#uryu fanfiction

[itjazzbicch]

Just A Dream?

Pairing:  Uryu Ishida x Reader 

Summary: Having a strange dream involving the reader's closest friend, worries them because of how real it felt. Uryu notices their strange behavior and questions it, all of this making the reader wonder if it was really just a dream...

Warnings:  Reader panics from their dream (That's about it!)

Word Count: 1k 

"So, this is what it comes down to…"

Where was I? Everything was dark, sky red like it was the apocalypse or something, eyes solely focused on one thing—someone standing on a building high above me.

"After everything we've been through."

Tears were streaming down my face despite the soulless tone I had. My sight was entirely focused, and saw that someone.

Uryu.

Suddenly, things flashed almost like television static. My heart was pounding out of my chest, this burning pain flowing through my body, his blue Quincy arrows soaring through the sky.

It felt like my head was going to explode, the vein in my neck throbbing as I strained my voice, hearing my heart breaking with a scream:

"URYU!!!!"

My scream was so loud that I jumped in my desk, bumping my head off the window. I was still in class.

That was a dream? It felt so real. My nerves were still burning, feeling heavy as my body was still waking up.

"Hey," Orihime peeked over at me, leaning over to whisper, "You okay?"

"Mhm," I hummed, trying to shake off this weird feeling, "I just fell asleep, is all."

Orihime had known me long enough to know that something was bothering me, but she only nodded, patting my hand with a smile to let me know she was there.

I smiled back a smidge, I stretched my legs, and for the rest of the day, I was so zoned out, just following Orihime around like a zombie.

Even as school ended, we met with Ichigo, Chad, and Uryu. They all wanted to hang out at Ichigo's place like we usually did.

Not saying a word, I carefully followed behind them, unable to stop staring at Uryu's back facing me, my dream from earlier replaying in my mind.

It was just a dream, but it felt like so much more than that. Not having a single answer to why I'd have such a dream made me beyond anxious, jumping as he slowed down, turning his head to find me.

"You okay, Y/N?"

"Yeah, I guess," I mumbled, slowing down more as he matched my pace, being kind and trying to figure out what was wrong:

"Did something happen? You're not being yourself."

"I'm just in my head today, for some reason," I sighed, so frightened by that dream that I was shaking, "Is it okay if I ask you something, though?"

"What is it?" Stopping at the top of a set of stairs so that we could have some space from our friends, I had to swallow a breath before I could even meet his gaze and ask:

"Nothing could ruin our friendship, right?"

"Of course not," He answered, perplexed as to why I'd ask such a question, "We can finally live normal lives. Nothing would ruin it, Y/N. Besides, I'd hate to be stuck with Ichigo and them all alone."

Laughing nervously in his attempt to make me laugh too, I didn't budge an inch.

When I looked into his eyes, I was reliving my dream. Seeing him on top of that building, the coldness in his eyes.

My shaking became so bad that I felt weak in the knees and sick like I wanted to curl up in a ball on the ground.

"Are you sure that you're okay?" Noticing, he tried comforting me by wrapping an arm around me, freezing at my slight cries:

"I'm sorry. I don't know what's with me today. I feel sick."

"Don't apologize-" Mid-sentence, we both heard Ichigo at the end of the stairs:

"Y/N! Uryu! You two coming or what?"

"Actually," Uryu spoke up, stepping forward so Ichigo could see him at the top of the stairs, "I'm going to take Y/N home. They're not feeling well, and I don't want them walking off alone."

"You okay, Y/N?"

"You guys just go ahead without me," I mumbled, carefully descending the stairs, "I don't wanna ruin your plans. I think that I need to lie down."

"No," Uryu insisted, following me down, "I'm at least taking you home. You're shaking like hell."

"You want us to get you anything?" Orihime offered, too.

Painfully faking a smile for her, I shook my head, "No, thank you. I appreciate it, though. I'm just going to walk with Uryu back home."

"Be careful and take care of yourself," Ichigo murmured, trying to assess the situation and, much like Uryu, knowing something serious was bugging me.

"We will," With a hand on my back, Uryu guided me toward my house, walking in silence till we finally got to my home, "You know that if something's wrong, you can tell me, Y/N."

I wanted to tell him, but I knew I'd just sound crazy, my back facing him and fighting tears again, only listening as he added:

"I know we all have our issues with life in general, and since we're alone, you can tell me anything. I won't say a word to anyone."

He was trying to be a good friend; we were relatively closer to one another than the rest of our friends.

Getting over the nerves, I turned and hugged him. Tightly hugging, I somewhat accepted that it was just a dream, but needing more confirmation, "Just make me a promise?"

"What is it?" Looking up at him, his face was pink, flustered by my hug, but he took me seriously as I asked:

"If anything ever happens where our friendship is in jeopardy, promise me that we can talk things out?"

"Of course," He said quickly, fixing his glasses and needing to build up the courage to hug me back.

"Thank you," I whispered, hiding my face but feeling some comfort as he squeezed me some, still curious as to why I'd asked such a thing but trying to help me as much as he could:

"You're my best friend. There's no need to thank me." 

2023 © itjazzbicch — do not repost or translate my work. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome 

[arabella0001]

you drunk text them part 1

characters: Urahara, Aizen, Grimmjow, Ulquiorra

part 2 here: Ichigo, Renji, Isihida, Byakuya, Toshiro, Shunsui

[my-my-my]

KINKMAS DAY 1 (AKA KINKTOBER DAY 13 LOL) - Corset: Adult!Uryuu Ishida x Female Reader

Summary: Uryuu has been plagued by the same dream for months now, and how now taken upon himself to “fix” this issue… which leads him to designing a corset for you.

TW: slightly cross-dressing (slight), slight femdom. Uryuu is super bashful and kind of shy, but he’s not a virgin. Implied long-term relationship with reader.

Word count: 1590

Read on AO3 here.

Uryuu stared at the mannequin with intensity. His eyebrows were furrowed, his scowl deep as he fanned his hands over the corset fitting the mannequin.

It had to be perfect. Anything less was undeserving to be worn by you.

He had hand picked the silk, the boning and everything in between as he taught himself on how to create a corset. He was obsessed with every detail in its creation. All because he dreamt of you wearing one.

Dreamt. He thought to himself, no. Continuously dreamed of was more accurate. The dream of you wearing a corset plagued his dreams for months, to the point where he had to make it a reality.

Uryuu spun the mannequin to its back, as he trailed his fingers along the lacing of the corset. He had handpicked the fabric, calling his old classmates in the Handicraft Club for suggestions and recommendations. His fingers bore tiny scars – cuts as he aligned every piece of steel boning, imagining how it would hug your body in such a way that drew him mad.

His scowl returned as he wondered what you would think of this gift. Would you be happy? A slight frown crosses his face as he drops his hand. Would you be disturbed? Either way, Uryuu was determined to finish the corset, his dreams of you would never leave him otherwise.

Christmas was nearing and you were ecstatic to spend it with Uryuu. You had already preordered fried chicken and Christmas cake for the two of you and had neatly wrapped and put away your gift for him under the small tree of his apartment. You had a skip in your step as you rushed to Uryuu’s apartment, groceries in tow as you thought of what to make for dinner.

With the extra key he gave you in your hand, you opened the door to his home. His shoes were neatly lined at the entrance, signaling that he was already home. You heard rustling in another room, so dropping off the groceries in the kitchen, you made your way to his office.

Your eyes flew wide open at the sight.

Uryuu was wearing a corset?!

“Uryuu?!” You asked, as you looked over his body. An uncharacteristic yelp came out of Uryuu as he tried to hide himself in embarrassment.

“It’s not what you think!” He stammered, his face completely red, the flush spreading down his body.

“I mean, you look good in it.” You laughed, trying to cheer him up.

He avoided your gaze as he fidgeted with his glasses, a habit he did out of anxiety. He mumbled something that you couldn’t quite catch.

“I’m sorry, Uryuu. But I do mean it, you look great in it.” You smiled at him, as you came closer to him.

“It’s for you.” He grumbled. You stood there, staring at him.

“For me?” You looked surprised.

“I’m wearing it to make sure the fabric was soft enough for you.” Uryuu sighed, the red in his face dissipating into pink, “I made this for you.” He shyly looked down at the ground.

For the few years you two dated, it always surprised you when Uryuu became bashful. He was so earnest in his feelings; it took you aback sometimes. Today was no different. You gently grabbed his hand and squeezed it, putting it to your face.

“I’m more than happy to wear it now.” You smiled at him. “It’ll help with final adjustments.” You giggled as the pink in his cheeks brightened.

You slipped your sweater over your heard when you heard Uryuu make a sound.

“Don’t tell me you’re shy! You’ve seen me naked before!” You laughed at Uryuu, who looked away at you.

“This is different.” He murmured, still avoiding your gaze.

“It doesn’t have to be.” You teased, as you turned around and shook your hips as your pants slid to the ground. You turned to face him again and unhooked your bra, letting it fall to the floor. “Do you want me to keep my panties on?” You teased him again.

“Do what you want!” Uryuu quickly said, as his cheeks burned, but he slipped the corset off him and helped secure it on you.

He had designed it where it nested right under your breasts, pushing them up and closer together. Uryuu spun you around, with your back towards him as he laced the corset up. You yelped as you felt your breasts push up and against each other.  

You trailed your fingers against the boning of the corset. Tiny details of lace flowers and quincy crosses adorned the body of the corset, bringing a smile to your lips. This was certainly an Uryuu creation.

“It feels amazing, Uryuu.” You turned to face him, kissing him on the cheek.

“It’s not complete yet though.” Uryuu said, as his eyes scanned over your body. He let his hands roam, cupping your breasts, then trailing down the curve of your hips. He turned to his office cabinet and brought a gift bag out, “you’re missing this.”

You opened the bag to see lace thigh-high stockings. “I didn’t know you were so into lingerie, Dr. Ishida.” You grinned at him, watching him fidget with his glasses again.

“You got it wrong!” He quickly explained, “I had a dream of you wearing it.” He said quietly.

Your ears perked up at that comment as you pulled the final stocking up your leg. Uryuu couldn’t help but gulp audibly as he saw bits of your thighs spilling over the top of the stocking. His cock was beginning to feel uncomfortable in his slacks.

“Oh?” You snickered, making your way towards him. “Tell me more about this dream of yours, Uryuu. Who knows… maybe I can make it real.” You whispered into his ear, before giving him a nip at his earlobe.

Uryuu was pushed against his office desk, as you found your way in between his legs. Uryuu couldn’t stop staring at you, how beautiful and real you looked in front of him, wearing one of his creations. The way your breasts jiggled with each step you took.

You were kissing his face, avoiding his lips and trailing down his neck and his chest. You quickly found yourself on your knees as you undid his belt, pulling his pants down. You smiled up at him as you palmed his growing shaft through his briefs. Uryuu shuddered as you pulled his cock out.

Without warning, you wrapped your lips around the head of cock, lapping up the precum he was leaking. You moaned around him as Uryuu threaded his fingers through your hair, pushing you further down his erection. You bobbed your head lazily, feeling him grow in your mouth. But before you could finish, he tugged your head away.

“In my dream,” Uryuu panted, his glasses off, his cheeks flushed red, “you were riding me.”

You gave his cock a quick kiss before it disappeared from your view, “that can be arranged, Dr. Ishida.” As he lowered himself to the floor.

You shimmied your underwear away and placed your legs on either side of Uryuu’s hips. His hands were holding you above him as you guided his cock to your wet entrance. You continued to tease him though, as you rubbed his cockhead over your slick slit, his head brushing against your sensitive clit.

Then Uryuu slammed you down on to him, a moan bubbling out of you from the sudden fullness of his cock. Uryuu panted as he looked at you. The corset emphasized your breasts, as he carefully rolled his hips up, causing you to shift on top of him, your breasts bouncing from the movement.

He was transfixed, as you managed to steady yourself. You placed your hands on his abdomen and lifted your hips up, gently coming down, moans bubbling out of you from the feeling. But it wasn’t enough for Uryuu.

He wanted to see you scream his name, like you did in his dream. His hands went back to your hips, guiding you to a faster rhythm, before you were too lost in pleasure. Uryuu lifted his hips and quickened his pace, his cock pushing in and out of you with such intensity. He let one hand go from your hip, as he reached to pinch your nipple, earning another shriek from you.

You slipped your hand to your folds, rubbing your clit as Uryuu continued to pound into your sore cunt. Your pussy throbbed from Uryuu’s thrusts that you began to chant Uryuu’s name.

Uryuu looked like he was close himself, the way his eyes were closed as he groaned your name with each roll of his hips. He moaned your name as you felt his cock twitch inside you, his cum slowly dripping out.

But Uryuu wasn’t selfish.

Just before you could process what was happening, you found yourself on top of his face, his lips wrapped around your clit as you shrieked, your orgasm rushing through you. A mix of your juices and his cum dripped down his chin as his tongue swiped at your folds, licking you and savouring the mix.

He pulled you off from his face, letting you lay next to him on the floor.

“If you have another dream like that again, Uryuu” you panted next to him, pulling his face towards you, “tell me.” You kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips.

Uryuu gave you a soft smile, kissing you on the forehead, “I know. You’d make any of my dreams a reality.”

WOW SORRY FOR THE DELAY. WRITER'S BLOCK IS A BITCH.

NEXT UP IS KISUKE AND HUMILIATION!!!

TITLE ON AO3 IS FROM ALVVAY'S "DREAMS TONITE"

THANK YOU FOR READING!!

[brittscafe]

Kinktober Masterlist

Hi! I've decided to try and participate in Kinktober this year! I'm so excited to write all of these. I'll update this master list as I publish these works.

I'll mostly be writing for Bleach, but I also be writing for Demon Slayer and Jujutsu Kaisen!

Masterlist

Day 1: Love bites (Gin Ichimaru x reader)

Day 2: Thigh riding (Shunsui Kyoraku x female reader)

Day 3: Public sex (Aizen Sosuke x female reader)

Day 4: Cockwarming (Jushiro Ukitake x female reader)

Day 5: Spanking (Shinji Hirako x female reader)

Day 6: Toys (Kisuke Urahara x female reader)

Day 7: Choking (Kenpachi Zaraki x male reader)

Day 8: Pegging (Renji Abarai x female reader)

Day 9: Threesome (Jushiro x Shunsui x female reader)

Day 10: Shower Sex (Ichigo Kurosaki x female reader)

Day 11: Overstimulation ( Tōshirō Hitsugaya x female reader)

Day 12: Mirror sex (Ryuken Ishida x female reader)

Day 13: Shower sex (Ulquiorra Cifer x female reader)

Day 14: Begging (Nnoitra Gilga x female reader)

Day 15: Riding (Coyote Starrk x female reader)

Day 16: Edging (Byakuya Kuchiki x female reader)

Day 17: Size kink +choking + aphrodisiac (Aizen Sosuke x female reader)

Day 18: Face sitting (Isshin Kurosaki x female reader)

Day 19: Hate sex (Kensei Muguruma x female reader)

Day 20: Love bites + overstimulation (Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x female reader)

Day 21: Squirting (As Nodt x female reader)

Day 22: Praise kink (Shunsui Kyoraku x female reader)

Day 23: Sleepy sex (Jushiro Ukitake x male reader)

Day 24: Oral, f! receiving (Shuhei Hisagi x female reader)

Day 25: Edging + mirror sex (Aizen Sosuke x female reader)

Day 26: Daddy kink (Ryuken Ishida x female reader)

Day 27: Soft sex (Jugram Haschwalth x female reader)

Day 28: Rope bunny (Uryu Ishida x male reader)

Day 29: Blindfolded (Ikkaku Madarame x female reader)

Day 30: Soft sex (Ichigo Kurosaki x female reader)

Day 31: Rough sex + daddy kink (Aizen Sosuke x female reader)

Extras:

Sensation kink (Shūsuke Amagai x female reader)

Love in the Dark part 2 (Kisuke Urahara x female reader)

I may or may not have forgotten about my Love in the Dark series with Kisuke Urahara, so don't worry pt 2 of that will be coming out on any one of these 31 days, don't miss it! <3

[sometimesibewriting]

Frustration

🍆18+ smut fic MINORS DO NOT INTERACT  🍆

✨Summary: You and Uryu are searching for something in his family's library but he can't find it. After seeing how upset he is you let him take it out on you.

🍆 Everyone is 18+ in this one shot.

📃Wordcount: 1,479

❌Warnings: Unprotective, rough smex

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55890400

💙I tried to play with Uryu's personality here. I wanted to write him a little rougher here but still have his personality stay close to his canon one. That being said if he seems a little too OOC apologizes. I have so many smut fic ideas for him, but smut takes a while for me to write and edit. So there will be more in the future there just gonna take me a while to get out. （；´д｀）ゞ

"Is this not breaking and entering?" You asked as you turned another corner. "I used to live here remember," Uryu answered sternly. "You don't anymore, besides your dad-" 

"What about that man?" His voice icy. "Never mind." Your body tensed, this side of Uryu was weird to you as he was usually calm and collected. He wasn’t one to let his emotions spill out like that. But right now that wasn't the Uryu before you as the both of you walked the halls he used to live in.

He stopped in front of two heavy wooden doors and tried to push them open but they didn't budge. He sucked his teeth, pulled out his sewing kit, and began working on the lock. Uryu said his dad was at work yet you still kept a lookout, it distracted you from what the both of you were doing.

A click was heard a few minutes later he pushed the door, it opening this time. "Pretentious. He put a lock on the door because of last time." He spoke to himself. 

"Because of you finding the book." Uryu pushed up his glasses shaking his head yes. He walked in and then down the stairs as you stood there staring in awe. The place was big but something about it having a library with shelves and shelves had you floored. What even were all these books about? Did his father read them, did Uryu read any of them when he was little?

You walked down looking all around you. "This is kind of crazy." 

"He's crazy." Uryu spat as he hit the last step you followed him towards the back of the library, "So what are we looking for again?" You asked. 

"Documentation." He began pulling out books flipping through them. "Why would he hide it here? Wouldn't he have that stuff in a lock box in his office or room?"

"Ryuken knows that's the first place I would look, also given that he locked the door I would say I'm right on the money." Both of you began to flip through books you taking one side while Uryu took the other, his suggestion to make things go faster.

You didn't know how long you both spent there but you could slowly feel yourself losing your mind as you looked ahead at all the bookcases. Looking down at the watch you could see there was a lot of time left but still. You heard the sound of a book hitting the floor and walked to the source of the sound.

"Shit," Uryu shouted in frustration leaning against one of the bookshelves, the back of his head hitting the self. You walked over gently putting each hand on the side of his face not sure of what to say. That was when he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into a tight hug.

His face went into the crook of your neck, you wrapped your arms around his neck he wasn't crying. It wasn't the best idea but Uryu started kissing your neck. You weren't taken back by this action and just let it happen it wasn't like this was your first time with him anyway.

Uryu worked his way up from your neck to your cheek only stopping a few inches from your face, looking at you for approval, you looked back in a way that gave him that approval. He kissed your lips softly, before deaping the kiss and pushing off the bookcase he was leaning pinning you against the opposite shelf. His hands going all over your body. Stopping at your chest to play with it through your clothes.

He moved his knee to separate your legs apart. His lips moved off of yours so you could both get air, you began rubbing your lower half against his knee glad that you wore a skirt today. Without missing a beat you took off your shirt causing him to go back in for another kiss.

This time you ceased your grinding putting your hand inbetween his legs rubbing him nice and slowly. Uryu rutted his crotch against your hand to get friction, you could feel him getting hard under your touch. His lips parted from you once more, "Can you turn around." It was said in more of a now tone than a question. But his harsher tone didn't bother you, it was kind of hot to see this side come from.

You did what he said turning your back towards him, facing the other bookshelf in front of you he pulled down your panties rather quickly. The air hitting your bare crotch. The situation the both of you were in made the sensation almost feel new. Uryu’s hand went to the clasp of the bar undoing it with ease.

He began to rub between your legs, you spread them further apart as a way to tell him you wanted more. Uryu put one finger in moving it in and out. After a while he added a second then a third, he was going nice in slow which was the norm, he enjoyed riling you up. Between the fingers and the situation, you were slowly becoming undone. Without warning he sped up his pace causing you to hold onto the bookshelf.

Uryu leaned over and said into your ear. "Remember what I said, my dad isn't going be back till one in the morning it's mid-afternoon. You can scream all you want, in fact I would like it if you would.." His tone was icy, it sounded as if he was taunting an enemy that was getting on his nerves. He pulled back and then harshly shoved back in all three of his fingers. Causing you to yelp it echoing off the empty library walls.

"Ishida." You whined.

He grabbed your chin with his free hand roughly making you look at him. "Call me by my first name I don't want to hear my last name right now." You shook your head as he pulled his fingers out of you, wondering if that was him punishing you for doing something wrong. Uryu took the bottom of your skirt lifting it over your butt. He then began to roughly rub his clouted crotch against it rough. "Fuck." He said through labored breathing holding onto the same bookcase trying to steady himself. 

Uryu pulled away, you didn't dare look at him all you could make out was the sound of him undoing his pants. It didn't take long for you to feel his bare hard-on on your buttocks wet with pre-cum. He rubbed himself against you but slowly sighing in relief.

He leaned over again kissing you softly, "Uryu." You said softly as he kissed your lips. "You always taste good to me." He deepend the kiss slipping into you with no problem. "Uryu...fuck." You managed to get out as he sunk deeper into you. He held you as he stayed leaning over you giving you time to adjust. Uryu then pulled back his hips causing you to gasp, he brought them back forward. The sound of both your bodies connecting. 

Once he got a rhythm he sped up, causing you to rock into the shelf. After a few thrusts, his hands came forward rolling your breasts together. His hands then traveled down to play with both your nipples at the same time. Your back arched, the way he always did you made you feel good. But what you were feeling now was way different than the other times you've done it together. It pushed you over the edge and you came the orgasm washing over you.

Uryu pulled out of you but wasn’t finished yet, he turned you around facing him. "Would you let me finish?" He asked breathing heavily. "Of course." You spread your legs once more, he slipped in again. He held your leg against his hip as he began trusting again this time harsher with no regard for your being. 

Your arms found their way to his shoulders holding on for dear life. His trust pushes you into the bookshelf, knocking off some of the books. He pulled out almost far enough to be out of you and then slammed back in. That was when he released into you. He held you both your panting slowing down. Uryu's face softened as he looked at you.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. You gave him a reassuring smile. "It's okay you were just frustrated." 

"Still I shouldn't have taken it out on you...like that." His voice full of regret. You took a piece of misplaced hair and put it behind his ear. "I didn't mind but I do think it shouldn't be a regular thing, let's clean up and talk about this later. Okay?" You placed a kiss on his lips as he shook his head in agreement.

[obsessedwhim]

Only If You Do

"Hey, Ichigo?"

"Hm, yeah?"

"Promise me. Promise me you'll live"

A green spear of light struck through your chest. Alarge creature standing behind you without a glance at your collapsing corpse as he retrieved his weapon. Black hair dragged by a whaling gust while his long wings split through the vengeful draft.

Ichigo, without any heart left in him, still found the spirit to watch and feel the cold air that stung at his silver tears. He could still muster the strength to hear his friends calling for him from a whole world away. Their throats shredding as they screeched his name.

Weak knees crumpled to a hard surface and though Ichigo couldn't see it, his heart had already left him. Gone to be with you instead.

A black hole ate away from the middle of the ginger's chest, his face contorting into uncanny pain as your flattened body burned itself into the back of Ichigo's blinding eyes. His once-strong body collapsed to the same floor you lay on.

A smile you would bear only for him echoed through his hollow body, only once but it was enough.

Ichigo grabbed at your wrist and dragged you close with a pompous smile, losing his grip to wrap his arm around your head and place a perfect kiss on your hairy crown.

He laughed as you turned red.

There was nothing left, nothing like you to hold back this monstrous feeling. Ichigo's hair grew long and his body larger.

A broken scream filled Hueco Mundo. 

"Only if you do"

[electronicwitchcollection]

request written for @stygianoir for “love at first sight fluff” starring Szayelaporro, Mayuri, Aizen and Adult Uryu. I added the prompt “kiss me” because I’ve been wanting to use it for a while 😂 had to do it as headcannon(esq) otherwise it would’ve been 30k and taken me three/six weeks. Aizen is also written slightly different, I couldn’t match his personality with the pure emotion of love 🙃 First time writing for three of these, they’re not my usual, so I struggled, hope I didn’t disappoint 💜

Szayelaporro

*When Szayelaporro first laid eyes on you, you were bound tightly, bag covering your face

Aizen had entered his lab, dragging you along behind him, ignoring the muffled protests coming from you.

* "Aizen sama? To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence in my laboratory this morning?"

*"a gift"  you were thrown forward, hitting the ground loudly"to do with as you please "

*Intrigued and almost giddy with the prospect of a new body to experiment on, Szayelaporro lifted you easily in his arms, dropping you unceremoniously to the large metal operating table situated in the middle of his lab.

*Pulling the bag from your head "let's see what we have under here" his whole world stopped spinning on his axis when his eyes caught your own. A defiant gleam in your eyes overshadowed the unknown fear as you stared him down

* You were magnificent. A truly breathtaking specimen. Every curve of your face, the rose colour tint of your lips as they bit down over the fabric gagging you to silence. Perfection personified.

* His heart froze, tightly pinching in his chest as the scenery around you blurred into washed out white.

* Fate. He had heard the absurd phenomena used by humans. An unknown series of decisions dictating the direction your life lead. And until that moment, the scientist had brushed it away as unfounded nonsense.

*Until he laid eyes on you. You were made for him, he was sure. No test or experiment could offer physical proof of what he felt in that moment.

*You were his and he was yours. He fell in love in that moment.

*He brought you to live in his palace, warning all the underlings that if any harm came to you, they would be subjected to the most horrific experimentations, they would spend the rest of their days pleading for death

*He came to your room often, showering you with gifts, inventions he had made for you. A synthetic flower he created in a glass jar sat next to your bed. It had arrived the day after you confessed you missed flowers, something unable to grow in the dark barren wasteland of hueco Mundo.

*You talked, late into the nights. Listening intently to his excitement regarding new experiments, sparing you the gory details. Offering your own intelligent insight

*He touched you often. Pushing your hair behind your ear. Hand settling at the small of your back when he accompanied you in strolls. Yet you seemed oblivious to his advances, never returning your own

*"Am I not sufficiently fulfilling your needs?" He asked you suddenly one evening, as you sat together reading

*You closed your book, regarding him with a confused look "Szayelaporro?"

*"why do you not reciprocate my love for you?" He crawled closer to you on the couch, lifting your hand in his own.

*"your love?" Your mind started swimming. He loved you? How have you not noticed? Your eyes scan your room, no longer feeling like a prison.. it hadn't felt that way for weeks..

* The flower he gifted you next to your bed, covered in brightly colours blankets and pillows to bring a pop of colour to the drab space.The piles of books he brought for your entertainment. The sweet human treats you didn't even give thought to how he came in possession of...

*"I have loved you since the first moment I laid my eyes on you. You have burrowed your way into my every waking thought. Every decision I make, I make with you in mind. I yearn to see your smile, that mischievous grin. I..."

*"Szayelaporro,"  you interrupted him breathlessly "kiss me"

Mayuri 

*The 12th gave you the creeps. You hurried down the corridor, following the twists and turns. Trying to ignore the suspicious screaming coming from behind closed doors, the strong aroma of chemicals. Your Captain had asked you to deliver the most recent numbers regarding Hollow attacks, and you were desperate to get in and out as fast as you could

*The door to the main lab opened with a whoosh. The darkened space made it difficult to see as you walked in "excuse me, Captain Kurotsuchi. I have the report from ... ooof" 

*You had walked into something solid, papers falling from your hand to scatter on the floor as you reached out to stable yourself

*Mayuri froze as you gripped onto his captains coat. The instinct to cut off your arm, modify it to chase you around and beat you across the head quickly evaporated as Your warm delicate fingers, seeped your warmth quickly through to his skin. His body rose in temperature, heart burning with desire as he saw your startled face.

*Too soon you let go. Apologies falling from your pretty lips as you knelt on the floor, gathering the reports he couldn't care less about in that moment.

* Embarrassed you gather the repot, laying it neatly on the desk. With a final apology you all but ran from the room

*"Nemu... who is that girl?" Mayuri asked, staring at the space you last were as if by sheer willpower he could materialise you back there

*"YN... from division 3"

*"YN."  He tasted the way your name sounded on his lips "write to the third Captain, I want YN to deliver the reports from now on" 

*"yes, Mayuri sama"

.*You plagued his thoughts for the rest of the week. Your face swimming in his vision in the most opportune times. More than one experiment had ended in an explosion due to his lack of concentration.

*He was obsessed. Head jerking around every time the door opened, heart sinking when it wasn't.

*He gave himself a physical. Jotting down his symptoms. Lack of appetite.. insomnia.. heart palpitations.. sweaty palms.. Hallucinations . He drew blood and analysed it himself. There was no tangible proof of an ailment. No scientific explanation of his behaviour 

*His heart throbbed as he read the results, everything healthy. He didn't dare speak what he already knew. It was absurd. Love. In that one moment he laid his eyes on you he had fallen in love. Pathetic, useless feeling. Held no weight in the world of science.. and yet.. 

*He couldn't wait any longer. Summoning a hellbutterfly, he summoned you to his office. He paced the floor, drying his sweaty palms on his clothes. He caught his reflection in a large metal container and stilled...

*while running tests on himself he had removed the white and black makeup he usually wore. He looked so.. human. The thought sent a shiver of disgust through him 

*you knocked on the office door, heart hammering a Mile a minute. You couldn't understand why you would be summoned personally to see the 12th captain,, unless he was mad about you bumping into him 

*the door whooshed open, and you tentatively stepped inside. "Captain Kurotsuchi?" You call into the thankfully well lit room 

*A handsome man with blue hair spun to face you at your call. You appreciated his defined jaw, subtle rugged hood looks. "Excuse me, do you know where .." you stop... he was wearing the 12th captains coat   "Captain Kurotsuchi?"

*he nodded, mouth suddenly drying of all moisture. He closed the distance to stand before you. "I have called you here because.."

*"I'm sorry" you interrupted "Im sorry I bumped into you."

*"no, that's  not why I..."  but you cut him off again

*"did I rip the report? I could write it up again for you" 

*"no. Listen. Since the day you came to my office I.." 

*"did I break something?" You worriedly asked, you didn't remember hearing anything break.. but it did and you had to replace it, you didn't much fancy asking your captain for a part of the budget

*"WOMAN! Will you stop interrupting me!" He shouted, throwing his arms up in the air and pacing the office, grumbling to himself "absurd. Love.. maybe I can cure it? Create a drug to stop the processors in my brain." 

*love? Did you hear that right? What has live got to do with your reports? Had someone fallen in love with a hollow?

*"Captain?"  You Interrupt his thinking out loud "I'm afraid I don't understand"

*He walked to his desk to pick up a peice of paper, all but thrusting it under your nose. You took it in your hands reading quickly, blood results.. clear.. symptoms including heart palpitations... loss of appetite? "Are you sick?"

*"you are as enragingly obtuse as you are beautiful "  he muttered under his breath, taking the paper from your hand and throwing it to the floor "these symptoms have been plaguing me since the moment you bumped into me. I can't stop thinking about you. I can't eat, my work is suffering because all I can think about is you. Why? How? How have you entered my thoughts? Why are you all I can think about?"

*You stare, mouth agape at his confessions. You? He was in love with you? The thought didn't scare you as much as it probably should have. 

*"you should test your theory" you whisper

*"how?! I've taken blood, run tests..."

*"kiss me"

Aizen

Aizen had everything planned. Every aspect of his plan had a plan and a back up plan. Nothing happened that he didn’t foresee. That he didn’t sculpt and manipulate to mould to his desires

that was, until he laid eyes on you

You were the great unknown, the one thing he could never foresee, not for himself, not now.

You were perfect, flawless. The crowning jewel on his accent to the top of the world. You were made to be by his side, share with him the new world he envisioned, the new world order he would create and reside over.

He had to have you, the moment he laid eyes on you, you were his. There was no one who could match your beauty, your grace. None were fit to call you their own, no one but him

The time had come to leave soul society, create his kingdom, his loyal army in hueco mundo, with the help of the  Hōgyoku

You were tightly held by Tosen, his loyal subordinate during the great accent.

The moment you arrived to your new kingdom, you were freed, crumbling to a heep on the floor

“Aizen…why?”

He knelt in the dirt before you, large hand caressing your soft cheek, directing your tear filled eyes to his cool gaze

“because I love you, YN. From that very first moment I saw you, I knew, you belonged to me Your place is here, at my side. You will be queen, my dear”

”I will never join you Aizen…”

”my dear YN, you’ll have no choice”

Adult Uryu

You screamed, suspended in thin air, a tight, invisible grip around your middle. The rancid hot breath of a monster you were unable to see, the vicious sound of teeth snapping together closing in on your face…

You heard the snap of a bow, the whoosh of an arrow slicing through the air. An ear splitting scream and suddenly you were falling

strong arms caught you, pulling you to a hardened chest. The pale, chiselled face of your saviour the last fleeting image before you blacked out

Uryu held you close as he made his decent, could feel the moment you went limp in your arms

he laid you down on the ground and pushed your hair away from your face. All the air got sucked from his lungs the moment he saw you for the first time. You were beautiful. Soft features, unblemished skin. Truly a vision of the purest beauty he had seen.

His heart beat rapidly in his chest, hand quivering over your face, tracing the bruise left by the hollow on your cheek

He knew in that moment, he needed to hear your voice, know your name

that you would be the one he would spend the rest of his life with. He had to see your face everyday for the rest of his life

He stayed with you until you woke. Explained about hollows and Quincey’s.

You thanked him for saving you, threw yourself at him in a hug that set his body alight. He wrapped his arms around you, vowing to never let you go

every day he would visit you. Get to know you little by little, fall deeper in love with every tiny detail you shared about yourself

And he exposed his heart to you, every fear, every dream.

The usual knock came at the usual time. Uryu had come to see you again. The biggest smile on your face as you opened the door, letting him into your home

”so, is it usual for Quincey’s to visit everyone they save?” You had asked him teasingly

“no” he answered seriously, wetting his lip nervously “I just can’t seem to stay away from you”

You couldn’t make sense of his confession, didn’t understand the burning passion behind his eyes

“was it something the hollow did?” You ask worried, what if that monster did something to you?

”no, it’s you.” Your breath caught in your throat

“me? But I haven’t done anything ”

”it’s not what you’ve done. It’s who you are. The way your smile takes my breath away. The way your laugh fills my chest so fully I’m afraid it’ll burst. How for the first time, I fear death, because I finally have something I’m too afraid to loose. I can’t imagine my life without you by my side YN.. I’m in love with you ”

Your heart swells with emotion… finally having a word to describe the feelings you had; Love

“I love you too”

Quicker than you thought possible, he had you in his arms, holding you just as tight as that first time he held you

“Uryu..kiss me”

[darkcrownninja]

Quincy with real wings

An AU where the quincy race has actual bird like wings the color of their reiatsu.

And when quincy were more widespread they didn't hide their wings but as their population dwindled they were forced to either hide or cut them off.

Quincy like Ryuken cutting them off while Uryu hid them, only ever allowing them out in private.

Idk the idea just popped into my head and wouldn't leave me alone.

[ichigotheringbearer]

I'm apologizing in advance for spamming the IchiIshi tag on ao3 next month; however for those of you that are interested I currently have 18 fics either partly or completely drafted for whumptober and a few more that I haven't started yet.

So for any fans of the ship...I guess you're getting fed next month. Hope you enjoy, and I'll be sharing them here on tumblr so keep your eyes out :)

[katsuma6]

Texting Bleach Characters.

You ask the bleach guys if you can hold their dick while they pee... here's how they respond.

More coming tonight! Stay tuned. :)

[bludgeon-alt]

Request from @maliciousfrog

ohhh if you don't mind, i would love to see your take on jugram and uryuu as roommates 👀 can be an AU, can be a post tybw canon divergence where jugram survives. can be art or fic too! thank you!!!

The morning routine in Jugram Haschwalth and Uryu Ishida’s shared apartment was a silent truce of familiarity. They had moved in together to save on rent, and because, for all their sharp-edged differences, each understood that the other preferred a household without idle chatter.

Jugram was already at the table, a picture of early-morning precision with coffee in hand, polished leather shoes crossed at the ankle. Uryu had little doubt that Haschwalth’s tie, a precise, smooth blue silk that matched his suit impeccably, had been ironed before dawn. It seemed absurdly formal, but it was one of the few ways Uryu had come to recognize his roommate. Some days, it felt like living with a very reserved, overcritical statue.

With the customary glance of acknowledgement, Uryu passed by and poured himself tea.

“Is it another late day?” Jugram asked, his tone as precisely metered as ever.

Uryu nodded, sipping his tea slowly. “Extra shifts. It’s exam season.”

“Hm. I see.” Jugram did not look up. He was already reading a newspaper, the headlines perfectly folded to hide all but the financial updates. A faint line appeared in his brow, barely perceptible if Uryu hadn’t grown familiar with his more subdued expressions.

It was probably a good thing neither of them were the small-talk type, Uryu thought. He had experienced enough strained, quiet breakfasts with Jugram to know that his roommate’s tolerance for casual conversation was nearly non-existent. This, naturally, hadn’t stopped Jugram from remarking on the “casual disarray” of Uryu’s wardrobe—or making other similarly pointed observations. Uryu allowed himself a small sigh.

It was odd, he thought, how Jugram still managed to exude an air of authority. At times, Uryu could almost picture him in some quiet, dim office or at the helm of a regiment. As if they were not roommates with a shared rent, a lease, and a particularly stubborn washing machine.

Still, Uryu found himself mildly curious about his roommate’s daily comings and goings. There was something paradoxical in watching Jugram go about such mundane tasks—getting groceries, ironing collars—when only a few years prior he had been an enigmatic, imposing figure amid wartime. Occasionally, Uryu had questions for him, some half-formed query regarding his past life, his views, his choices. These questions, he supposed, were mostly selfish. And unwise to ask.

“Are you planning on being home late, Ishida?” Jugram’s voice broke into his thoughts, and Uryu nearly spilled his tea.

“Yes. It’ll be a long night.”

“Understood. I’ll be back around six,” Jugram said, methodically gathering his things. He was up and at the door without so much as a pause, leaving Uryu to finish his tea alone in the quiet.

That evening, Uryu returned to find Jugram at the table, flipping idly through a record catalog with a look of displeasure.

“Anything wrong?” he asked, unsure why he felt compelled to break their usual, comfortable silence.

Jugram glanced up, surprise momentarily flashing across his face before he composed himself. “I requested a replacement needle for the record player. They’ve sent me the wrong model. Twice.”

“Twice?”

“An unfortunate recurrence of error, yes.”

“Hm.” Uryu smirked faintly, unable to help himself. “How do you know it wasn’t your mistake?”

For the barest instant, Jugram’s gaze sharpened, and Uryu was forcibly reminded of who this man was. Even as the moment passed, he could feel the weight of a silent grudge hanging between them like smoke. It was strange, sharing quarters with someone who held him at a subtle distance, who treated him with such unshakable professionalism that he sometimes wondered if Jugram was capable of treating anyone as a true equal.

“I do not make those kinds of mistakes,” Jugram replied coolly.

Uryu raised his cup in a silent toast. “I’ll take your word for it.”

After a long, quiet evening, Uryu retreated to his room, still bemused by Jugram’s restrained indignation over the record needle. As he lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, he wondered how long they’d be able to keep up this odd semblance of peace. Neither had ever mentioned the events that led them to live as roommates; it was a silent understanding between them. Jugram’s measured, careful responses and Uryu’s occasional prods formed a routine they both accepted, perhaps even tolerated.

[wing-ed-thing]

Bloodline (Uryū x Reader)

Word Count: 1k

Tags/Warnings: @toofilthy Arranged Marriage AU, Childhood Friends, Quincy!Reader, Timeline Who?, Canon Divergence for the sake of DRAMA

Notes: 

The members of your family have entered forced arranged marriages for as long as you could remember. The few aunties, uncles, and cousins you had had their spouses selected seemingly at random. The unions as partnerships for something greater than yourselves, all of it in the name of survival for the minuscule Quincy population. Or so you were told.

You and Uryū were lucky. 

Out of all the men you could have been betrothed to, you were lucky that it was to your best friend. Although, it was a natural choice, one that you were never worried about. The choice had been, in fact, through the process of elimination as you were the only Quincies that were eligible (save for the older Ryūken and a first cousin that was far too young for Uryū). 

It could have been worse. Uryū had plenty of positive qualities if not characteristics that could only be described as safe and boring. Clean. Smart. Noble. It could have been worse.

Safe and boring was just fine when it was just the two of you. Left out of the loop together and told nothing of the vague agenda that was whispered about quietly behind closed doors. 

You studied his smooth, angular face as you sat on the carpet in Ryūken’s study. You recalled the familiar door to the office many times, never daring to enter despite the many years you made yourself at home in the Ishida household. It was off-limits to you as a child. Even in your adulthood, as you were forced into a caretaker role through cultural pressure, the closest you came to the office was a quick knock to notify Ryūken of dinner. And now, you and Uryū had fearlessly infiltrated.

He handed you papers absentmindedly as he rifled through cabinets and files. You sorted them around your knees, watching as he rolled his sleeves to his elbows. His forearms had filled out. A vein traveled down his right forearm, barely visible under his skin. Uryū’s broad shoulders flexed as he dug further into books and papers. He shifted to steady himself on one knee. 

It surprised you. There used to be a time when Uryū would have made himself sick at the thought of defying his father. If you didn’t know better, you would have guessed he’s done this before.

There was a time when you had been taller. You remembered how scrawny he used to be, how your shoe size used to be the same. You watched the fire of determination in his eyes, certain that something had changed but uncertain as to what that was. 

The communication between the two of you was wordless. Uryū said nothing as he continued to hand random stacks from Ryūken’s desk to you, not bothering with an explanation. You scanned what you could in the dark room, trying to piece together what it was you were looking for.  You remembered a time when Uryū went along with whatever you wanted. Quiet Uryū. Complacent Uryū. Truly, as dedicated as you were to him, he could never tell you what the fire in his soul sought and you would follow him to the ends of the earth.

Uryū plucked up a beige book, standing as he flipped through it. You filled in the place where he knelt before, cramming a pile of files back where he found them and smuggling a few torn pages inside the breast pocket on your jacket. He muttered to himself as he read, getting quieter as he scanned the pages. Uryū’s eyebrows rose, then knitted. His nose crinkled in disgust. You closed the desk drawer, the wood making a quiet scraping sound as you did.

“Now you’re in my room without permission? That’s twice now.” 

You almost jumped at the voice. You peeked over the top of the desk. Ryūken stood in the doorway, backlit by the harsh light of the hallway—the yellow glow cast into the dark office, illuminating Uryū’s scowling face. You rose from your crouching position. A similar grimace contorted your face as Ryūken’s attention shifted to you. He spoke your name slowly, offering you a slight nod as if to acknowledge your mutual defiance. 

“You’ve read this, right? Is it true?” Uryū’s eyes widened in anger. The book snapped shut, his arm swinging down by his side. You quickly snatched it up under the desk as Uryū stood in front of you instinctually. You remembered a time when— “I see, so you’ve known everything all along. About the Wandenreich, about the one who’s leading them… about mom even.” 

“Uryū, I told you this doesn’t concern you.” Ryūken shifted as if to maneuver around Uryū’s shoulder from afar. He spoke your name again. “That goes for you too. I am disappointed, although I can’t say I’m surprised.” Ryūken’s eyes narrowed. “I suppose this was your idea.” 

“Maybe you raised a son who is a bad influence,” you spat, as you turned to morph deeper into Uryū’s shadow. You knew you were never Ryūken’s first choice for his son. You weren’t even his second, but with the state of things, the Ishida men were stuck with you at this point whether Ryūken approved or not. 

You could feel a seething rage radiating off of Uryū; this was his fight. You held your tongue.

Uryū’s slender fingers gently grasped the cuff of your sleeve and quickly tugged you out of the office. Ryūken allowed it, standing a few feet in front of the door. A seething heat radiated off of Uryū. The fabric under his fingers crinkled under his tight grip as he avoided eye contact with his father. You had no issue meeting Ryūken’s pointed gaze even in your selective silence. He cleared his throat as you made your way down the hall.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Uryū stopped, causing you to almost run into his back. Ryūken stood where he was, pivoting slightly to face the two of you. You were the only one to look back, barely noticing how Ryūken’s eyes darted to the book you still held in your hand. You turned to Uryū who had fallen frozen where he stopped. You focused Ryūken in your peripheral.

“If you refuse to tell us anything about the Wandenreich, then we’re going to figure it out for ourselves. We deserve to know.” Your hand traveled up Uryū’s arm, your sleeve breaking away from his nervous grip. You squeezed his bicep reassuringly as you came to stand next to him. Your head swiveled over your shoulder. “We are the new generation, Mr. Ishida. Continue to stand out of the way.”

You tugged Uryū forward, guiding him down the hallway as Ryūken watched the two of you disappear. 

Perhaps not many things changed after all.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed and otherwise supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: I spoke not too long ago to a friend whose family comprised of arranged marriages. She has 5 aunts and told me about one who was fortunate enough to have married her best friend. She said that her aunt and uncle have a loveless marriage, but are good friends that make it work. I know there’s a difference for many people between “arranged” and “forced” marriages, but I touched on them here in the same way my friend described them in her culture where the term was interchangeable in her community.

[out-here-listening]

Uryū was used to killing.

He was used to the easy control and flow of his spirit energy, using it to destroy, to kill the hollows that roamed through Kagimino City. It was his legacy, his duty, his privilege. He enjoyed it.

But now, as he lay here on the ground with his life’s blood seeping into the cracks between the paving slabs beneath him, he found absolutely nothing pleasurable about the delivery of death. 

And that wasn’t because he was on the receiving end.

Well, mostly not.

Of course, it was different when it was a hollow, he thought to himself dully through the pain. Hollows weren’t beings in the same way Kurosaki was.

Kurosaki…

Uryū shuddered painfully as he remembered the all-too recent sounds of the soul reapers hurting, killing Kurosaki. It was so wrong. Kurosaki’s stubborn and foolhardy declarations were annoying, sure, but he didn’t deserve to die for them. He didn’t deserve to die for having gained Rukia Kichiki’s powers. 

He didn’t deserve to die at all. 

Ah, Uryū thought hazily through the pain as his side throbbed, that’s it. That was the difference between what he as a quincy did to hollows and what those soul reapers had done to Kurosaki. It was all to do with whether the being on the receiving end deserved it.

He turned his head wearily, wincing at the pain and the monumental effort that took. His glasses were broken beyond repair now, bridge bent across his nose and lenses fragmented, but he squinted through them anyway, trying to catch a glimpse of Kurosaki.

Blood.

So much blood that not even the driving rain could dilute it to a lighter red.

Uryū shuddered again, gasping as the movement aggravated his wounds. Kurosaki’s hoarse, agonised cry echoed in his ears, though he’d long since gone horribly quiet. 

So much blood.

Hollows didn’t bleed, after all.

Hollows…

Uryū swallowed. Thinking.

The soul reapers had mentioned Menos Grande, and a report. Like they’d been drawn to Kagimino by it, then had only stumbled on Rukia— and Kurosaki— by chance.

Which meant…

Which meant.

Uryû shifted with another pulse of pain to look Kurosaki’s prone form up and down. So, so much blood.

“This could be all my fault,” he croaked into the petrichor-soaked air. Oh, it had been such a stupid, stupid idea, and now Kurosaki… Kurosaki might die for Uryū’s pride. Like he almost had before. 

Kurosaki didn’t respond to Uryū’s whisper, which was the furthest thing from good, but there was nothing he could do about that except finish speaking the sour words of regret into the air. “If it is… I’m so sorry.”

Silence.

Rain and blood and tears mingled in one sorry mixture and dripped off Uryū’s nose.

[strawberrysun15]

Would Bleach characters peel an orange for you?

This trend bothers me so much if I'm honest. Like it's not that big of a deal but they sure make it one. Yet another reason why I wonder if straight men even like the women their dating.

As always reader is written as gender neutral/fluid

Warnings: none SFW

Characters: Ichigo, Orihime, Uryu, Chad/Sado, and Tatsuki

Ichigo

He'd be confused as to why, but would do it for you if you asked. He probably had to do it a lot for Yuzu and Karin when they were little so it's not that big of a deal to him.

When you explain that it's a trend going around and show him a few videos he'd be even more willing to do it because of how unwilling some of these people's partners are to do something so simple.

"It's not a big deal so why not just do it?"

He might get annoyed if you ask multiple times, but if you say something about how you like it better when he does it or that it tastes better? How is he supposed to say no now? He'll think that's that cutest thing (and if you're lucky it might even make him a bit flustered).

Orihime

Of course! She'd be more than willing to do something for you if it makes you happy! She wouldn't even question why, you probably asked her for a reason so why wouldn't she?

Once you tell her it's a trend and show her a video or two she'd understand why you asked but be a little upset for the people who asked their partners and got shot down.

"Why wouldn't you if it's something that will make your partner happy?"

It wouldn't matter how many times you asked, she'll do it anytime without complaint. She'd do anything if it ment that you'd smile at her so sweetly.

Uryu

It really depends with Uryu. Part of me wants to say he wouldn't but at the time if you two are dating why wouldn't he? He'll ask why you can't do it yourself as he's quite literally already peeling it.

He'll definitely want to know why you suddenly asked him to peel an orange for you so you explain that it's a trend and show him the videos. He might be a bit annoyed that it's just a dumb trend honestly.

"Just tell me that next time, I would do it regardless."

And like he said if you ask him again he'll do it without complaint. Why wouldn't he when you always ask so nicely?

Chad/Sado

Absolutely and without question. He's always more than willing to something if the people he cares about ask him to and that's no different with his partner. Honestly, he's probably be even more willing to do it when you ask.

Explaining that it's a trend doesn't change anything for him and seeing the videos of people refusing to do it would really confuse him. It's not like it's a huge ordeal so why wouldn't he?

Don't be afraid to ask him multiple times either because he will continue to do it for you if you ever ask. He'd do anything if you asked really and that's no different.

Tatsuki

Yeah obviously. She's probably already done things like this a million times for Orihime so of course she'll do it for her partner. You'd only have to ask and she'd already be holding out her hand for whatever you wanted her to open for you.

Dear God her reaction when you tell her it's a trend and show her videos is absolutely amazing. She'd be pissed. Especially at the straight men who throw a fit.

"it's just an orange! Quit complaining and just do it if you actually like them!"

That aside she'll continue to do it whenever you ask regardless if you ever tell her it's a trend. It's already like second nature to her and she cares about you.

[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

[sometimesibewriting]

Don't Die I'm Still Mad At you

✨Summary: Uryu comes back to you but that doesn't excuse all the pain and hurt he caused you.

💙Double upload whhaaat. But yes since I dipped and came back with an Ichigo oneshot. I thought it would be befitting to upload a Uryu one-shot as well due to how Uryu-centric this blog is.

❌Warning: Lots of Blood & Lots of angst

📃Wordcount: 1601

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55890085

She wished she could sigh a sigh of relief.

But she couldn't.

Her legs shook but they did not fall.

"You guys should get out of here," Uryu repeated.

"But..Uryu." Ichigo began again.

"I would listen to him. "Everyone turned to see a blonde man in all white, another  Quincy. "But if I'm being honest it won't do you guys any good as everyone here is going to die." He pulled out a sword his long hair swaying as he did. Uryu looked towards him.

"I'll hold him off you guys go," Uryu spoke. "But Ishida..." Orihime began. "Are you sure?" Chad finished her sentence. 

Uryu shot the group a confident smile. "This is stupid for a guy who is smart." Ichigo spat. "A compliment from you. wow." Uryu sarcastically said to Ichigo. He didn't show it but waited for her reply but nothing came from her mouth. 

"These won't be my last words, I promise."He smiled at Ichigo who smiled back. "Well let's move on then." Ichigo waved his hand, and everyone followed him but her.

"You're still here you should go with them," Uryu said in his usual voice. She shook her head, and he watched as everyone ran off. "I'm being serious." She said nothing. The blonde man began walking towards them, Uryu's heartbeat quickened he turned towards her. "You don't understand." She knew now was the worst time, but given what had happened and how uncertain the future was, there was never going to be a good time.

"No. You don't understand, you left and went to execute the most dumbass plan I have ever seen. Did you think dying would DO anything?!?!"

Uryu sighed putting his hands on her shoulders, "I'm sorry." She rolled her eyes. "You're not forgiven." 

"I need." He swallowed hard. "I need you to leave I'm serious." His breathing was now unsteady. If she wasn't so pissed she would be thrown off by how upset Uryu was.

"This childish love spat does not amuse me in the slightest." The blonde Quincy spoke as he lunged at them, Uryu pulled her knowing who his true target was. They both hit the ground kicking up dust.

"Shit," Uryu said. "What's his deal?" She asked. "I'm going to create an opening and you're going to run.”

Uryu conjured an arrow like he usually did and shot at the man,debrie flew up into the air making the area look as if it was covered in smoke. He turned toward her once more. "I promise. I will make it out of here, and I promise we will talk but most importantly I will try my absolute best to make it up to you. It was not my intention to hurt you like I did."

She did not know when but he had softly put her chin in his hand, it felt like it had been so long since she felt his hands on her skin, if they weren't in the situation they were in she would have cried. A heavy pressure fell all over her body, and without hesitation, she engulfed her and Uryu in a black mass that came up from both their shadows.

The shot from what she assumed to be his arrow hit them yet unlike the other quinces the arrow it slightly cracked her shield. Causing them to be both knocked over. "What the fuck." She struggled to breathe as she got up, but Uryu recovered quickly. He shot another arrow at the blonde quincy but he reflected it with ease.

"A shadow caster? People say you guys are cousins of the quinces, it's sad that you and your people refuse to stand with us." Uryu shot another arrow but stronger this caused the long-haired man to slide back as he blocked. "Your fight is with me remember." He said as he charged another arrow. 

"Did I not say I'd kill the girl if you ever betrayed me?" This caused Uryu to get furious. "And I said I wouldn't let you hurt her."

She looked between the two men confused, what did she have to do with any of this? She knew she was a princess but her mom denounced the throne before she was even born, so that title carried no power in the slightest. There appear to be no terms between them either. Uryu may be an ass but he wouldn't gamble her life like that. 

"Licht Regen." A bunch of arrows shot at the blonde man, she looked at the shadow beneath his feet conjuring it to wrap around his legs in an attempt to keep him in place. He struggled, breaking free in a few seconds.

He came at Uryu with insane speed knocking him over with his shield, once Uryu rolled on the floor he went to stab his sword down on him. Uryu was faster rolling over once more causing it to catch his cape ripping it. Uryu stood bleeding slightly and bruised. She had Uryu sink into her shadow and show up beside her, he was caught off guard standing up slightly dazed he pulled himself together quickly.

"See why I wanted you to leave." He said out of breath. "Who is this guy?" she asked. "The king's right-hand man, Haschwalt.'

That was when Haschwalt appeared behind them. "I think it's time for me to finish this and join his majesty." Uryu reached out to grab her again but it was too late,  Haschwalt had taken his sword and stabbed her through her stomach. The cry Uryu made sounded completely inhuman as  Haschwalt pulled the sword out of her.

She held her stomach even though deep down she knew it wasn't going to do much. Seeing that much blood on the ground was surreal, especially when it was her blood. She staggered. Uryu caught her slowly falling to the ground with her.

"I never understood such relationships. They always seemed to keep people from achieving their goals and keep them away from their potential." Uryu didn’t hear a word Haschwalt spoke. He was looking down at the girl he held in his arms. 

She was breathing in and out hard, it was obvious she was losing consciousness as well. Uryu began breathing hard his throat now raw and scratchy. His mind was definitely, not clear. It was a mix of anger, sadness, and regret, emotions he had felt before but not in a long time. He had felt these emotions when his mom died as a kid and then a few years later when his grandpa passed.  

This time though he wasn't helpless. There was simply nothing he could have done for his mom. She was already ailing and the Auswählen had done her in, but with his grandpa, if he was only stronger, he could have defeated those hallows and maybe even the soul reapers that had come after. That was all in the past, he was stronger now and he could do something.

Uryu took one more look at her, her hand fell as she lost her grip on his ripped clothing her eyes were half-lidded as he held her face. "Forgive me." He said softly.  She tried to say something but it came out muddled from all the blood in her mouth he hugged her. Haschwalt held his sword above them.

"Antithesis." 

Those were the words Uryu spoke, and within moments he began coughing up heaps of blood over her shoulder, while she sat up now fine. Haschwalt stopped his sword just right above them wide-eyed. "What was that?" Uryu tried his best to speak through the pain and blood that filled his lungs. "My schrift obviously."

It was now her turn to hold Uryu as he struggled, she was confused, oh so confused since when could Uryu do that? What even was a schrift?

Uryu tried to lift himself but fell to his knees, he tried again using the wall behind them to hold himself up. He rested his head on her shoulder. "You understand why I wanted you to run now." He coughed. "Now leave me and go.

"Bu-ut Uryu." She started. "I know it looks dire but I will be fine, but just in case my calculations are off just know I'm sorry, it's been a while since I cared about someone this deeply, and I forgot how to cherish that." If he wasn't currently on his death bed he would have kissed her. Instead, he gave her a tight hug although weak burying his face into her hair.

At that moment she decided to listen to Uryu she slipped out of his arms running in the direction the others went, the mix of emotions she was feeling was heavy. She was angry and came here wanting to beat the shit out of him but she didn't want him to die. There was so much she wanted to say to him but couldn’t.

Haschwalt went to swing at her but froze all his muscles tensed up. His eyes froze with shock and pain. It was now his turn to spew up blood he looked down at his hands as if they were suddenly cut. "The hell is your schrift ?" He turned to Uryu, who got up from the ground as he was completely fine now. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He said with a smirk.

She wanted to look back.

She almost did.

Yet she stopped herself out of fear of seeing him die before her, as well as the fear of her being next. All she could do was pray for what little safety he had.