#Uryuu x Orihime

[oriyuu-ichiru]

My only issue with IshiHime is the ‘official’ English ship name. It’s literally one letter away from that other ship.

Other things it could’ve been called:

Uryuuhime

UryHime

Oryuu

Ishinoue

Inoishi

Woven Rain

[ambigirl]

2002 vs 2024

[raredust]

Now you may be seeing something right? FGT Ichigo looks kinda a lot like Yhwach.

Now we know Ichigo is a Quincy and all Quincy have Yhwach's blood running in their veins but only Ichigo looks like him to this extent when in his Final Getsuga Tensho.

Both have long dark hair.

Red crimson eyes.

And a handsome fac-

Ahem, I mean this leads me to believe that Ichigo may have been using his Quincy powers while in that state. Hey look, this is just a theory and Kubo may have just thought it's a cool design choice before the Yhwach twist and all but just let me have fun with this one okay!

Now what is Final Getsuga Tensho specifically? Some believe it's Ichigo absorbing all of Zangetsu's powers but I disagree. I think FGT is more of a fusion between them. Getsuga Tensho is a technique using Zangetsu's powers and only Ichigo can call upon the technique, it cannot be used by Zangetsu without its wielder or Ichigo without his weapon. And my proof is this line by Ichigo:

He is fighting with Zangetsu, not using him.

And there's also the fact that Zangetsu was literally fused to his hand.

Now then that we established that, let's get to this point.

Final Getsuga Tensho is not just a final technique. It's also a combination of all of Ichigo's powers. Both Shinigami, Hollow and Quincy. And why is that?

When Ichigo was fighting Zangetsu he was fighting both his Quincy (in Young lad Zangetsu) Hollow/Shinigami (In white Ichigo) in a fused state. And achieving FGT is him basically accepting both powers, and making himself a weapon for a short time, becoming Getsuga itself.

Heck we talked about his design resembling Yhwach why not talk about how his design resembles a Hollow in how the mask wraps around half of his face with little teeth and how the black spirit energy is like his Tensa Zangetsu's Getsuga Tensho (shinigami power) only strengthening my thought about it not just being a final technique/attack but a fusion of all of his powers, both mastered and latent (which is why Ishinn had Ichigo do it, not him. His wouldn't probably match Aizen)

And the nail in the coffin is what Aizen says here.

Aizen here is beyond Quincy, Shinigamis, Hollows and humans, no one can stand up to him. He's on a higher plane than all beings except Ichigo. Who overpowered him with ease, who's on a higher plane than he is.

There's only one being that can be on a higher plane than the Quincy,Hollows,Shinigami:

Yhwach, the Quincy King, the Almighty. He's the only one who could over power aizen that much and without even trying.

Now I am not saying that Ichigo is somehow using the Almighty powers, that's stupid. I am saying that he was using his Quincy powers which are from Yhwach himself. Fusing it with his other abilities to make Aizen look like a joke.

And even then, FGT is probably just an imperfect version of Ichigo's final form he used against Yhwach. Because FGT is used when Ichigo didn't fully realize and unlock his Quincy powers/Blood. And that it's a one shot weapon where he can use it only once and lose all his powers after whereas his final form where he realizes and mastered all of his powers he uses to its fullest potential and doesn't just disappear.

And that it looked like how Zangetsu looks like when he was fighting him for the Final Getsuga Tensho.

And all of this leads me to believe that Ichigo was using his Quincy powers there and that's how he overpowered Aizen that easily, especially in base.

TL;DR FGT is just an imperfect Final form that Ichigo uses against Yhwach in chapter 676.

Good night or Good morning 👍.

NaruHina 4ever

Petition to call Tensa Zangetsu YoungMan Zangetsu.

But remember. That's just a theory, a game theory. Thanks for watching.

[sashi-ya]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAs cold as your heart ･:*:｡𓏲ּ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDr. ishida uryu x f! reader

Chapter 0: back in town. six years have passed since he left for med school; finally, Uryu is back... as well as that never ending pain.

�� a/n: not me starting a new -pretty out of the blue - fic. I needed to rest my head from all of the studying and while I was listening to "Yoü and I" by Lady Gaga, I thought of Uryu and a pretty tragic love story that had no closure after TYBW. I must ask for feedback with this one, if you wish for me to continue with this story, please, let me know 💖 ❄ tw: not much, very angsty for now. I want this to be a sweet love story that will -of course- contain smut as we go further into it.

“Stop, stop please… stop ignoring me! This is hurting me!” you plead, knees hitting the ground, drawing blood out of them, allowing the cold cement underneath to soak into that crimson fluid of life. 

His glasses have fogged; it is not the cold, nor the snow as white as his clothes… it’s just the tears sprouting nonstop from the bottom of his heart. 

“I beg you please, leave me alone. I don’t want to talk to you… it's been years, forget about me” Ishida whisper, knowing too damn well those words are pure lies. 

How much time has passed? It’s been years since the war, since the “treason”. The scar on your body still remains like a bittersweet memory of those arrows. A single one, just one, it was enough to cross your heart. 

“You didn’t mean it, I know that… please, I have forgiven you! In fact, I’ve never once blamed you!” you scream, a night so cold it could freeze your bones but not as much as Uryu’s heart. 

He keeps walking away from you. Uryu has promised himself not to ever falter, not ever succumb… how could he hurt you? from all the people? That single arrow, a single ray of blue light and reiishii… so deadly, so painful… you, the sacred woman he wished to protect, even in silence, had fallen upon one of his own attacks. Was the fight worthy after all? Saving the world? Avenging his mother? Was it all worthy if in exchange, from all the people, you, the one he swore not to hurt, paid the price of his betray? 

“Please…” you murmur, the pain of that last word unheard by him, hurts harder than any scar imbued into your flesh. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Please, please, please… please… Uryuu, please”

You remain there, with snow pooling on your shoulders, with your thighs getting coated with bloody knees, with tears freezing, and a heart broken… through blurry eyes, he disappears among the foggy night, after all this time, Uryu has left. Again. 

A pair of headlights blink behind you; however, you don’t notice them until the car stops right by your side. 

“My son is an idiot, isn’t he? Come on” Ryuuken helps you stand up. 

You sniffle, looking into the deep blue eyes of that man who you’ve always considered a father. 

“Indeed…” you murmur, sitting on the passanger’s seat. 

Dr. Ishida hands you a handkerchief and starts driving in silence. You know he is probably driving you home, though you don’t care. 

“Ryuuken-sama, I’ve never blamed him. I swear I- I knew the moment he left what he meant to do! I… missed him so much, six whole years away, and now that he is back in Karakura… why?! Why he ignores me? Is he married? Did he find love in med school?”  you ask, in between sobbing, and blowing your nose. That poor piece of fabric might never come back to Dr. Ishida’s hands. 

The snow haired man sighs; he knows exactly why his own son is ignoring you. And he is also aware his son is as stupid as he could be, but he is also noble to no extent… 

“My son, as I always say, is an idiot. But he also has the biggest heart you could possibly imagine, (Name)…” 

Three days before.

“You are back” Ryuuken words, as always dry. However, his dull eyes immediately regain a shine he thought he had lost the day his son left. 

His tiny little black-haired version of him has now bloomed into a young adult. His glasses, still the same. His hair, perhaps a little longer. And now, carrying a document where it says he has become a paediatrician. 

Uryu, in anxious response, clenches his fist on the handle of his carry-on bag. As if time have stopped, the people walking by the arrivals hall of Karakura’s tiny aerodrome seem to disappear. 

His glasses reflect the image of a father that acts tough but is dying to hug his son… and same goes for Ryuuken, with glasses showing a man that turns into a kid and begs for his father’s love. 

“Seems like it…” Uryu’s blue eyes fixed on the floor. 

“Come on, Dr. Ishida” Ryuuken mumbles, with a pride his voice couldn’t conceal, saying nothing but everything at the same time. 

A soft smile garnishes Uryu’s lips, Ryuuken hasn’t change a single bit.

“Six years have passed, and this town still looks the same” Uryu grunts; the big city has probably changed the way he sees the world. 

Ryuuken remains silent, looking at the passenger’s seat from the corner of his eye. It is true, the city has barely changed, though the people living on it did. All of them; some have even married and now have kids… except for one person; you. 

“The city and a person in particular” the Dr. says, with his eyes fixed into the traffic light ahead. The bomb had been dropped… 

“She- she hasn’t left?” Uryu asks, looking at his father with eyes opened big and pale skin turning even paler. 

“Hm… how could she? You idiot”

[next chapter]

[mikyapixie]

Bleach premiered 20 years ago today!!!💙🤍❤️

This hands down my favorite ending!!!

🤩😆🤩

Tell me your favorite ending in the comments!!!😁😁😁

[mya-valentine]

I loved your Bleach Headcanons with Renji!..

Can I please have some headcanons where Ichigo, Rukia, Orihime, Uryu, and Urahara meeting a Soul Reaper who goes on Long-term missions ( can be gone for months at a time), and ends up running into them. And ends up saving them without knowing who they even are? (She has hallucination powers so potent they can effect the blind)

(She also wears a mask, and her robe has a hood on it. (She doesn’t show her face or body to ANYONE (her eyes can still be seen tho)

Headcanon: Meeting Mysterious Soul Reaper

Ichigo Kurosaki

Ichigo is immediately on edge when he encounters this Soul Reaper. Her masked and hooded appearance sets off his instincts, and he assumes she’s an enemy at first. The fact that her powers can affect even the blind both impresses and unnerves him.

Ichigo is grateful but frustrated by how little he knows about her. He tries to talk to her, but her reluctance to reveal her face or identity drives him crazy. He admires her strength but can’t shake the feeling that she’s hiding something big.

He starts making it a personal mission to figure out who she is, even pestering Urahara and Rukia about her. He can't stand being left in the dark about someone so powerful who seemingly vanishes after helping him.

Despite the mystery, Ichigo comes to respect her skills and her willingness to help without expecting anything in return. Her independence reminds him of his own.

Rukia Kuchiki

Rukia is more intrigued than suspicious. She sees the masked Soul Reaper as someone with a purpose she doesn’t fully understand but can’t help respecting. Her long-term missions hint at responsibilities that most Soul Reapers aren’t entrusted with.

Rukia is impressed and slightly uneasy about her powers. She wonders what kind of person can wield such an ability and still remain mentally stable. It reminds her of how dangerous certain abilities in the Soul Society can be.

Rukia tries to engage with her in a formal and polite way, but the masked Soul Reaper’s reserved nature makes it difficult. Rukia eventually respects her desire for privacy and leaves her alone—though she’s curious about what she’s hiding.

Seeing her in action, Rukia feels inspired. She wonders if the Soul Reaper’s long-term missions have forced her to become so closed-off and isolated, and Rukia feels a deep sense of pity for her, even if she never says it aloud.

Orihime Inoue

Orihime is immediately fascinated by her mysterious aura. She finds her masked and hooded appearance cool and asks a ton of questions, which are likely ignored or deflected.

After being saved, Orihime is the most openly thankful of the group. She tries to offer her healing powers as repayment, even if the Soul Reaper seems indifferent to it.

Orihime can’t help but feel that the masked Soul Reaper must be lonely. She tries to talk to her more than anyone else, offering kindness and warmth, even if it’s not reciprocated.

Orihime wonders what’s behind the mask and hood, but she doesn’t press. She assumes there’s a tragic reason for the secrecy and respects her boundaries, even if she wishes she could help her open up.

Uryu Ishida

Uryu is initially skeptical of her intentions. Her anonymity and the nature of her powers put him on edge, especially since Quincy history is full of betrayals by Soul Reapers. He watches her closely, always assuming she might have ulterior motives.

After seeing her in action, Uryu grudgingly acknowledges her skill. He respects her precision and efficiency, but her refusal to reveal her identity bothers him. He wonders if she’s hiding her face due to guilt or shame.

Uryu is fascinated by her hallucination powers. He speculates on the mechanics of her abilities, theorizing that they might work on a spiritual or sensory level far beyond what most Soul Reapers are capable of. (It's not him, it's me. I'm wondering)

While he respects her abilities and the fact that she saved them, Uryu is content to leave her be. He doesn’t trust her fully and would prefer to keep his interactions with her professional.

Kisuke Urahara

Urahara likely already knows of her existence and long-term missions, but he doesn’t let on to the others. He greets her with his usual playful demeanor, testing her patience but secretly observing her closely.

Urahara might subtly prod her about her identity or past, using riddles or humor to catch her off guard. If she doesn’t respond, he just laughs it off and respects her silence.

He’s especially intrigued by her hallucination powers. Urahara wonders how she developed such a unique ability and whether it has any drawbacks. He may even offer to “study” her powers in his lab, much to her disinterest.

While he’s curious, Urahara understands the need for secrecy and doesn’t push her too far. He admires her dedication to her duties and the sacrifices she’s made for her role, perhaps seeing a bit of himself in her.

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[hashtagartistlife]

sunlight team 🔄 moonlight team 

#succubus x vampire

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[floramothys]

Blue

[throughmindfog]

ku lo sa is giving me such a crazy dopamine hit, im even obsessing over a mid man (ryuuken ishida)

[malaviksa]

I was a little late drawing art, so here's a sketch with ishihime

[teamatsumu]

bleach masterlist

last updated -> 27-08-2023

characters i write for -> here

requests are closed

ICHIRUKI:

⦿ JUICE BOX ➡ set in fb arc, angst, swearing

⦿ PANDORA’S BOX ➡ post canon, angst, swearing

ISHIHIME:

⦿ TEMPTATION ➡ post canon, smut, swearing, tw: adultery, slight angst

⦿ SINCERELY YOURS ➡ post canon, smut, swearing, tw: adultery, slight angst

ALL:

⦿ SEIREITEI HR DEPARTMENT CHRONICLES ➡ swearing, crack, bad humor, canon typical violence, sometimes suggestive

prequel

part 1

[jozephina]

[ambigirl]

Bleach cour 3🔥🫶🏻

[merbear25]

Closet Musician - General Headcanons (SFW)

Synopsis: They think you're too shy to play for them, but it was partly due to you working on a little song, specially for them.

CW: None! Just fluffy goodness. No specific gender for the reader and fictional characters I headcanon. These can be romantic or platonic (whichever you'd prefer!)

fandoms included: Jujutsu Kaisen, Bleach, and One Piece

A/n: I've recently started relearning how to play the piano, and although my shyness is nowhere near as bad as when I played the guitar, I still get embarrassed knowing someone's listening. I thought it might be cute to imagine how they'd feel and react.

_________

the teaser

It's endearing to think how much you worked yourself up over it, although that doesn't stop them from lightly teasing you. The teasing wouldn't be towards your song or your abilities, since they'd be able to understand how hard you've been working on them. It'd mostly pertain to your reaction while playing for them. It would all be done light-heartedly, of course. They may make a slight joke about if you continue practicing like you have, there will be nothing left to tease you about. And where's the fun in that? ;P

satoru, zoro, renji, yoruichi

the encourager

They watch you fondly with a small smile. To see you come this far and to push yourself to perform in front of them brings them a lot of joy. Sitting patiently as you finish playing, they express their graditude with applause and praise. Even if you still look a bit unsure about how things went, they encourage you to keep at it and reassure you of any doubts that may be holding you back from reaching your full potential.

robin, choso, sanji, usopp, kento, nami, uryu, nobara

the fine tuner

Over coming stage fright isn't easy. They can respect the courage it took to push past it. Although they aren't particularly gifted when it comes to music, they couldn't help but notice a few slip ups here and there. Gentle tips are given to get past your fears and there might be a few others to help with keeping the pacing of the song.

suguru, megumi, ichigo, rukia, byakuya

the clueless supporter

They know nothing about learning an instrument or about which parts are off or on key. That would never stop them from being amazed at your talent. You only started learning how long ago?? Incredible! This is the first time you've performed in front of anyone?? They're in awe! You've likely inspired them to go out of their comfort zones. They feel so special.

luffy, yuiji, orihime, kasumi

[sashi-ya]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAs cold as your heart ･:*:｡𓏲ּ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDr. ishida uryu x f! reader

Chapter 4: fever can melt ice. even the coldest of hearts can melt; even the past can be fixed...

❄ a/n: a little longer with a lot of ups and downs, but this time things are getting hotter... even though you might have to wait for naughtier chapters, Uryu is slowly becoming desperate... 😏 ❄ tw: MDNI. This chapter contains smut -soft smut, but mature, kisses, sexual thoughts and erections-. Also, please be aware of a certain little part about Uryu having hidden little old scars. This is just my personal HC that I will eventually develop in the next chapters, but it is super important to warn you, even if subtle, those scars were made by himself. Though if anybody wants to keep on reading and self-harm is triggering you, please let me know. I will not include it. It is not mega important to the plot, just a hc about Uryu and the way he deals with all the pain of his past. ❄ masterlist

“Bring my son immediately to the sixth floor!” he screams at someone through the phone. He stands up and orders you to get ready for surgery…

 “(Name), get ready. OR number 2. Now” 

Your ears buzz. Everything seems to happen, and nothing happens at all at the same time. “Bring my son” those words echo inside your head, making your sweat become cold, colder. You feel like your blood has stopped flowing. What happened to Uryu? What did he do? 

A thousand scenarios happen at the same time in your imagination. Your body moves on its own, following Dr. Ishida to the operating room. 

“What happene-“ you wanna ask, immediately being interrupted by that hospital bed being pushed and rushed to the OR. 

“He needs immediate intervention. I managed to patch him up, but the wound is too deep”

You watch the scene pass right in front of your eyes; Uryu’s hair flowing with the wind, his hand covered in blood up to his wrist, his white shirt as well. 

“(Name), come on!” Uryu screams, waking you up all of a sudden. “The boy is probably 5 or 6. Get ready!” he continues, showing he is safe and sound, and just -amazingly- saving a little kid’s life. 

You nod, with tears in your eyes. You thought the patient was him, but it was just yet another misunderstanding. 

The way both Ishida men work in perfect synchronicity to save the life of a child, the way they, for as long as the surgery lasts, do not fight. However, it is not only them, but you. You work with them, hard, to save the patient. You have everything ready; you are like the gear that keeps two parts working perfectly. 

Sometimes his eyes and yours meet; your arms graze, you talk to each other and it’s also natural, as if nothing had happened in between you and him. Oh, how you wish that would last forever. 

“It was great working with you…” you whisper while you watch the patient being taken out of the OR along with Dr. Ryuken who continues to give directives about the patient. 

“It was. Now, please, I need to change…” Uryu answers, cold as ice. 

You notice his white shirt, underneath the sterile gown, covered in sweat. There is no way he is hot, the OR has always a low temperature and it’s chilling winter outside. Was he that nervous to work with his father for the first time? 

“Are you ok? Are you feeling well?” you dare to ask while taking your own gown off. 

“Yeah… achuu!” Uryu sneezes, and his cheeks become red as apples. 

You giggle and walk away, leaving your used gown on the bio residues trash can. Yet, before you could leave, you turn around right by the exit. 

“You can come to my office if you need something, I can give you meds if you are running a fever. You should rest, though” you tell him, this time as a nurse and not as much as a friend -ex-. Something inside you is growing, and it is not exactly tolerance for his attitude. 

Uryu nods, fixing his glasses and hiding, as always, underneath them and his hair. 

You, annoyed and tired, drag your feet to your office, where you flop to rest for some time.

Irritation builds up as you type which procedures and actions were performed during that emergency surgery; tears have dried and now Uryu’s attitude has started to turn your feelings from pain to anger.

“HA! He was the one betraying us, even though that’s ok. He was the one who hurt me!” you complain, pressing that ever lasting scar on your chest from one of his arrows. “And he was the one to leave with no explanation!!” you continue, swearing under your breath as you focus on your screen. 

“Yeah, I know…” a miserable voice comes from behind your monitor. 

You widen your eyes, sliding on your office chair to the side to discover the reason for your annoyance, standing right there. 

“Do you need something?” you ask, unable to look at his face.

“Uh-yes. I need Acetaminophen, 500mg” he murmurs, clearly asking for something to lower the fever. 

You nod; mortified. In silence, you search for the tablets and give them to him. Your hand again grazes his, this time with no gloves on; just with the touch of your fingers you can tell he is running a high fever. 

“You are burning, Uryu. Go have some rest in room 301, I’ll bring some wet pads. You need to lower that fever, or you will fry your brain” you command; he might be a doctor, but you are the nurse in charge there.  

The last Quincy tries to say no, but you won’t allow him. Your eyes are now fixed on his, scaring him a little. Uryu is not used to your mature you, much less to your nurse you. 

“Believe me I am doing this so that I don’t end up fired. I wouldn’t want something bad happening to my boss’ kid” you state, standing up from your chair. 

You realize you’ve probably gone a little further than expected with your choice of words, but it ends up being effective; Uryu leaves your office to enter the room you assigned him. Though his eyes show a mix of anger and pain, probably he is feeling bad enough not to argue… that, or he enjoys being dominated. 

You admit the last thought made you laugh internally; but immediate scenes of him wearing leather clothes stopped all fun. “Me and my wild imagination” 

You check he doesn’t leave the room and soon prepare the washcloths. He definitely needs that temperature lowered. 

“I’m gonna come in” you let him know, as you open the door with your hip. Your hands full with the needed stuff and your mind, only focused on taking care of him, forgets about a very important rule in medicine; preserve your patient’s privacy and intimacy. 

You find him shirtless, no glasses, hair pulled back, forehead wet. He is now a man, and despite knowing him since kids, never once you’ve seen his whole upper part naked. 

It is impossible for you to avoid getting addicted to his body; pale, thin, prominent collar bones and hipbones. The Quincy star inked on his chest, looking as hot as sad… like the star of a night he wishes to forget. Forever. 

You take a deep breath, immediately looking to the side as you close the door; nobody should see Dr. Ishida’s son in such situation. Anybody but you... 

Uryu gasps just a little, grabbing his glasses and putting them on. He takes his hand to his nape, doing the typical “sexy man” pose. Perhaps he didn’t mean it, but to you it felt as if it was dearly on purpose. 

“Please, lay on the bed” you command, bringing the little bowl with cold water and the pads floating in it. 

You watch him do as you tell, laying down, looking outside the window. The snow falls hypnotically, almost as white as his skin, and now pale lips. He tries to avoid eye contact, allowing you to do your “job”. 

You squeeze one of the wash clothes, filling the silent room with the sound of drops on water. It only gets interrupted by Uryu’s soft gasping as the cold pad touches his neck. 

“Sorry, I know it’s cold…” you lament, going for the next one. 

Uryu’s skin turns bumpy, and his teeth softly chatter. He is definitely feeling the cold, and deep inside, you kind of enjoy this just a little… “have a taste of your own medicine, this might not be as cold as your heart” 

However, you would lie if this were something good to you. On that bed, lies the man you haven’t stopped loving since you can basically remember.

You grab his hand delicately, placing one of the wet pads on his wrist. And then, you do the same with the other one. 

Now, the last two should be placed on his femoral zone. And that includes, of course, taking his pants off. 

“I- Uh… we should add some on your crural zone” you inform, happy to use medical terms as he will understand them. -and specially because you wouldn’t dare to call it “crotch” in front of him-. 

Uryu sighs; he seems uncomfortable… and how wouldn’t he be? He nods, blushed, serious, still looking outside as his thin, delicate fingers undo the button of his pants. 

You help him lower them, seeing on his legs old scars. You could have looked at his white boxer briefs with crosses all over like a pattern, but you can’t help but guide your attention to the red and white marks; what are those? Why is he that scarred? Were those battle injuries? 

His sapphire eyes burn holes into you, letting you know you shouldn’t be so noisy about them. And you quickly stop. 

“Good, that should work. Leave them there for around 15 minutes, then I’ll change-“ 

“I can change them myself” there he goes again, asking you to leave in such a painful yet soft way. 

Your lower lip trembles, your eyes get all blurry. But you won’t cry this time.

“Don’t worry. I’m not planning on bothering you again. In fact, I will ask another nurse to come and do it for me. If you need anything press the button and I can assure anybody but me will appear on that door. You can be sure I won’t disgust you with my presence a single minute more” you snap; this time you don’t care about professionalism, you simply see red now. 

Uryu is taken aback; he wasn’t expecting such reaction -though, it was completely justified for him- His classic guilty ashamed façade repeats again, he can’t even look you straight in the eye. Uryu hides, a little, again, underneath his onyx hair. 

“(Name), I didn’t mean to sound rude…” he mutters.

“No? I’ve been taking care of you for the past two stupid days. I’ve been putting up with your ways for way too long. And now, six years later, you dared to appear and keep on hurting me? No explanation, simply acting as if I was some kind of leper, with disgust? You have no idea how much I’ve suffered for you, Ishida Uryu” you continue, letting all the pain out of your chest. 

You pull down the collar of your uniform, exposing the scar he left on your chest. That arrow carved on your chest didn’t really hurt, compared to the way he is treating you right now. 

“See this? It was you! You. Every day I wake up looking at the mirror, seeing the reminder that I had forgiven you for this and still not even once I heard you say, “I’m sorry”. And the worse part of it all, is the way you push me away… I could have understood if you were married. I could have… but you simply decided to ignore me” you continue, not seeing the tears running down his cheeks. 

Maybe, in between your pain and all of the hurtful -yet, true- things you were saying, you didn’t listen to his constant “sorry, sorry, sorry”.  And, enough sorrys were cried, when Uryu finally stood up.

With difficulty and a little bit dizzy due to his fever, Uryu snatches your hand to keep you from going away as you roar all the things you need to say. The cold water on that stainless steel bowl spills all over your uniform, getting you completely wet, turning the white fabrics to become see through. 

“Because I know all of the things I did to you, because I hurt you more than once… that’s why I want you far from me. You don’t understand, I am not deserving of being next to you. I shouldn’t even talk to you; this wasn’t my plan” Uryu finally says, raising his voice. 

You lay there, dripping wet. The same way you cry under the rain, when the tears mix with the drops that fall from the sky, you do now. As much as you want to stop, you simply can’t. 

“I thought- I thought you were gone from Karakura…Please, I beg you... don’t cling to this, to me… please, forget about me. Just- go away, go away from me… if you stay, if you stay you will only suffer” Uryu cries louder, still grabbing you from your wrist with so much strength you might end up with marks.

Even though he is telling you to go away, he is not letting you go.  Once again, Uryu is asking someone he loves to go away, despite knowing deep inside, it is absolutely false. 

“Uryu, I- you-“ you wanna say something, even though you can’t.

“Look at your chest, look at the scar I left there. On your skin, on your body… you don’t-“ he continues, with a trembling voice and now flopping on the bed. He still shakes and cries, and has his hand tightly gripped around your arm. 

You suddenly, and perhaps without even thinking about, rip all the buttons of the upper part of your uniform with your free hand. Your skin, covered in goosebumps, cold and wet, exposes all its extent to his beautiful eyes. 

Uryu stops breathing; his nose, so close to your chest, can almost touch it. Sitting on that hospital bed, he looks and feels small, engulfing all the beauty of your nudity and the pain of his past in one single blow. 

As he slowly lets your hand go, your palm lands on his cheek. A sweet caress, filled with softness and love, to make him look up at you. 

“Uryu, your silence, to me, was the most violent deception” you whisper.  

The Quincy gasps, tears sprouting harder now. Uryu perhaps, finally understood he was hurting you more by pushing you away, than staying by your side.  

As tears run down his blushed cheeks, cooling his burning skin, his hands around your waist to pull you even closer. His pale lips, as hot as the rest of his body, finally fall upon the scar his arrow left. 

A deep connection, of pure intimacy, takes place and the time seems to freeze. You play with his hair and brush it away. Maybe the fever, or the words you screamed, were enough to melt that heart. 

“Can you, this time, for real, forgive me?” he asks, muffled by your chest. Up until now, Uryu hasn’t realized he is almost burying his face into your breasts. Nor did you notice, because this wasn’t about that. 

You swallow. Up until today you never thought you needed to absolve him from any guilt, and yet still you realize it was simply a way to cope with him leaving. With him, for real, betraying you. 

“Uryu…. I-….I forgive you” you state, clear and strong. 

Uryu breathes; his cheek now plastered on your chest, resting perhaps for the very first time in the last six years. 

“Thank you…” “Thank you, Uryu…”

A sudden cold reaches you; it makes you shiver; it pulls you off from your love bubble. Both wet, semi naked, hugging in such intimate way… You swallow dry, his body against yours… 

“I think we should…” you murmur, perhaps with the vague intention of leaving the room.

“No… please, just…” Uryu murmurs back, kissing once again your scar, breathing in the scent of your flesh, getting drunk on the heat of it. He is needy, desperate.

You brush his hair back, moving his head up so that he looks at you again. It is almost sad, the way his eyes look at you like an abandoned puppy. 

“You are still burning, Uryu… you-“ you wanna continue searching for excuses, but you get interrupted by his hand sliding up until your nape. 

With the softest pull, he intends to come closer to your lips. Though, his mouth doesn’t crash with yours just yet. A lingering kiss that’s been due for too long, seems closer, a reality. It almost feels painful to wait a single second more, not to touch the soft surface of each other’s lips. 

Both so slowly getting closer that warm breath caresses your mouth; The more he waits, it seems as if his fever grew stronger. 

“Please…” he begs, Uryu won’t be the one to kiss you. He still feels as if you needed to give him permission for it. 

Your stomach gets filled with butterflies; your scraped knees get a little weak… how to say no; how to tell no to that man that’s imploring for a kiss? 

You can’t control your body either way, as your lips finally land on his. It’s almost instantaneous, a spark that had been asleep for so long. 

Uryu stands up, his naked chest stuck against yours. His free hand pulling your bellies closer as it slides through the small of your back. 

A little gasp escapes in between tongues that have already met in a feral adagio; this is the first time he kisses you as a man, and not anymore like a sweet inexperienced teenager. 

Your hand slides down his back, feeling his skin temperature rising. “He shouldn’t- he should rest…” you repeat in your mind, but you aren’t able to detach from him as he slowly slides down back to the bed and pulls you to sit on his lap. 

Your inner thighs are able to feel the hardness growing underneath you; in fact, it would be impossible not to, as Uryu’s hips buck up on their own, pushing his heat against yours. You tremble, as he gets more and more desperate. 

His lips finally abandon your mouth, only to land on your neck. Uryu seems to be a biter as he first inhales the scent of your flesh just to carve his teeth on it after. 

You whine, a little screech from the pain of the bite. Who would have said Ishida Uryu developed to be nothing but a sweet lover? 

Though, Uryu shouldn’t keep going any further. First, because of his health. Second, because you are currently on shift and third, is this the place where your bodies will meet after so long to love each other? 

“Sto-stop…” you whisper, sweet and lovingly. 

“WHAT? DID I HURT YOU?” he suddenly stops, scared.

You giggle; He is indeed a desperate lover with so much respect for your body. 

“No… but you are sweating, a lot. Your cheeks are red as tomatoes. Your skin is burning, and your brain will literally fry if you don’t stop. I’ve told you this many times already” you scold him, almost sounding like a mother. -thing you ultimate despise doing- 

Uryu squinted his eyes and looked to the side; “I’ll die if it’s because of this…” he murmurs, sounding even a little whimsical. 

“Plus…” you sigh. “Do you think we should do something like this here?” you continue. 

The Quincy man immediately understands; “Sorry…” 

You plant a peck on his forehead, getting off his lap. Of course, the wet spot on his boxer briefs looks delightful; his erection tenting the fabric, even more. His spasming belly, all his skin covered in sweat… 

“I might need to run to my office, this uniform is – I’m almost naked” you comment, trying to avoid looking at him any longer. You wouldn’t be able to stop yourself if you did. 

You bend over to pick up the bowl of water that fell down your hands. It was supposed to help Uryu cool off, but it only ended up on your uniform. 

“You want me to stop, and you bend that way in front of me. How am I gonna resist that bum?” he cries, and even to him it was a funny appreciation.  

“MY. BUM…?” you turn around, laughing, loudly. It also makes him laugh, and suddenly you were back at that sweet age of seventeen. 

And in between laughter and sneezes, Uryu finally lays back on the bed again. This time you provide him with new cool compresses to manage his high temperature. 

“I need to go back to work, I’ll come check on you as soon as I am free. Ring the bell if something happens, ok?” you tell him before leaving the room, looking both sides the corridor to avoid any people seeing you leave with a ripped uniform and wet to the point of becoming see through. 

You run, with a naughty smirk on your face. It is impossible not to. Your office is just in front, you will be able to change once you get there, fast, easy, and with nobody seeing you. Right? 

“(Name)? what happened to you?” “Dr. Ishida? Uh…”

[to be continued]

[mikyapixie]

Bleach premiered 20 years ago today!!!🩵🤍🖤

The 1st opening is always classic but I LOVE the 4th opening too!!! It’s a tie really!!!🤩😍🤩😍🤩

Tell me your favorite opening in the comments!!!😁