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𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝚈𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚂

Summary; reader works in office, Ichigo is a doctor who travels for his jobs sake. He comes back home for new years to see his wife. Expressing long sweet words in the process.

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲: not smut, soft, loveable

♡-𝓬𝓱𝓽; ichigo (bleach)

There. I was sitting down shielding my head from the noisy world surrounding me. I was in a work environment, which it’s an office full of employees who work in the same space as me. It was almost 5 minutes before I officially clock out, and leave. Which is what I’m looking forward to tonight. It’s new year’s eve, meaning I have one full day to rest being tomorrow and then I’m going back to work all over again. As much as it sounds nerve wrecking, I don’t think I can do it at all. Everyday feels like I’m opening the same envelope. Time, and time again. I sleep for 6 hours at night, barley get breakfast in the morning, or even a lunch cause there’s never a break. Just an endless cycle that won’t end. But tonight I also get to see my husband. Me, and him have been married 5 years in the making. He’s became a doctor which was 4 years ago, he moves one place to another. One week it’s Africa, next week it might be Europe. We call often, which he’s always the one checking up on me all the time. I remember the last time we were united together…was last year at Christmas. There wasn’t much to say, or talk about cause we genuinely don’t know what either are up to at this point.

TICK TOK TICK TOK! The clock screamed to 6pm. Which it was my time to clock out, and leave. There were many things to prepare for especially tonight. Which I was in a typical rush. I got up from my seat, wrapping my cotton clothed flannel coat around my upper body, practically hugging my waist. Scooting my chair in the empty space I was in, grabbing my white tote bag. Ichigo bought me bags alot from his trips back home throughout the years of us being together, or often sent them as a gift. Somehow this one managed to be my favorite one from last year around my birthday. He wasn’t here to give it to me, but he wrote his trips single handily of his adventures around the globe, He’s a great storyteller, when we first met all he talked about were stories of him conquering evil spirits. That I’ve never believed obviously, he’s always had those silly made believe fantasy’s running through his head. If he told anyone else he’d probably be diagnosed schizophrenic, and sent to an facility. I rubbed the bag motioning my hands on the diligently bold fabricated letters. Which I loved the design, and material.

My hands stroke the bag as I’m walking slowly through the building to enter the elevator. My phone begins to ring. BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ!!! I look down at my vibrating purse, stopping for a second. Freeing my phone from my bag, Inching it to my site to see what it might be. Clutching my superbly sharp phone, I see it’s Ichigo. I guess my thoughts synced, we both thunk about each other at the same time??? He never calls me when the sunsets, it’s more when it rises over here in Karakura. I hit a green circular button on my phone, choosing with my own free will to answer it.

“Hello,” I muster to say.

“Hi baby, how was your day.” He says asking a question.

“My day was pretty long, about you?”

“My day was pretty wild. I’m still at the airport…I-“ his phone breaks up due to bad cellular reception surrounding him.

“-I miss you, what are we eating tonight?” cutting back on to finish what he was saying before.

“It’s a surprise, you’re just going to have to find out.” I chuckle into the phone at my noticeable joke. He dislikes when I make these jokes, always with a disgusted mugged face. My mind flashes from a while back, when we were close.

“Seriously??? Aw man, I’ll be there in a few love.” He said. You honestly love it when he called you pet names it had a ominous chokehold over your neck, and heart. If it took a breath a day out of your lifespan you would die from suffocation.

“Okay bye, I love you.” Your face widened and so did your grin. Even after a long time of not seeing this man he still managed for you to feel nervous. You had this man the same way. But you already knew that.

“I love you more.” He said, as you could hear his face, and heart twittering around like a mad bird who’s been chasing around for a worm.

You hung up ending the call. As you open your car door.

Driving into the crowded city, people were posted everywhere. Bars, restaurants, even some of the streets were closed due to the parades tonight. Making some streets not able to enter, and being shortened.

Once you made it to the store you knew what you were getting. Pasta, bread, and dessert. Maybe even wine, or flowers if they were even in stock. Alot of people celebrate with their loved one on new years, wouldn’t it be exactly silly to believe those last things were even available??? That wasn’t my mindset at the moment, I just had to get in and get out.

I make my way home, it’s practically dark in this uptown apartment. It takes about 30 minutes to drive here but it’s worth it, seeing all the beautiful countryside surrounding it. Especially in your house, outside you got the perfect view of the city, which was spectacular. All the flashing lights, celebrations. You could see anything, as if you were superman in the air staring down on humanity.

You decided to settle down for awhile, the tv on in the back. As your head marinated with your back pressed on the bed. The cloth protecting your skin was pure silk, and light pink like a flamingo’s feathers. Delicacy. This whole week was a stress it was infant horrible. The paper piling up more, and more. Your boss keeping you late Tuesday. Workers being fired mandatorily for slacking off, you were grateful enough not to be one of the unlucky. Almost every then and now, you’d flicker and open your eyes back up and repeat. Your lack of sleep was also needy, it wasn’t like one day would fix all of your problems though.

Lost in your pervaded thoughts. You couldn’t help but not hear the door creak. With your back on the soft mattress, head turned to the left looking at the ponded view, and mind filed to the brim of whatever war you’re battling against in your head. Ichigo placed a spot right in the door way, snugging his abroad shoulder against the wall.

“Cat got your eye?” scaring you off the bed, and scanning the room.

“Ichigo! You couldn’t have said something sooner??” you said yelling in a high pitched tone showing your fear.

“I’m sorry, it wasn’t my intention to make you scared. I’m hungry now c’mon.” His hands motioned to the kitchen which was behind the living room.

I unpacked the bags, warmed the stove, got out pots and pans, and decoded the table. There wasn’t anything wrong, ichigo often set up the table when he came back home for dinner. Always placing a fork, and knife of the places we’d eat. It was honestly his specialty, it’d look like a great rated restaurant when he was done.

The food was done everything was stable, i lastly poured wine in our cups. We quietly sat down with the news playing the parade on the tv.

“Isn’t this sight beautiful? A night with a lovely girl, and a great night of love.” He said as he bit into his garlic bread.

“It is indeed beautiful, I’ve reminisced on this night almost every way possible. Things are lonely, and colorless without your energy. I guess you can say, after this week I feel free. I mean, I got to see you after all.” I confessed. As much as I loved ichigo I never said this in our 9 years of marriage.

Ichigo touches my hand, turning my palm around to staring deep into my soul with his melinated eyes.

“I love you Y/N. There’s not a way I would be happier without you. All these years, I still look at you like it’s the first time again. For your voice is all I need to have a happy day. Which I hope it’s the same for you. I can’t imagine a day you are not within me, I’d crumble. Cause nothing would give me motivation to do anything at all. I truly love you with all thats in me till the end of my days.” He sobs in heartfelt words coming from his heart. Feeling human emotions, like any other person. He’s truly feel engraved with you.

“I love you too, my love.” You scrunch your face, finally hearing words of comfort and relief. Letting the chains off of your neck from any negativity, and all that intimacy with your one, and only.

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