hip and back up at me. Ah! I haven't let her go! I stumbled back, muttering a apology. Damn, I'm bad at this.

• "So, I'll see you after school?"

• I said somewhat cooly. She nodded, with the biggest smile on her face. I couldn't help but laugh. Seriously, what is this girl? I just felt like ass a minute ago and now I feel like I won the lottery.

• Rinnnnng!

• That's the bell. Here dies my good mood. I looked back at Orihime.

• "Um, bye."

• I couldn't of said anything smoother than that!?

• "Bye!"

• "See you after school!"

• I waved and watched her skip off to whatever class she's in. Huh, I'm actually looking forward to the club thing.

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• A few hours later

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• Orihime's pov

• "So, tell me more about this hunk you met."

• Um...I did, did I say hunk? He's just really, really handsome is all. I pulled some games out of the cabinet.

• "He was really just nice, Rangiku."

• (Rangiku is one of my favorite upper classmen. She's nice and taught me how to get on Mr. Hitsugaya's good side! He gives out snacks! And she has a thing for Sora. She said she's gonna get serious soon.)

• "Men are nice,"

• She said, leaning on the table.

• "But they all have little quirks and one of your mystery man's caught your eye."

• She...got me there. I really like his hair...and his face. Plus his voice too. She opened her arms up.

• "Come here, tell me all about it."

• I sighed and laid in her squishy embrace. This is probably my favorite thing about Rangiku. She so soft! I could almost...fall asleep on her... Suddenly, I felt hands on my sides. Oh no. She's gonna tickle me again!

• "Don't fall asleep on me now, Orihime~!"

• "I wanna hear all about your little crush."

• Eeeek! I don't wanna pee! Again.

• "Rangiku, stop it!"

• I said through laughs. My uniforms gonna get all crinkly! I tried to push her away, but she laid me on the table!

• "Wow, your skin is so smooth. What lotion do you use?"

• The answer is Cloudy delight moisturizer, but I can't breathe from too much laughter! Suddenly, she stops. Thank goodness. My bladder couldn't take too much more.

• "Oh shit..."

• She mumbled. Wait? What's wrong? I grabbed onto Rangiku's arm, pulling myself up. Is it a teacher? It was just tickling-

• It's the cute guy from earlier in the door way.

• (And two guys I ran into at lunch.)

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• Ichigo's pov

• I'm sure my face is beet red. But, I mean, come on! It's my first seeing two girls ontop of one another. (I'm not a adult film kinda guy) My hand shook on the doorknob.

• "Um...is this a bad time-"

• Suddenly, Keigo's hand was on my mouth.

• "Shut up, Ichigo! This is a once in a lifetime moment!"

• "Don't mess this up!"

• He shouted, while yanking me down. What the f-!? Mizuro put his hand over my mouth too.

• "Please ladies, continue,"

• "We don't mind."

• The older girl snickered.

• "Well, I guess we could do a little a something."

• She said, while tugging on her shirt. Orihime squeaked from under her. She looked just as embarrassed as me. That's it. This ends now. I bit down on one of Keigo's finger.

• "Ouch!"

• I shot up.

• "Knock it off!"

• I snapped. Man, this is a bad look for me. I'm flushed. Probably sweating now. And I had yet another "loud outburst". (Counseling stuff, don't ask.) Orihime's gonna think I'm crazy. The blonde burst into laughter.

• "Easy, easy, kiddo,"

• She crawled off the table. And Orihime.

• "I already have a guy I'm into, so calm down."

• She must a upperclassmen. No one my age would talk down to me like that. She strolled over, sizing me up. ...What's happening right now? She reached out and...patted my head?

• "No wonder a certain somebody likes you!"

• "You're adorable."

• What the- I am not adorable. I pushed her hand away.

• "Who're you anyway?"

• Yeah, I'm done being polite.

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• Orihime's pov

• "I'm Rangiku Matsumoto. The prettiest 3rd year."

• As she introduced herself, I sat up and fixed my clothes. (My underwear wasn't out, was it!?) That was embarrassing. Hopefully mr. unknown doesn't think I'm in love with Rangiku or something. Or a creepy pervert. I'm being crazy. If he ask, I'll explain. Easy peasy.

• "Okay, okay, I'm sorry for intruding,"

• I turned around. She's gonna leave!?

• "You two have fun,"

• Fun? (Why'd she say it like that!?)

• "And you two are gonna clean up with me!"

• The brown haired guy looked horrified.

• "You're a total hottie, but-"

• Rangiku snatched him by collar and pulled threw the door. He was screaming alot. (The other guy followed with no complaints.)

• "Bye bye, you too~!"

• She shut the door, leaving us in quietness.

• "I'm sorry about my friends."

• ...He's apologizing too?

• "No, no, it's my fault!"

• "Rangiku probably freaked you out."

• He turned red and shook his head.

• "It's fine, really."

• I nodded. And hello the crushing quietness. I looked around. What could we do? What's screams 'welcome new member'? Bingo! I grabbed the kitty notebooks.

• "Wanna draw cats with me?"

• He looked surprised, but smiled.

• "Why not?"

• Alright! Perfect time for my new scented markers! (Hopefully, they actually smell like their names.) I spread them out on the table and passed him a notebook. This is gonna be great! I'm great at drawing kitties!

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• Ichigo's pov

• This takes me back. The markers. Cats. And the breeze outside. When I was younger and my sisters were like 4, my old man went out. (I dunno if it was shopping or doctor stuff.) But, he was taking awhile, so that freaked them out. And I remember pulling out my school books and markers. We drew for what felt hours. Needless to say, we had alot to show to dad. Heh, feels like forever ago. Although, I'm not any better at it. They still look like malnourished stick cats. Poor things.

• I looked over at Orihime. She was laser focused. I wanted to peek at her drawing but...I got lost. The afternoon sun made her look great. Ah, what am I doing!? I'm s'posed to be drawing right now. Suddenly, she shot up. I flinched. (Did she notice me?) She turned to me.

• "Do you hear that?"

• "Hear what?"

• I said way too casually.

• "Just listen."

• She whispered. So I did. ...What're we listening in for?

• Mew.

• Orihime grabbed my face and pointed towards the window.

• "It's there!"

• I pried her hands off and walked towards the window. What the- It's a frickin cat in the tree. (Cliché much?)

• But, how'd it get up HERE of all places? We're on the third floor!? Orihime popped out from under my arm.

• "I think I can grab it from here."

• What!? She tugged me back and lifted her leg on the windowsill. Hiking her skirt up with it. Oh hell no. I gripped her waist.

• "Orihime!"

• She turned around, looking genuinely confused. I snatched my hands back.

• "Lemme get the cat."

• Good excuse!

• "I'm taller."

• She nodded, and got back in. We swapped places.

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• Orihime's pov

• "Let's make a plan."

• The mysterious prince said. He turned around, towering over me. Oh my...

• "I'll get the cat and you grab a teacher, okay?"

• "Okay!"

• I can do that!

• (I needed to give Mr. Kyõraku a assignment anyway)

• He smiled and stretched his long legs out the window. That's my cue to run like a track star!

• "Good luck!"

• I shouted and ran out the room. Just like earlier, I'm running down the hall. I'm hearing alot of not nice comments as I do, but I can't stop now. For the kitten's sake!

• A little more running later...

• "Mr. Shunsui!"

• He jumped and sat up straight. I slammed my hands on his desk.

• "I found a...a cat...I need...we..."

• I gotta...catch my breath! Just all the other times, I come in here, he chuckled.

• "Slow down, miss Inoue."

• He patted my head. (I'm kinda wheezing on his desk.)

• "I'm not going anywhere."

• My lungs are on FIRE, but...that guy probably has the cat already. And it could be hungry. I took a breath.

• "Me and this guy found a cat in a tree!"

• "A cat?"

• I nodded quickly.

• "On the 3rd floor too!"

• Mr. Shunsui stood and tugged his hair.

• "Oh boy."

• "Let's go find the kitty."

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• Ichigo's pov

• This cat is putting up a fight. I know it's scared and all, but I seriously not being threatening. I'm even smiling! (That's what's scaring it, my guy) And what's really irritating is, I almost got it. I can literally poke it with my finger. But, I'm almost out the window. If I loose my footing, I'm dead.

• "Come here..."

• The cat meowed and hugged the branch tighter. Dammit...I got it! It's afraid to fall! Just like me. I can do this. I saved one of Karin's friend before. Still shaking like crazy, I lowered my hands.

• "Fall right here,"

• I said, in my softest voice.

• "You're gonna be okay..."

• Slowly, the cat began to relax. (Although It looked at me with a oddly expressive face as like it was trying to call bull shit.) After a little time, it fell into my hands. It's a tad heavy, but it's nothing I can't handle.

• Suddenly, my foot slipped.

• Am I falling out the window!?

• Yes I am.

• Everything moved extremely fast. I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die-!

• "Ichigo!"

• My leg was caught. I looked up.

• "Orihime?"

• (She knows my name?😳) She smiled.

• "You're gonna be okay!"

• A much bigger hand grabbed my other leg. I shivered. Which teacher did she bring!?

• "I gotcha kid."

• Ohh, it's Mr. Shunsui. (Glad she didn't get crazy Coach Zaraki)

• After a little pulling and touching places, I hoped no man would. I was back inside.

• But, without the cat. When did I drop it!

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• Orihime's pov

• "Ichigo, what's wrong-"

• The cat.

• "Eeek! Where's the cat!?"

• We both pushed Mr. Shunsui out of the way and looked out the window. Where is it!? Where is it!? (I hope I'm not saying this outloud.)

• "There it is!"

• Ichigo shouted, pointing down. I hopped on his arm, getting a closer look. Down below, I saw a dark skinned guy with wavy hair. He had the kitty in his hands. (The poor thing was trembling) Have I met him before? He looked up at us.

• "Is this yours?"

• He called up. I shook my head.

• "I wish, but he's a stray we found in the tree!"

• I shouted back. I'm sure I know who he is. Mr. Shunsui scooted me over.

• "Son, could you be a dear and bring that cat up here?"

• He nodded and walked off. So did my teacher. I looked over at Ichigo. He was panting and sweating He looked my way and raised his hand.

• "Good job, we saved a cat."

• Oh, we're gonna high five. I only put my hand on his. I'm too tired to actually slap it.

• "Good job."

• I wheezed. He chuckled and looked back at the sunset. A light wind blew by. ...I'm so thankful for golden hour.

• "So, can I become a member?"

• Huh?

• "Of course!"

• "This is the most fun I had in weeks!"

• He looked over at me.

• "And cause your a nice guy!"

• I don't want him to think he's just a source of entertainment or anything. Ichigo stuck out his hand.

• "Agreed?"

• I smiled.

• "Agreed!"

• We shook hands.

• "Welcome to the happy feelings club."

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• "Orihime,''

• (We're putting the stuff away.)

• "Yeah?"

• "How come you suddenly know my name?"

• I know I forgot to tell her about it. She thought for a moment.

• "The cat you drew earlier!"

• "You signed it."

• Ah, she saw it!?

• "That's great."

• I said with a fake smile. She nodded.

• "It's going on your nametag!"

• Huh!?

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This was so long! But, y'know what, first episodes are always long. (And I may of done it on my tablet) Anyway, I really like this one. I can't wait for the next episode. Stay cool!

Little tag list: @elyonholic @o0o0thorn0o0o @ichihimelover1503 @takibikaen @usoppsstar

#bleach #ichigo kurosaki #orihime inoue #happy feelings club #first episode #finally got this done #loved it #real tired #hope you enjoy #ichigo x orihime #ichihime #stay cool #love u all

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