#uryu ishida x reader

[shujichii]

you were feeling particularly mischievous that day.

and when you were feeling mischievous, your lover had to be prepared— because a mischievous you sometimes had the tendency to be unpredictable.

he loved kissing you multiple times throughout the day— he'd lean into it subconsciously, even, be it on your lips, cheeks, forehead, the tip of your nose or the top your hair. because according to him, life would be devoid of any and all meanings if he could not kiss you.

so when you suddenly pretended to move away to reach for something just as he was about to lean in for a kiss, he paused midway, brows furrowing.

surely that wasn't intentional. ..right? right?

it didn't take longer than a second for you to notice the subtle distress on his face from the corner of your eye, and you were trying— trying— to not outright grin mischievously.

naturally, he had to confirm this strange phenomenon. so he leaned in again, only for you to take a step back, now "inspecting" the item you had just retrieved earlier.

now, this man was no fool. (a fool for you, though.) you had just dodged his kisses twice at the perfect time. he could swear he felt his world shift upside down.

why were you dodging like that? were you mad? was something wrong? did he—

then, he caught it; the twitch of your lips and the stolen glance. ah. so that's how it was.

his eyes narrowed, thoroughly observing you. yet, the playful gleam in his gaze was unmistakable now.

"doing this now, are we?" the amusement in his voice was all too clear.

you feigned innocence, tilting your head, yet not bothering to hide the curve of your lips. "hm? oh, i have no idea what you're talking about."

he took a step forward.

you took one back.

he took another.

and before he knew it, you bolted.

"hey—!"

your laughter echoed throughout the house as you ran, and he wasted no time before following right after. you were fast, impressively so— you somehow managed to weave through the furniture with ease, going as far as to swiftly place a chair in the way before he could reach you.

however, a man chasing after what was rightfully his was not to be underestimated.

he was, of course, fast as well. he could close the distance right now if he wanted to, but where was the fun in that? if you wanted a game, he would happily indulge you.

he pretended to almost catch you when his fingertips barely grazed your arm in an attempt to reach you, to which you responded with a shriek as you sped up, reaching behind the kitchen island.

"too slow!" you giggled, gripping the edge of the counter, ready to skid away any moment.

"oh, you wound me, sweetheart," he sighed, "depriving a man of kissing his beloved? how cruel."

"catch me, then." you challenged, your heartbeat thrumming with adrenaline.

he noticed the way your body subtly shifted towards the left.

so, he pretended to go towards the right.

and just as you moved away from behind the counter, he effortlessly changed directions, your brain failing to catch up with the sudden movement as a pair of arms snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, your back colliding with the familiar warmth.

"what—"

you were suddenly weightless as he spun you around.

"h-hey!— put me down!" you squealed, not being able to suppress the unrestrained laughter spilling from your lips.

"do you yield?"

"nah—"

he spun, again.

"FINE! fine! put me down now, you menace!"

he chuckled, gently placing you down, although his arms never left your waist. you turned around, slightly tumbling against his chest, before squinting your eyes at him.

"you cheated," you half-heartedly jabbed a finger into his chest.

"you cheated first by not letting me kiss you," he leaned down, his hands coming up to cradle your jaw as his lips hovered above your own. "and i'm here to fix that."

just as you were about to formulate a response, his tongue glided over your bottom lip— before capturing it between his own. he didn't rush the kiss, no, it was slow, deliberate, utterly thorough, like he wanted you to feel every ounce of that kiss and drown in it. and yet, the heat in it was unmistakable. his fingers slithered to the small of your back, pulling you closer until your body practically molded against his. a tilt of your head— and suddenly, he was kissing you deeper, swallowing your sounds that escaped between the kiss.

he finally pulled away, his thumb brushing against your cheek as he rested his forehead on yours, taking in the sight of your dazed eyes and the soft exhales leaving your parted lips.

".. that's unfair."

"you should know by now that i don't lose when it comes to you, darling."

and when he pulled you in for another kiss, it was anything but unhurried.

♡ gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, okkotsu yuuta, fushiguro toji (jjk), caleb, rafayel, sylus, zayne (lads), wriothesley, ayato, neuvillette, alhaitham (genshin), jiyan, brant, xiangli yao (wuwa), kyoraku shunsui, ukitake jushiro, ishida uryuu, hisagi shuhei (bleach), rengoku kyojuro, uzui tengen (kny), your favorite.

[ulquiorrapleasecallmetrash]

With ulquiorra , mayuri, gin, adult uryu (seperately ) are they ass , tits or thighs

Fluff to smut with fem plz

Ass, Tits, or thighs With The Bleach Characters (Kenpachi Zaraki, and Grimmjow Jaegearjauquez as a bonus)

Fandom: Bleach

Rated: Um 17+? i mean it is explicit but not too explicit tread cautiously i guess.

warnings: titty sucking, spanking, biting, nipping, slapping, motorboating, lactation kink, all of these were mentioned.

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Kenpachi Zaraki:

Kenpachi Zaraki is a certified ass man.

And thighs.

He loves them both equally.

He will make his s/o wear the cutest panties that shape their ass so well.

or he will make them wear the thinnest sexiest thong alive so he can see those pretty sexy cheeks between the thin tight fabric.

loves spankings and will give them for no reason because he loves it.

makes the s/o wear the tightest cutest thigh highs,

yes he fucks them with just them on sometimes.

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Grimmjow Jaegearjauquez:

-another certified ass lover.

-loves to take his partner from behind and fucks them senseless.

-will basically breed his partner like a panther in heat.

-will bite lick and nip their s/o butt cheeks.

-It will leave so many marks on them. You can see his canine in them and will last a few days.

-rubs his face over their ass like how cats do as well.

-loves spanking his s/o as well and will be rough about it.

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Ulquiorra cifer:

might be a cop out but i think he doesn't care.

he likes them all of them equally.

but if he has to pick one then he will choose tits.

nothing too sexual but he just like using boobs as pillows.

and listen to his s/o heart beat.

which is pretty sweet.

but he does take joy into leaving nips, bites and hickey's all over his s/o breasts (rather big or small he does not care)

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Mayuri kurotsuchi:

-I also think he doesn't care.

-To him it really depends on the day.

-some days he will smack and grab ass

-while other days he will want to suck on his s/o nipples and leave huge hickeys on them.

-but he also loves to have his s/o wear garter belts and thigh highs too.

-also enjoys spanking and leaving so many marks on his s/o.

-as long he can mark them up then he doesn't care.

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Uryu Ishida:

my boy loves thighs

loves to squeeze them and rub them

loves garter belts

loves thigh highs

loves biting and marking them with his bites and kisses

cums from thighjobs

want to have sex with just his s/o in thigh highs

loves seeing s/o in fishnets

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Gin Ichimaru:

-He loves titties

-no matter how big or small he wants to suck, lick and nip them

-honestly might have a lactation kink

-probably would call s/o boobs mommy milkers one time before s/o slaps him hard.

-loves tit jobs

-loves motorboating

-loves sheer bras

-would flip if s/o has their nipples pierced

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[actuallysaiyan]

We Can Do Whatever You Want To Do(Ishida Uryu x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, handjob, talk about virginity, kissing, alcohol, semi-public sex, Uryu and Reader are in University word count: 1.3k pairings: Uryu Ishida x Fem!Reader summary: you and Uryu are in the same classes in university and you thought at first his arrogance and attitude pissed you off, but it turns you on. taglist: @beneathstarryskies. @seireiteihellbutterfly @misty-angerose. @yeowangies a/n: My first time writing Uryu, so I hope it's good <3

You met him when you were in your first year of university. Whispers of his academic excellence and many scholarships due to his achievements follow him around, though he doesn’t show any kind of real reaction to it. You found yourself so intrigued by Uryu.

After a few months of being in the same classes as him and trying to get to know him, you find out that he tends to keep to himself. And  Uryu doesn’t really bother to make too many friends. You’ve noticed some people coming to visit him from time to time, but the relationships he has with them seem deep rooted in something you can’t quite understand.

Even as time continues on, you find yourself way too curious about him. What kind of thing does he  do in his spare time? What kind of interests does he have outside of science and medicine? Did he have a love interest? Has he ever had a girlfriend?

Everything comes to a head when you and Uryu are at the same party. He’s keeping to himself in the corner, talking a little bit to a few people here and there that are in the same class as both of you. You take a drink from your beer and you head over to him.

“Hmm?” he barely acknowledges you, which makes you even more turned on.

“You’re Ishida-san, correct?” you ask him, your stomach doing flips.

He smirks at you, “Yes. Good to know you can recognize your classmates' names.”

That comment has your blood  boiling. How could he say something so rude to you like this? You roll your eyes and finish off your beer. Despite the way he acts, he holds himself with an air of someone who knows it all. Something about this suggests he’s not too lucky in the love and intimacy department. Meaning….he’s probably a virgin despite being in his early twenties.

The next time you meet up with him, it’s at the end of your class for the day. You make your way over to him, tapping him on the shoulder. He turns around, towering over you and sports that same smirk as he always does.

“Yes? What is it?”

His tone is just driving you insane, “I was going to ask you to help explain something to me, but honestly if you just want to act like a self-centered jerk,, nevermind.”

Students are walking past you and him, making it seem like there’s just no care in the world for something like this. It’s like you and him aren’t even a part of this student body right now. There’s this tension that grows around the two of you. He takes your hand and pulls you just a little closer. Your heart flutters and your stomach does a flip. Why does he keep making you feel like this? He’s just an asshole classmate.

“Listen, if you really want my help, I’ll help. Just ask nicely.” His tone is authoritative and it makes you want to slap him.

“F-fine…can you help me with today’s lecture?”

He smirks again, “Of course. It was rather easy.”

The urge to push him off you and to just give up on your plan was strong. Yet you followed him into an empty classroom. He sits at the teacher’s desk, opening up his notebook. You close the door and without him noticing, you lock it as well.

Innocently as you can, you make your way up to him. When he looks at you, you flutter your eyelashes flirtatiously. He falters for  a moment,  freezing completely. He’s wondering why you’ve changed your attitude towards him completely, but he finds it endearing that you’re trying to be kinder to him.

What you don’t realize is that you’ve been invading his every thought since that night at the party. He loves the way you take his attitude with a grain of salt. He keeps up these walls for a reason, though he’s ready to tear  down some of his walls to show you his real self.

Suddenly, you’re backing him into the corner. His eyes widen beneath his glasses, his cheeks reddening at the way you’re so close to him. Your actions are so bold and brazen..

“Uryu,” you purr softly in his ear. “You’re a virgin aren’t you?”

His heart skips a beat, “H-huh?”

You laugh, “I know you heard me. Answer the damn question.”

His mouth gets dry as his brain short-circuits. Uryu thought he had really hidden that aspect of his life so well. How could you tell just by being in class with him and the few interactions here and there that he was a virgin? How were you so clever?

He’s about to answer when your lips come crashing down onto his. Your hand drags down his chest to his waist, then down below his belt. You squeeze softly the growing bulge. He moans against your lips. Slowly, you begin palming him through his jeans until he’s rock hard.

“Let me have a little fun, hm? I bet you’ve never even had a handjob before!”

Your words sting and hit him right in the heart. .It was true, he was a virgin and he had never  even kissed before. You were taking a lot of his firsts. He can barely believe his own eyes when you unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. His cock is throbbing and twitching. There’s a precum stain on his underwear now.

“Awhh look at that, you have to be  a virgin.” You tease him as you pull down his underwear.

His cock slaps against his lower abdomen as you release it from the cotton confines of his briefs. The thick precum smears against his button-up shirt. You smirk when you gently graze his cock with just your fingertips and he lets out a whimper.

“Oh you’re gonna blow your load so fast, aren’t you?” You taunt him.

He shakes his head, “N-no. Shut up!”

You wrap your fingers around the throbbing length. He’s shuddering as you begin to stroke him. You make sure to go slow. You aren’t convinced that he won’t just pop within seconds. 

“Look at you, trembling and shaking. What a pathetic little virgin you are,”

Your words are turning him on more than he’d like to admit. It’s making him angrier but also his cock keeps throbbing every time you call him a virgin. He’d love to lose his virginity, but he’s so wrapped up in his studies and academic career that he forgets to make meaningful relationships. He just thought he would end up having to marry someone first to lose his virginity.

“Shut up,” he spits at you. “At least—ahhh fuck— ‘least I’m not failing.”

You squeeze his cock a little harder, “I’m not failing. You really think I’m failing? Let me tell you something,”

You lean in closer, and you start to stroke him faster. Your other hand comes down to massage his balls and he knows he’s done for now. His eyes roll back in his head and his knees begin to buckle. It’s all too much.

“The only reason I asked for your help today was because I wanted to jerk off your cock. You got that?”

He can’t even reply. You’ve rendered him into a blubbering and whimpering mess. His glasses are all fogged up that he can barely make out the blur that’s your fist stroking his cock. You tug on his balls ever so gently and that’s all it takes for him to fall off the edge.

“Fuck! Fuck I—I’m cumming!”

His hips begin to buck up into your hand, spurts of thick cum beginning to coat your fist and the bottom of your shirt. You smirk as you help him through his high. Then you slow down your pace, but never stopping it.

“Listen to me,” you begin. “If you wanna fuck this pussy, you’re going to have to be a lot nicer to me. Got it?”

He nods his head, “Yes, yes…I’ll be nicer.”

And that’s how you ended up with Uryu’s balls in the palm of your hand.

[veilsofroses]

Hello. Can I request a fluff about Uryu waking up with female reader for breakfast? Thanks.

Uryu Ishida x f!reader

warnings: none, just fluff <3 author’s note: thank you for your request! i did not expect to write this much but i enjoyed writing what goes on in my boy uryu’s head. i hope you enjoy! word count: 932

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Uryu Ishida is always the first to wake up. Once he stirs and his eyes are open, he sits up and reaches over to the nightstand to put on his glasses. He’s the type of man to get his day started bright and early and getting out of bed is never difficult for him.

Just as he’s about to scoot off the bed, he throws a glance to your side of the bed, something he always does to make sure you’re still asleep, but this time… something made him stop. He’s used to seeing you in the morning, your bedhead hair around your face, mouth slightly parted, sometimes even some drool. But this morning, sunlight entered through the slits of your curtains, hitting your face perfectly.

Uryu found himself slowly laying back down, propping up his elbow to lean on his hand. He could only describe what he was seeing as angelic. The sunlight hitting your face made your soft features glow. He scans your face like you’re a marble sculpture waiting to be studied.

He noticed the steady rhythm of your breathing. Barely audible but calm.

This made one word ring out through his mind.

Safe.

This realization made time freeze. He still stared at your face but unwelcome thoughts rushed through his mind.

There was so much vulnerability and danger in loving you. He couldn’t imagine what he’d do if anything were to ever happen to you. He never intended to let someone in so close. He never meant to consider Ichigo and the others as friends, much less allow you to sneak into his heart.

The sunlight hitting your face starts to make you stir and you finally open your eyes. It takes a moment to adjust to the brightness but when you do, Uryu’s face is the first thing that takes up your vision.

It was rare to wake up to him, being the ever-so-productive man he is. You realize he hasn’t noticed you’ve woken up, like he’s in a trance while staring at you.

“Morning,” you say in a sweet voice, smiling.

This was enough to break him out of his trance because his eyes readjusted and widened when he saw you looking.

“Uh- good morning,” he says somewhat awkwardly, a subtle pink tint to his cheeks.

You giggle. It’s not hard to fluster Uryu per se but you almost never get to see his reaction so close up.

“What were you staring at?” you tease, taking advantage of the moment.

Seems you got too spoiled because he turns away, adjusting his glasses, “I wasn’t staring at anything,” he says flatly.

You giggle again, typical Uryu.

You scoot off the bed, effectively getting out of bed before him for the first time in a long time.

He watches you closely. Uryu isn’t much of a talker but today he’s awfully quiet.

You break the silence, walking over to his side of the bed. “I’ll make us breakfast, it’s been a while since you had a relaxing morning in. You deserve it.”

He sits up, his legs over the edge of the bed. You stand in between them and he puts a soft hand on your waist.

“I’m perfectly capable of doing it, I don’t need a relaxing morning,” he grumbles.

You roll your eyes, you shouldn’t expect anything less from his stubborn ass. “I know you don’t, but I want to do this for you anyway,” you wrap your hands around his bare shoulders, “please?”

He looks at you with wide eyes, that pink tint coming back to his cheeks. Seems you finally broke him. “Fine,” he mumbles.

You smile brightly and kiss his cheek, running away towards the kitchen, “I’ll come back once it’s ready!” you call out.

It had been a while since you made breakfast but you still knew how to cook so getting into the groove wasn’t hard. You half expected Uryu to get up and start helping you regardless of your complaining but you were happy he stayed in bed.

You couldn’t help but remember the look he stared at you with in bed. Love and adoration were in his eyes but also… worry. You knew better than to push or ask for an explanation. His pride wouldn’t allow him to say anything unless he specifically chose to.

So you decide to wait and see if he wants to open up. Doesn’t mean you can’t try to make him feel better in any way you can.

Once breakfast is finally ready, you head back into your shared room. You find him changed out of his pajamas and into his clothes for the day.

“Breakfast is ready,” you say walking in.

He nods. You can see his eyes hold a heaviness to them. Once he’s fully dressed, you grab his hand to lead him to the kitchen. He’s about to make a remark about knowing where the kitchen is but before he can, you catch his lips in yours in a quick and soft kiss.

“I can’t wait to spend every morning with you like this,” you say looking at him like he hung the moon in the sky.

He stays still, eyes wide with surprise, before you see a shift in them.

He places his hand on your cheek, leading your face back to his in a devastatingly tender kiss. His soft lips linger, unsure whether if he pulls away, you’ll disappear.

Once you finally do pull away, his blue eyes are back to their usual calculated sharpness. He smirks, “let’s see if that breakfast you made is edible.”

There he is.

[truelotus]

Heyy could you do some general sfw relationship hcs for Uryu🤭

Air Kissing ᢉ𐭩 Uryu Ishida X reader head-canons

𓂃۶ৎ a/n: Thank you so much for this request! I freaking love uryu😞

𓂃۶ৎ warning: none<3 this is fluff!

𓂃۶ৎ content: being in a relationship with Ishida Uryu <3

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He’d love to design clothes for you, he’ll set up a special date for you to go on and he’ll make you the prettiest and most elegant outfit ever just for you <3

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ I feel like he’s the type to be really shy with his partner, he’d probably get all flustered up when you touch him.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Loves to give you neck kisses when cuddling together and he’ll love to kiss your hand as a greeting.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He seems like a guy to have a digital camera, he’ll take you on the finest dates + make you the finest outfit and take a whole bunch of pictures of you, you’d be like his model.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Loves to read beside you as he holds your hand <3, he’ll check over on you every once in a while, making sure you’re okay then he’ll go back to reading.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ If you were posting a picture of yourself, he’ll purposely get in the frame. So when you’d post the photo, they’ll see him in the background, letting everyone know that you’re with him and belong to him and him only <3

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He’ll do almost everything for you, need to tie your shoe? He’ll get on his knees for you to tie it. Need to blow dry your hair? He’ll blow dry it for you, Want someone to brush your hair? He’ll do it for you. And it’s not like you tell him to, he just wants to.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He’d love to build legos with you as a activity, in fact, he’d be the type to buy you that certain lego flower bouquet! Of course he’ll build it for you before giving it to you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He’ll sometimes yap on about one of his interests, not knowing that he was rambling on. But he’d slowly began to stop and stutter by your look and how close you were listening to him, making him all flustered. But he really appreciates just how much attention you give him when he rambles on.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ His favorite way of cuddling in bed with you would have to be him burring his head to your chest as your fingers ran through his beautiful locks.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He’ll enjoy making dinner for you after you have a long day, then the next morning you’d find him giving you breakfast in bed.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ When he’s picking out a gift for you, he’ll get anxious. His mind would go to, “Is this even good?” “Does this match?” and he’ll ask a stranger for their opinion. He’ll still be worried when giving the gift to you, but when he sees how bright your eyes got and seeing that sweet smile on your face.. all his worries would go away.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He’s the type to brag about you to Ichigo on the low.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He’s willing to help you with school, and he’d be proud of himself that you decided to go to him first than anyone else.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ One day, you asked to put his glasses on and he wasn’t going to just say no to you, so he gave it to you. And gosh you looked adorable to him, he could literally die just by cute you looked. He was so focused on you he didn’t realize he had a nose bleed.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He’ll give you “Just because” flowers <3

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ treats you as if you were ROYALTY, he’ll literally put your shoe on for you, fed you some of his own food and more <3

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He’s the type to write about you in poems, you’ll never know it though. He’ll think it’s too corny or too embarrassing to show you.

stop i love uryu, he’s so cute and nerdy fucj

[angelkiyo]

♡ ‧₊˚ you and uryū ishida have been neck and neck for the #1 spot at your school for years. every test, every assignment, and even the smallest extra credit opportunities turn into a silent war between you two. he claims it’s “nothing personal,” but you both know it absolutely is. the school library is your personal battleground with him. if he gets there first, he’ll smugly take the book you need and read it right in front of you, making sure you know it. but if you get there first, you do the same—except you actually slide it across the table at the last second just to see him scowl. god forbid your teacher cold-calls the both of you after this debacle.

♡ ‧₊˚ however, despite your years-long rivalry, you both secretly admire each other’s intellect and work ethic. late at night, uryū finds himself rereading your essays or assignments, trying to find flaws, only to begrudgingly admit (to himself) that they’re brilliant. you find yourself overlooking his past papers that he published for his anatomy class— awestruck enamoured at his intense and diverse vocabulary, analyzing his punctual words and writing. (much to the both of yours’ disdain)

♡ ‧₊˚ one day, after an intense argument about a complex theorem, a teacher forces you two to work together for a project. while you both initially groan and complain, you end up staying way longer than needed, engaged in deep academic discussions. and then all of a sudden, your pesky (petty) rivalry fades for a moment, replaced by something… softer. something…romantic?

♡ ‧₊˚ – “your handwriting is sloppy,” he critiques while scanning your notes. you smirk, “jealous because I write faster than you, ishida?” the constant back-and-forth is charged with evident tension, and everyone around you wonders if you’re arguing or flirting in your own questionable way. after class, even ichigo went to ask uryū if he was into you, in which he simply refused (began tweaking out in front of ichigo and got flustered)— leading for renji, ichigo, and chad to start betting on if uryū is man enough to ask you out.

♡ ‧₊˚ uryū wouldn’t say he’s possessive or anything but another student tries to challenge you, he’s is the first to shut them down. you’re at the top (much to his despair and interest) “if anyone is going to beat them, it’s me,” he insists. but deep down, he hates seeing anyone belittle you. you’re such an opinionated intellectual person, he can’t help but be drawn to you during your debates, even if he can’t admit it.

♡ ‧₊˚ during a heated debate in class over different opinions, you get so close to his face that your noses almost brush. and there; a brief, charged silence before you both turn away, pretending nothing happened. uryū had an evident blush on his face, flustered over the way your faces touched and the way he could smell your lovely perfume. the next day, you challenge him: “whoever scores higher on the next exam has to take the other out for coffee.” he accepts, confident he’ll win. it’s a matter of pride for him, payback for years of competition transacted by a $6 coffee. when the scores come back, it’s a tie—much to your professor’s amusement. now, you both owe each other a date.

♡ ‧₊˚ and after years of competition and “rivalry”, there’s a quiet moment—maybe in the middle of a late-night study session, maybe under the glow of a campus streetlight or the warm light of the cafe’s lamps—where you both just… stop fighting it. and maybe, you end up becoming the smartest couple on campus (much to ichigo’s interest, gaining 40 bucks from his friends)

[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.”

[shujichii]

your husband who loved calling you his wife— even outside of moments of necessity.

and the most fascinating part? he wasn't even aware of the fact how often he did it. he knew he did say it, but he wasn't aware of the fact how often he did. those two words, simple yet undeniably laced together with love and reverence, often tumbled out of his mouth before his brain could catch up.

"my wife would like these flowers," he had said to the wholesome elderly florist when he was about to buy a bouquet of your favorite flowers before returning home to you, his wallet— which had a small polaroid of you in it, by the way— already in hand.

"my wife did mention this the other day, now that i think about it." he had said to his friend who was rambling about the latest trending internet gossip.

"for my wife. i trust there isn't an issue?" he had simply said to the cashier upon noticing the way they lifted an eyebrow at the grocery basket filled to the brim with your favorite snacks, to which they gave a solemn, approving nod at his answer. good husband.

"my wife went out to run an errand, but she'll be back soon." he had even said to your best friend when they came to visit you, to which they replied with a very teasing smirk; "you could just say her name, y'know."

"my wife shouldn't pay when I'm around," he had said when you were about to pay for something, holding out his card before you could pull out yours.

"a reservation for my wife and i, please."

"sorry, my wife is waiting for me. i must take my leave now."

"yes, that's my wife— i'm quite proud of her."

"I can take it from here, sweetheart. can't have my beautiful wife overworking herself now, can i?"

and the list went on.

and yet, you didn't mind it. not at all— you had no reason to. your heart always did that funny little flip whenever he'd call you his wife the way he did, the corner of your lips never failing to curl into a smile. he would always say it so naturally— so genuinely, like those words were etched onto his soul for your very existence alone. and you certainly didn't miss the way his tone would sound a touch softer everytime he referred to you, like you needed to be spoken of with the utmost care and gentleness.

so, one day, you decided it was about time you struck.

"you call me that a lot."

his hands— which were reaching for the kitchen towel to dry his hands with after washing the dishes, yes, the dishes because chores are shared in this household— paused midway. he turned his head to look at you, where you had been perched on the counter, your legs swaying ever so slightly.

"call you what?" he inquired with a small tilt of his head, reaching for the towel at last and patting his hands dry.

"you know, your wife."

he immediately caught onto the teasing glint in your eyes, yet; it was unmistakably edged with a hint of affection.

for a moment, he just stood there wordlessly, blinking once, then twice, his brain taking its sweet, sweet time to allow your words to sink in. you, on the other hand, were practically straining your eyes to catch on any shifts in his expression or posture.

and then, you caught it; the faint reddening of the tips of his ears. he subtly cleared his throat, and your smile stretched into a grin.

alas, that dazzling curve of your lips disappeared as soon as it appeared when the man suddenly approached you in a swift few strides, standing between your legs and pressing his palms on either side of the counter which you sat on to cage you in.

you blinked.

"i do, yes."

he didn't even try to deny it. well, he didn't have a reason to. you were his wife, after all. where was the lie in that? and of course, he was absolutely proud of it.

then, he leaned in slightly, his tone lowering. "unless you prefer i stop calling you that?"

oh, now he was the one with that mischievous little twinkle in his eyes. inwardly, you faltered at the sudden boldness of his actions, your fingertips twitching against the surface of the counter. but outwardly? two can play the game.

then, with a deceptively sweet smile, you tilted your head, shot your hand forward and yanked on the collar of his shirt with force— his body jerking towards you.

"not at all," you smirked, inching closer. "i can't say i mind when my sweet husband calls me that."

his confidence faltered for a moment. you were about to internally celebrate your small victory until one of his hands slid up from the counter, now resting on your hips, his fingertips lightly pressing into your skin.

".. let's hear that again."

let's just say, ever since that faithful encounter, "my husband" had also started slipping out.

and every time? it got to him. oh, it definitely did.

(not my second fluff also taking place in the kitchen lol. i promise it's gonna be different next time.)

♡ nanami kento, geto suguru, fushiguro megumi (jjk), zayne, sylus (lads), wriothesley, neuvillette, alhaitham, diluc, ayato (genshin), jiyan, xiangli yao (wuwa), jugram haschwalth (self indulgence because i love him.), kuchiki byakuya, ishida uryuu, ishida ryuken (bleach), anyone else you'd like.

[brittscafe]

slow dancing in the rain with Jugram and Uryu? s/o has a beautiful voice and she sings for them to dance. (I don't even know if it's raining there BUT WHATEVER SHDJDJFK) AND I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS SOO MUCH THANKS ALREADY <333

Ohhhhhh, I love this thank you soooo much <3 <3

Jugram: Your beautiful voice lulls through Jugram's ears and he perks his head up. He's not a fan of the rain and he'd much rather be inside, but seeing you have so much fun out in the rain, he can't help, but want to be by your side.

He slowly walks over to you, the rain pelting down onto his clothes, face and hair. His long blonde locks start to stick to his face as he closes the distance between the two of you.

"Your voice is meant for the gods and goddesses only, y/n," Jugram comments, his voice low and slow. You giggle quietly and shake your head.

"I like to sing for you," you mumble out, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and lacing your hands together behind the nape of his neck.

Jugram hums quietly and cocks his head to the side. His hands move to your hips, resting there. The two of you start to sway side to side, gently dancing in the rain.

You reach up and tuck behind a strand of his wet blonde hair behind his ear. His cheeks flush for a second as your eyes meet his. Jugram dips you low to the ground, his grip on you steady.

Your eyes widen at the sudden move and you raise an eyebrow. You reach your hand up and place it on his cheek. Jugram closes his eyes and presses his lips to yours.

Uryu: It takes a lot for you to convince Uryu to join you out in the rain, but he cherishes every second of it.

Uryu's eyes meet yours as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. Your chest meets his and you smile up at him.

He hates it. He hates how cold the rain is, how it makes his clothes sopping wet, and how unexpected it, but he loves you.

You hum softly, resting your head against Uryu's chest. Your soft singing voice echoes in his head and his heart rams against his chest.

Your hands reach up and wrap around his lower back, letting the only sound between the two of you be the soft rain coming down from the sky and your lovely voice.

Your feet start grazing along the ground, Uryu taking the lead of the dance. You lift your head up from his chest, daring to brush your lips against his.

Your eyes catch a glimpse of his glasses, starting to become covered in tiny rain droplets.

"Your glasses, Uryu," you speak up, reaching out and carefully grabbing onto them. You slide them off of his face and tuck them into his pocket where they'll be safe.

Uryu's breath hitches in his throat and he gulps. It's moments like this where Uryu realizes just how much you care about him.

[crusty-chronicles]

Airheaded S/O Headcannons #12: Uryu (Bleach)

You honestly irritate and drain him at first

That being said, he is probably one of the most capable people when it comes dealing with your bullshit.

Remember Orihime during the soul society arc?

Yeah, he's got the patience of a god

Perfectly equipped for handling your chaos, albeit begrudgingly

"Whaddya mean I can't fight that guy?" You complained.

"You dimwit, he's at least double your size with double the spiritual pressure!!!" Uryu retorted while gesturing to a particularly large arrancar.

"Booo, you're no fun. I like Ichigo better."

His pride won't allow a blow like that, so he tries to show off to prove that Ichigo is in fact not better.

When the enemy is finally defeated, he's met with you clapping and cheering like one of those soccer moms.

Admittedly, it does get him a little flustered. But it's a major ego booster, especially from you.

The first time he met you he had no idea you were completely brain dead

It was during his first showdown with Ichigo.

The hollows wouldn't stop coming, and what's worse, a Menos was starting to crossover from Heuco Mundo.

It was just too much and too overwhelming at the same time.

And then a spike of spiritual pressure came from next to him and Ichigo.

The surrounding hollows being defeated before you made your presence known.

Giving a look between the soul reaper and the Quincy before scowling.

"This isn't a dick swinging contest! Actual people could be hurt, so get your shit together and get rid of that thing!" You lectured before shooting a little ray of reishi towards another group of hollows, decimating them completely.

It felt like you were almost as strong as a Lieutenant from the Soul Society.

Which was admittedly shocking, but gave them enough time to knock the Menos back from where it came from.

"Thank you, for holding the other hallows off." Uryu figured it was the least he could do after you stalled for so long.

"Huh? Oof-!"

You just tripped.

Over nothing.

And then shot right back up.

"OH NO I LEFT THE SHOP UNATTENDED!!! TESAI'S GONNA KILL ME!!!"

You were odd. But that could've been a coincidence, right???

It was not a coincidence and now he's wondering how you manage not to get yourself killed everyday.

"Do NOT slice the box cutter towards yourself!"

And then he shows you how to do it properly so you don't stab yourself.

Will always complain about you ripping your clothes during a fight, and then proceed to stitch up all the holes.

"Wait, I can have little dandelions on that part of my sleeve?"

"Shut up, you should be glad I'm fixing it for you at all."

Makes sure he has the right thread to embroider them on 💀💀💀

You're bleeding profusely?

"Why don't you want Orihime to heal you? She's a pro at this." Uryu complains as he's cleaning up your wounds.

"Because I like you better. And you're good with stitching."

He's extremely embarrassed but appreciates the compliment.

Also, he probably has to take you to the hospital because you definitely need a blood transfusion.

You 🤝Pesche = Uryu's sleep paralysis demons

The two of you together make him want to pull his hair out.

One makes his life hell on purpose and the other (you) on accident.

But you get a pass. You're actually useful in combat.

Kisuke's adopted child™ so you're extra strong 💪💪💪

Doesn't realize he likes you until the bounts show up and he gets abducted by Yoshino.

You kept up with her surprisingly well, despite being injured by Udagawa.

Giving a relentless pursuit to get him back

But you could only push yourself so much with the gash on your side that eventually, Yoshino's doll managed to land a direct hit on you.

The next time Uryu sees you is when he wakes up in his father's hospital.

Everyone bursting in to come and see if he was okay.

Then there was you who made your way in on crutches with Kisuke supporting you.

And before he could ask if you were okay, you practically collapsed on top of him.

Giving him a bone crushing hug before finally speaking.

"I'm just so happy you're okay."

And it was the way you said it that had him smitten.

Like you really were worried about him.

Like he was actually important despite not having his powers anymore.

Yeah okay, maybe he didn't have anything to prove.

At least not to you.

Another one of the unfortunate few who tries to court you normally.

Except it's way more awkward.

This man has absolutely no idea how to approach you now that he has these feelings for you.

"I got you flowers."

"Oh... I'm allergic, but they're still pretty though 😃"

A little embarrassed but not deterred because it wasn't a 'no.'

Tries to make you food.

Key word: tries because he forgot about the fact that you and Orihime always share

Uryu, you fool! How could you be so blind?!?

☝️his actual thoughts as his attempts to court you keep failing.

But his last and final attempt finally works.

He was once again trying to show off to you while fighting a hollow.

He was doing fine up until he fell flat on his ass dodging an attack.

You'd been so quick to divert the enemy's oncoming attack before helping him up.

"Hey I got you, okay?"

And he just blurts it out.

"I'm in love with you."

And your bright smile makes him relax.

"I know... Ichigo told me."

"HE WHAT!?!?"

100% babies you.

You keep forgetting to pack your lunch?

Don't worry it's already on the counter with a little sticky note inside.

You scrapped yourself on who knows what?

You're in good hands, he's been around a hospital enough of his life to know what he's doing.

He'll even give you a kiss over the bandaid if you want to 👉👈

Speaking of hospitals 👀👀👀

Ryuken absolutely hates you

Like with a fiery passion

"Really? Them?" He gestures angrily over at you.

And it's you making silly faces at a nervous kid going in for surgery to make them laugh.

Uryu's so smitten. 😊😊😊

"Yeah. That's the one."

Does get a little insecure but not exactly jealous

He doesn't understand what you see in him.

He's not exactly the strongest or the most good looking.

The only thing he's confident in is his mind

And even then it has the tendency to fail him.

But you don't seem to see that

For whatever reason, you like him

Flaws and all, you chose him.

Will only call you sweet nicknames in private.

Among them are: love, sweetheart, baby, dear, hun, and his personal favorite - sunshine.

Prefers to fight for you than have you join in and get hurt.

Even if he's more at risk of being injured than you are

His Quincy pride just won't allow it.

NEXT UP: Gaara (Naruto)

MASTERLIST

An: A long boi because I'm currently watching bleach right now. Honesty all the men in bleach are so fine and I'm probably gonna add grimmjow for my bonus headcannons

[michikxo]

Sfw and nsfw headcannons for adult uryu plz

Fem and sub reader

𝗈𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇

𝖲𝖥𝖶 𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖢𝖠𝖭𝖭𝖮𝖭𝖲

♡ 𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽𝗎𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗅, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁. 𝖨𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿𝖿. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗌, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽.

♡ 𝖠𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗍'𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄.

♡ 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌/𝗈, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾. 𝖧𝗎𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖼𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅�� 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗍 (𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒) 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌.

♡ 𝖠 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌. 𝖠 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗐𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍? 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗐𝖽 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗍'𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖳𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍? 𝖭𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾.

𝖭𝖲𝖥𝖶 𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖢𝖠𝖭𝖭𝖮𝖭𝖲

♡ 𝖠 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌 (𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝖾).

♡ 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝖿𝖿.

♡ 𝖮𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌/𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖱𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒, 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗆 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒.

♡ 𝖧𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗌.

♡ 𝖢𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋/𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾/𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝖾-𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒. 𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝗈𝖻 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾. 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗋/𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌/𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗑 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾.

♡ 𝖶𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌/𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝗑. 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗑𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾?

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⋆⋅♰⋅⋆ when you finally return from a mission where you had no contact with anyone for weeks, uryu would drop everything the moment you walked through the door, exhausted.

“y/n-,” your step would falter but he’d rush to catch you effortlessly, gripping you firmly, harder than he’d realize or that you’d expect.

he would honestly start thinking you’re injured, his eyes scanning your whole body rapidly. “i’m fine.. just tired,” you’d reassure, weakly. of course, we wouldn’t admit he was worried.

he’d lead you to the couch, laying you gently. once he’s assessed for himself that you truly weren’t injured, then starts the scolding. “you’d let the enemy wear you down so much? you were gone for weeks, i would’ve expected you back much sooner,” he’d huff, pushing up his glasses then crossing his arms.

you’d know better by now than to take his insults to heart, shaking your head, too tired to throw one back at him.

the silence would make his eyebrow twitch, glancing towards you on the couch. he’d sigh, and kneel beside the couch so that he’s level with you.

“i’m glad you’re back safe,” his voice uncharacteristically soft, patting your hair, letting you drift into a restful sleep.

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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.

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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.

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Hey! This is where you'll find all the fic I've written for Bleach characters. Hope you enjoy them!

Aizen Sosuke Shattered Vows (x wife reader) Parts: Prologue 1 2 Kidnapped to Hueco Mundo (SFW, x reader)

Ishida Uryu Not-so-secret Relationship

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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.

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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." 

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