#rukia feels like an AB to me??

[recurring-polynya]

My kid asked me to explain blood types to her today, which made me remember the odd little fact that in the character profiles that appeared at the ends of the earliest Bleach volumes, there are blood types listed for the human characters, but not for the shinigami characters. Shinigami obviously have blood, we've all seen it, we've seen so much of it, honestly, but is it like blood blood? Is blood transfusion a thing they do?

I did not have any particular recollection of anyone ever receiving a blood transfusion in Bleach, but I looked up all the hospital scenes I could think of off the top of my head. Both Byakuya nor Hinamori have sort of a notable absence of things sticking out of them. I'm no expert and I don't even particular like doctor shows, but this is a situation where I would expect both of them to have IVs for hydration, if nothing else. Hinamori's got a respirator and some mysterious carts off to her far side, at least, and maybe Byakuya's just far enough on the upswing that he doesn't need it anymore.

Next shot was the famous Rukia and Renji sharing a hospital room scene.

Renji's respirator goes...under his blanket? Is this right? This doesn't seem right. Rukia doesn't seem particularly attached to anything, although there's kind of a bundle of wires? tubes? coming out of her right shoulder area. You can see them better in this shot:

That sure doesn't look like medical grade tubing, the lower one looks kinda like Hihiou Zabimaru, tbh. IVs usually work by gravity, no? Also those tubes are way too big to be going into someone's veins.

Finally, here's Kira, getting his dubious Squad 12 medical procedure.

More shady, giant, intestine-ass looking tubes that... go into him? wtf. They're attached to a computer. Maybe these are data cables?

The upshot of all of this is that I don't think shinigami have blood transfusions. I can't imagine that they don't know about them, so I imagine it's more of a case of their blood is just part of their soul, like, all of them is just soul all the way down, and it would be nearly impossible to accept a transfusion that was made of someone else's soul (soulmate-enjoying fanfic writers, take note). They do like sticking tubes in people, tho.

This sucks because when I was originally thinking about this, of course I was thinking about all the blood Renji has in his body and whether or not he's a universal donor, because, frankly, if he is, I think they would have a special framed painting of him at Squad 4 and let him have as much donuts and apple juice as he wants.

I think the main reason manga list characters' bloodtypes anyway is because Japanese people use it as a personality test, similar to horoscopes. For the record, here are the characters whose blood types we know:

Ichigo - AO Orihime - BO Chad - AO Tatsuki - AO Isshin - AB Uryuu - AB Don Kanonji (????) - BO

When I was trying to look up what they meant, I found this hilarious graphic, thank you verywellmind dot com

Looks to me like these blood types were definitely chosen to tie into personality at least to some degree (I'm not sure about Isshin, but he probably has fake Urahara Shouten-brand gigai blood-substitute anyway, so I am choosing not to read too deeply into that). Anyway, along those lines, judging from this chart, if we wanted to bootstrap Renji's blood type from his personality, I think he would, in fact, clearly fit into the idiot-on-a-skateboard quadrant. So he is a universal donor! (or at least he would be, if he were filled with blood instead of high-concentration ghost juice.)

#bleach worldbuilding #tw: medical #rukia feels like an AB to me?? #i welcome the insight of people who are more medically literate than me #but i actually have a blood phobia which is why i didn't do very much research into that side of this post

[honeybleed]

Renji x reader fluff pls !

content & warnings:

canon-verse but renji and rukia never got together in this fic, female reader, she/her pronouns, reader is a soul reaper, crack since it’s based off all the bleach omakes

author’s note:

tell me whose a bleach character u defend like crazy if u like this one shot lawl mine is tosen renji & rukia ☝🏽

tag for @westcinny since that’s her new flavor of the month

word count: 1k

Girl's night outs with the other female shinigami wasn't anything spectacular however it was quite rare so there was a feeling of excitement in the air.

You approached the seated lieutenants, but as you sat you could see they were already a bit tipsy what with their flushed cheeks and giggling.

"Come sit!" Rangiku hurriedly said as she called out your name.

"I'm already sat dummy, what's up with you?" You snickered, amused.

"We were just talking about the Eleventh Division. I hear they don't...even shower!" Isane cackled, thumping the bar and causing the cups to shake.

"The smell must be crazy." Rangiku cackled, tears forming.

You snorted.

Well, it wasn't exactly a farfetched theory that the Eleventh Division didn't prioritize cleanliness. However, you knew for a fact, Fifth Seat Ayasegawa of all people didn't fit with that rumor.

Speak of the devil, the familiar orange turtleneck and plush feathers came into your eyesight as he angrily stomped off.

"Yumichika!" Ikakku cried out, following after him.

"We do shower, I'll have you know!" Ikakku barked, jabbing his finger at the three of you.

"...Together?" Rangiku questioned, cocking a brow in an attempt to rile him up even more.

Ikkaku's eyes widened and his cheeks burned scarlet.

"That's none of your business!" He stuttered, then chased after Yumichika.

"Well, it's nice to see some love birds in the Seireitei, huh?" You remarked after he'd left.

"Slim pickings I suppose." Rangiku sighed, as she stretched her arms.

"That is so not true." You responded. "There's so much eye candy here, Rangiku! You don't see it?"

"Yeah, cos you're a newbie. Few decades and you get bored." She said, glancing at the entrance where other shinigami passed by on patrol.

"What about you, Isane? Anybody catch your eye?"

"Not really. People show their true colors when they're admitted to the infirmary. And it is not a pretty sight." She sighed. "What about you, Y/N?"

"Hm...now you put me on the spot I'm not sure."

A memory popped into your head.

"...Abarai." You finally answered, lips curving into a smile.

Your response was met with clamoring and gasps.

"Hey! What's wrong with him?" You questioned, taken aback by their reaction.

"He's so.."

"Well, let's just say you had an unconventional choice." Nanao stated as she pushed the bridge of her glasses up her nose.

"Yeah right. You guys are just so picky. No pleasing you." You folded your arms in defiance, defending your choice. "Those luscious red locks, those eyebrows. One day I passed by the Sixth Division's barracks and he was shirtless...sweat trickling down his abs and those tats..."

"Easy there, Juliet." Rangiku giggled. "Don't leave the chair soaking wet."

"Rangiku!" You hissed at her crudeness.

Soon enough, you and the ladies took your leave. The booth was jam-packed with the male lieutenants who had been keeping as quiet as church mice to eavesdrop.

Shuhei grasping at his roots with his unrequited crush on Rangiku, Renji blushing so hard his cheeks matched his hair at your statement, Tetsuzaemon thumping the table and Izuru side-eyeing them all.

"God damn it!" Tetsuzaemon groaned. "Why do all the ladies think so lowly of us? Hell, I wasn't even an option!"

"You lucky thing, Abarai." Shuhei sniffled. "You better go get the girl."

Renji's face scrunched up in embarrassment.

"I wouldn't even know where to start!" He cried out.

"I'm sure it's less complicated than you're making it out to be." Izuru snarked.

"Yeah! She already thinks you're a stud, just make a move on her. Simple!" Tetsuzaemon cried out.

-

"Lieutenant Abarai, can I help you?" You asked, a little confused as to why he had been loitering around the entrance of the Third Division barracks for almost ten minutes.

"Yeah! Uh, I wanted to ask you something." He responded, with a nervous chuckle.

"Me?" You questioned, with an incredulous stare.

"Yes, you." He swallowed, thickly. You acting clueless was making his stomach harden. He knew he hadn't misheard you.

He let out an exhale.

"I was at the tea house yesterday, and I overheard you and the other lieutenants." He muttered, cheeks heating up as he struggled to meet your eyes.

You just stared at him and you were sure you could hear glass shattering in your mind.

You wanted the ground to swallow you up, whole.

There was absolutely no way you were thirsting over Renji in public and he had heard every word you said.

This was a nightmare for sure.

Your face was aghast but you know for the preservation of your dignity you had to do something dishonest.

“Really? Maybe that was somebody else.” You said as you shrugged nonchalantly.

“No, no. I’m sure it was you.” He said, with an uneasy laugh.

“Did you see me say that?” You questioned, voice firm as you intently stared into his eyes.

Renji was staring at you as if you lost your mind. Then let out a scoff.

“You’re right. I had to be out of my mind to think a girl like you would be into a guy like me.” He said, a little defeatedly then turned to make his way out.

You felt a pang of guilt strike you. You didn’t mean for that to happen.

“Renji, wait!” You cried out as you clamped a hand around his wrist.

“Hm?” His eyes furrowed together in bewilderment at your reaction.

“I’m sorry I lied…you did hear me at the tea house! I just...I was humiliated..” You trailed off, struggling to make a valid excuse.

His face broke into a smile as he gave out a hearty laugh.

“Caught ya..!”

“Huh?!”

“That feelin’ sorry for myself act got you real good!” He exclaimed, then threw an arm around you pulling you in.

“Ugh, Renji!” You groaned in irritation, swatting him away. “That’s low!”

“Not as low as you trying to convince me I got a screw loose or somethin’!” He shot back, keeping his grip around you. “The look on your face was priceless!”

You rolled your eyes.

“Gloat while you can.” You muttered under your breath.

“Ah, don’t worry. I think you’re pretty easy on the eyes too y’know..” He said, lowly as he tilted your chin upwards. “I’ll let you know the next time I’m working out so you can be front row.”

“Move!”

author’s note:

if you got this far, ty for reading!! make sure to reblog n comment if u like it lawl likes not doing much no shade

#⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ nara scribbles #bleach x reader #bleach x female reader #bleach x y/n #bleach x you #abarai renji #renji x reader #renji x you #bleach imagine #bleach scenarios #bleach imagines #bleach fluff

[lildudie18]

🐞 lesbians 🐞

🐞 long rant if you wanna read 👇 🐞

🐞 Just to be clear 🐞

1) orihime x ulquiorra

2) orihime x ishida

3) orihime x rukia

4) orihime x chad

5) orihime x tatsuki

99999999999) orihime x ichigo

🐞 see how low that is? yes it is bc she had better chemistry with all of the above than she could ever have had with ichigo. wanting to kiss him in his sleep my ass. how is in every life I'd love the same dude romantic. MARINETTE never gave me half the second hand embarrassment orihime did but to be fair she did want to kiss Adriens statue which was hard to watch but at least it lasted less 🙏🐞

🐞 don't get me wrong I like orihime (to an extend) I mean she was interesting when her brother trauma shit was unfolded but then she just Idk became somewhat boring afterwards like she's not by any means useless, but she's HELPLESS most of the goddamn time bro even Aizen recognized the fire dope ass power she got but like she never really utilized it well until like idk the END OF THE SERIES?? oh n let's not talk ab how shes basically fanservice now lmao 🐞

🐞 imo ichigo didn't deserve either rukia or orihime lmaooooooo THEY ARE FOR THE GIRLIES 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥💯💯 he should've gone with Tatsuki (or jus be gay w grimmjow 🙏) if you may like I'm a sucker for childhood friends (do I even need to elaborate) but these didn't even talk other than for like 5 eps so I was kinda bummed but we aight 🐞

🐞 bleach is cool n all but I fr hated that 2/3 of the series were spent saving rukia n then orihime ain't that spectacular! but fire series either way I mean I totally get mfs hatred over ichihime endgame but me personally? I don't fucking care LMAOAOAO ichihimes n ichirikas constantly fighting?? who said married characters with kids can't be shipped with other people?? ever heard of the jojo fandom?? ahahahaaaa 🐞

🐞 tho like kubo said or according to those translated stuff I saw ichihime mfs pull up all the time this is how his series is n if you don't like it make a better one so yeah I'm not mad I'm just Idk disappointed a bit like so many things other than ships feel wasted like ichigos numerous powerups n forms bro I miss them the fact that the dope ass outfits didn't last!! it's exactly like jojos all over again!! 😔😔😔 🐞

🐞 anyways if you read that far comment with a strawberry. see yall 🐞

#ichigo deserved neither #BLEACH #LESBIANS #LET'S GO LESBIANS #bleach #bleach fanart #rukia #orihime #rukia kuchiki #kuchiki rukia #orihime inoue #inoue orihime #lesbian #wlw #gay #the female lead and the girl she's jealous of and also homoerotic rivalry with #why fight over a dude when you have each other #shitpost #doodle #bubs favorites #wow bubs draws smth that isn't bnha

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

responding to that last ask, i do notice that folks who take P5, and really all the games, a lot less seriously tend to not be bothered by the slapstick humor, even with the emphasis on topics such as physical abuse and societal corruption, so that could be a part of it, especially after seeing the same anime tropes coming up so often and seeing them played more or less the same (that's not meant to be a jab that's just kinda what persona games are) just something i notice since it's typically the most hardcore fans that get the most upset i realize

In all honesty, yeah I've noticed people that take a super casual approach don't really notice issues like more hardcore fans do.

P3/4 have the chibi models to disconnect from reality (as well as more obvious chatter effects and such...imo than P5), and P1/2 sprites even more so. P5 isn't exactly super realistic, but more so than prev games, plus it has the balls to actually criticize the physical/sexual/mental abuse of society.....only to use it as comedy later.

Yeah Persona is pretty anime, and that's fine (I mean I grew up on the Three Stooges so like.....I can go as far as live action slap stick too). It all comes down to framing for me.

Does it do a good job indicating it's slapstick (easier the more cartoonish you get, which is easy for cartoons and anime) ex:

2. (not really a deal breaker in a COMEDY, but if comedy's not the main genre it can be) Is it even? Like does one char always slap stick another, or does the recipient get to slap stick back? Or is it a free for all? (ex: like Angel Beats, Asobi Asobase, and MPGIS is a free for all, Yui/Hinata, Ichigo/Rukia and Ichiko/Momiji like to slap stick each other and are even, but I don't like Sakura punching Naruto bc sometimes he doesn't even deserve it and she's not exactly a great char herself TT0TT it gets tiring having it be so one sided...most of these barring Bleach and Naruto are comedies or a dramady like Angel Bleach are so.....yeah TT0TT Kinda skewed but still)

3. (this is def a big problem I have with P5, but I'm sure it's not the only one with this issue) Cake and eating it problem/tonal dissonance: They medium has a message that would....make slap stick unfortunate. Like it's a really hard line and you'll have to really land the dark comedy. Angel Beats can thread this very well.....P5 doesn't. Tbf AB is part comedy, it can be a dark comedy (I mean it's gonna have to be when it's a coming of age story about dead children). P5.....doesn't spend a lot of time on humor (which isn't bad in theory), but when it DOES it's........unfortunate. It just doesn't mesh well.

Maybe if it leaned MORE into the anime it would've lessened the blow. Wait no scratch that, I know what happens when you do that. You get P4 anime. orz

"Oh Silly, you're the only one that doesn't like it! It's beloved!" Hahahahahahaahaaaaaa oh. OH I know. But there's one scene that I KNOW people hated, cause they hated it when it airs, and NO ONE talks about it. It's the Kanji dungeon segment/episode. When you try to go full anime slap stick you get tonal whiplash instead (which is P4 anime's problem, esp with the new original humor and putting in humor where it was a more serious moment). So I'm afraid that also would happen to P5 if they went that route.....orz

But analyzing my own feelings and where my brain draws the line aside.

Yeah it's probs that the devs are just throwing anime tropes in there bc......those tropes are funny right? Haha? Not realizing the narrative disconnect it makes when it does happen. TT0TT

#silly asks #silly answers #did MPGIS do slapstick? It was more bitching/verbal......well #wait....arms being ripped off....setting a car on fire.....the shoot out yeah I guess that borderlines on slap stick #i mean there's consequences too it's a weird place TT0TT #tbh i wanted to analyze this (I didn't have time the other day) but you gave me a fun opportunity to do it this time so thanks XD #also it gives me a reason to name drop some of my fav comedy series 030 #anyway there's a fine line with certain things and I think some things do it masterfully and some....miss the mark orz

[unohanadaydreams]

Don’t ask me why I made this, just know that I’m right and this is not just a Headcanon post but real. It’s not me having brain worms haha that would be insane. Honestly I just started thinking about how the hell arc introducing Seireitei approved social media would be such a mistake but god would it be fun to watch.

The Current Captains On Social Media

Shunsui Kyoraku - Failed erotic novel author turned romance/erotic novel reviewer. The fan base for his work is very small compared to his actual following. There is some divide in his followers—those who follow for his life updates and those who want to hear him talk at length about his latest read. Funnily enough, his quick, messy posts usually paired with scenery or a selfie are his most popular writing, often hailed as snippets of his poetic soul. Lots of people want to give him a hug.

Soi Fon - Adamant privacy and safety poster. Took to code and anti-virus technology well, much to Mayuri’s annoyance. Posts tips and tricks that read more like demands. Is known for her bitchy responses when followers @ her with their progress that are eaten up gratefully. Her advice is punctuated by posts admiring athletic women and these women make up the bulk of who she follows. She seems to admire runners and lifters the most. Her threatening posts when people hit on her too hard/with too many notes to back them up are turned into copypastas.

Rose Otoribashi - Has one of the larger followings thanks to his nostalgic visuals as well as his dedication to frequently posting new music. He has a personality that’s easily digestible when viewed through snippets. The fact that his passion is music and his job is news/editing also do him a lot of favors. He loves doing live streams and encourages his followers to perform for & with him.

Isane Kotetsu - Her growth being captured on social media not just as a captain but as a person has given her a fan base that feels extremely protective of her. She’s less known for what content she brings and more for her personality. Any creative content she posts is likely to start trending. Especially her ‘peaceful morning’ videos and reflective writing. She’s one of the more interactive posters, beloved for her encouraging responses.

Shinji Hirako - As a more private person, he doesn’t have much of a following and his most popular posts are candid moments posted by others. Lisa is a large reason people consider him endearing in anyway. Definitely the kind of person who is either considered cringe or cool with little in between. The kind of guy who asks what he should do with his hair and then goes with an option that wasn’t listed.

Byakuya Kuchiki - Has an extremely scheduled and curated presence on any site he’s on, but is nonetheless adored. He used to ask Renji and Akon for advice on how to handle some of the more online behavior (like being @ed by women who photoshop them as their date to events or being asked how many notes a date would cost) but stopped quickly. Turns out saying something is flattering leads to more of that behavior. Any selfie he posts is edited and reposted into oblivion until it’s thousands of people’s pfp.

Tetsuzaemon Iba - Despite him being one of the most well rounded captains personality wise, he gets put onto block lists the most for his dedication to concepts of manliness, which are easy concepts to feed to the social media outrage machine. Women’s Association vs Men’s Association is a popular meme where the former is something sensible and the latter is something ineffective/archaic. That being said, he’s also known as a ‘problematic fav’ and people will often post memes about abandoning their feminism for a few minutes to like his selfies and training videos.

Lisa Yadomaru - Another captain with a large love and hate following. Often picked apart for interacting with porn/hentai accounts, thirsting after women openly, and posting pictures alluding to her sexual escapades. Despite her account being regular food for the outrage machine, she doesn’t seem to care or pay attention to it and is forever horny on Main. She posts a lot of candid photos/videos of her friends. Recommends the best fucked up fiction.

Kensei Muguruma - Of course he does cooking videos, but what really does well are his cooking challenges. He forces his lieutenant, friends, and colleagues to compete with him on making a better dish on a time limit and often with other handicaps. Usually wins. His bloopers get a ton of mileage when he posts them. His merch is constantly sold out. People often dress up as him for Halloween/conventions, usually with foam or blow up arms/abs.

Toshiro Hitsugaya - Another captain with a huge following due to him approaching social media with his tireless work ethic. His ice sculptures are very popular and his pop-up galleries sell out in hours. Is actually a huge fan of ‘cozy’ games and is known for having beautiful towns/farms/ect that showcase his attention to detail. He does events in Minecraft sometimes, where he guides people through building large scale projects (and also feels like he’s making friends but that’s left entirely unsaid). A bit harsh, but beloved.

Kenpachi Zaraki - People question if it’s really his account because it’s so random at times, but he posts videos of him mowing down his subordinates during training so it has to be. The odd content includes engaging with easy recipes & activities for toddlers and increasingly complicated punk hairstyles that he really does try out. He also posts weekly, asking for people to volunteer and fight him. The human world especially loves this and he gets a lot of responses. He tries to set up times to fight them but Nanao threatens to delete his accounts and put him on suspension if he attempts to follow through. He posts a lot of post-battle pictures and humans gobble it up. “Just fought *insert ridiculous thing here*” is a huge meme.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi - He is constantly making new accounts and circumventing bans for posting links to his old lab work, that often involves heinous amounts of gore. Actually does have a following, often from those within his own division, those hoping to be in his division, or humans who see him as edgy and a little bit off his rocker, which they think is cool. He posts pictures of himself whenever he switches up his look. And posts Nemuri a lot with unhinged captains about how she’s going to outpace even the head captain and no one could make someone as special & smart as her. Just comes off as a really passionate dad. Plenty of people are convinced he’s a creepy pasta project ran by a dude with a daughter.

Rukia Kuchiki - Like Isane, she’s really loved for who she is rather than creative content. Even her attempts at being stern and ‘captain-like’ are fawned over. She has a line of children’s books, stickers, and notebooks with her cute drawings. Her most popular set was when her daughter contributed. The human world is convinced Renji is her house husband and her life is generally seen as all around ‘goals’. Her posts are riddled with mistakes and very sporadic; she’s posted accidental live streams while she did paperwork and they went viral. She posts tons of candids of her subordinates and family but they are usually blurry or actually videos.

#bleach imagines #bleach headcanons #shunsui kyoraku #soi fon #rose otoribashi #isane kotetsu #shinji hirako #byakuya kuchiki #tetsuzaemon iba #lisa yadomaru #kensei muguruma #toshiro hitsugaya #kenpachi zaraki #mayuri kurotsuchi #rukia kuchiki #Mayuri having conspiracy videos dedicated to him actually fuels me

[rukia-writes]

OMG colt looks so 👌🏽. Could I request a scenario where colt porco and Reiner have a crush on the same girl

That’s so cute 🥰

Setting: canon

Warning: none

A/N: I’m so sorry this is so long. Please drink and eat you something 🍿 🫖

The doctor and nurses looked with confusion and amazement as one nurse was rushing back and forth tending to three patients.

Colt Grice.

Porco Galliard.

Reiner Braun.

The three were pretty needy when their favorite nurse started her shift, any other time they were pretty calm and to themselves. Colt had a broken arm he had the most serious injury of the three. Since the other two were titan shifters their injuries had long healed and were resting.

“Do you need something Colt?”

“Yes, would it be too much trouble to ask for a drink of water?”

“Not at all, I’ll be right back.”

Colt smiled his million dollar smile and gave his thanks that made the nurse turn bashful as she also checked to see how Colt’s arm was doing. Colt could move it a bit but it was still healing.

“Are you busy today, (Name)?”

“I am, but that’s okay.”

Colt smiled as he watched (Name) get his vitals, then asked how the others were doing, by others he meant Reiner and Porco. (Name) assured the handsome candidate they were doing fine to which Colt was happy to hear, but he was happier just to see her.

“Looks like you’re healthy Colt, you might be released soon.”

“Oh, yeah?”

Colt didn’t like to hear that, especially from his crush but he did know he couldn’t stay in the hospital forever. Clearing his throat he got his crush’s attention who was writing his vitals on her chart.

“We can still see each other after I’m released, right?”

Colt was blushing quite a bit as his crush was bashful as well agreeing the two could see each other after he was discharged making Colt’s heart skip a beat and his whole face turn red making (Name) worry that something was wrong.

But of course there wasn’t anything wrong.

Soon (Name) left to tend to her other two patients, Porco was next door and when (Name) opened the door to see Porco sitting up in bed with a slight pout on his face, but it seemed to him calm down once his favorite nurse walked in his room with her smile.

“About time. What took you so long?”

“I’m sorry Galliard, is something wrong?”

Porco lifted up his shirt quickly to have (Name) look at his scars that he got from fort Slava, they weren’t healing or rather he wasn’t letting them heal.

“My scars aren’t healing. You might wanna check them out-“

Porco gasped when (Name)’s cold fingers touched his bare chest and then obliques, blushing a bit at how close she was to him examining his wounds earnestly and feeling his skin. Porco watched her examine him seriously as he knew the whole time it was he who was preventing himself from being healed.

“Is it serious, nurse?”

“I’ll tell the doctor, your wounds should have healed by now.”

“Crazy, Right?”

(Name) nodded her head in response making Porco then turn around so (Name) could see his broad back, smirking when he could see how flustered he made his nurse.

“How’s it look back there, nurse?”

Porco didn’t have any injuries on his back after (Name)’s examination, Porco figured but he just wanted to have look at him and just at that moment another nurse came in the room saying “Mr. Braun wants to see you. I’ll tend to Mr. Galliard for you.” (Name) agreed much to Porco’s dismay making a “Tch” as he watched (Name) leave, however his new nurse was pretty nice.

Opening Reiner’s door the nurse saw the titan shifter washing his face with a wet cloth with no shirt revealing his amazing abs and chest making the nurse stumble in walking the room getting Reiner’s attention.

“You’re here.”

“I’m here, did you need something Reiner-Mr. Braun.”

Quickly changing her improper address to the correct one with a bashful smile while stealing glances at Reiner’s chest and muscles. Reiner noticed his favorite nurse looking at him and a little smirk came to his lips.

“You were a little late in getting here. So, another nurse came and got me a cloth to wash my face.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I tried to get here..my other patients needed me.”

Reiner rolled his eyes knowing the other patients were Colt and Porco. Asking again if Reiner needed anything Reiner initially said no but changed his mind and said he wanted a blanket, before he could finish his sentence (Name) was already getting him one and quickly returned with a warm blanket and the smile Reiner loved so much.

Reiner was still taken back how fast she returned with a blanket.

“Anything else?”

“Wel-“

“There you are Reiner!”

Reiner and (Name) looked to see Gabi and Karina in the door way, Reiner in his mind thought “awful timing.” Gabi hugged her tall and older cousin as Karina walked in the room greeting (Name) and then checking to see how her son was fairing.

“Are you okay? I was worried about you.”

“I’m fine, mother.”

Reiner then was amazed again at how quick (Name) left him again, not even seeing her leave to get Colt his water. Karina asked what was wrong to which Reiner responded with nothing, his little pout said otherwise.

Not that it mattered, Reiner was going to call her again.

Reiner, Porco and Colt were discharged on the same day and time, all three had the same thing in mind and that was to leave a note for the same girl they had a crush on. All three met at the nurses station with their notes in hand, the air was tense as the nurse at the station looked at all three guys wondering what they were going to do.

“What are you doing Braun?”

“What are you doing Galliard?”

The two gave each a cold glare as Porco gave the nurse at the desk his note first and smirking in victory, the nurse had a look of confusion while looking at the piece of paper.

“Leaving my calling card. What are you here for?”

“None of your business.”

Reiner also gave the nurse his note to which the nurse was still confused as to what was going on. Porco was going to say something but Colt had also given his note to the nurse at the desk politely, making the two titan shifters give Colt a glare too. Not that it really phased Colt as he liked (Name) too and would face anything for her.

“What the hell are you three doing?”

Reiner, Porco, and Colt looked behind them to see a rather stern looking Magath with Zeke by his side with his usual expression.

“Nothing sir.”

Magath sighed knowing why the three were acting this way and simply told them to hurry up and leave the hospital because he wanted to have a meeting. The three didn’t say anything as they reluctantly left the hospital.

Later when (Name)’s shift ended she was called to the nurses station, the nurse explained what happened as she began to read all three letters from her patients. Each saying they would like to see her again and where to find them.

She was sure to find him.

✨Rukia-Writes✨

#reiner braun x reader #reiner x reader #porco galliard x reader #Porco x reader #colt grice x reader #colt x reader

[zabiume]

What are your headcanons for Ichigo x Keigo?

Keigo is an ardent member of the Ichigo fan club, so he's definitely out there at all of Ichigo's football games, cheering him on, trading vociferous barbs with the away team about how Ichigo's abs are so much better. Ichigo likes to act embarrassed but we all know that's a sham, Ichigo.

Keigo is the shy one in this relationship.

Ichigo tells Keigo that if he makes the honor roll list this year he'll take him out on a date [based on my reading of Keigo's Bleach Wiki page, which has a lot of amusing information btw but also this quote, which utterly destroyed me—"He always has a little smile, even when he's alone" which,,,Keigo!!!!] Didn't think I'd be having Feels about a B Tier supporting character from a 15+-year-old manga but..here I am!

Anyway, Keigo makes it to the honor roll. They have a classic arcade date and Keigo swoons when Ichigo wins those little game prizes for him.

(”Who knew the school punk could be such a romantic?” “If you tell a single soul about this, you’ll regret it”) 

Mizuro, Uryu, and Chad help him get ready for his date. On the other side, you have Orihime and Rukia helping Ichigo. The girls tell Ichigo a bunch of do's-and-don'ts for a first date and Ichigo promptly forgets...all of them. The boys just tell Keigo to wear cologne and believe in himself.

Speaking of, I just remembered that Keigo has an older sister, and considering Ichigo is someone who takes older sibling-ing very seriously, you can bet your ass he tries his best to be in her good books. He does it allll; asks his sister for permission, walks Keigo home, calls her "ma'am" (which makes her snort). You'd think Ichigo wouldn't be scared of much by now but he is definitely afraid of Mizuho Asano, student President and Resident Older Sister. [Another fun fact: Mizuho is apparently the one that recommended Uryu for Student President, according to Death Save the Strawberry, so you can tell she has high standards for her own brother]

Keigo will sit through Al Pacino movies for Ichigo — a feat that Orihime, Uryu and Chad themselves have never been able to do — and they both dress up in very ugly retro outfits that only they think are hot. Disaster Gay + Chaotic Bisexual Vibes.

IchiKeigo go on double dates with TatsuHime and Tatsuki and Ichigo always get competitive about proving their superiority in front of Orihime and Keigo, which ends up in a plank competition that Ichigo loses. Ichigo might be an OP Shinigami-Quincy-Fullbringer-Hollow, but one must never underestimate the power of a lesbian.

#ichikeigo #don't get me wrong i much prefer ships within the main 6 but i'll make an exception for this one #bleach headcanons #asks

[veiledsilver]

top five fictional boys, go

I'M GLAD YOU ASKED. These are the kinds of asks I was hoping for, everyone. The scale is from 1 ("look at my good taste") to 5 ("haha don't judge me")

Boys

1. Yoriichi Tsugikuni. Hands down, no contest, forgive me for who I'll become when this fine swordsman gets animated by Ufotable, I could go on! He's gentle and kind but also the way he gets when he's super focused is SO hot omg... his twin brother had a scene where his kimono got ripped to shreds, revealing his chiseled abs, and the fact that it never happened to Yoriichi is a crime ugh

2. Todoroki Shouto deserves a place on this list for being my first anime crush. In middle school I motivated myself to do difficult homework by pretending I was on a study date with him. I got into reader inserts because of this guy. Also the contrast between crimson and white, fire and ice, and turquoise and silver is just gorgeous omg. I love him

3. I did not like him in the first seasons, but when Zuko started getting proper hair (and it was fluffy hair!) I started paying attention haHA. His redemption arc was brilliant and carefully woven together, and I like how there were subtle hints of him being redeemable even when he was an antagonist. Then I found a fantastic reader insert series and now we're here

4. Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd made me blow all my allowance money on fe3h despite not being very good at it. I also lost the game card very early on 💔 so I never got past the bandit's canyon. However. I love how he was described as having the facade of a charming prince but having darkness lurking beneath the surface... get you a man who can do both!

5. ...Ace Trappola from Twisted Wonderland. If I had a nickel for each time I crushed on a ginger boy with zero self preservation, I'd have two nickels. But now I know my dream relationship dynamic and it's me, sandwiched between a elegant yet brooding dark-haired guy and a more outgoing, teasing one with lighter hair. Is that weird? 😂

Girls

1. Lan Fan was my bisexual awakening (I won't watch the original Fullmetal Alchemist anime because she isn't in it). She's so cute but also kickass! Ling would not have survived without her! I like how we both wear black comfy clothes 99.9% of the time! Can I get a bodyguard au where she vows to protect my life and I tenderly h*ld her h*nd

2. Nobara Kugisaki!! Jujutsu Kaisen has so many pretty girls and they revolve around in my head at all times. Today it's Nobara's turn! I love her rose aesthetic and how she's so confident in herself! I'm sure she'd prefer a girl with a spine, unlike me, but I'd love to shop my way through the streets of Tokyo with her! We can get ice cream at a cafe afterwards ♡

3. Emerald Sustrai from RWBY. I like everything about her- her mint green hair, her weapons, her illusion powers, ma'am please stop chasing after Cinder when she doesn't even like you, because I'll definitely return your feelings! I stopped watching the show but I heard Emerald gets major focus in the newest volume, so I just might come back 👀

4. A very very very minor character. I dropped Bleach after the Save Rukia arc to focus on studies, but I'd pick it up again just to see Cyan Sung-Sun have actual speaking lines. She's so mysterious and elegant, and she has such a pretty kimono outfit in the mobile game! Oh to be a shinigami dueling her in a fight dripping with tension,,

5. I'm so sorry but when I read the manga I... also thirsted hard... over Daki. I know she eats people and there's the whole thing with her being turned at thirteen (😬). But... maybe in the author's modern au where she's a high schooler... I can dodge her brother long enough to risk giving her my number. She'll think I was ballsy at best lmaooo

I have more but these are the ten I thought of from the top of my head 😂 but they'll never replace you in my heart, Rin!

#asks #long post

[tinyanimelover]

Ice Cream Talks

Requested Anonymously!

[Ichigo Kurosaki ; "Marry me"]

The first time he met her, she'd transferred to Karakura High School. She wasn't anything special to look, pretty average looking yet she somehow drew in those around her. Was it her mysteriousness? After all, who transfers mid-year? Y/n made quick friends with Orihime and Tatsuki, later becoming friendly with Uryu and Sado. But for some reason she kept her distance from Ichigo. Why? Was it his hair color? Did she judge him based off that? She didn't have very high reiatsu, so she didn't know why the others would suddenly leave class. She didn't know about the world of Hollows, Shinigami and Arrancar. Ichigo was glad for this, not wanting to rope in yet another person into such a dangerous world. But that all changed when she was attacked one night while walking home with Orihime. She couldn't see her attacker yet Orihime seemed deathly terrified, screaming for her to run away while she took care of it. Thankfully Ichigo came to their rescue, saving both of them and defeating the unknown assailant. She was thrown into the world of Shinigami and hollows, that night and yet, despite being a mere human, she decided she'd do what she could for her friends. When they would return injured, Orihime would heal them and Y/n would keep them fed and hydrated, helping them fully recover. She cheered for them, did her best to keep them updated on school assignments and overall, just did what she could for them. So when Ichigo and the others returned from their fight with Aizen, she could see something had changed between them all--well, mostly between Ichigo and the others. She learned Ichigo had sacrificed his powers while defeating Aizen, and now he was a normal human. And as one might've guessed, though he tried to put on a brave face, he was depressed about it all. His friends walked om eggshells around him, while his family acted the same, not having any idea about his second life. Y/n could tell he was having a rough time with understanding it all and trying to adjust to his new normal life. As a fellow human, she understood what he was going through, having felt the same things whenever the others would rush off into battle and she was stuck watching helplessly. It started off subtly, her wanting to cheer him up. She didn't want him to feel like she was pitying him, so she opted in doing small things for him. Whether it was leaving candy on his desk for him, walking to school with him after accidentally bumping into him on the way there, or even just stopping by his house after work to drop off some sweets for him and his family. She did all she could to try and get his mind off being normal now, but she couldn't tell if it was helping, Ichigo was still so sad. Along the way, she sort of fell for the orange haired male, making her feel even more hopeless. He was kinda different than his usual self, even though it'd been almost a year now that he'd lost his Shinigami powers. What else? What could she do? She felt helpless as she watched him attempt to starve off his sorrow with odd jobs here and there, and even joining different clubs as long as they paid for his services. She understood this was his way of accepting he'd never get his powers back, trying to move on, but was this really the way? It was as if he was just pushing it all behind him, not even trying to fully accept it. Frustrated and filled with sorrow over seeing the person she loved in such a state, she woke up one day with the resolve to at least ease him of his pain. She thought about confessing but wondered if that'd put pressure on the male. 'There he is! Okay, Y/n, you can do this!'. "I-Ichigo!" She called after him, glad that he was walking alone. He raised an eyebrow, turning around as she ran to catch up to him with a smile on her lips, a bag in hand "Y/n-chan?". "Sorry..this is random but..do you want to eat ice cream with me in the park?" She asked with a softer smile as she held the bag up "We..haven't talked in awhile since you've picked up that part-time job..". "Hm..sure" he gave in, hands in his pockets "Here, I'll hold the bag". He gently took the bag from her with a smile, "You're hair's gotten longer, huh?". "Y-yeah" she said with a grin, "I was thinking it was too long and it's a pain in summer..but I like it!". They ended up in the park in no time, sitting underneath a tree for shade and enjoyed the nice breeze it produced at they ate ice cream. He stole a glance at her, always curious as to why she was trying to hard to cheer him up. It's one of the reasons why he chose to move on rather than mull over his lost powers, he felt bad seeing her try so hard for him. He looked away, but he felt that simply moving on wasn't what she wanted from him. "Ichigo" she suddenly spoke up, his eyes trailed back over to rest on her, she didn't look over at him but kept her eyes glued to her half-eaten ice cream in her hands. "What's up?" He asked. "..I can't say I know exactly how you're feeling" she started off with a sad smile, "I didn't have any powers to begin with, so I won't try to sit here and tell you that I felt the same way...but, I can say that I think I know a little of how you felt". His eyes widened, "..Y/n-chan? Where's this coming fro--" he was cut off by her. "I didn't have any powers, I couldn't kick ass like you Ichigo. Or heal wounds in an instant like Orihime. I don't come from a special lineage like Uryu ad I don't have any secret powers like Sado....all I could do make sure your wounds were wrapped, make sure you were hydrated and fed..even with my pathetic skills, you and the others took me in" she smiled, eyes lifting to look at the orange and pink sky as the sun prepared to set "I'll always be grateful to you and the others..I'll always do my best to be of some use to you all. Ichigo..you probably think that you've lost the only way to protect those around you..but you're wrong. You're strong, and brave, you didn't lose those along with your powers, they're still there". She gave him a closed eyes grin, turning her head towards him "Don't lose hope, Ichigo! I think..things happen for a reason! When a door closes, another will open and who knows? Maybe it'll be an even better thing than the one you lost! A-anyways, I wanted to have this talk with you..I hope you don't think I overstepped any boundaries or anything..I'm just a concerned friend!". She got up from the bench, "Thanks for sharing ice cream with me! I'll see you tomorrow in school" she laughed softly, walking away. To say he was shocked at what she'd said, was an understatement. He hadn't expected her of all people to think about that stuff, he figured she was just worried about him.  He had no idea that she felt that way about herself, never even giving it a second thought as to how she felt when she was always left behind during battles. She felt..the same way he did when he first lost his powers, how he still felt. "..hah..I've been worrying Y/n-chan all this time" he let out softly, eyes glued to his ice cream. It was times like these that made him fall in love with her even more. It was her bravery and perseverance that made him first see her in such a light, she was a normal human who couldn't fight hollows or defend herself against them, but she didn't let that stop her from helping him and his friends. After that, he found himself falling for her even more but with his duties as a Substitute Shinigami, he couldn't bring himself to put her into anymore danger than she already was. He was more than grateful when she stuck by his side after his battle with Aizen. He sighed, thinking back to what Keigo asked him on the rooftop during lunch. Have you thought about what you're gonna do after high school? He still had time to think about that stuff, not like he had anything else to do. There was also the fact that he really had no idea what he wanted to do. Truthfully, he thought he'd be a substitute soul reaper for the rest of his life. But, there was something that popped instantly into his mind when he thought about his future. He wanted to still be around his friends, even if he couldn't fight with them. But more than anything, he closed his eyes with a smile on his lips as he got up from the bench ".....I won't let her slip from my hands..". He tossed the ice cream into the trash can as he took off running, eyes glued to the girl's figure as she walked. "Y/n-chan!" He yelled after her, "Wait, Y/n-chan!". The girl halted, turing around with wide eyes. He panted as he ran, catching up a moment later as he held his hand out towards her "Y/n-chan...ab--..about another for opening for me with something even better..it opened for me long ago..even before I lost my shinigami powers". "Ichigo?" She let out confused "What're you talking about?". "You aren't pathetic, you aren't weak" he let out as he caught his breath " To me, you've always been brave and strong, even with no fighting abilities". Her eyes widened, cheeks growing warm as he continued on. "I've always thought that about you, whenever I'd get into a battle that I thought I couldn't win: I'd think about my friends who were fighting..I thought about you cheering me on from home..Y/n-chan, I haven't given much thought to what I'll do after I graduate but there’s one thing I know for sure that I want to be present in my future...I don't have anything to offer you...but, as of right now, I can offer you a pair of arms to come home to! And I swear to make you happy, no matter what!". He had a blush on his cheeks, as did she, "Ichigo..you..are you saying?.." She trailed off, unable to eve think straight. "I like you a lot, Y/n-chan, I have ever since we came back from saving Rukia...and I don't want to lose you..ever..." He cleared his throat before getting on his knee. "Y/n-chan!" He blurted out "Marry me!". Her eyes bulged from their sockets, "W-what?!". "I..is that a no?" He deadpanned, half-embarrassed and half-worried "I'm..a idiot..". She laughed as he got up, "N-no! That's not it, it's just that...you skipped the whole dating part and went straight for marriage". He blinked a few times, "...I did! Oh, then, will you go out with me Y/n-chan?". She grinned, "Yes! To both questions!". And she walked away happily, "C'mon, let's get some more ice cream!". "Wait..to both..questions?" His eyes widened, running to catch up to her "You'll marry me then?!".

#bleach #female reader insert #bleach one shots #anon request #ichigo kurosaki #ichigo kurosaki x reader

[midnightactual]

1ST RULE: tag muses you would like to know better. 2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true for your muse.

MUSE: Shihōin Yoruichi FC: n/a OCCUPATION: “Behind every great man is a great woman.” (Fixer)   AGE: “Are you asking me out?” (300+) SEXUALITY: Pansexual PRONOUNS: She/Her

APPEARANCE:

I am 5'7" or taller

I wear glasses

I have at least one tattoo

I have at least one piercing

I have blonde hair

I have brown hair

I have brown eyes

I have short hair

My abs are at least somewhat defined

I have or have had braces

PERSONALITY:

I love meeting new people

People tell me that I’m funny

Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me

I enjoy physical challenges

I enjoy mental challenges

I’m playfully rude with people I know well

I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it

There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY:

I can sing well

I can play an instrument

I can do over 30 push-ups without stopping

I’m a fast runner

I can draw well

I have a good memory

I’m good at doing math in my head

I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute

I have beaten at least 15 people in arm wrestling

I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch

I know how to throw a proper punch

I know how to wield a variety of weapons

I can use magic proficiently

HOBBIES:

I enjoy playing sports

I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else

I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else

I have learned a new song in the past week

I work out at least once a week

I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months

I have drawn something in the past month

I enjoy writing

I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES:

I have had my first kiss

I have had alcohol

I have scored the winning goal in a sports game

I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting

I have been at an overnight event

I have been in a taxi

I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year

I have beaten a video game in one day

I have visited another country

I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIPS:

I’m in a relationship

I have a crush on a celebrity

I have a crush on someone I know

I have been in at least 3 relationships

I have never been in a relationship

I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them

I get crushes easily  

I have had a crush on someone for over a year

I have been in a relationship for at least a year

I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE:

I have at least one person I consider a “best friend”

I live close to my school

My parents are still together

I have/had at least one sibling

I live in the United States

There is snow right now where I live

I have hung out with a friend in the past month

I have a smartphone

I have at least 15 CD’s

I share my room with someone

RANDOM SHIT:

I have break-danced

I know a person named Jamie

I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce

I have dyed my hair

I’m listening to one song on repeat right now

I have punched someone in the past week

I know someone who has gone to jail

I have broken a bone

I have eaten a waffle today

I know what I want to do with my life

I speak at least 2 languages

Tagged by: @solitariusdeluna​ (Thanks~) Tagging: @glacies-tempestatem​, @wild-pineapple-butt​, @deivorous​, @rukia-kuchiki-divided​

#Out Of Character #Dash Games

[recurring-polynya]

Writing/Art Update 2/12/2021

Once again, it has been forever since I did one of these, mostly because I’m pretty embarrassed about how long everything takes me anymore. I don’t want to get into what’s going on in my life right now, aside from the fact that it is exhausting and I have trouble concentrating on stuff and coming up with ideas. Since writing is my major means of decompressing, this is kind of a bad situation for me all around.

In any case, believe it or not, I am still plugging away on a little in love, even though I haven’t published an update in forever. I thought that once I got into Act III, it would just start flowing, and to be honest, it hasn’t. I know where I need to get to, and I am really looking forward to it, I am just having trouble getting there. I do have an entire chapter basically done, but I’m trying to figure out, at least roughly, how to get through the end of the Act, before I put anything else out.

Gosh, I hope Acts IV and V go a little easier than this. (they won’t)

I do sometimes feel like taking a break or just quitting this fic entirely, but I think it’s a good story and I have the ending (at least roughly) planned, and I just...want to finish it?? It’s my big experiment in writing a fic consecutively, and I want to prove I can do it, and also, it does have some good bits? I mean, I have taken a huge break on the next part of Heart is a Muscle and it has not helped at all, aside from me feeling immense guilt whenever I think about it, and the last thing I need is two of those.

IN MORE POSITIVE WRITING NEWS, since it’s been so long since I did one of these updates, I’ve actually written two things since the last time I wrote one.

Blessing and Curses was a cute li’l Academy-era New Year’s story I wrote. It is very wholesome, except for the part where Rukia steals some beans and blames it on Toshirou.

Rukia and Renji Make a Baby (at Byakuya’s Birthday Party) is not wholesome at all, it’s a porno about Our Heroes casting a fertility kidou on themselves and then getting so horny at Byakuya’s birthday party they have to sneak off to bone. I wrote it for me, but you can read it if you want (assuming you are 18+)

Art is a little easier than writing these days. I started an art sideblog! Have you seen my art blog?

Some recent highlights include:

Rukia Birthday Art

Byakuya Birthday Art

This Tooth-Rotting Fluff ft. Renji’s abs

By the way, you may notice that the last one was a request-- I do take art requests (in fact, I have one in queue right now!) but please be warned that I am terribly slow. I usually having 2-3 projects in mind, sorted out what order I want to do them in, and if I get a new one, I’ll throw it on the back, so you’re welcome to send them in, but don’t be surprised if it takes me a month or more. I do, of course, reserve the right to say no, but if I was gonna do that, I would do so right away, so if you don’t hear from me, assume I’ll get to it eventually. I feel like I should probably start taking writing requests again, but I probably only feel that way because I want to use them to procrastinate. 

It seems like the fandom has been really quiet lately-- maybe it’s the time of year, or maybe just everyone else is Tired, too. I am just trying to take this as, maybe if no one’s around, no one will notice how slowly I am writing these days.

#writing update #art update #maybe if i start doing these more often The Guilt will motivate me more #tumblr y you not underlining my links you better put those links in

[glacies-tempestatem]

1ST RULE: tag muses you would like to know better. 2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true for your muse.

Tagged by: @nightbeat-cat​

Tagging: Just steal it

MUSE: Rukia Kuchiki FC: Herself OCCUPATION: Shinigami AGE: +150 SEXUALITY: heterosexual (but I plan change this in a near future) PRONOUNS:She/her

APPEARANCE:

I am 5'7" or taller

I wear glasses

I have at least one tattoo

I have at least one piercing

I have blonde hair

I have brown hair

I have brown eyes

I have short hair

My abs are at least somewhat defined

I have or have had braces

PERSONALITY:

I love meeting new people

People tell me that I’m funny

Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me

I enjoy physical challenges

I enjoy mental challenges

I’m playfully rude with people I know well

I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it

There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY:

I can sing well

I can play an instrument

I can do over 30 push-ups without stopping

I’m a fast runner

I can draw well

I have a good memory

I’m good at doing math in my head

I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute

I have beaten at least 15 people in arm wrestling

I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch

I know how to throw a proper punch

I know how to wield a variety of weapons

I can use magic proficiently

HOBBIES:

I enjoy playing sports

I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else

I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else

I have learned a new song in the past week

I work out at least once a week

I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months

I have drawn something in the past month

I enjoy writing

I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES:

I have had my first kiss

I have had alcohol

I have scored the winning goal in a sports game

I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting

I have been at an overnight event

I have been in a taxi

I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year

I have beaten a video game in one day

I have visited another country

I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIPS:

I’m in a relationship (verse dependent)

I have a crush on a celebrity

I have a crush on someone I know

I have been in at least 3 relationships

I have never been in a relationship

I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them

I get crushes easily  

I have had a crush on someone for over a year

I have been in a relationship for at least a year (verse dependent)

I have had feelings for a friend (verse dependent)

MY LIFE:

I have at least one person I consider a “best friend”

I live close to my school

My parents are still together

I have/had at least one sibling

I live in the United States

There is snow right now where I live

I have hung out with a friend in the past month

I have a smartphone

I have at least 15 CD’s

I share my room with someone

RANDOM SHIT:

I have break-danced

I know a person named Jamie

I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce

I have dyed my hair

I’m listening to one song on repeat right now

I have punched someone in the past week

I know someone who has gone to jail

I have broken a bone

I have eaten a waffle today

I know what I want to do with my life

I speak at least 2 languages

#ic #dash game

[orenonahaichigoda]

I had a rough day, and came to a realisation. I will say a bit about my own experience, and then, after having to lay the groundwork of explaining 400 things about Japan because American schools and media think the whole world is the US, Western Europe, and places to blow up, making explaining necessary, will tie it to Ichigo, or at least how I portray him.

I'm Post Dankai Juniors, growing up in Japan. So's Kubo, actually. The boundaries of this Japanese generation are roughly '75 to '85, Yutori, the following generation that's always translated and localised as Millennial, pretty solidly set as beginning at '86. These things are always fuzzy because you can't vivisect living brains and find the part that likes char siu buns and the part that likes jazz fusion. I *majored* in Social Science. You'll have teachers who say "it is absolute that we date people who are similar to us because we're all actually narcists." (It *might* be because they're like our beloved family or community. Narcistic Personality is not universal) But it really just is fuzzy, and that teacher/book author is an idiot. Anyway, Yutori is always translated as Millennial. I don't know the end boundary. Post Dankai Juniors covers almost totally a debated throe for Germanic nations (I know Britain, Germany, and Nederland use the same generations as America, and their languages are Germanic) because of how fuzzy it all is, though.

Anyway, so since coming to the US, my interactions with other Asians, again, how is this defined when China, Mongolia, Japan all border Russia and West Asia includes Jordan and Saudi Arabia, South Asia is India's area, Southeast Asia is Laos, Thailand's area, I mean, find the Arabic kanji. I don't think Thailand even uses soy sauce. What the heck IS Asia, really? (Or "Middle East" when half of that's Africa and the other half shares plate with Europe? )

Anyway, my experience with Asians that are Boomer ages tends to be people who immigrated as adults, who more identity with a generation like "Dankai" or "Sirake." My experiences with Latinos older than me... I've never actually asked if the generational labels are even the same.

The thing about that is that when the name is the same, it means enough cultural traits are shared.

My biggest experience with people who grew up under the term "Boomer" are Black and white.

I've noticed a unifying trait.

If they're something oppressed (Black, gay), their attitude tends to be"it is mandatory to stand up for *my* demograph...but kicking the person behind me on the ladder in the teeth is wholesome, pure, and fun."

Outing me to large groups and saying I "speak Asian" seem to be the most common two. Calling me "Chinese" long after I've cleared this up for them is a close third.

I mean, don't get me wrong--my experience with Italian Americans past GI generation has been that now acquiring the "white" label, just like biphobic/aphobic/transphobic cisgays, they're more often staunch priveledge defenders than cishet people of Anglo descent! And it's just as true for X and Y as it is for Boomer (for the latter, one need only look at NYC destroyer and trump defender Giuliani) I actually don't really identify with my Italian side at all because I was kinda locked out of making any meaningful connection.

But back to my point that even in so-leftist-it's-almost-not-America Bay Area, Boomers are still like this!

The kind of stuff that flows out a X/Y TERF's mouth, or the mouth of an X/Y person with a Confederate flag on his wall, American-raised Boomers say with ease regardless of their alignment! It's banananas.

(Please note that I also just have not met a whole lot of Native Americans, period, nor enough people significantly older than me from any one place in Africa, that was an omission of lacking data, not intended as erasure)

How I tie it to Ichigo--

So Kubo avoids specifying birth years for anyone.

When I see something like this, I generally assume date of publication, as do most people in most fandoms (which of course gets screwy when you have something endlessly rebooted like Superman or Batman or something eternally unchanging like Detective Conan)

Anyway, the first Bleach something published was the comic in '01.

I generally assume it was supposed to be the start of a new school year, as Ichigo doesn't know many of his classmates until at least the first test scores come out. So it's probably April or something.

If Ichigo was 15 then, he'd also be Post Dankai Juniors, just barely. If Ichigo TURNED 15 shortly after, during his adventure, he'd be undebatably Millennial.

Now, there is still something up with Dankai and Sirake. PM Abe is the latter, b. 1954. A lot of his age-peers are behind him. This is the guy who supports remilitarisation and was caught funding a private militarist/fascist high(?) school that teaches that people from countries Japan conquered during its brief phase of trying to beat colonial Europe are less than dogs.

Now, I left there as a teen. Clinton was US president. Scandals still got people kicked out of public office in Japan. I hadn't figured or come out yet. Sure, I got bullied for being mixed, but kids will pick if you like different singers than the "cool" ones. They'll pick based on what's in your lunch. That data is sausage.

I'm not 100% sure what Ichigo would face day-to-day sociopolitically as he grew up/aged. I haven't had living family since'95 there, and friendships don't get deep enough to ever last distance until at least high school. For me, adulthood.

But I've kept/caught up enough (you try keeping up in the South before the internet was more than ten University sites!) that I know he'd face fascists (c'mon, the guy takes on a martial law government to save a new friend--that's anarchist, he just doesn't seem anarchist in his own world. He only fights humans in defence) I'm not sure how he'd feel about the JSDF, but he only fought the sinigami's war out of feeling like it was his responsibility because the adults around him kinda made it so. I super don't see him being for *starting* wars. In a human war, I see him actually being like Sugihara Chiune, a historical figure who died when I was a kid who I majorly admire. He worked at a Japanese embassy in Nazi territory, and when the embassy was evacuated,he continued throwing passports to Jewish people to go to Japan from the train he was departing on,and is hidden from Americans in the same spirit that Martin Luther King is...pulled the teeth out of. (PS, speaking of,go Google Steven Kiyosi Kuromiya)

Also, Ichigo's whole schtick is defending those worse off than him. He's not someone I see defending Yamato Japanese priveledge. Heck, I could see him joining Uchinanchu efforts to get Parliament and the US base to leave them alone. I can easily see him sticking up for a Filipino domestic worker he met thirty seconds ago.

To this end, I think regardless of what he is, he'd have a large rub with Japan's equivalents of Boomers.

Not to mention that Abe supporters tend to be very sexist and queerphobic, which isn't even homegrown but imported from Américanisation. I mean, there were female warriors--assasins, which is what Yoruichi and Soi-Fon are styled after, and go look at some Ukiyoe, like Utagawa Kitamaro. Quite a few artists in the 200-ish years of the Edo period depicted life in the queer districts. I've also had people posit that Noh might've been a welcoming draw for trans people the same way drag was all over the US in the twentieth century and still is in rural areas, where there's less cisgay gatekeeping. But this isn't something I can reasonably research without access to plenty of older and not well known dusty documents, and lots of time, and I live in the US many years now. And do you know how much round trip airfare alone is!? Also, the language changed so much and I can't read anything before Meiji without dropping words. Rukia, Byakuya, Yoruichi all have made for TV old-sounding Japanese like period dramas. Actual 18th Century Japanese would be unintelligible to the unspecialised.

So this stuff isn't really native, but Abe and a lot of people his age support all these -isms.

I super don't see Ichigo being happy about this.

(I also feel like Issin's old enough to remember before these -isms, but that's my own thing. In my project, he was in those districts, but that's me)

At the same time, I'm still writing this through my own lens. Also, not still being there, I just don't have enough data on Yutori in adulthood, or the grown Yutori lens. Honestly, even most other immigrants I meet are older than that. Or older than that and their adorable three year old children. So I have no clue.

In the early 2000s, I got myself from the South to CA and began to reconnect, but began to is the key phrase. I can tell you right now that Abe is as much of a second phase of Nakasone as trump is of Nakasone's buddy Regean. But what shifted when, I can't say. I'm not entirely sure how Koizumi ran the ship, as it were. I know some things, but not enough to say.

But whenever things shifted however, and whichever year Ichigo was born, I just cannot imagine him being any more on board with current events than really anyone in my area not born between 1946-1964 and raised in America.

I feel like he'd probably be too tired or self-effacing to fight for himself, but he'd take on, loud and proud, any bigotry against *others.*

I...also can't really say I'm much different, except my joints are held together by the power of wishes, so I'm more like "get the victim to safety" than "give the attacker plenty of regret." So, I can only do anything in limited ways.

Ichigo is also entirely fuelled by the power of love. Lost his ability to protect and feels like his sinigami friends ditched him? Mondo depressed, however much he wants no one to notice--which most do a great job of ignoring! Everyone in his world turned against him for a guy who has attacked people close to him? Terrified, and murder can now be an answer. (Fullbring Arc)

I was going somewhere with that. I've forgotten, but I'll leave it.

But anyway, I feel like he really only comes close to fighting for himself when others are taken away from him in a way that's also wronging them.

So yeah, I super don't see him happy with current events or Sirake gen.

I'm not sure how much I see him fighting for himself as mixed panromantic grey-ace. I mean, we know he fights people who are about to punch his face in for his looks, but what else can you reasonably do at that point? Get your head bashed in? I'm not sure how much I see him fighting hateful words pointed at him versus resigning himself to "people are the worst." I mean, when he talks about being picked on, he kinda seems resigned, or at least like it's a fact, like shoes being for outside or something.

I guess I tied it to Ichigo a lot better than I thought!

But also, the struggle against people born just after the war is not just you, and not just America. It's a major problem.

And it's likely that Ichigo would agree.

#out of body #musings #baby boomers #generation x #millennials #Japanese generations #Japanese politics #queerphobia #colonialism #moritomo gakuen scandal #sugihara chiune #japanese history #yoruichi shihouin #edo period

[rukia-kuchiki-divided]

1ST RULE: tag muses you would like to know better. 2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true for your muse.

Tagged by: @bleachintothemultiverse

Tagging: @achaoticmultiverse @wild-pineapple-butt​ @ofstrawberriesanddeath​ @squadofsouls​ 

MUSE: Rukia Kuchiki FC: Rukia Kuchiki OCCUPATION: Shinigami, Lieutenant, Captain (depending on timeline) AGE: 150+ SEXUALITY: Bisexual  PRONOUNS:  She/Her

APPEARANCE:

I am 5'7" or taller

I wear glasses 

I have at least one tattoo

I have at least one piercing

I have blonde hair

I have brown hair

I have brown eyes

I have short hair

My abs are at least somewhat defined 

I have or have had braces

PERSONALITY:

I love meeting new people

People tell me that I’m funny

Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me

I enjoy physical challenges

I enjoy mental challenges

I’m playfully rude with people I know well

I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it

There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY:

I can sing well

I can play an instrument

I can do over 30 push-ups without stopping

I’m a fast runner

I can draw well (She says she can)

I have a good memory

I’m good at doing math in my head

I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute

I have beaten at least 15 people in arm wrestling

I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch

I know how to throw a proper punch

I know how to wield a variety of weapons

I can use magic proficiently (Kido)

HOBBIES:

I enjoy playing sports

I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else

I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else

I have learned a new song in the past week

I work out at least once a week

I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months

I have drawn something in the past month

I enjoy writing

I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES:

I have had my first kiss

I have had alcohol

I have scored the winning goal in a sports game

I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting

I have been at an overnight event 

I have been in a taxi

I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year

I have beaten a video game in one day

I have visited another country

I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIPS:

I’m in a relationship

I have a crush on a celebrity

I have a crush on someone I know

I have been in at least 3 relationships

I have never been in a relationship (depending on timeline and verse)

I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them

I get crushes easily  

I have had a crush on someone for over a year

I have been in a relationship for at least a year  (depending on timeline and verse)

I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE:

I have at least one person I consider a “best friend”

I live close to my school

My parents are still together

I have/had at least one sibling

I live in the United States

There is snow right now where I live

I have hung out with a friend in the past month

I have a smartphone

I have at least 15 CD’s

I share my room with someone

RANDOM SHIT:

I have break-danced

I know a person named Jamie

I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce

I have dyed my hair

I’m listening to one song on repeat right now

I have punched someone in the past week

I know someone who has gone to jail

I have broken a bone

I have eaten a waffle today

I know what I want to do with my life

I speak at least 2 languages

#rukiakuchikidivided #lol #muse fun

[darisu-chan]

Burning Desire

Welcome to the smut fic I was telling y’all about! 

So this shit isn’t as long on Tumblr... I think. Anyway, I was too lazy to separate it, and also I felt that if I were to cut it it’d lose something and you’d get mad (you’ll see why). So here’s the whole damn thing. It’s gonna have a sequel. Btw, this isn’t going on FF.net as usual because it violates the site’s regulations. But you’re gonna find it here. Also, first time writing major smut. It’s basically practice and it was fun to write. Feel free to give me pointers.

So, here it is! Hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Tired of their unfulfilling marriages, Ichigo and Rukia find solace in fantasies. But maybe those fantasies can actually become a reality.

WARNING: There are IH/RR scenes in here. Needless to say, it’s sorta canon compliant. Yes, I hated writing them but it was necessary. No, it’s not pretty. Feel free to skim through them. Sorry if you find the characters too OOC. Specially an Ichigo and Ori bit totally inspired by The Lust Arc. This is just a headcanon of mine of why their marriages wouldn’t work among other things. Again, sorry if this content bothers you in any way.

Also, trigger warning for violence and forced sex

As Renji pulled away from her, Rukia glared at the ceiling. Her husband didn’t notice, of course. He lay down next to her, a satisfied smile on his face. Rukia wished she could feel the same way, but the ache between her legs told her otherwise. Renji didn’t say anything else. In fact, he didn’t do anything else. Tired by their earlier activities, he closed his eyes and, in no time, he started snoring. She turned to look at him, this time directly glaring at him. The nerve of him! How could he sleep so soundly while she felt so uncomfortable? Huffing, she decided she was not getting any sleep until she took care of her needs. Standing up, she opened the shoji door of her room and exited. Tiptoeing so as to not wake her husband and daughter, Rukia went to the bathroom. Closing the door, she sat down, deciding to take care of the matter at hand. As her fingers moved, she let her mind wander.

Rukia had been innocent on her wedding day. She had no idea how many brides in the Soul Society actually had this achievement, but she could say that she had arrived virgin to the altar. It wasn’t because she thought having sexual relations before marriage was a sin, it’s just she had never given it any thought. Yes, she had touched herself before, bringing herself to unknown pleasures. But there is just so much you can do while living in the Kuchiki Manor. Rukia knew that, had the servants ever heard her, the other nobles would have never let her live it down. She had been single for most of her life too. Renji had been the only man she had courted. During those early days, after the war, they had found solace in each other at a spiritual level, talking in hushed whispers when the nightmares were too much. Soon, those late-night talks turned to holding hands to kissing, and before Rukia knew it, Renji had proposed. She had said yes without a second thought. And yet… he had never touched her inappropriately. He had restrained himself during every kiss. Rukia hadn’t known how to communicate she wanted more, for she had been incredibly inexperienced in relationships. She could have asked her friends, god knew that Rangiku would have given her more than enough information, but embarrassment had stopped her before she could ask.

She had been innocent on her wedding day. She had arrived to their shared room on her wedding night not being sure what to expect. Renji had remedied that. Like a dog in heat, he had pounced on her, stripping her of her beautiful kimono. In no time, she had been naked, completely at his mercy. He had covered her body with kisses, and his hands had fondled everywhere, yet, it hadn’t been enough to make her insane. Before Rukia could even say anything, his cock had made its way into her with enough force to rip her open. It had stung. And not in the good kind of way. It had been painful and uncomfortable. She hadn’t been able to enjoy herself. It had been soon over too. He had rolled over her, drenched in sweat. He had held her then. Gentle, as opposed to how he had been a few minutes before. Kissing her forehead, he had fallen asleep, leaving her wide awake and frustrated.

Rukia would like to say things got better as their marriage progressed, but she would be lying. In the eight years they had been married, their nights together always followed the same pattern. Her husband would go into their room feeling frisky. They would undress, and he would kiss and touch her everywhere except where she needed him to. Renji wouldn’t let her play. Whenever she tried to grab him or tease him, he would get mad. Then, when he deemed it was enough foreplay for the night, he’d push her on her back, open her legs, and slam himself into her. She was never wet enough or content enough. If Rukia wanted a change of pace, he’d put her on all fours, and fuck her from behind. She could never be on top. She figured it had probably something to do with his macho ego that wanted to be always in control. Renji never wanted to spice things up. For him, it was enough. For Rukia, it never was. He wanted to hear nothing of changing locations or trying other positions. They had what Rangiku would call “vanilla sex.” It got worse when she got pregnant. Renji didn’t even want to touch her out of fear of hurting their unborn child. Once Ichika was born, they got back to it, but now they were even more careful. They couldn’t moan loudly in case they woke their daughter. Morning activities were soon forgotten. As their little girl grew older, Rukia thought they’d find more time for themselves. It wasn’t the case. Renji considered anything outside of the norm unbefitting of someone of her status. All her ideas were ignored and their nights ended pretty much like this one, with Renji asleep and Rukia masturbating in the bathroom.

It was crude, to push her fingers inside of her while her husband and child slept. It was even worse when she found traces of his seed inside of her and she felt nothing but anger. Anger that he could release so easily while she couldn’t. Anger that they had to do what he wanted. Anger and exhaustion of having her needs ignored. Her anger opened a door she always tried to keep close. She let her mind wander to her forbidden fantasies. Images about her being pushed to a wall flashed in her mind. She moved her fingers faster. Rukia could see herself, being pushed against the wall of her office, a man’s lips tracing wet kisses on her jaw, cheeks, and neck. His lips moving lower and lower, until they reached their breasts. He would leave blazing red marks on all skin available. The thought made her insane. She pushed a finger inside. She saw him then. The man, getting tired of her clothes, ripping them off of her body, exposing her flesh to the cold. Rukia would follow suit, opening his robes to reveal a well-defined body underneath, tanned skin sparkling under the late evening sun. She would roam her hands all over his abs, descending until reaching the hem of his pants. Then, she would free him from the prison of his underwear, grabbing him in her hands. Her actions would elicit groans and moans from him. She would pick up the pace. “Rukia.” He would whisper huskily, breathlessly in her ear, lips licking and biting her breasts. Having had enough, he would put a finger in her core, teasing her. She pushed a second finger inside. She’d moan louder. He would pump her, making her wet enough to drip down. His slick fingers making their way into where she needed him most. And then, he would pull her legs apart, making his way into her, torturously slow. Her head would hit the wall, back arching until he was fully sheathed. She pushed a third finger. He would proceed to fuck her thoroughly. His hands on her ass, lips on her neck and breasts. Her legs would wrap around him. Her nails would dig themselves into his skin. Both moaning loudly. He would put a finger in her clit suddenly, driving her to the brink of insanity. Rukia would tug on his hair almost painfully, as she’d feel her release coming. She would orgasm hard, unabashedly. It wouldn’t be over. He would make sure she kept coming. His stamina would allow them to keep going. He would turn her around, taking her from behind, slamming fast inside. He would fondle her breasts, reciting her name like a prayer. She would come again. He would turn her around once more, cock going into her once more. Her head would roll on his chest, as she would keep moaning. When it was time for him to come, he’d slam his lips on hers, pulling her closer to his chest. The action would result in her final orgasm.

Rukia let herself slip into this fantasy. So what if the lips which kissed her, and the hands that touched her weren’t her husbands? So what if the man’s skin wasn’t covered in tattoos? So what if the hair she grabbed was shorter and lighter? Nothing mattered. Even less when her imagination and fingers combined gave her the most pleasure she had ever felt. She moaned loudly, almost screamed, not even bothering to cover her mouth. Let Renji find out for all she cared.

Once the high was over, Rukia found herself practically laying on her bathroom floor, hair disheveled, ragged breath, red breasts and wet all over.

She smiled in satisfaction.

With shaky legs, Rukia picked herself up. She tiptoed back to her room, putting a robe to cover her nakedness. As gently as possible, she laid down next to her husband, who was still snoring, oblivious to what she had just done. She covered herself with her sheets, and closed her eyes. Before drifting to sleep, Rukia couldn’t help but wish that fantasy of hers could, one day, become a reality.

Ichigo couldn’t sleep. He should feel tired after what had transpired between his wife and himself. In fact, Orihime was fast asleep next to him, snoring softly. If he had been any other husband, he would have smiled at the adorable scene, kissed her head, and gone to sleep, holding her tightly in his arms. He wasn’t that kind of husband, though. The image of his wife sleeping after being spent brought him nothing but guilt as it had done so for the past six years or so. A voice inside his head kept reminding he had done something wrong, keeping him awake. It surely didn’t help that his cock throbbed painfully, even after his earlier activities. Deciding he was not going to get sleep any time soon, he got up and got out of the room, tiptoeing until he reached the bathroom. Once there, he slumped on the toilet, hand reaching down his boxers.

Ichigo had never been sex-crazed or anything of the sort. Keigo fit more that description than he did. That didn’t change the fact that he was still a straight man with needs. He could appreciate a good-looking woman when he saw one. He, too, could admire their assets. Such images would often stir something deep within him, something he had tried hard to keep in line, lest he ended up becoming a pervert like his old man. But it couldn’t be helped when he was a teen. Filled with raging hormones, he’d lock his door and cover himself with his blankets. He was always careful. He wasn’t loud. He always kept tissues nearby to clean himself after ─if anyone dared ask, he would blame his allergies. Things changed, of course, when he became a Shinigami and had had to share his room, or be woken up at various times in the night. He had more important things to worry about than pleasuring himself. Or finding a sexual partner for that matter. Sometimes, Ichigo did wonder what it would feel like to have sex. The thought became more recurrent after being teased mercilessly by all the Shinigami women he met. Then, he would often submerge himself into a fantasy his mind had concocted. If asked, Ichigo would insist he wasn’t a pervert for having such thoughts, not when it felt oh so right. Not when there was a possibility they could become a reality.

They didn’t, and he went to college still a virgin.

There was only an instance in which Ichigo could admit he had acted depravedly. He had been almost 21 and in college, and, you guessed it, still a virgin. A frustrated 21 year old medicine student who hadn’t lost his V-card yet. ─Though, admittedly, he had been frustrated by reasons unrelated (and in one way totally related) to his virginity. He was as friendless as they come as well. Most of his friends had followed their own dreams and had gone to different universities, leaving him alone. Only Ishida had gone to medical school with him. But his friend was always so quiet, and, in all fairness, completely disinterested by things around him. Ishida was an excellent student, and no doubt would make an excellent doctor, but he just wasn’t passionate anymore. Ichigo could relate. After saving the world, there was nothing he had left to do. Gone were his days of glory and excitement. Gone were all his friends from other worlds. Gone was his best friend. And, the worst part, he still had several decades of his life to live. He had gone to medical school thinking that gave him the perfect opportunity to save people. He wasn’t passionate, though. Because that wasn’t his dream. His disinterest must have shown, as almost none of his classmates had approached him. He was lonely and sad and frustrated. So much that, when Keigo told him he was throwing a party, Ichigo didn’t even think about making up an excuse and agreed to go.

As it turned out, Keigo’s party was basically a bash. For some reason, Ichigo had never pegged him to be of the popular kind, not when in high school nobody had noticed him. College was another thing completely. He was extremely popular as seen by the amount of people that had gone to his party. He briefly wondered if most were Mizuiru’s friends, when he remembered both of his friends went to completely different universities. Everyone was utterly wasted too. Keigo had bought enormous amounts of booze, and it showed. The situation made Ichigo uncomfortable. He wasn’t used to being around so many people. And the drunk conversations around him were a painful reminder of a past life, of his Shinigami friends trying to get him pissed drunk when he had still been underage. As a result, he had stayed with his high school friends most of the time. Orihime, in particular, had remained close to him. Ishida had left early, claiming he had a headache, although Ichigo could tell something had bothered him. Chad hadn’t been there, for he was currently in Mexico, fighting a championship. Mizuiro had left them the first chance he got to hook up with an older-looking girl. Tatsuki had left them alone too. It was only Ichigo and his sweet friend. They had been drinking too. A lot. For there was pretty much nothing else to do. He gave a good look towards her. They had been sort-of-but-not-really dating for quite some time now. They rarely saw each other, mainly because he was studying and she was busy working. They had kissed a couple of times. He wouldn’t call her his girlfriend yet. Around them, bodies were moving. People were making out in the corner. Orihime suddenly said something. “Hasn’t it been a year already?” She blurted out, giggling. Memories crashed down on him of a ceremony and words he shouldn’t have uttered. He didn’t know what but something possessed him in that moment and he kissed her senseless. She was breathless. She tried to tell him something about their anniversary, but he wasn’t listening anymore. He devoured her mouth again and again. Until he got tired and craved more. Without saying goodbye to any of their friends, he grabbed her by the hand and led her to his apartment. Ichigo didn’t even wait one second pass after the door had closed. He pinned her to the wall and continued kissing her. Soon, their clothes had been thrown away and they were making out on his bed. He didn’t even let her breath or say something. Parting her legs, he had slammed himself into her. It wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t even loving. Ichigo let himself get lost in the moment. His thrusts were powerful and fast. If he had been more himself, he would have noticed they probably hurt, but right then, he hadn’t cared. Orihime had screamed, digging her nails into his skin. He flipped her on her back, and kept going. Even after she had been spent, he still had the energy to continue. He wasn’t sure when, but eventually they stopped and fell asleep. Next morning, Ichigo had been confused as to why Orihime and he were on bed together. Then he had noticed angry red marks all over her body, and the ugly bruises forming on her hips. He had felt disgusted with himself, even more so when she had smiled sweetly at him.

Their relationship shifted after that. Ichigo started calling her his girlfriend, because after what he had done, it was the least he could do to save her reputation. They had sex more times after that. He hadn’t been as into it as during their first time together, though. He had been sweeter and loving. He could see that, although it certainly warmed Orihime’s heart, she wasn’t completely satisfied. Then, their relationship changed again when, one day, she announced she was pregnant. What was Ichigo left to do? He had to take responsibility, and so, he proposed. They were married two months later in a simple ceremony. As he had no money, his father had bought them a house and was their main support while Ichigo finished his studies. Orihime’s pregnancy and the lack of time he had between studying and working helped him find excuses as to why he didn’t want to have sex with her as often as before or why he wasn’t being as rough as before. Kazui’s birth and the amount of time they had to give him gave Ichigo more than enough excuses to stop his wife’s sexual advances. It didn’t last forever. As their son grew, they had more free time, and Orihime definitely took advantage of that. He had no excuses left, and so, he had to give in. It wasn’t something he loved to do, and it showed in his prowess. Most, if not all, of their encounters ended in him feeling restless. It wasn’t the first time Ichigo had stood up and left the room only to masturbate.

It was crude, jerking off in his bathroom while his wife and child slept. He couldn’t help it though. Truth be told, Ichigo liked it rough. He just didn’t want it with Orihime. Why? The answer was simple: their first time wasn’t supposed to happen. He had, quite frankly, taking advantage of her in a moment of weakness due to his drunkenness and a sense of revenge. He had hurt her, and now he was unable to satisfy both his wife and himself. He still had needs, though. And so, he grabbed his cock firmly as he let himself submerge into a deep-rooted fantasy of his. Ichigo pictured himself in his childhood room. He imagined a woman pushing him on his bed, and then crawling into his lap to straddle him. The woman’s lips would trail down his jaw to his neck, leaving behind bright red marks. His hands would fondle her small breasts, and then descend to her ass, to grab it harshly. That would cause her to moan loudly in his ear. He’d take off her summer dress, admiring the flawless skin underneath. He jerked himself louder. He’d suck on her breasts and nipples, while her hands would unbutton his pants. They would quickly take off the rest of their clothes. Ichigo would take a moment to admire the beauty in front of him before crashing his lips into hers. He’d use one finger to pump inside her. His actions would make her mewl in pleasure. Her own hands wouldn’t be idle, having fun stroking his pulsing cock. His movements became faster. She’d push him on the bed again, straddling him to make their crotches touch. That would be it. He would grab her hips tightly and slam into her. She would scream his name. They wouldn’t stop. He moaned loudly, hips thrusting slightly, as he kept jacking off. Ichigo would keep pounding into her as she rode him, nails digging into his neck. His own would squeeze her butt cheeks, eliciting more sounds from her. He would fuck her hard enough to send her over the edge over and over. “Ichigo!” She would scream his name with each thrust. Ichigo would take the time to engrave her sounds into his memory. The way she would gasp when he rammed into her. The way she would taste and smell. The way she would look as she orgasmed on him. Once it was time, he would make sure to come inside of her, making her scream again.

Ichigo panted as his orgasm came and went. He wasn’t finished, however. His stamina could allow him to keep going, hours on end. He tried to feel guilty, he really did. But so what if the lips he kissed and the body he touched in his mind didn’t belong to his wife? So what if the woman’s skin was pale like the moon? So what if her breasts were smaller, and her hair darker? Nothing mattered anymore. Ichigo couldn’t care less. This was the only time he could be himself, pleasure himself accordingly. This fantasy was all he ever wanted. He bit his lip as he cleaned himself. He definitely could keep going, but it wouldn’t do if Orihime woke up and found him like this.

Once done, Ichigo stood with shaky legs and stared at himself in the mirror. He almost glowed.

He smiled softly.

He tiptoed back to his room. There, he found his discarded boxers and put them on, before laying down next to his wife, who was still ignoring, oblivious to what he had just done. He covered himself with his sheets, and closed his eyes. Before finally falling asleep, Ichigo let his mind wander one last time. Maybe that fantasy of his could, one day, become a reality.

“Are you ready?”

Renji’s voice got her out of her reverie. She turned to him and found both him and Ichika behind her. Her daughter was pouting, saying something that the gigai felt weird. Renji told her it would be fine if she didn’t use it. Rukia smiled at them and nodded. Together, they went out of Urahara’s Store and walked towards their destination. She would be a liar if she said she wasn’t nervous. How much time had passes since the last time she had set foot in Karakura? It felt like an eternity. If Renji had noticed, he hadn’t said, and for that she was grateful. They arrived and Rukia sucked in air. This was it. Renji knocked on the door and it soon opened.

“Yo!”

Rukia gasped. The sky cleared, sun shining down on them. She smiled.

“Hey!”

All was well again.

As they stopped yelling to each other, Ichigo couldn’t help but laugh. How long had it been since he had had a shouting match? It felt like an eternity. It was like going back in time, being 15 again. His companion giggled until she was out right laughing with him. It was ridiculous. It was ironic. It was beautiful. All sound around them stopped, and all of their friends and family turned to look at them, weird expressions on their faces. They stopped laughing and stared at them.

“Fight me like a man!” Ichika’s voice abruptly brought them all back to reality.

“No! I don’t want to be the villain anymore!” Kazui complained, crossing his arms.

“Pretty please?” The young girl said, batting her eyes, the ones that looked exactly like her mother’s, at the boy.

“Alright.” The boy said, almost sighing dramatically.

Ichigo chuckled. Some things never changed.

“Dear?” The mirth in his eyes disappeared as he observed the expression on his wife’s face.

“You sure you can handle this?” Rukia taunted him, pointing Sode No Shirayuki at him.

“Tch. As if I hadn’t gone against worst foes before.” Ichigo said, raising Zangetsu to imitate her stance.

“I’m just saying it’s been a while.” She said, smirking at him.

“I’m still in great shape.” He answered, feeling annoyed at her.

“If you say so.” She said dismissively.

“Oh, I’m gonna show you just how in great shape I am!” Ichigo exclaimed before he leapt at her.

Rukia used her zanpakutou to block the hit. She smirked. “My, someone’s excited~!” She said in that tone of voice Ichigo hated so much.

“Shut up!” He said and slashed again.

Their swords clashed together, the sound reverberating in the training room at the 13th Squad barracks. It was Ichigo’s turn to smirk at her. “How’s that, eh, Captain?”

“Not bad, Ichigo. Think you can do better?”

“You bet!”

They leapt again, swords clashing continuously. Each thrust was powerful and left them breathless. They weren’t even fighting to their full capacity, this was just a spar after all. It didn’t mean they weren’t serious about it, though. Rukia got out of the way, just in time to deflect Ichigo’s next blow. Using shunpo, she moved behind her opponent and hit him on the knees, making him fall down to the ground. She jumped and straddled him, Sode No Shirayuki’s blade frighteningly close to his neck.

“Do you yield?” Rukia whispered huskily into his ear.

“Like hell!” He exclaimed.

Grabbing her by the hips, Ichigo flipped her on her back. Rukia’s head hit the floor, as he pushed her down. He used his legs to keep her in place as he straddled her. He grabbed her hands and placed them on top of her head, making her drop her sword.

“Do you yield?” He murmured, his lips close to her mouth.

It was then when they noticed the situation they were currently in. They could feel how their bodies moved each time they breathed. The action made their chests rise and fall at the same time, completely pressed to each other. Their faces were so close that, should any of them lean forward, their lips would meet.

“Yay! You won, daddy!” Kazui’s cheers and claps brought them back to reality.

They quickly separated as Ichika complained that Ichigo had cheated and her mother should have won. With red cheeks, they dusted their clothes off, ignoring the fast beating of their hearts.

“Ichigo won fair and square. It was my fault for getting distracted.” Rukia explained, approaching her daughter.

“Though I admit I did cheat a little bit. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have won.” Ichigo said. “Rukia’s a captain, after all.”

She snorted. “And you’re the most famous hero we’ve ever had.”

Ichigo got flustered. “Yeah, well, I did what I had to.” He said, as he stared into her eyes.

“Mom!” Ichika’s voice distracted again.

Both jumped and then turned to look at their children.

“Yes, honey?”

“Why don’t we show Kazui and Kurosaki-san around?” The little girl said.

“Yes, dad, can we? Ichika was telling me about this lake!” The little boy said, grabbing his father’s sleeve.

Rukia smiled. “Yes, of course.”

The two adults walked at the same pace, watching their children run around. They each were smiling nostalgically.

“Bet you didn’t think it’d turn out this way when you asked me to spar.” Rukia commented, sitting down on a rock.

He chuckled. “I should’ve known Kazui would want to watch. He likes to listen to my stories, from back then, I mean.”

“Oh? So you tell him about the time I drew a moustache on you?” She asked, grinning.

“Yeah, and about the time you got your ass kicked by a normal human being!” He replied haughtily.

“In my defense, you were never a normal human.”

Ichigo scoffed. “You’re one to talk! Who draws such ugly rabbits?”

“Excuse me but my drawings are beautiful! Nii-sama thinks so too!” She yelled, enraged.

“Of course Byakuya would think so! His drawings suck too!”

“Don’t you dare insult nii-sama!”

They kept fighting, until their faces were close to each other. They stopped once they felt each other’s hot breath. Flushing, they took a step back, only to remember what had been going on. They started laughing, so hard that it made their stomachs ache.

“Jeez, I don’t remember the last time I laughed so hard!” Ichigo exclaimed, wiping away the happy tears that had formed in his eyes.

“I do. It was actually at your house!” Rukia answered.

They shared a laugh and then got distracted by the kids’ laughter. Kazui and Ichika were splashing around in the river, getting each other wet.

“Sometimes I get worried when Kazui asks me to tell him stories about my Shinigami years.” Ichigo suddenly said. “I worry that he’ll follow into my steps.”

“Would that be so bad?” Rukia asked, looking straight at him.

“I guess?” The man sighed. “It’s not that I regret it. In fact, those have been one of the happiest moments in my life. But… I’m worried he’s not going to be strong enough, that he’s…”

“Going to die?” Rukia answered for him.

“Yes.” He turned to look at his son. “He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t want to see him get hurt.” He whispered. “Aren’t you afraid too?” He asked her directly.

She observed her daughter. She snorted when Ichika fell on her butt while trying to run away from Kazui. “I love her.” She confessed. “More than life itself. If something bad happened to her, I think I’d want to die on the spot. But…”

“But?”

“I know the risks of being a Shinigami. I… I lost someone I deeply cared about while on the job. I’ve almost lost my life several times and I know it’s the same for every Shinigami. But… I don’t feel scared in those situations, because I know that, even if I died, I’d have done my job, protecting others, it’d be alright.” Rukia turned to look at Ichigo. “And that’s the same for you.”

“Yeah, but─”

“If your father had told you back in the day that he didn’t want you to be a Shinigami, what would you have said?” She interrupted him.

Ichigo chuckled. “I would’ve told him I didn’t care about his opinions, and I would’ve done what I wanted anyway.”

“Exactly.” Rukia smiled. “It’s the same for them.” She gestured towards the two children. “Of course I’m scared that my daughter one day will come back from a mission injured or worse. Of course sometimes that fear keeps me up at night. But I know that, if this is what she wants to do, she’s going to do it whether I like it or not. The only thing I can do for her is teach her all I know, in hopes it’ll give her the tools to become a better Shinigami than I am. To come back safely to me.”

He pondered what she told him for a minute, staring at the lake as the sun began to set. “I know what you mean. You’re completely right. I just… I’ve already lost too much. I don’t want to lose my son too because I couldn’t protect him.”

“Oh, Ichigo, you can’t live your life trying to protect everyone.” She said. “Just have faith that all your loved ones will come back to you. Death’s not the end, as you well know.”

Ichigo smiled. “It figures that I’m still not as strong as I believe I am. But don’t worry, I’ll become strong enough to let Kazui go and do what he has to do. Strong enough to trust him.” He said. Then, looking at his little boy, he added, “When he’s older, I mean.”

“Of course, wouldn’t have it any other way.”

In silence, they observed their children, chuckling once in a while at their antics. When the sun had finally set, they picked them up. Rukia opened the Senkaimon. Almost tearfully, Ichika said goodbye to her friend, who hugged her instantly. She smiled at the children, and then looked at her own friend.

“Guess this is goodbye.” She said, repeating the same lines she had told him long ago.

“Yeah, but just for a bit. I’ll come back for more training when you least expect it.” He answered.

“I’ll look forward to it.”

Ichigo nodded, but just before he crossed the gate, he turned to her once more. “Oh, and Rukia?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for earlier.” He said, flashing her his brightest smile.

“Anytime.”

With that, father and son crossed the gate, the doors closing after them. Rukia and her daughter watched them go, both having the same thoughts. Pulling Ichika’s hand, she started guiding them home. She had no doubt Ichigo was doing the same with Kazui. What she didn’t know was that, just like her, once they laid at night, they were both thinking about their sparring match and their bodies pressing together. It was something neither would be able to forget.

“Rukia?” Renji called her.

“Huh?” She said, focusing her gaze on her husband.

“You okay? You seem distracted.” He asked, clearly concerned.

She smiled softly. “Yeah, I am. Just thinking about paperwork.”

He groaned. “Ain’t it the worst?”

She chuckled. “So, what were you saying?”

Renji smirked. “Oh, I was just thinking that, y’know, since Ichika’s with your brother and all, we might wanna take the chance to spend some time together.” He said, his hand caressing her legs.

“Oh? Whatever do you mean, Renji?” Rukia said, amused.

“You know what I mean.” He said, voice laced with lust. Then, he pushed her on the bed, crawling on top of her.

Rukia moaned as he kissed her jaw and her neck. Soon, he pulled her for a deep kiss. He started undressing her, touching her as he kept on kissing her. She responded to his actions. She had been feeling needy, after all. However, she wanted to have fun of her own. She pushed Renji’s chest away so as to have the necessary room to flip him on his back. She straddled him, hands pushing him down.

“Rukia?” He called.

“Yeah?” Rukia practically moaned, rubbing herself on him.

“What are you doing?” He asked, arching a brow.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” She answered in a teasing tone. She rubbed on him again for good measure.

Though Renji groaned, his face looked puzzled. Grabbing her hips, he started pushing her off. “Come on, stop teasing me and lay down.”

Rukia frowned. “Why? Isn’t it more fun this way?”

He visibly sighed. “You know I like being on top.”

“And what if I like being on top too?” She argued.

“How do you know?” He grumbled.

“You mean, how do I know when you never let me do it?” She asked, sarcastically. Rukia, then, got off of him, and sat down on the bed.

“Rukia.” He whined. “You know it’s not like that.”

“Then how is it, Renji? I tried doing something sexy for a change, and you stopped me. Why don’t you want me to be on top?”

“It’s just… I feel more comfortable when I’m on top.” Renji said. “It feels better.”

She glared at him. “You don’t know. You wouldn’t know because you never let me try anything. It’s the same thing as when I asked you to slam me on the wall.”

“You know that’s dangerous! I don’t want to accidentally hurt you!” He said.

Rukia scoffed. “You weren’t worried about that when you slammed me on that lamppost and tried to choke me.”

Renji’s jaw dropped. He quickly recovered, glaring at her too. “That’s not fair, Rukia. Not fucking fair.”

“Why not?”

“That was a long time ago!” He yelled. “I’m not that man anymore!”

“Well, maybe I’m not that woman anymore either!” She exclaimed.

He laughed mirthlessly. “No? ‘Cause you’re acting right now like you did that night. Pushing me away for nothing. Is it because of Ichigo too?” He said suggestively.

Rukia hissed. “Get. Out.”

“Rukia!”

“I said get out!” She screamed, hitting him with a pillow. “You can’t expect me to want you here after that!”

“But─!”

“Enough!” Rukia yelled. “Just go, Renji!”

“Fine.” He growled. He took his clothes and then left the room, eventually leaving the house too.

Once she was alone, tears started streaming down her face. She wrapped her arms around her naked body, feeling vulnerable. As she sobbed, she pictured a better life. A life were her husband would let her experiment her sexuality. A life were her husband wasn’t jealous or unfair. A life were she felt loved. With these thoughts, Rukia fell asleep, not without imagining the man from her fantasies. He certainly wouldn’t have treated her like that.

Next morning, Renji came hope with a huge bouquet, Ichika trailing behind him. Rukia had no choice but to accept him back.

That didn’t stop her from fantasizing at night, though.

“Ichigo!” Orihime called him, a giggle spilling from her lips.

Ichigo opened his bedroom’s door to find her dressed in a baby doll. Any other man would have pounced on his wife. But he wasn’t that type of man. He closed the door behind him and then looked at her. “Orihime? What are you doing?” He asked.

She giggled. “What do you think I’m doing, silly?” She said. Then, she stood up, walking towards him. “Since Kazui’s at your father’s, I thought we could have some fun.” She said, her finger tracing a pattern on his chest.

Mentally, he sighed. He knew where this was going and he didn’t want to go through with it. Still, he didn’t want her to feel sad. Mustering a smile, he said. “Oh? I was thinking the same.”

Ichigo kissed her, slowly, softly. Orihime giggled and then pushed him on the bed. Crawling on top of him, she started trailing kisses down his jaw and neck. She, then, helped him undress, her mouth still doing all sorts of things. Ichigo simply held her, not being in the mood to do anything else. Once they were naked, she straddled him, burying him into her. “Oh, Ichigo.” She mewled, rocking her hips. Having no choice, Ichigo started doing the same. “Harder.” She moaned, but he didn’t do anything. “Ichigo, harder.” She commanded, but Ichigo shook his head. “No, like this.” Orihime pouted, stopping her movements. “Why not?”

Ichigo sighed. “I don’t like it.” He simply said, shrugging.

“Lies.” She whispered.

“I’m sorry?” He said, not quite sure he had heard her right.

“Lies! You’re a liar, Ichigo!” She said. Then she stood up. “I know you like it rough! Remember our first night?”

That got him angry. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He growled.

“Of course I know! I remember!” She yelled. “What happened to that Ichigo? You used to be so passionate! What happened to you?”

He glared at her. “I repeat. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Is it because you think I’m fragile? I’m not going to break! I’m stronger than I look!”

“It’s not that.” He said.

“Then what is it?!” Orihime screamed.

“You really want to know?” Ichigo hissed.

“Yes!”

“Fine! Yeah! I like it rough! I just don’t like it with you!” He shouted before he was able to stop himself.

She gasped. Tears started rolling down his face. “What?” She whispered.

“Shit. Orihime. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that!” He started apologizing, standing up to reach her.

She shook her head. “I don’t want to hear it!”

“Ori─!”

“Just stop, Ichigo!” She yelled.

Defeated, he picked up his boxers and walked out the door. He went to his couch, deciding to sleep there for the time being. He had done it. He had made his wife cry. He had sworn he’d never be that type of man, but here he was. Ichigo couldn’t help it. It was the truth. That night, their first night, he had used Orihime to forget his own pains. He had let out the dark side of him. One he didn’t want her to know. Because, no matter what she said, Ichigo knew she wouldn’t like it. She had rejected him before, after all. Slapping a hand on his face, he couldn’t help but think that a certain someone wouldn’t have rejected him. That he could show that side of him to that person.

Tomorrow, he’d buy Orihime sunflowers and apologize. He would take her out on a date. Even be rougher next time they did it. But, for tonight, he’d let his thoughts wander to that other person. The only one he could be himself with.

“Harder, Ichigo!” Rukia’s scream filled him with the power to keep going. “Oh, yeah, just like that!” She exclaimed.

Ichigo groaned, preparing for the next thrust. “Better?”

“Yeah!” She yelled, meeting him mid-thrust.

“Jeez, Rukia, be more careful!” He complained.

“What? Scared of a little fun?” She taunted him.

“No!” He yelled. “I’m scared of you poking my eye out!” He said, dodging her second blow.

Rukia smirked. “My, my, so the great Kurosaki Ichigo is scared of little old me?”

“I’m not afraid!” He shouted, trying to hit her with his sword. “But you got that right about being little and old.”

“What?!” She yelled, pissed off. “Oh, you’re so dead!”

Today they were sparring again. It had become a little tradition of theirs. Every once in a while, Ichigo made the time to go to Soul Society to train with Rukia. Whenever he came, Rukia cleared her schedule for the whole day. If their spouses opposed the idea, they never said anything.

Ichigo, who had lost great part of his abilities, had regained them with her help. He was almost as strong as he had once been. If he kept this up, she had no doubt he’d be even stronger. As for Rukia, sparring ironically helped her relax from her life. Things had not precisely been going well with Renji, and Ichika was starting to notice. She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t have anyone to talk about it, either. Nii-sama was out of the question. And her other friends weren’t married, so probably their advice wouldn’t be as useful.

When they had finished sparring, Rukia turned to look at Ichigo. Once upon a time, they had been able to communicate without speaking. Somehow, with just one look they knew what the other was feeling. Occasionally, they would have deep heart-to-hearts. Those conversations always ended in a positive note. They always knew how to cheer the other up.

“If you have something on your mind, say it.” Ichigo said, having noticed Rukia’s trouble look.

She shook her head. “You always know when something’s going on.”

He nodded. “Well, yeah, I know you better than I know myself.”

That admission filled her with warmth. Not that she’d ever tell him.

“Ichigo.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you ever wish you could go back in time?” Rukia whispered.

“What do you mean?” He asked her.

“Like… what if you made a decision which seemed right at the time, but it really wasn’t. And now that you know it’s not, do you ever want to go back in time and stop yourself from making that decision?” She explained.

Ichigo remained silent. Then he nodded. “Yeah, sometimes. Some days more than others.” They grew silent again. “I’m not sure if I’d go back, given the chance.” He said at last.

She blinked. “I’m not sure I understand.”

“Look at it this way, the only reason we know that wasn’t the right choice was because we made it in the first place. We have learned from our mistakes. If we could take it all back, we wouldn’t learn anything.” He said. “I’d rather make mistakes than not learn anything.”

Rukia found herself nodding at his words. “That’s surprisingly insightful and mature.”

Ichigo chuckled. “I have my moments.”

They went quiet again, each deep in thought.

“I don’t want to regret anything.” Rukia said suddenly.

Her friend smiled softly at her. “Then don’t.” He mulled over his words before adding, “There are things I regret, though I try not to. Some of those choices brought me happiness I wouldn’t trade for anything in the world.”

She bit her lip. “What if there’s memories I’d trade for something?”

Ichigo sighed. “Then you must make a choice. It might not be too late to get what you want.”

She felt like crying. “Oh, but I know it is. It’s much too late.” Ten years too late. Her mind added.

Ichigo gently patted her head. “It’s never too late. I’m sure you’ll get what you want.” He said, smiling down at her.

She smiled back. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.” He said, his fingers lingering on her hair. “You know you’re my best friend, right?”

Rukia nodded. “And you’re mine.”

Ichigo smiled and then smirked. “What do you say if we go again? I’m sure I’m gonna beat you in less than ten minutes!”

“Oh, you wish! Bring it on!”

Rukia moaned, loudly. She was currently in her tub, enjoying some time for herself for a change. Ichika was with Byakuya, and Renji was on a short mission. It was perfect. She used her newfound free time wisely. She cleaned. Did her laundry. Ate whatever she wanted for dinner. She even sang out loud some of the songs she had learned in the world of the living. But at night, she prepared everything. She prepared her bath. She put scented candles around her tub. She put sake in a cup, and then dipped into the water. It was hot. It felt incredibly around her aching body.

As expected, her marriage with Renji hadn’t gone back to normal. Their sexual encounters were almost non-existent now. It wasn’t something she could say she was sad about. Not when her fingers were much more gratifying. The moan that slipped past her lips reminded her why. And that fantasy that she had kept replaying in her mind non-stop. In fact, she just kept expanding it. Different encounters, different positions with the same man. All having the same outcome: indescribable pleasure. If only they were real…

She had been serious the other day when she had asked Ichigo if he would change anything about his life. She certainly would change several things about hers. It wasn’t her fault. She had been younger, more foolish. She was much wiser now. Rukia knew what she wanted, and it wasn’t necessarily something that she would be able to get from her current life, from her husband. She knew she was lucky, though. Not everyone had the position she now held as captain of the Gotei 13. Not everyone could say that they had a family. Or friends. In reality, she should have been satisfied. She wasn’t. Rukia craved much more than mundane commodity. She longed for those days filled with excitement. She wished to go back to the time she was able to experience all life had to offer, which death had robbed her. It wasn’t the experience only. Rukia also desperately missed the company she had had, which she had now lost. If she hadn’t, where would she be now? Probably by that person’s side, like she had always been from the moment they had met.

Rukia moaned more audibly this time. She had almost screamed. Well, since she had no company, she figured she could be as loud as she wanted. With this in mind, she inserted one finger inside, gasping from the pleasure she felt. Her other hand played with her breasts as she imagined another person doing it. The person she craved for. His big, rough hands, squeezing her breasts. His hot lips, sucking her skin. His abs under her hands. His short, orange hair. His deep eyes, staring straight into hers as he slammed into her. His member, hard and long, buried inside of her. She screamed, letting herself get lost into this fantasy.

What wouldn’t she give to make this dream a reality?

She kept at it, even after her skin had pruned. Each time, she screamed one single name.

“Ichigo!”

Ichigo woke up with a start. He was sweating all over, and he felt as if a fire was growing in his belly. Turning around, he realized Orihime was nowhere to be found. She was probably already up and about. She was always an early riser. He groaned, burying his head on his pillow. It was that dream again. Every night he got the same dream. It was driving him insane. If he closed his eyes, Ichigo could still hear her sounds and feel her warmth. It was agonizing.

He got up and went through his day as usual. He had breakfast with his family, before dropping Kazui off at his school. Next, he headed to his father’s clinic, where his old man greeted him with a kick like in old times. The day went by slowly, some clients here and there, but for the most part in complete silence. Then, he returned home, where Orihime had dinner ready for him. He ate, watched a cartoon with Kazui, and put him to bed after it was over. At 10 pm sharp, Orihime and he went to sleep. But, Ichigo couldn’t sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, images from his dream flashed in his head. Getting up, he went to the bathroom to take care of his problem.

It wasn’t his fault. Really, it wasn’t. He wasn’t sure why his subconscious would play out his recurrent fantasy like a broken record every night. Worst part was, he enjoyed it, every damned second of it. Ichigo grunted as his hand moved up and down. How many more nights would he have to go to the bathroom to take care of this? His conversation with Rukia suddenly crossed his mind. He hadn’t exactly lied to her, but he hadn’t been truthful either. There were decisions he had made that he wished to change. There were also happy moments he would trade for his ultimate wish: another life. When at work, it wasn’t hard for him to envision a better life. Ichigo often toyed with the idea of being a full-time Shinigami, a dream he had pushed aside in his youth. It could be a far more exciting life, to be sure. Adventures every day. All the power he needed to protect others in his fingertips. It’d sure come with a lot of benefits, including the person that would accompany him in that life. That person who, if he was being honest, had never left his mind. The same person he longed for. Fantasized about, daily.

Ichigo sped up his actions. He needed to finish fast. It wouldn’t be too hard when his mind kept conjuring those images. Her luscious lips. Her long, dark hair. Her soft skin. Her tantalizing hips moving against his own. Her hands on his hair. Her mouth moaning his name. Her breasts pressed against his chest. Her core, wet and hot, tight around his cock. It was too much. He came, his seed falling on the floor in spurts. Only one name left his lips when it was over.

“Rukia.”

Another normal, boring day. Rukia thought as she made her way home. Definitely all excitement had died down after the war. She briefly wondered if the rest of her friends felt that way. She knew someone who did, though. Pushing those thoughts aside, she sped her pace. She arrived at her house, plastering a fake smile like she had found herself doing more often than not.

“Welcome!” Renji said, grinning down at her.

Rukia greeted him back, stepping inside. She took off her haori, and then looked around. “Where’s Ichika?”

“Oh, Captain Kuchiki invited her over for tea time. She’s staying over for the night.” He said, still smiling.

She nodded. Though she thought the situation was fishy, she said nothing. She hung her haori in her closet, and then changed into a lighter yukata. She went to the kitchen only to find Renji had already made them dinner.

“What’s the occasion?” She asked.

“What? Can’t a man pamper his wife?”

Rukia didn’t say anything else. She didn’t need to. Together, they ate dinner. It wasn’t as great as it could have been, but she had to give it to Renji for trying. Then, they chatted about their day. It was almost normal. As it had been before that argument that they had had. There was something which bothered her, though. Renji’s intense stares had her on edge. It took everything in her power to stop herself from actively flinching.

After dinner, they drank sake quietly on their porch. It was a nice summer night. Then, Renji suggested they go back inside, where he led her to their room. Their bed was covered in rose petals, which hadn’t been before.

“Renji. What’s this?” She asked, breathlessly observing her room.

“I figured it was time to be romantic.” He said sheepishly, and then he held her hands. “Look, I know we’ve had our differences in the past, but I really want to make this work.” He said earnestly. “And I found a way to get everything back in order.”

Rukia raised an eyebrow. “You did?”

Renji nodded and then grinned. “We haven’t spent enough time together. We need more intimacy. And I also realized when we had gone wrong. We started growing apart after Ichika started school, so…”

Fearing where this was going, she tried to stop him. “Ren─”

“That’s when it hit me.” He kept talking, completely ignoring her. “Our lives revolve so much around Ichika that we need a way to rekindle our relationship. We need more intimacy! More time together! And, I also think, that we probably need something to distract Ichika with. Or rather someone. She won’t need much attention if she’s no longer an only child!”

She paled. “Renji.”

“I know what you’re thinking, and don’t worry! It doesn’t have to be right now. But, we should probably start practicing, huh?” He said, pulling Rukia closer by her hips. “We’re alone after all.”

“Renji.” Rukia said firmly, using her hands to push him away.

“Yeah?” His face fell.

“I don’t want another baby.” She answered.

“What?” He whispered.

“I don’t want another baby. I think our family’s already fine the way it is.” Rukia said. “As a captain, I can’t really afford to be out of commission for long. It was fine when Ichika was born because I was still a lieutenant, but things are different now.”

“Things are different because you’re a captain?” He asked ironically. “Or maybe it’s something else.”

“What do you mean?” She asked, crossing her arms.

Renji laughed. “Don’t take me for a fool. I’ve seen what has been going on for ages now. You say you don’t want a baby, but it’s not that you don’t want another child, it’s just you don’t want me to be the father!”

“That’s not true!” She exclaimed.

“It’s not? Then why do you always back away from sex? Or even just spending time with me in general?!”

“Ren─”

“While you keep spending time with Ichigo!” He finally yelled, furious.

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb! Ever since you saw him in Karakura, you’ve been different! Slowly, you’ve been pushing me away! What’s worse is that you don’t see a problem in spending time with Ichigo! You encourage it, in fact! And don’t think I haven’t heard you when you slip to the bathroom! You don’t want sex with me, but have no problem touching yourself like a slut!”

“Stop!” She yelled, but was ignored, as Renji kept shouting.

“And Ichigo! I’ve seen you two, Rukia! I’ve seen the way you’re all over each other during your ‘sparring sessions.’ You probably wouldn’t mind having sex with him, huh?! Having his baby?! Hey, maybe you have! For all I know ‘training’ it’s just code for fucking! You’re his little whore, aren’t you, Rukia?”

“Shut the hell up!” She screamed as she slapped him. “You have no idea about anything, Renji! You think you can blame Ichigo for everything, but you’ve had your share in this situation! We’d been doing badly for years before I even saw Ichigo again! You’ve tried to control every little thing about me since we got married! You don’t want me out in bars with Rangiku-san! You don’t want me wearing revealing clothes! You want me to be your perfect little wife! You don’t even care about my needs!” Years of frustration kept coming out of her mouth, and she was unable to stop them. “And about sex, you’ve only ever cared about what you want, about your needs! I’ve never been able to come with you because you never take the time to pleasure me! You think that just by having your dick inside is enough?! Well, you’re wrong!”

“Ru─”

“And no matter how many times you’re on top when you fuck me, that won’t ever make you a greater man! It makes you a lesser man, in fact!”

“Now, hold─”

“And you’re damn right when you say I prefer Ichigo! He would never treat me like this and you know it!”

After those words escaped her lips, they both suddenly grew quiet. Then, Renji laughed. It was a loud, painful laugh.

“I want to say I’m surprised, but I’m not. It’s always been him, hasn’t it?”

Rukia didn’t answer. She merely crossed her arms around her body.

“I’m a fucking idiot. I should’ve known…” He kept muttering, more to himself than to his wife.

“Renji.” She called him, abruptly.

“Yes?”

“It’s over.”

Ichigo came back from the store feeling tired. Today had been a hectic day at the clinic. He wanted nothing more than to come home and pass out, but Orihime called him saying they were out of milk. Naturally, he had had to go to the store, which was a block away from home. He normally wouldn’t have minded, but he was exhausted and had a headache, and the cold was definitely not making it any better.

“I’m home.” He announced, entering his house. He, then, went straight to the kitchen and put the milk in the fridge. “Orihime?”

“In here~!” His wife called out from the room.

He walked to his room only to find his wife naked on their bed.

She smiled coyly when she saw him. “Dear, welcome back. I know you’ve been working hard, and this is your prize.”

Ichigo gulped and not out of excitement. This wasn’t the first time she had pulled such a stunt to get him into bed, and every time he found it even more difficult to step away without hurting her feelings.

“Where’s Kazui?” He croaked out, attempting to distract her.

She giggled. “He’s with Yuzu-chan and Karin-chan for the night. We have all the time in the world for ourselves.”

“Ah.” He nodded lamely, not knowing what else to say.

“Now, come here! I’ve been waiting for you.” Orihime said, standing up.

“Ah, about that.” Ichigo started saying, scratching the back of his head.

“What?” The woman frowned.

“Listen, Orihime. I’m tired and my head kinda hurts, so maybe we should postpone… this.” He gestured between them.

Normally, his sweet wife would have nodded and tried to help him out, but not today. Her frown deepened as she glared at him. “Again? You’ve had headaches for about three months now.”

He laughed awkwardly. “Well, it’s been a tough few months with the clients and all.”

“There are no clients.” Orihime said matter-of-factly.

“I’m sorry?”

“There are no clients. At least not enough! I’ve seen our shared bank account. You’re barely making money, and yet you say you work a lot.” She said as she started putting on her discarded clothes.

It was Ichigo’s turn to glare. “First of all, I’ve had a lot of clients. The problem’s I don’t like charging people in need a lot of money.”

“What about our money?”

“Well, I’m sorry that not all of us work at Karakura General Hospital!”

“You now that, if you wanted, Ishida-kun could get you a spot there.” She grumbled.

“Well I don’t want to!” He retorted, crossing his arms haughtily.

“And when it’s not ‘work’, you’re tired for one reason or another.” Orihime kept complaining. “You never want to be with me anymore! And yet…”

“What?” Ichigo frowned when she didn’t say anything else.

“Yet you have the time to visit Kuchiki-san!” She shouted. “Do you like her more than me?”

“It’s not like that.” He replied.

“It’s not? Then why do you always talk about her? Why do you spend your free time with her?” Orihime kept saying. “You never want to do things with me anymore. You don’t tell me about your day. And you don’t want to make love to me anymore!”

Ichigo sighed. “I’ve been tired, that’s all.”

“That’s your excuse for everything!” She screeched. “Every time you try to stop us from having sex you say you’re tired. Then I hear you in the bathroom touching yourself!”

He didn’t say anything. There was no use in defending himself when all she said was true.

“What’s wrong with me? How can we make this marriage work if you don’t wanna be with me? How are we supposed to have a baby?!”

Ichigo choked. “B-baby?” He stammered.

“Yeah. I want to have another baby, don’t you?” Orihime said, wide-eyed.

“No… I don’t.” Ichigo answered honestly.

“What? I thought you wanted a big family!” She exclaimed, recalling their early days as a couple.

“Not anymore.” He shook his head. “There’s a lot going on right now.”

“But I want another baby!” She said. “What about what I want?”

“And what about what I want!” Ichigo exclaimed. “You’re always talking about how I should be with you every hour of every day, and having sex even when I’m not up to it. What about me? Why do I have to do everything you want while you never stop to ask what I want, how I feel?” He said. “I’ve been… I’ve been just so lost. I’m unhappy at work. I’ve been second guessing everything! The only time I feel alive is when I’m training, and you want to take that away from me too!”

“Is that it?” Orihime whispered. “Does Kuchiki-san make you feel alive? Is that what you’re saying?”

“Don’t go putting words into my mouth! I never said that!”

“But you said you feel alive while training! And you train with her!” She accused him. “What’s going on with her, Ichigo?”

“Nothing! Nothing’s going on!” He denied everything.

“Lies! You’re such a liar! I know something’s going on!” Then she sobbed. “Are we never going to get rid of her?”

“What do you mean?” He asked, suddenly on edge.

“It’s her! It’s always Kuchiki-san! Since we were teens! You never gave me the time of the day when you were with her! And when she married Abarai-kun I thought you had finally moved on, and that you’d finally see me! But every time you fall back into her trap!”

“That’s not true!”

“Face the facts, Ichigo! She’s got you wrapped around her finger! She doesn’t care about you! She’s just using you!”

“How dare you!” Ichigo exclaimed. “How dare you fucking talk about Rukia like that! She cares about me!”

“And what about me? She might care about you, but I love you! I’ve always loved you!” Orihime cried. “I have been here every time you were in trouble or sad! God, I even went with you to save her! I’m the one who understands you! I’m the one who truly loves you!”

Ichigo shook his head. “You haven’t.”

“I’m sorry?”

“You haven’t been there every time I got into trouble, or every time I felt sad. Fuck, you didn’t even care when I lost my powers!” He yelled.

“I did!”

“No, you didn’t! You didn’t care enough! In fact, when I stopped being a Shinigami the second time around you were happy! You told me as much! That you didn’t want me to fight anymore!”

“Is caring about your well-being so bad?! I don’t want you to get killed!” Orihime exclaimed.

“But fighting is what makes me feel alive! What use is there for not dying when I don’t even feel alive?!” He shouted. “And you don’t get that! But Rukia does! That’s the difference!”

“What? So you prefer Kuchiki-san, is that what you’re saying?” Orihime asked him.

“Yes!” Ichigo answered without thinking things through.

“Get out.” She whispered.

“What?”

“Get out! If Kuchiki-san is so great, then go with her! See if I care!” She hissed. “Just remember she’s not your wife! Nor the mother of your child! She’ll never love you like I do!”

Ichigo grumbled. “Then maybe that’s a good thing! Her love won’t suffocate me!” He yelled before leaving his room.

He walked away, not once looking back. Once outside, he ran, ran, ran. Ichigo wasn’t sure where he was going until he arrived to his destination. The cemetery. Of course. He always came to his mother when he had problems. If he hadn’t felt so awful, he would’ve smiled. He walked calmly, not bothering to run away, until he reached her grave. There, in front of him, rested his mother.

“I messed up.” He choked out. “I messed up so badly I’m not sure even you’d forgive me.” Now that he had calmed down, Ichigo was filled with guilt. In truth, Orihime had been right to call him out. She was trying to make their marriage work. But he was not up to it anymore. Not when he knew her real feelings about his best friend. Or the fact they wanted different things in life.

He was about to say something else when he heard sniffling. Frowning, he looked around until he stopped her. Of course. She was hiding behind some trees, but he could still see her, feel her. “Rukia.” Ichigo called her.

She turned to look at him, like a deer caught in the headlights. “Ichigo.” She whispered, then, she ran to him until they were standing side by side. Her cheeks were wet with tears, and her eyes looked dead.

He didn’t say anything, he just grabbed her and hugged her. She broke down, burying her face in his chest.

“We messed up.” He whispered into the wind.

They stayed there until they had calmed down. Then, they both left, each to their own houses, to their own problems.

The swords clashed more forcefully than they probably should have. Both fighters pulled back, sweating and panting from the exertion. With a yell, they went at it again, pushing their opponent forward. They repeated the same action several times. Frustration oozed from their bodies. No one had the upper hand. No one was winning. Minutes later, they pulled back, letting their weapons fall to the ground. Tired, they soon joined their swords.

A few seconds of silence passed. Their heavy breathing was the only sound in the room.

“You… went… really hard… at it.” Rukia eventually said, still panting.

“Che. You’re one to talk.” Ichigo said, his breathing already evening. “I thought I’d lose my head several times.”

She smiled sheepishly. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t worry. I get it.” He reassured her.

Silently, they got up, reaching for their water bottles. As they drank, they sat side by side, shoulders almost touching.

“How’s it been going?” Ichigo suddenly asked. “With Renji, I mean.”

Rukia stared intently at her hands. “I don’t know… He moved out that same day. I haven’t really seen him since.”

Her friend frowned. “Oh.”

“Yeah…”

“So what are you going to do?”

“I talked to nii-sama about it.” She answered. “After explaining what went down, he thinks it is better if we do not get back together.”

Ichigo nodded. He hadn’t needed for Rukia to explain everything to him. He knew how terrible the situation actually was from seeing her that day. “Sounds reasonable.”

“Yes.” She said, playing with her fingers. “I’ve already petitioned for a divorce.” She admitted.

“That’s… a really big step. Are you sure?”

Rukia stared directly at his eyes. “Ironically, I have less doubts right now than when I married him.”

Ichigo tried to smile comfortingly. “Then, it’s for the best. I support you.”

She smiled back. “Thank you.”

“But… what about Ichika?”

Rukia’s smile disappeared. She sighed loudly. “Of course, she didn’t really understand why her father was gone when she came back. I think she thought it’d be temporary. But when I told her I wanted to divorce Renji, she… snapped. Ichika has her father’s temper. She grew angry thinking it had been my fault.”

“It wasn’t your fault.” Ichigo said.

Rukia shook her head. “I know I’m at fault too. Maybe I’m even guiltier about our crumbling marriage. I stopped trying long ago.”

“I understand the feeling.” He said.

“I take it you and Orihime are not getting back together?” She asked him.

“Nope.” He shrugged.

“Care to elaborate?”

“It’s just… after the fight we had, after the things we said, there was honestly no turning back. I don’t really want to stay married to her, and I honestly think it’s best for Orihime too.” He explained. “When you start a relationship for the wrong reasons, it’s bound to crumble.”

“And you started yours for wrong reasons?” Rukia asked, intrigued.

“All kinds of them.” Ichigo said sarcastically. “You didn’t?”

“Never really thought about it.” She said. “In hindsight… yeah, maybe.”

“Kazui worries me, though.” He admitted. “He’s been asking when I’m coming back home. I’m not even sure what Orihime has told him, but he’s definitely unaware I already filed for divorce.”

“You need to tell him soon.”

“I also need to tell him I’m not even planning on staying in Karakura.” Ichigo blurted out.

“What?” Rukia asked, shocked. “You’re moving?”

Ichigo scratched the back of his head. “Well, one of the reasons why my marriage wasn’t working was that I’m not happy being a doctor in my father’s clinic. I’ve always wanted to do something else. Be somewhere else. I feel like I’ve been static for way too long.” He paused, sipping water. “I… actually, it’s gonna sound insane to you, probably, but I really want to be a Shinigami again. Full-time.”

She just looked at him. “Even if it’s dangerous and you might die and leave your son?”

He chuckled. “I already feel dead most of the time. Without doing something I’m fully committed to, I don’t think I’ll be able to feel alive. I owe Kazui my own mental well-being to be a good dad. And, let’s face it, being a Shinigami is something I’ve always wanted to do, but didn’t have the courage after the war.”

“It, honestly, always surprised me you stopped with your Shinigami duties.” Rukia told him. “I thought that you… that you’d come back, here, for real.”

Ichigo nodded. “I was scared of Yhwach’s threat. Of doing something that’d make me happy. And then…” He sighed. “And then something happened that made me want to stay as far away as possible from here.”

She wetted her lips, her mouth suddenly feeling dry. She laughed awkwardly. “Well, if you have your mind set on this, then I support you. I’ll write a letter of recommendation to Kyouraku-taichou for you, not that you need it, of course. And… if you’re lucky, you’ll get a post in my squad.” She added, nudging him with her elbow.

“Thank you, Rukia. There’s nothing I’d want more.” He said, honestly, his deep eyes boring into hers.

They gazed into each other’s eyes, getting lost in the moment. Neither knew who leaned in first, but, in the blink of an eye, they were kissing. It was a passionate kiss, full of raw emotions they’d never dare to speak out loud. Ichigo’s hands gently caressed her cheeks, keeping her close. Rukia grabbed his neck, holding him for dear life. They pulled back. Lips bruised from the exchange. Cheeks red. Eyes sparkling.

“Rukia.” Ichigo practically purred.

The sound of his voice broke her out of the euphoric state she had been in. Wide-eyed, she pulled away. “No.” She whispered, horrified.

“Rukia!” Ichigo exclaimed, alarmed.

“No! We can’t!” Rukia said, standing up and putting as much distance between herself and Ichigo as she could. “Not yet at least!” She added, after looking at his crestfallen expression.

Ichigo moved to stand right in front of her. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment. And I’m willing to keep on waiting, forever if necessary. You’re worth it.”

Rukia gasped, shocked. “Ichigo…”

“I’ve already made up my mind about what I want. It’s time you do the same.” On that note, he left, leaving her shell-shocked.

Weak-kneed, she slumped on the ground, heart beating faster than ever.

Ichigo’s words were far more dangerous than he realized.

Rukia helped pack Ichika’s last belongings. The girl kept crying as she put her stuff away. Her mother felt distressed about the whole situation, but she knew that, in the long run, it’d be for the better.

“I think this is all.” Rukia said, as she inspected the room.

“I don’t know why we have to move.” Ichika complained, as she put the last object inside a box.

The mother sighed. “I can’t stay in this house. I need fresh air. I need a change.”

“You wouldn’t need a change if you hadn’t left dad.” The girl muttered.

“Ichika.” Rukia called her, sounding serious. “Sit.” She instructed her daughter, pointing to the empty floor.

The girl grumbled but complied, pouting as she sat in front of her mother.

“You know, I’ve known your father for almost my entire life.” Rukia said, recalling her earliest memories of living in the Rukongai, along the rest of their friends. “But there was a point in our lives when we didn’t speak to each other.” She explained.

“You didn’t?” Ichika asked, curious.

“For over forty years, we didn’t hold a single conversation. That was when your uncle adopted me, and I joined my squad.” She explained. “I met… other people, different people. And I… something terrible happened during those years. When you’re older, I’ll tell you everything. What I want to say with all of these is that, during those years, I changed. Your father changed. When we rekindled our relationship, we weren’t the same people we had been when we parted.”

“But you became friends again, right? You fell in love!” The girl exclaimed.

Rukia nodded. “Yes. We did. We were friends again. Almost as if nothing had happened. Almost.” She then looked at her daughter with a troubled expression. “Then, the Great War happened, and we changed once more.”

“But you won!”

She sighed. “At a great cost. One you’re too young to understand. But, back then, we felt as if we could only trust in each other. Then, our courtship began. We felt that we needed to move fast, make the most out of everything. And we got married way too soon.”

Ichika frowned. “You never loved him, then?”

Rukia shook her head furiously. “No! I loved him, very much. We just aren’t suited for each other, but we refused to see it.” She gathered her daughter in her arms. “I want you to know that I don’t regret marrying your father, and, above else, I don’t regret having you. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. It’s just… my wishes are different from your father’s. And, had we stayed together, we would have only hurt you and hurt each other. It’s for the best.”

Ichika broke down. “But I don’t wanna move! I don’t wanna be away from dad!”

“Oh, sweetheart! I know it’s difficult, but you’re going to love our new house. And you can still see your father whenever you want. In fact, you’re gonna stay with him some days. Everything will sort itself out, you’ll see.” Rukia comforted her daughter, rubbing her little arms.

The girl nodded, though she looked unconvinced.

They finished packing. Outside, a few members of her squad were already waiting for them to help pick up their stuff. Rukia was surprised at seeing them but smiled when Kiyone and Sentarou gave her a thumbs up. Together, they all went to Rukia’s new house. It was a little farther away from the neighborhood were the other had been, but it was closer to the 13th Squad barracks. It was also bigger, a fact which was not ignored by Byakuya, but, when pressed, Rukia just shrugged and told him it was ‘just in case.’ Byakuya knew exactly what she meant. He was not sure if he was mad or glad about it, though.

Only time would tell.

Ichigo and Kazui ate ice cream silently at the park. The boy hadn’t said much the whole day, no matter how hard his father had tried to cheer him up. Ichigo knew what was going on, but didn’t know how to approach the subject. What made it worse was that this was their last day together before Ichigo moved permanently to the Soul Society. Kyouraku had been more than happy to accept him, and Ichigo felt more excitement than he had felt in years. His only problem was that moving meant being far away from his son. He was going to visit him. But, he didn’t know how long it’d be before they met again.

“So…” Ichigo started saying, once he had finished his ice cream.

“So, you’re leaving.” Kazui stated.

“Yes.” The father nodded. “But I’ll come back to visit you soon.”

The boy didn’t say anything else. He kept staring at the ground.

“Or you can visit me too. Captain Kyouraku gave me some passes for you, grandpa, and your aunts.” Ichigo kept saying, hoping to comfort his child.

“Do you really have to leave?” Kazui asked instead, his big eyes looking at him with hope. They reminded him too much of his mother’s eyes.

“Yeah, I do.” He said. “It’s something that I’ve wanted to do for a long time. But,” he added, after seeing Kazui was close to tears, “that doesn’t mean I don’t love you or that I don’t want to be with you. I do. But, to be a good dad to you, I need to find myself first.”

The boy nodded. “You need to be happy again.”

“That’s right.”

They went silent again, just enjoying each other’s company. When it was time to leave, father and son walked side by side.

“You know, you smile more now.” Kazui told him before they said goodbye. “I’m glad.”

Ichigo couldn’t help but smile back.

“Yeah. Me too.”

“I love what you’ve done to the place.” Ichigo said as he entered Rukia’s office.

“I’m not sure if you’re actually complimenting me or being sarcastic.” She muttered as she placed two cups of tea on her table. “But I’m going to take it as a compliment.”

“Jeez, I try to be nice to you and you take it the wrong way.” He complained, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Years of experience speak against you.” Rukia replied, smirking when Ichigo huffed.

“I could say the same of you.”

They both laughed.

It was nice sitting here with each other. Almost too nice. Ever since their kiss, they had not spoken about it again. However, there was something palpable in the air which made them uneasy. It was as if both were waiting for something to happen. But neither was willing to make the first move. After all, one mistake could hurt their friendship, and their bond was the very thing which kept them going.

“So, have you gotten used to the squad yet?” Rukia enquired.

“I guess. I mean, I already knew your way of life before coming here.” Ichigo answered, shrugging.

“And is your room alright?” She asked again.

“Yeah. It’s nice. Better than my first apartment.” He joked. “Why? Do I get privileges for being the captain’s friend?”

She hummed. “Maybe. If you play your cards right, that is.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Then, Rukia looked down at his cup. “It looks like you’re out of tea. Let me serve you more.”

“Don’t worry, I’m on it.”

Both reached for the kettle at the same time, their fingertips brushing against each other. They both gasped loudly after feeling an electric shock from touching. They pulled away and simply stared at each other, at a loss for what to say.

“Rukia.” Ichigo called her. “We can’t keep running away forever.”

“But… but it’s wrong!” She exclaimed.

“How so? You’re not married anymore. I’m not married either.” He said matter-of-factly. “What kept us apart is no longer there.”

“But, my daughter─”

“Wants to see you happy, just like my son wants me to be happy. I don’t think they’d be against this.”

Rukia sighed, feeling her sanity disappear with each argument Ichigo gave her. She wanted to give in, but was too afraid of the consequences.

“Rukia.” He called her again, softly this time. “Look at me.”

She did as she was told. Her eyes gazed into his. Ichigo was looking at her so gently it made her melt deep inside.

“Is it really so wrong to love you?” He asked her, voice barely a whisper.

Ichigo finally said them. The words they had ignored for over a decade. Rukia wanted to shout, she wanted to run away, she wanted to do so many things, but Ichigo stopped her by reaching across the table and kissing her. It was as if time had stopped. All that was in her mind were Ichigo’s lips against her own. She moaned loudly as his tongue graced her lips, opening her mouth greedily. “Ichigo.” She murmured, and then pulled him closer as she crawled on the table. She briefly heard the cups and her paperwork fall to the ground as she sat on the table, Ichigo pulling her closer by her sash. Their chests smacked against each other, and Rukia fell on his lap. She abruptly stopped and stood up.

“Rukia.” He groaned, missing her presence already.

“We really can’t, Ichigo.” She kept saying, more to herself than to him.

“Why?” Ichigo asked. “Give me one good reason to stop this.” He demanded.

“I…”

“You can’t. Because, deep down, you know you want this as much as I do. Because you love me like I love you.” He said, with each word getting progressively closer to her until Rukia’s back hit the wall. She was cornered.

“Ichigo.” She all but whispered.

“Tell me you don’t love me, and I won’t ever bring this up again.” Ichigo said, his mouth so close his breath mingled with hers. He had both arms on each side of her head.  Their noses touched.

It wasn’t fair. Not one bit. She really wanted to push him away, she really did. But she just couldn’t. Because she wanted him more than she would ever be able to explain. Because she loved him. Rukia loved Kurosaki Ichigo more than life itself. She had never been brave enough to admit it. But her time had ran out. Through the years, her love for him had only grown stronger, and it seemed it had been the same for Ichigo. Distance hadn’t mattered. Neither had their marriages. However, the same fear from before still lingered, always at the back of her head. If Rukia went ahead and gave in to her wishes, there would be no turning back. But rejecting Ichigo meant losing him for good.

Rukia wasn’t willing to let that happen. Not after everything.

“I love you.” The words left her mouth before she could stop them, and next thing she knew her mouth had crashed on his.

Her hands found their way to his face, cradling tenderly as her tongue explored his mouth. Meanwhile, Ichigo’s own hands descended to her waist, and with each kiss, he pulled her closer and closer until their bodies were firmly pressed against each other. He pulled away from her, making Rukia whine at the loss of his lips only to whimper a second later when he started dropping tender kisses down her cheeks to her jaw. A fire in her belly lit when Ichigo started sucking down her neck. She moaned and grabbed the back of his head. Even if she couldn’t see him, she knew he was smirking.

“Don’t be so happy about it.” Rukia muttered between pants.

Ichigo raised his head and grinned at her. “Can’t help it. This is all I’ve ever wanted.”

All breath left her lungs as she looked at him wide-eyed. Then Rukia smiled down at him and caressed his cheek. “Me too.”

His smile only widened and then his lips were on hers again. She sighed in ecstasy as Ichigo led her to a rhythm of his own. She let herself follow him. Rukia would follow him to the end of the world. As they made out, Ichigo slowly took her haori off, letting it fall on the ground. Then, he grabbed her by the hips and pushed her up. She gasped his name as her back hit the wall and then her legs wrapped themselves around his waist. He smirked at her before kissing her senseless.

Through it all, Rukia was dimly aware that the temperature in the room had gone up. She wasn’t an idiot. She knew what would happen if they kept this up. But she soon realized she didn’t care. She remembered all the nights in which she had fantasized this would happen. Reality was far better than any fantasy. Pushing all qualms away, Rukia started opening his kosode, revealing his well-toned body. Greedily, she started touching his abs. Ichigo pulled away from the kiss and groaned.

“Rukia.” He moaned letting his head fall on her shoulder.

It was her turn to smirk at him. “I get to have fun too.”

That made Ichigo growl. “You’re so getting punished for that.”

His lips started biting down her neck as his hands started massaging her sides. They soon slipped under her robes, caressing her bare skin. Goosebumps started appearing where he touched her. Rukia whimpered with each touch. It felt so good it should have been a crime. She let her head fall to the wall as she relished in his ministrations. She was wet already. And from the feeling pressing on her thighs, Ichigo was hard. She shivered as she felt him. But nothing could compare to the moment in which his expert hands found her breasts. They started massaging them, his fingers teasing her nipples. Rukia could only mewl in response.

“You like that, don’t you?” He said huskily on her ear.

“Yes.” She replied, lost in the moment.

“Let me see you.” Ichigo pleaded, hand already pulling her sash.

She nodded and watched intently as he oh too slowly pulled her kosode away revealing her breasts. They were already pink from his earlier kneading. Her nipples were completely erect. Ichigo stared at her intently, dumbstruck. She had to push away the need to cover herself. Enraptured, he gently squeezed on them with open palms.

“You’re so beautiful.” He told her as he kept massaging her.

Rukia blushed bright red as if she were a virgin. “Really?”

Ichigo smiled down at her, eyes full with love. “You.” He said as he kissed her temple. “Are.” Then he kissed one of her cheeks. “The.” Then the other. “Most.” His lips touched her nose. “Beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” He finished by giving her a tender kiss on the lips.

She melted in his embrace.

“In that case…” Rukia said as she let her robes fall down, revealing her full body to his hungry eyes.

Wordlessly, Ichigo too discarded his opened kosode, and then claimed her lips once more. She happily let him ravish her mouth. She started playing with his hair as he grunted in approval. Then, she let her hands fall to his chest as she started feeling him up. He pulled away and started biting down her neck again. Then on her shoulder until finally his mouth fell to her right breast. Rukia moaned loudly as he started sucking on her nipple while he kneaded on her other breast. Ichigo’s free hand went to cup her ass. She gripped on his hair as he continued, switching breasts to not let even one inch of her body unattended. When her breasts were red and slick, Ichigo fell on his knees as he kissed down her breasts to her belly to her tummy, his eyes never straying from hers. His hands moved down her waist to her hips and then to her butt once more. As he kissed her navel, he started playing with the sash that kept her hakama on.

“Can I?” Ichigo asked her.

Rukia rubbed her thighs together and then nodded. Slowly, he untied them and pulled down her body until they reached the ground. Her underwear soon followed suit. Ichigo stared at her, his breath feeling hot in her core.

“You’re wet already.” He muttered, pleasantly surprised at this. “But you can be even wetter.” He added, already smirking at her. He pushed his face into her groin as he lifted one of her legs on his shoulder.

“W-what are you doing?!” Rukia exclaimed.

“You’ll see.” Ichigo answered her, still smirking.

His tongue then made a wet trail from her clit to her folds. Rukia whimpered as she clutched his head once more for dear life. Ichigo grabbed her hips to hold her in place as he started lapping down her core. She closed her eyes as she let all feelings wash over her. She had never experienced anything like this before. Ichigo’s tongue swirled first on her clit and then directly on her core as his nose hit her clit with each movement. Rukia was well aware she was being too loud. But she couldn’t make herself care. This sensation was the best one she had ever felt. Or so she thought until Ichigo slipped two fingers inside of her. If it weren’t for his hand still holding her in place, she was sure she would have fallen down. He was simply magical. With each movement, both from his tongue and his fingers pumping her, she reached heaven. Rukia started gyrating herself on his face, making his nose hit that sweet spot even more. Her juices flooded down from her as she felt something tightened inside her. She was close. So, so close. Ichigo must have felt it too for he increased his ministrations. With a cry, Rukia tilted her head back and let herself come undone. She quite literally saw stars as Ichigo kept on eating her out as she released. As she finished, she looked down just in time to see him pull away, an infuriating smirk on his face.

“Told you, you could be wetter.” He said huskily.

His orange hair was tussled from the way she had gripped his head.

His face, neck and chest were stained with her juices. They made his whole body glow.

He looked simply marvelous.

Rukia fell into his waiting arms and kissed him. She tasted herself in his mouth and it was a divine experience. As they continued kissing, her wandering hand touched his happy trail, and then followed it only to find his hakama. She untied it, pulling it down enough to reveal his cock. Ichigo was completely stiff, and he groaned when he felt her hand starting to grab it. Rukia stared at it with wonder. He was big and ready for her. She did tell him so, only for Ichigo to start chuckling.

“Glad you like it.” He told her, as he kicked off his pants.

Rukia grabbed him again, moving her hand up and down. He moaned her name and held her close to him. He dropped open mouthed kisses on her shoulder as she worked. When pre-cum started leaking from his cock, Ichigo pushed her hands away. She stared at him questioningly, but instead of answering, he made her straddle him.

“Rukia.” Ichigo called to her. “Ride me.” He told her, his eyes sparkling with want.

The thought made her wetter. Rukia nodded and with adrenaline pulsing through her veins, she put both her legs around Ichigo’s waist. He helped her guiding his cock until it touched her folds. Both whimpered at the sensation. With a nod, they worked together and, with one swift motion, Rukia sheathed him inside her. She couldn’t help the cry that came out of her.

“God, you’re so fucking tight.” Ichigo groaned out as he instantly pulled her closer to him.

“I feel you everywhere.” She murmured as she let her head fall on his chest.

He mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like ‘you’ve got no idea.’ Then he lovingly kissed her forehead. “Together?” He asked her.

“Together.” Rukia replied, looking into his eyes. She found lust and need but also so much love that made her lose her breath.

She started descending on him as Ichigo thrusted up at the same time. It caused them to moan loudly. They repeated the same actions until they found their own rhythm. It was a shared work. Rukia grabbed him by the shoulders to meet his powerful thrusts as she lowered herself on him. Meanwhile, Ichigo helped her out by holding her hips and guiding her down. With each thrust, his cock hit her right in her clit, giving her even more pleasure.

“I… Ichi… Ah! ... Ichigo!” Rukia croaked out his name each time he moved deep inside her.

“Rukia.” Ichigo groaned. “Rukia. Rukia. Rukia.” He said her name like a prayer.

“Ichigo!” She said as he rammed into her. “I… I love you!”

“I love you too, Rukia!” He moaned.

“Together?”

“Together.”

Rukia entangled her arms around his neck as she kissed him. Ichigo kissed her back, grabbing her ass to slam into her harder. She cried into the kiss. He could feel that she was close, so he helped her out by rubbing her clit as he thrusted. Rukia pulled back from the kiss to cry out. Ichigo crashed their mouths together, keeping her quiet. He never stopped his powerful thrusts, maximizing her pleasure. Once she was done, she dropped her head on his shoulder, using her arms to steady herself. He kept at it until he felt his release come closer. He let himself go, thrusting into her wildly. Rukia moaned and came again with him, feeling his seed as it filled her up. After he was done, he let himself fall down on the ground, taking her with him.

“That… was… amazing!” Rukia said between pants, giddy and pleased.

Ichigo grinned down at her. “Really?” He asked her, playing with her hair.

“Really.” She answered, burying her face into his chest.

He pecked her nose and then snuggled her. “I’m glad.”

Rukia giggled and then pulled him in for a sweet kiss.

They remained silent, basking in each other’s presence. It was a deeply intimate moment. Just lying there, tangled up in each other. However, there was something bothering Rukia.

“Ichigo.” She called him, sitting up to see him better.

“Hmm?” He hummed, still playing with her long hair.

“Why weren’t you on top?” She asked him. Her tone wasn’t accusatory. Just curious.

“What do you mean?” Ichigo asked her as he too sat down.

“Well… I just thought since it was the first time… you might like to be on top…” She said sheepishly.

He pondered over this for a moment. “I think the way we did it was fitting.”

Rukia raised an eyebrow at that explanation.

“I mean, we normally do things together. We work to achieve a goal. That position allowed us to work at the same time.” Ichigo answered. “Not that I don’t want to be on top!” He added, turning red and shaking his head vigorously. “It’s just, it felt better that way! You can also be on top! I don’t mind! Anyway is great!” He exclaimed, still bright red.

She watched his outburst awestruck. Anyway is great. The phrase echoed in her head. Of course. That was so Ichigo. She couldn’t help but giggle until she was out right laughing.

“H-hey! It isn’t funy!” He complained, utterly mortified. “It was just a fantasy of mine!”

Rukia finished laughing and then kissed his nose in the same loving way he had done before. “Fool.” She called him. “I loved it. It’s just… I… I’d never been on top before this.”

Ichigo looked at her in understanding. “Well, you can be on top whenever you want.”

She flashed him a beautiful smile. “Noted… And, speaking of fantasies.” Rukia said as she straddled him and whispered something in his ear.

His eyes widened comically. “You’re serious?”

She nodded. “We can take this to my house. Ichika’s gone for the night, so we’ll have the place all to ourselves.”

Ichigo smirked and kissed her.

“What are we waiting for?” He said as he stood up.

Rukia followed him and then looked around the place. “Oh, god. My office’s a mess!”

He just laughed. “I can help you clean before we leave.”

“You better. It’s your fault after all!”

“My fault? You weren’t saying that when you were screaming my name to the heavens!”

“Shut up!” Flustered, Rukia said as she covered his mouth with her hand. “Shut up!”

“Fine.”

“Are you gonna help me clean up or not?”

“Coming!”

As they put their clothes back on, Ichigo couldn’t help but look at the place with a smirk. Saying it was a mess was an understatement.

It was a good thing he had asked Kiyone and Sentarou to leave them alone and keep people out of the way before meeting Rukia.

Although, as loud as they were being, maybe the whole Soul Society had heard them anyway.

Oh well.

As he watched Rukia move around, and the smile that hadn’t left her face ever since their love making, Ichigo knew it had been all worth it.

#ichiruki #ichiruki fanfiction #ichiruki smut #you've been warned this is long #also extremely shameless #I regret nothing

[rukia-writes]

✨Day 2: Eren Yeagar✨

✨Setting: canon✨

✨Kink: breeding, dirty talk, erotic lactation✨

“Look at you. Have you been a naughty nurse?”

That voice.

(Name) knew that voice as she turned around in her prison cell to see Eren Yeagar standing there with a key in his hand with an ever calm and ever cold gaze.

“Your little minions put me in here, after kidnapping me from my other cell.”

(Name) corrected Eren as (Name) was actually from Marley working as nurse there she met Eren who was wounded but she nursed him the best she could until he took her away and was then put in prison by Darius Zackly. Then kidnapped once more by the Yeagarists.

“You must want to be free no doubt. I can set you free.”

“Good, I want to go home.”

Eren watched as (Name) walked up to the prison bars with a calm expression, but his thoughts were anything but.

Eren wanted something from the cute nurse.

“I’ll release you...if you can do something for me.”

“.. and what would that be?”

The sound of the prison bars opening and then closing was the last thing (Name) remembered as Eren started to have his way with the cute nurse.

Not that (Name) was complaining as she watched Eren take his shirt off revealing his 10 pack abs. The nurse made sure to get a feel those much to Eren’s pleasure as his hands worked on (Name)’s breasts.

Breasts Eren enjoyed looking at when in Marley.

Pressing the nurse up against the wall Eren wrapped her legs around his waist as he got an eye full of the breasts he had been dying to put his face between since he met the nurse.

“Fucking finally.”

Was all Eren muttered as he licked (Name)’s right nipple to his heart content and then the left. All the while getting hard from hearing her moan and plea for more. Eren’s tongue would flicker and then swirl around her nipples all the while massaging both breasts.

Eren then thought to himself how great it would be if milk would come out, once he impregnated her.

Oh..

Another thing Eren wanted to do.

“Eren! Please slow down-“

(Name) was cut off as Eren licked her left nipple faster while massaging and sometimes simply grabbing her breasts. Not knowing Eren was so caught up in envisioning (Name) being able to breast feed him and his baby.

But mostly him.

Before long Eren had heated things up as he had his long and thick cock buried inside the cute nurse. (Name) felt full as Eren’s thick cock stretched her a bit and was making her moan loudly as Eren was hitting her g spot with such precision.

“Fuck yeah, baby. You like my cock don’t you? I wanted to fuck you for so long.”

Eren’s hold on her hips tightened with each second as she had her arms wrapped around Eren’s neck.

Eren heard it all.

Whenever (Name) whimpered, moaned and said his name he heard it. Only fueling his burning desire not only to impregnate her but for the day he could drink her breast milk.

“That’s it nurse, take all my fucking cock.”

It was simply too much for the nurse.

Eren’s harsh thrusts and his dirty talk were sending her to her orgasm by the second. Wilder Eren was becoming the more wrapped up he became in his thoughts, his titan marks were showing and his eyes seemed to gleam.

“Fuck! So good, more. Give me more.”

Eren pace was purely animalistic as he heard (Name)’s whimpers and pleas while watching her breasts bounce up and down fueling his lust.

“You want it don’t you? You want me to put a baby in you, huh? Maybe I’ll put twins or triplet-“

Eren was cut off now as he could feel (Name)’s sobbing wet cunt tighten on his cock making Eren grunt in pleasure with a sinister smile.

The only thing (Name) could say was Eren’s name over and over again, like a chant. Much to Eren’s pleasure.

Soon both had their orgasm that could only be described as euphoric. (Name)’s cunt spasmed on Eren’s thick and long cock as his cock twitched excitedly emptying all of the cum Eren had inside (Name)’s cunt. Some spilled on the floor, but both didn’t seem to care right now as the only sound in the room was their pants.

(Name)’s eyes then widened in surprise when Eren’s right hand gently glided over her stomach. Not knowing Eren had more plans in store for her.

✨Rukia-Writes✨

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