#ishida uryu scenario

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Ishida, Ichigo, and Byakuya just kissing their s/o passionately only to get interrupted by someone walking in on them?

Byakuya/Ichigo/Ishida - Interuptions in Inopportune Interludes

Byakuya

“I won’t be long. Just stay here. The squad will protect you.”

“I don’t need protection.” [Y/N] insisted as they looked up at Byakuya with earnest and determination. “I want to be with you.”

The captain smiled; or rather the corner of his lips tilted up. His hand reached out to clasp their cheek. “You will be with me. In my heart. But I cannot do what needs to be done if I’m worrying about you. Please, stay here with the 6th and keep order in my stead.”

[Y/N] huffed and turned their head away, but nodded.

Byakuya lifted their head back up towards him and leaned in for a kiss. He was aware this was dangerous. He was aware that the threat of death was a possibility. He was also aware that he couldn’t stand the thought of them being out there in the middle of it, and would gladly take on this danger alone to keep them safe.

He was also aware this was the last time he could see them.

“Captain! The enemy has broken through the first barriers on the west gate! 1st squad said—”

Byakuya pulled away from his love to level a stern, icy hot glare, at his vice-captain. “I will be there shortly.”

Renji visibly gulped and backed out of the room quickly. “I will be back as soon as I can.” He placed a kiss on their knuckles. “Be safe.”

Ichigo

“This is so stupid….”

“Come on. Don’t pout.” Ichigo replied. Halfhearted as he knew there was no way they weren’t going to pout. It just seemed like the thing to say.

“Why do I have to stay here?!” [Y/N] insisted. This close to stamping their foot down about it. “I’m not a child! And I’m not helpless! I can fight too!”

“I know you can.” He told them. “But I just want you to stay here and help with the ones that make it past. There important too!”

“You just want me benched and picking off small fries.” [Y/N] flopped down on the couch and literally pouted. Clearly not a fan of his plan.

Ichigo sighed and came up to them. “Look, I’ll be honest ok?” They glanced up at him, but only a little. “It makes me anxious when you’re out there.” They seemed surprised by his answer and Ichigo rubbed the back of his head. “It’s one thing when it’s the others, but with you….I can’t think straight and it makes me do stupid stuff. I’d just feel better if you stayed back here. Where I know you’re safe.”

They seemed to think it over for a minute before [Y/N] sighed. “I guess that makes sense. In a really dumb way.”

Ichigo smirked, then knelt down in front of them. “Hey, I never said I was a smart one. Just good looking.”

[Y/N] laughed a little, and Ichigo leaned in to give them a kiss. He was telling them the truth. Of course he cared about his friends & comrades on the battle field. With [Y/N] though, he’d do really stupid stuff to keep them safe.

“Ichigo! We have to get to the west gate! The barricade as already---”

“Jeez Renji! Ever think of knocking!”

The other red head seemed to sputter, sensing deja vu, but then just left to go tell the others.

“Least I won’t be the dumbest one out there.” Ichigo muttered, before he turned to [Y/N] and gave them a quick kiss. “I’ll be back. Keep your head down and try not to break anything important if you can!”

Ishida

“Are you sure you’re fine with this?”

“Yes, Uryuu, go. I said I’ll be fine and….I want to help.”

Ishida’s face scrunched in an unappealing frown as he looked around. He supposed that the 4th was the safest place for them. It was the highest concentration of healers, and Captain Unohana was there; who always somehow gave Ishida a cold chill. Still, he didn’t want them to be anywhere near a battle. “Let me just have someone open a portal to send you home. Humans shouldn’t be here.”

“You’re here.” They insisted.

To which Ishida pushed up his glasses and told them, “that’s different. I’m a Quincy.”

[Y/N] stood up from their crouched position, helping get some of the beds ready for the inevitable injured, and looked him dead in the eye. “I know I’m not like the rest of you. I know I’m not special. Or have powers. Or am good at fighting. But this is something I can do. I want to help. If my friends, and the world, is in danger I want to do something. Let me do this so I can feel important for a change too.”

Ishida instantly buckled at their resolve. He should have known better. [Y/N] had a huge heart and wanted to help everyone. There was no way he was going to get them to budge. “You are important.”

The quincy leaned in and gave them a kiss. Permission, in a way, although they didn’t need it, for them to stay while he went out and fought. He’d honestly feel better knowing there were here to take care of him if he was injured.

“Ishida! Man, everyone is being super crazy today. We need to get to—”

“Get out of here Renji! This is a private area!” Ishida shouted, beet red at being caught kissing his s/o.

This time Renji just huffed with a shrug and walked out. “Did you really need to yell at him?”

“He…He startled me!”

[Y/N] smiled. Then they leaned up to give him another quick peck. “Try not to get cut. I’m not as good with a needle and thread as you are.”

[sashi-ya]

dr. ishida uryuu x f! reader tw: none. au: based in the last manga chapter & kubo's comments about uryu being a pediatrician. so canon au. inspired on my bf, as always, when I write for Uryu. wc: 558. masterlist 🍂

PUMPKIN SPICE. Through crunchy leaves and orange skies, a sad man walks. Through beautiful browns and fairy lights, a happy woman dances. Of pumpkin and vanilla, the bow on her hair as creamy as the drops in her coffee. Oh, the sad man of rain and dragons, where is he going? Why is he so gloomy as the reddish sun rays hit on his glasses frame? Flannel, and a gust of wind that lifts maple and fabric. It flows on the wind, leaving her neck, traveling through the sky until it covers a cold embrace. “Oh, Oh! Come back!” she runs, following her scarf as it escapes through the fall streets of an old village. “What-?” he asks himself, why his solitude becomes interrupted by such intrusive touch… and why he is slowly falling back, as if such attack had been strong enough? “I’m sorry, sir. My scarf flew away! I’m really sorry!” you try to apologize, to a man with no face. The flannel has covered his façade, there is no way you could see it well. He has landed on a pile of dry leaves, maple, cypress and who knows what more. As clouds, the white skin of his hands give his face freedom, and those intense blue eyes meet yours. Breathing has stopped being natural. “It’s… ok…” he mumbles, giving you back -somehow- destiny. “Here…” “Are you a doctor?” you ask, offering your hand to help him stand up. He nods, the white coat covering his body gives it away, the little tag naming him “Dr. Ishida Uryu” too. That, and the little duck plushie hanging from his chest pocket probably says he is on the children field. Your hands graze, so delicately… so kind. “Are you sick? Do you need help?” You simply laugh. Sick? No. Not all. Help? Maybe, if a croissant with him and some hot chocolate could it be considered “help”. “Well, not exactly… you look tired Dr. Ishida, and I must apologize for the inconvenience… would you like to have some coffee? Hot cocoa, perhaps? Tea if you fancy more?” you ask. His cheeks become red, redder than ever before. Who is this woman? And why is she asking him out so out of the… blue? Or maybe the orange.  “I… uhm- ok” he accepts, somehow his lips couldn’t pronounce a “no”. You give him a smile worth of the sun warmth on a cold, cold day. And without letting his hand go, you pull so that he follows.   At first, it’s difficult for him to keep up with your pace. But slowly, and surely, as if there was no other option available, he starts running with you… along with you. Uryu’s black hair flow with the wind, letting the blueish tints shine with the autumn equinox on that afternoon sky. A smile garnishes his lips and lifts sweet little apples per cheeks. His slanted eyes become even more narrow, and somehow being guided by a total stranger makes him… happy? Happy enough to laugh a little when she turns around; happy enough to finally let go of some trouble of the past. “Here we are! My coffee shop!” “Is this yours?” “Uhum… now, would you like some pumpkin spice latte, Doc?” It surely spiced it all up, you did for him… what could have happened in the next following days of fall?

[fluffykitkat]

Chad : Uryu You have to apologize to Ichigo!

Uryu: OK FINE CHAD.

Uryu: sorr-. *looking at ichigo* Unfuck you, or whatever you weird sewer rat

Ichigo: WHAT THE HELL IS THAT FOR APOLOGY FOUR EYES???

Uryu: YOU WANNA TALK APOLOGISE HUH?? YOU SUCK EVEN MORE WITH THEM CARROT HEAD!

Ichigo: COUGH UP A BETTER ONE OR THE FOUR EYES WILL BE PERMANENT!

Chad: I question my friendship with these two, almost every day

Urahara: you didn’t joke-

[katsuma6]

Texting Bleach Characters.

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[indigosuvi]

SFW Alphabet - Uryu Ishida

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 1,246 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Version

A: Affection - How affectionate are they? How do they show it?

In private, he's a very affectionate man. A hand on you in some way. Even just holding hands. Unless that makes you uncomfortable, he wouldn't want to cause you discomfort. In the beginning, he would reach a shaky hand over to you slowly. Not wanting to be noticed, his eyes may shift over to look at you, but if you looked at him. He would quickly drop his hand and fix his glasses, while his cheeks remained pink. Over time, he would become more confident in his actions and less afraid. In public, he wouldn't do much other than maybe holding hands, but nothing further.

B: Best Friend - What would they be like? How did it start?

He would care very deeply about how you think and feel about him, as he does with all of his friends. It could start either by you working in the same hospital as him or being in a coffee shop with him. 

C: Cuddles - Do they like it? How would they do it?

Yes, he loves affection. He would typically be the bigger spoon, feeling as if he needs to protect you. He wouldn't want you to get hurt in any way. Despite the fact that you were both inside a locked house and it was unlikely anyone was to break in…

D: Domestic - Do they want to settle? Cooking, cleaning?

Yes, at least one child. He enjoys things like sewing and making new clothes for people. He would have no problem cooking and cleaning as long as he had help from time to time.

E: Ending - How would they end things, if they had to?

He didn't think things would go far when he had developed a liking for you. It had surprised him when you liked him back. He didn't express his feelings towards you, so you would have been the one to ask him out. Now, to end things. He never expected that to happen. He didn't want it to happen. He tried working it out in any way that he could. He even had dreams of marrying you one day. He wouldn't be the one to end things unless absolutely necessary. Slowly, he would distance himself before walking away without looking back. It tore him apart. He cried, but he knew he couldn't stay. 

F: Fiance - Do they want to marry/when?

Yes, anywhere from a year to two years.

G: Gentle - How gentle are they physically and emotionally?

He is a very gentle person. He does what he can to please others and try to keep everybody happy. He is a sensitive person.

H: Hugs

He would wrap his arms around you and hold you close. Not too hard, but not soft either. If you were upset, he would be quick to notice and his hug would be firmer than normal.

I: I Love You

He would say it after you do. From there, he would say it before leaving for work and before one of you goes to sleep.

J: Jealousy - How jealous are they? What do they do?

He's not jealous unless it's obvious. Like you're holding hands with your "friend" and maybe even just kissing them. He would be gutted. How could you do this y/n? He loves you, but surely it was just a misunderstanding for him. You aren't cheating or anything, are you? He would simply say what he saw you were doing. An attempt at getting you to explain yourself. If you didn't get the hint, he would ask why you were doing what you were doing. He would explain that "friends" don't do things like that. His voice changed various notes as he spoke. The pain was clear in his voice and the fact that he avoided looking at you.

K: Kisses - What are they like? Where do they kiss? 

His kisses would be as if it is the last time he'll ever get to kiss you. Always. He always kisses your lips unless it is during an intimate time and his lips may meet various areas of the body. Especially the neck.

L: Little Ones - How are they around children?

He is both a child and an adult. He would enjoy running around with them on their adventures, but someone has to parent them, otherwise chaos may happen. A happy medium between the two.

M: Mornings - How are mornings with them?

He is ready to go as soon as his alarm goes off or sometimes, he wakes up before the alarm. He would get his cup of coffee and breakfast before showering, doing his skincare routine, and then getting dressed and going to work. If he's running late, he'll do everything without the coffee and grab one from a local restaurant. 

N: Nights - How are nights with them?

He's tired from working all morning, so at times, he may only be halfway there. Before bed, he'll do a nightly routine before putting on and wearing silk pajamas and going to sleep.

O: Open - When would they reveal things? How open are they?

He's a pretty open person about basic things, things other friends typically know about one another. As for his past and the things he went through, it would be a few years before he opened up about it.

P: Patience - How easily angered are they?

He's a pretty patient person. It would be shocking too, for once, to see him angry. 

Q: Quizzes - How much do they remember about you?

He remembers everything, including that one time you mentioned you liked something. It was brief. He was probably asleep, but you were wrong. He surprised you with it.

R: Remember - Favorite moment with you?

His favorite memory would be the time he made you the happiest he had ever seen you.

S: Security - How protective are they of you?

He is very protective of his friends and women. So, he wouldn't hesitate to defend you in whatever is going on.

T: Try - How hard do they try with dates, etc?

He tries very hard to impress you. Flowers, candy, a stuffed animal, anything that makes you happy.

U: Ugly - Bad habits of theirs?

A bad habit of his would be when he avoids looking at you when he's nervous and upset. The difference between his nerves and being upset would be when he's nervous. His hands tremble. When he's upset, his voice changes. He doesn't want to shout at you. However, it would crack from the pain that he's in. It isn't often he's upset. 

V: Vanity - How concerned with their looks are they? 

He is very concerned. He has a skincare routine and sleeps in and with silk. 

W: Whole - Would they feel incomplete without you?

He would feel very incomplete. It's not the same without you being around. 

X: Xtra - A random headcanon about them?

He would notice when one of your clothes is starting to tear and would clean it (if it hasn't been yet), patch it, and hang it up as if nothing had happened. A surprise for you to find.

Y: Yuck - What are some things they dislike?

People who can't be honest, tell him how you really feel. Buttons. The word, 'haphazard.' Procrastinating.

Z: ZZZ - A sleep habit of theirs?

He keeps the blankets, he insists that he doesn't. You should probably start sleeping with your own blanket. Otherwise, it will be a battle with him.

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[thewritetofreespeech]

hello! could you do some scenarios for quicy boys? like jugram haschwalth, uyrru, ryuuken ishida, and bazz b with a reader with long hair? maybe finding out they have long hair because they always have it up?

You pinched the bridge of your nose as you felt the start of a class 1 headache budding behind your eyes. A symptom of being around the Bambie's for too long.

You loved all your Quincy ‘sisters’ equally. There were so few of you these days that they must be cherished and protected, even if you weren’t part of the group. But like most sisters they could get on your nerves and be almost impossible to deal with. Sometimes you needed a break.

Quickly making your way out of ear shot of the squabbling through the many secret corridors of the palace, you heave out a heavy sigh at the sound of peace & quiet and let your hair down. Relaxing for the first time in what felt like months now.

“What are you doing?”

You jump at being startled by another voice coming from another secret corridor, this part of the castle really just a maze, and feel your face heat up. “I was…just trying to be alone.”

Standing up straight and trying to right yourself in front of the Quincy Grand Master, you feel very uneasy being out of uniform like this. It was undignified, and unworthy of your station. “This portion of the castle is usually abandoned.”

“I know. That’s why I come here.” Jugram replied. Much to your surprise. “They’re quite loud aren’t they?”

“The Bambie's?”

“All of them.”

He then walked closer to you. Your breath catching in your throat as you thought he was going to scold you for being out of uniform. Instead, Jugram reached out and grabbed a lock of your hair. “I didn’t know your hair was this long.”

Your face felt incredibly hot as you looked up at him. Having to turn away from those green eyes before you faint. “I…I keep it up usually. It’s more presentable that way.”

Jugram smiled softly at you, and you thought your knees might buckle right then. “That’s what I admire about you. You always think of your actions in how they will affect the Sternritter and His Majesty.” You were surprised. You thought that Jugram never thought of you at all.

The blonde released your hair and took a step back. “Try not to wander off too far.” He then told you. “Can’t have you getting lost. Try to be back before last call.”

“I..I will!” He gave you a single nod and then went on his way. Leaving you a bit confused, as you stroked your hair.

“Oi! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” You turn around at the loud sound of Bazz-B barking. Able to hear him more than see him with the helmet on your head. “I’m the only hot head around here! You can’t just be running off like that!”

“But isn’t that supposed to be what an infantry member does?” You tell him as you pulled off your helmet. “Go in first and clear the way so the rest of you can come in and finish them off?”

Bazz-B seemed startled for a moment, but it certainly couldn’t have been by your logic. “What’s that?” He asked, pointing at you.

“What? What’s what?”

“That!” He repeated. Just pointing with more emphasis at your head like it he made it more obvious you’d get it. “What’s going on with your head?”

“My head?” You asked. Touching it and feeling for a wound. You don’t feel any and suddenly realize he was talking about your hair. He’d never seen it down before. “I couldn’t fit my helmet on with it up the usual way, so I had to just bunch it up under there. Why? Does it look bad?” You probably had the worst helmet hair.

The senior Quincy didn’t say anything. He just turned his head away. His face as pink as his mohawk. “No! I mean…it looks fine. I just didn’t know your hair was that long. It’s…nice.”

“Do you like people with long hair Bazz-B?”

“No!” He snapped at you, but seemed to immediately want to take it back as he turned away again. “It’s whatever. Hair is dumb anyway. It just gets in the way.”

“Do you think I should cut it then? So it fits under my helmet better?”

“No!!” That was the loudest one yet, and you smirk. “I mean…do whatever you want! What do I care what your hair looks like?!”

Bazz-B literally waved you off as he marched off. Seeming done with the conversation. You don’t cut it, but any time he annoyed you from then on you would comment on Liltotto, or some other short hair cut you saw, and how cute it would look on you.

“Hmmm….I’m never going to get this….” Something about math was just beyond your grasp. Words you were fine with. Pictures, descriptions. But math? You must have missed the line when you were supposed to queue up and get that skill that day.

“Don’t be so discouraged.” Uryuu told you, trying to be encouraging. “You’re getting better.”

“You’re just saying that because we’ve been at it for over an hour.” Time did not seem to be playing a factor in your skills at all.

It was that time of year when all the students buckled down and started cramming for their university finals. This would be the test that decided their future, and they had to be perfect. Funny how you’ve faced literal monsters and nearly the end of the world, but a stupid test was what kept you up at night worrying.

“Let’s just call it quits and help me pick an easier university. Or a job in retail.” You tell him as you pull your braid bun down.

“Don’t say that! You really are getting it. You just need too…..” Uryuu’s pep talk stopped as you started to take your braid apart. “What are you doing?”

“It’s too tight. I need to give it a minute to breathe.”

“I just…I’ve never seen you like that. With your hair down before.”

You thought about it for a moment and you supposed he was right. Since it was so long, you usually kept it up & braided for ease. You never really thought about wearing it another way. “I’d wear it down, but it just seems like a hassle.”

“You should….maybe try it some time….”

You turn to look at Uryuu, who was pushing up his glasses as he continued to write notes, “do you like long hair Uryuu?” He didn’t answer you, but his face turned pink as he started at his notes. His pen pressing into the paper harder.

You might not be good at math, but you could see what this was adding up to. “Maybe I’ll leave it down more.”

Surgery had been very loud. 6 hours working on your patient, but you were confident he was going to pull through. You were dead tired. You needed a shower to get the smell of blood and disinfectant off you, followed by a very long nap.

“Good work in there.” You look up to see Ryuuken following behind you. Pulling off his mask and surgical cap.

“Thanks. You too.” You told him, pulling off your own cap. “I was worried when they put the Director in for my surgery. All that time behind the desk, I thought you’d lost your touch.” You click on the water the wash up some and, when you don’t hear anything from behind you, you look back at Ryuuken. “What? I hurt your feelings?”

“Your hair is long.”

You blink a few times at the older man, then reach up to touch your hair. It was down. Like completely down. Your hair tie must have snapped when you were taking your cap off, but you were too tired to notice. “Damnit,” you curse quietly. Now what were you going to do? “I keep it up because it’s a little hard to practice medicine with it flying around. Why? You got a problem with it?”

“No,” he told you matter-of-factly. Also making his way over to the wash sink. “Actually, it suits you.”

You were a little taken a back by his compliment. Two in the last half hour no less. As far as you knew, that was more complimenting than Director Ishida did in a year. “Well, thanks.”

“Are you on call?” He then asked. To which you sort of shrug in response.

“I guess. I can’t leave until my patient wakes up.”

“Come by my office then.” Another surprise. “I want to go over the surgery notes when you’re done.”

You weren’t sure why, but it felt like surgery notes were the last thing he wanted to go over. Maybe you were just tired. In any case: shower, nap, check on patient, go see Ryuuken. Somewhere in there you had to find a new hair tie, but that could wait til later.

[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…”

[next chapter]

[gloryhrs]

⟡ 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐂𝐀𝐓! ━━ 「 Ryūken Ishida. 」

daughter reader. ʚɞ platonic only! ʚɞ req by @toofilthy! ;D

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ IT wasn’t a secret that Ryūken favored you over Uryu. From the moment you came into the world man knew you were going to be nothing but greatness.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ RYŪKEN loved the fact that you were so similar to him. From your steel blue eyes and white hair along with your cold and hardworking behavior. Which only caused him to work harder and put you up against Uryu.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ HE was extremely overprotective of you, when you were a child there would be times when he wouldn’t let you go outside to play with the other kids because of the 'dangers lurking around every corner.'

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ EVERYTHING was a competition when it came to you and Uryu, no matter how simple the task was. He would always find a way to make you turn on your brother.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ EVEN though Ryūken tried his hardest to separate you from Uryu it just wouldn’t work. You loved your younger brother deeply and no one could’ve break the bond you have with him.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ EVEN if he doesn’t like to show it, Uryu truly admirers you. You were strong, independent, and hardworking. He was proud to have you as a big sister.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ THROUGHOUT your childhood Ryūken refused to let you spend time with Uryu, he even told the younger to not call you his sister.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ AS the years passed and the older you became, you’ve began to distant yourself from your father, saying that he was a horrible man who never cared about Uryu nor your mom, whose body he constantly dissected on.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ RYŪKEN couldn’t find himself to be upset with you and your rebellious phase, you were nothing more than a mere copy of him when he was a teenager. Repeatedly running off to spend some time to yourself is always working.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ HE didn’t have the guts to apologize to you or brother at first, saying that it was no big deal and you were being dramatic again.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ BUT reality quickly punched him in his face when he realized once you leave for college, he’ll never hear from you again. All because he was too stubborn to apologize or admit he was in the wrong.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ YOU slammed your door in frustration as the sound of your father’s voice continued to ring through your head. You couldn’t stand the way your father was so overprotective of you and tried to make you compete with your brother. You were almost nineteen and he was still treating you like some little girl who always needed his help. But no matter what he did, you couldn’t hate him. He was your father, after all, the same man who gave you the world and everything more. But this was also the same man who barely showed your brother love and affection, not to mention what he did with your mother’s body.

The sudden knock at the door snapped you out of your thoughts. "Dad, I said I don’t want to talk to you right now!" You angrily stomped to the door. Your frown immediately went away when you saw your younger brother staring back at you with an expression of worry on his face. "Are you okay? I heard everything." Uryu looked down and fixed his glasses in order to avoid staring back into your cold blue eyes. You ran your hands through your hair as an heavy sigh left your lips; since you were both children, Uryu always worried about you.

"It’s nothing special, it’s just that I’m tired of dad treating me like a child." You sat down at your desk as the college acceptance letters took up most of the space. Uryu's eyes softened at your current state; he didn’t like the fact that Ryuuken and finding the perfect college were stressing you out. The dark eye bags are becoming more noticeable each day. "Sorry to hear that. Are you planning on leaving once you find a college?" He saw your shoulders tense up from the question. Instead of pushing forward on the question, Uryu just stayed quiet.

The sound of the door creaking open slowly made you and Uryu turn your heads towards it, and the sight of your dad caused you to scoff under your breath. Ryken cleared his throat and said, "There’s something important I want to tell you both. "Starting with you, Uryu." The black-haired Ishida's ears perked up slightly at the mention of his name. "I want to apologize for everything I’ve done. I’m sorry for putting you on such a high pedestal at such a young age. I know I wasn’t the best father to you in the past, but I’m here to change that. If you don’t want to forgive me now, then that’s fine. I just wanted to get that off my chest." He glanced at Uryu before turning his attention to you.

"And Y/n, I am truly sorry for hiding you from the real world and not giving you a chance at making friends. I saw so much of myself in you and I decided to keep you close at all times, without knowing I was hurting you. I still have a lingering guilt in my chest from when I made you and Uryu compete with each other. And banning you to stay away from him. Nether of you didn’t deserve any of that, so that’s why I’ve came to apologize. I love you both with all of my heart." He eyes stared back into yours, without even noticing how tears were gathering in your eyes.

"I love you too, dad." You wrapped your arms around him to engulf him in a hug. "Come here Uryu." You reached out to grab your younger brother so he could join the hug as well, his arms awkwardly hugging you neck.

© gloryhrs, 042023. // notes and reblogs are appreciated! (≧∇≦) /

[sinzkiller]

-Random Bleach group chat-

Mayuri created a group chat

Mayuri added Renji

Mayuri added Ichigo

Mayuri added Uryu

Mayuri: Well...well... Which one of you idiot(s) that eat my incomplete experiment?

Ichigo: Who's stupid enough to eat something that you made 💀

Uryu: Agreed, why you left it at such an open place then?

Mayuri: DO NOT QUESTIONED ME QUINCY BOY. SOMEONE LIKE YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND A SCIENTIST LIKE ME.

Mayuri: Anyway it's a pill I created for captain Komamura, a pill that can make someone's fur/hair looks shiny and healthy.

Mayuri: And, it's still incomplete

Uryu: Wow :)

Ichigo: Hehe should have made one for our long hair queen too(Ikkaku)

Ichigo: Anyway why the hell you suspected the three of us to eat your experiment??

Mayuri: A scientist's instinct.

Mayuri: It's fine then, I let it slide this time, I feels like want to see the side effects of my incomplete experiment :D

Uryu: I bet you're smiling like a maniac right now

Uryu: Hold up.. where's Renji?

Ichigo: He said Byakuya send him to deliver something for Squad 12

Ichigo: Hold tf up 💀

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Meanwhile Renji, who's still hungry after eating such a suspicious but delicious looking candy inside a suspicious room:

[unohanadaydreams]

🥵 + uryu

I deliver unto you, one dtf theater nerd with way too much time on his hands.

Uryu Ishida:

It becomes obvious after a few days that, more than ever, he’s intent on seducing you with his eloquence and suave approaches. The set up is very important for him. How he approaches you, what words he uses, your reactions--they all matter almost as much as the actual love making.

There’s no where to run and sulk if you point out that there doesn’t always need to be a perfectly choreographed song and dance. Eventually, he’ll have to come around to the idea of more natural, vulnerable seduction. You both grabbing for his glasses, hands knocking them further up his nose as they clash, or you catching him off guard to the point where the only cure for his tied tongue is your own tongue sweeping to his rescue (and mouth)--that sort of vulnerable intimacy.

He’s a HUGE fan of roleplay. With his love of set up, the scenarios can last hours to days. Will you wander the house, a royal unwilling to marry their intended while he plays your every loyal servant, gently touching his glove to yours for a brief moment, a touch light enough to be played for an accident, as he says “we all do what we must”, continuing to build up days of romantic and sexual tension? If you want to roleplay with Uryu, you will!

Uryu loves eye contact. You’ll be almost there, your eyes twisted shut as the pleasure pooling in your stomach tightens beyond baring, and he’ll slow or stop all together, his fingers brushing your cheek, and coax you to open your eyes for him. Love making is often drawn out or teasing because of this (and perhaps, seeing you squirm and plead for him to give you more becomes just as addicting as the eye contact).

With his love of visuals, he’ll probably get inspired to be creative and start positioning you both next to a mirror, to better see you from (with him) from all angles, his glasses on to better see everything. (It’s also a lovely way for you to keep eye contact through the mirror when you throw your head back form a particularly delicious thrust).

[ayinvui]

@ishihimeweek day two: chasing comets//candy floss

[thisisatesttai]

How Bleach (2022) can Shake Things Up

So I wrote my “Ichihime is canon” version of what I think the final season of Bleach needs to do to fix the manga’s rushed finale.  It basically tied up the loose ends of the Orihime/Ichigo/Rukia love triangle in a way that jutsified the epilogue.  However, there’s one crucial bit of information that I left out that changes everything.

This is the perfect time to kill Renji.

If I’ve said it once, I’ll say it a million times more, Renji should have died in the Soul Society arc. That being said, in the outline I gave for the final battle with Yhwach, we need a reason for Rukia to replace Renji in the final battle against Yhwach.  We also need to establish some stakes for this battle, because as many people have pointed out, Yhwach is kind of a lackluster final boss for the series. This could be solved by having him kill off a beloved character--like Renji. We even get a moment where Renji thanks Ichigo for giving him a chance to make a move on Rukia, which can now be a tragic “what could have been” scenario. How does Yhwach do it? I dunno, Renji’s just bad at fighting XD Maybe Yhwach has some kind of instant-kill technique, or we get an episode or two of a fight between Ichigo, Renji, and Yhwach, but at a low point, Ichigo sees Renji go down. Rukia, from where she is, would feel Renji die and can dash over and join him, but now we've raised the stakes, as we've seen that Yhwach has the power to kill either of our two heroes.

And so, they defeat Yhwach. All is well, but now the epilogue has to change. Most obviously, Rukia cannot go on to have a family with Renji, though I think she would still return to the Soul Society and become Captain of the 13th Guard. This could be the only change that ripples out from Renji’s death, but for the sake of argument, let’s address the rest of the epilogue.

What would Ichigo’s happy ending be? Personally, I never bought that Ichigo would want to grow up to run his father’s clinic and raise a family. These are not thing that Ichigo has ever shown any interest in. What we know he enjoys is fighting to protect people. Which he could do by joining the Soul Society. Maybe after this final battle at Rukia’s side, Ichigo will decide that his life in the world of the living has ended, and he’ll go with Rukia to the Soul Society, which has always been an option quietly but pointedly ignored by the series, to the point where you’re aware it’s there but no one’s willing to talk about it. Now, this doesn’t have to be a romantic thing, in fact I would expect that Ichigo and Rukia would be played as fully platonically living together in the Seireitei as professional partners--but don’t expect that to stop the shippers ; )

But then what about poor Orihime? Well, I have an answer for this too. You see, she still gets her speech from Rukia about how she needs to just be herself rather than trying to become what she thinks Ichigo wants, but when Renji dies, Rukia needs to leave. This is where Uryu comes in; we already know he’s in the area, given how the manga ended, but if Rukia is going to join Ichigo, Uryu makes sense as who Rukia could leave the injured Orihime behind with. And we’ve always known Uryu had a crush on Orihime...

That should be self-explanatory, but I decided I’m not gonna leave that point hanging, actually. The reason Ishida works as a romantic interest for Orihime and Ichigo doesn’t is because Ishida has always appreciated Orihime for who she is, and in many ways he fits Orihime’s image of Ichigo better than Ichigo does. If, at this moment, Orihime and Uryu had a minute alone together, I can see Orihime making some realizations and tying up both characters’ respective romantic arcs.

Also also, I think we lose the weird ominous way that Yhwach is defeated this way? I’ve never understood why Bleach chose to end on a non-ending where Yhwach is explicitly said to be coming back someday, but if the ending is changed for the anime, it all makes sense. Now the heroes can defeat Yhwach definitively, and the manga shows us how things could have gone worse if they’d made some different choices leading up to it. It kind of implies that Ichigo and Rukia’s bond is just that potent, too, which I like (because it ties into the themes of Bleach--not [just] for shipping reasons!)

And so that’s my definitely-not-gonna-happen-even-if-it’s-better-than-what-we-get pitch for Bleach’s ending. Renji dies, as he was always intended to, Ichigo ascends to the Soul Society so he can spend the rest of his existence with his totally-platonic-friend Rukia, and Uryu and Orihime find in each other the acceptance they need to settle down and start a family, and everyone, (except Renji) lives happily ever after.

Also Chad doesn’t get into boxing, wtf that’s the literal opposite of what he’s always been about XD