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Body Language 💪 {Eyes – Gin}


.o6/20. : Eyes (Gin Ichimaru)

“Ne, Gin?” You poked his cheek. “You have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen… why don’t you show them off?”

Gin opened his eyes, that same fox like grin on his face. “They wouldn’t be as beautiful if I showed them off constantly.”

“I guess you have a point.” You murmured. “The most beautiful of gems are the rare ones that people don’t get to see often.”

True enough, Gin’s eyes were like rare blue sapphires. They were beautiful beyond belief, which may be due to the fact that they were rarely seen. If you asked most people who knew him, they wouldn’t know what color they were. You considered yourself lucky that you were able to see them so many times.


“Actually, it’s probably a good thing that people don’t see them.”

“Hmm, and why is that?”

“Well, someone might remove them and sell them on the black market!”


“Haven’t you watched Hunter x Hunter? The Kurta clan’s eyes were so beautiful that a band of bad guys killed the entire clan and took their eyes to sell them, leaving behind only one kid who then went after revenge!” You continued to ramble on about the tragic backstory of Kurapika, and Gin started to regret letting you bring anime to Hueco Mundo.

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Body Language 💪 {Arms – Ichigo}


.o1/20. : Arms (Ichigo Kurosaki)

You were lying in Ichigo’s bed, him lying behind you with his arms securely around your waist. He was asleep – you could hear his steady breathing and the feel of his chest rising and falling against your back.

It amazed you how such a small gesture could stir so many feelings within you. Feeling his arms around you, holding you to his chest with his legs intertwined with your own… It made you feel safe. All of your worries disappeared.

When Ichigo held you like that, even though he was asleep, it was as if you were the only two people in the whole world.

It was a blissful feeling that you never wanted to lose – or admit to him.

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Cooking Disasters {Matsumoto}


Anime: Bleach
Pairing: None
Genre: Crack

“Are you… sure about this?”

“Of course! Don’t worry, it’s perfectly safe!”

“I’m… not so sure about that, Matsumoto.”

“Relax, already! As long as the captain doesn’t come along, we’ll be fine!”

“I’m no expert or anything, but I’m pretty sure you aren’t suppose to add cotton candy to spaghetti sauce…”

“It’ll make it sweet!”

“Add sugar, then!”

“Oh, look! Let’s add this orange, too!”

“Wait! Matsumoto!”



“The captain is going to kill us!”

“Have faith in my cooking skills!”

“Your cooking skills? What cooking skills!? You’re adding potatoes and mushrooms to spaghetti!”

“It’s for flavor!”

“Add garlic! Not nutmeg!”

“Ooooh! Maybe we should turn the fire up!”

Matsumoto reached over and turned the fire up to high. Five minutes later, it had boiled over onto the stove.

“Hehe, whoops.”

“Whoops? You call this whoops!?”

“It’s not like you’re doing anything!”

“Only because you threatened me!”

“WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!?” Toshirou appeared in the kitchen, glaring hard at you and his orange haired lieutenant.

“We were making spaghetti….”

We nothing, I’m not part of this!”

“T-This was meant to be S-Spaghetti?” He was quite horrified.


It took you both about five hours to clean up the disaster the orange haired woman had created.

Here’s a warning: Never let Matsumoto cook anything!

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Breach in Trust {Aizen Sousuke}


Genre: Angst, fluffy ending

In every relationship, there is doubt and jealousy. Even the strongest relationships encounter these problems. It doesn’t matter how much you trust and love your partner, the worry and the fear that they are cheating on you is still there.

You can lie and say that you don’t get jealous.

You can lie and say that you’ve never – not even once – worried that your significant other was seeing someone else behind your back.

It’s a side-effect of the drug called love. And the stronger the love, the deeper the worry. You love them so much that you fear losing them. The thought of losing them to someone else boils in the back of your mind like a hungry fly around food.

Most people ignore the feeling and have faith in their partner while others act on it and fly into a jealous rage of accusations. How could they not? Seeing some whore flirting and touching their girlfriend or boyfriend or husband or wife. What if they see something in that whore? What if they leave?

More often than not, the accusations are false.

If you ignore it, the relationship stays the same, but guilt still pools in your stomach. If you act on it, the realtionship will, nine times out of ten, end or, at the very least, become tense and awkward.

But, what alerts us to an unfaithful partner?

Sneaking around and acting secretive?

Staying late at work when he/she doesn’t have to?

Mysterious phone calls, texts or letters?

Smelling of a scent not belonging to yourself?

Or is it something else? Maybe all of the above? What if it’s something innocent disguised as something bad, something treacherous?

What if he/she is planning something special?

What if he/she is just trying to get a raise or promotion?

What if he/she is arranging a surprise for you?

What if he/she was searching for a cologne or perfume for you?

The only proof that someone is cheating is to catch them in the act. You can’t believe an outside party. You can’t jump to conclusions and go around accusing your partner or stressing out over it. But, it’s impossible to do that. We say we can, but that’s a lie. It’s hardwired into our DNA to feel that way.

So, let me ask you this:

Do you trust me?

Our Trust has been breached.

Rory never agreed with the choices Aizen had made. She didn’t agree with what he was doing, either. But the love she felt for him was so deep that she went along with his plans. Even though he rarely said it, she knew that he loved her. At first, that made her happy. But she couldn’t deny that she was jealous, and often found herself worrying about if Aizen would leave her for another woman. He could easily find better, and had not a single reason to stay with a filthy, weak human like her.

The undying source of her jealousy? Hinamori Momo, Aizen’s ex-lieutenant. She never failed to notice the way he treated her when he was still a taichou, the way he looked at her and spoke to her. And the way she literally kissed the ground he walked on. Right to the very end, she was treated like a special pet to Aizen. Rory hated it, but she bit her tongue. She believed that once they were safe in Hueco Mundo, Hinamori Momo would simply be a thing of the past. But she had been wrong.

Aizen might not of known it – or maybe he did and just didn’t care -, but Rory knew that he watched Momo in that damned monitoring room of his. She had walked in on him to see her on the screen, and that damned smile reserved just for her. His brown eyes had followed every movement she made on the screen. Did he really love Momo and not her? Had she mistaken his actions for ones of love, when they were really nothing more than friendly gestures? Was she just a toy for Aizen? A replacement? Was Momo his true love, and not her?

She felt herself grow dizzy at the swirling questions in her brain. She wanted answers, but she was too afraid to ask him. She wasn’t afraid because he could – and probably would – kill her, she was afraid that her worries would push him farther away. She was also afraid of his answer. If she didn’t have Aizen, who did she have? No one. No one welcomes back a traitor.

“Roro-chan?” Gin cocked his head to the side, staring at the female questionably.

She snapped out of her thoughts, moving her gaze from the floor to the fox-like ex-captain. “Oh, Gin! Hi!”

He frowned. “Are ya okay, Roro-chan? Ya look kinda out of it.”

“Oh, I’m fine.” she waved him off with a fake smile.

Gin could see through her act, though. For awhile now, she had been acting strangely, and he was beginning to get worried. She wouldn’t admit to anything being wrong, though; she was a damn good actress, hiding what she felt behind a mask of fake smiles. He knew what he had to do. If she wouldn’t respond to him, then maybe Aizen could do the trick.


Aizen looked up from his cup of tea as Gin entered the meeting room, his usual smirk nowhere in sight. “Something I can help you with, Gin?”

“It’s ’bout Rory.”

No smirk. No honorific. No nickname.

Aizen narrowed his eyes at the younger male. “What’s wrong with her?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” he repeated, arching a brow.

“She’s been actin’ strange.” Gin furrowed his brows. “Zonin’ out alot more than usual, forcin’ smiles. She seems worried ’bout somethin’.”

“She hasn’t been eating or sleeping properly, either.”

The two men turned their attention to the blind man that had just entered the room.

“Ya noticed it, too?”

Tousen simply nodded in reply. He didn’t need eyes to see that Rory was distressed over something.

Aizen was not happy. He had been so busy with his plans that he hadn’t noticed a change in her. Normally when she had a problem, she’d always come and talk to him about it, no matter what it was. What was different now? Aizen stood up, walking past the two former captains and exiting the room. Right about now, Rory should be in the bedroom they shared, reading one of her many books that she had brought with her to Heuco Mundo.

He was right, in a sense.

Rory was in their bedroom, but she wasn’t reading. She was sitting on the side of the bed, leaning over so her arms were resting on her knees. She was staring blankly at the wall across from her, but it was obvious from the glazed over look in her eyes that she wasn’t actually seeing it. Her chapped lips were parted as if she couldn’t believe what was before her. How could he of let her get this bad?

Aizen walked farther into the room, but she didn’t notice him; at least not until he stopped in front of her. Her eyes widened as she was brought back, her head snapping up. She swallowed nervously and put on a fake smile. “Sousuke! Something wrong? You’re usually still working this time of day…”

Aizen’s emotionless face did not change as he examined his girlfriend. She looked pale and malnourished, like she hadn’t been eating enough. It was faint, but he could see the dark circles under her eyes, indicating that she hadn’t been sleeping properly. The way she was sitting when he entered the room confirmed it all.

He narrowed his eyes, racking his brain for a reason. Were the Espada giving her trouble? No, none of them were dumb enough to do that. Well, except for maybe Nnoitra and Grimmjow. Was she unhappy in Hueco Mundo? Did she want to return to the World of the Living? Or was it something else entirely?

She blinked up at him, confused by his actions. “Sousuk – ”

“What’s the matter?”

“Eh?” she blinked again. “Nothing’s wrong.”

Aizen reached out a hand, his finger tips brushing her cheek. “Don’t lie to me. You’re pale. Kaname and Gin have informed me that you have not been eating or sleeping like you should. Is that true?”

“I’ve always been pale.” She laughed, ignoring the nervous feeling swirling in the back of her mind. “No offense, but Gin isn’t exactly the best cook. And I’m not too fond of the food here, you know how picky I am.” Not a complete lie. Gin couldn’t cook to save his life. “As for the sleep thing, I just haven’t really been tired.” She rubbed the back of her head sheepishly, her gaze leaving his face and focusing on the white pants he wore.

There was no reason to be so nervous, she was an excellent liar. But would Aizen have the power to see through those lies?

“Are you unhappy here?” His voice softened and his eyes followed suit. “Do you want to return to the World of the Living?”

Her eyes widened and her hands clutched tightly onto the fabric of her jeans. Is that what he thought? Would he send her back and be done with her? She lowered her head, allowing a shadow to form over her eyes. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. “No, I… I’m not unhappy being here. And I do miss the world of the living, but… I want to stay here… with you…”

Aizen kneeled down, grabbing her chin between his thumb and two middle fingers, forcing her to look at him. “What’s making you unhappy, Rory?”

Her heart skipped a beat when that deep velvet voice spoke her name. She didn’t want to lose him, she couldn’t! She shook her head, pulling away from him and closing her eyes. Aizen was shocked; she had never pulled away from him before.


She shook her head again, eyes shut tightly. He pushed her back onto the bed, one hand beside her head while the other rested over her wrist.

He leaned down to her ear, his warm breath fanning over her neck. “Rory.”

Her wide eyes stared up at the ceiling and she knew she was submitting to his will. She couldn’t deny Aizen. “I… I’m afraid,” she whispered.

“Afraid? Of what, love?” Hearing that word used to make her heart soar, but now it just hurt.

“Of losing you…”

“Losing me?” he pulled back, his brown eyes staring down into her own.

She looked away from his piercing gaze. “Can I ask you something, Sousuke?”

“Of course.”

“Do you love Hinamori?”

“Hmm?” he blinked down at her. That was the last question he expected her to ask. “Why would you think that?”

“Back in Soul Society, you’d always look at her so lovingly, and send her such a loving smile that no one else ever recieved. You’ve never looked at me like that. I didn’t expect you to, but it hurt to see her get all of your attention and affection. I’m not clingy, and I’m not jealous, I just… I wish I knew what she has that I don’t…”

Aizen was’t expecting that, either. “Hinamori Momo is no longer in my life. You know I only acted that way to gain her trust.”

“I saw you in the monitoring room watching her the other day!” She looked up at him, releasing the breath that she hadn’t even known she was holding. “You were smiling that special smile!”

Realization flashed through his eyes and his lips twitched up into a smile. “And how long did you stay and watch me?”

“I saw her on the screen, and your smile, and booked it.”

“I see. If you had stayed a little bit longer, you would of seen me watching…” he paused to lean down, his lips brushing her ear. “…you.”

“Eh?” She blinked, confused.

“The footage I was watching at the time was from when you and Momo spent the day together to give me, Gin, and Kaname some time alone. I was not watching her, I was watching you.”

“S-Seriously?” She whispered, her eyes shining as they met his.

His hand slid away from her wrist, moving up to gently trace her bottom lip with his thumb.

“Fool,” he whispered, letting his lips brush hers. “I’m too intoxicated by you to want anyone else.” His lips slammed against hers as his body pushed her into the bed. She could feel it in his kiss. It was so strong that he didn’t need to voice it, and she didn’t need to hear it. Her arms wrapped tight around his neck and she felt her previous worries disappear.


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In W A R✘ and L O V E ♥ {002 – Hitsugaya}


Title: In W A R and L O V E

Anime: Bleach

Pairing: Hitsugaya x OC

Genre: AU and Fluff~

Contest: Love and other disasters

Prompt: Jealousy

I woke up with a wide grin on my face, ready to face the day.

Practically skipping to my high school, I plopped down beside my best friend, ignoring his look of fear.

“Oi, what’s your problem?”

“Hmm? What ever do you mean, Ichi?”

“You’re acting cheerful… it’s scary!”

I chuckled, running my hand through my hair. Yes, I could understand why he was so afraid. I wasn’t a morning person at all, and always came to school acting like a zombie. I’m not cheerful very often, either. Honestly, if I wasn’t so happy, I’d probably be scaring myself. “My boyfriend is coming home today.”

The fear disappeared from his face and he nodded in understanding. “Cool. You can bring him to my party then.”

“Ah, so you really are having a party?”


“Hmm, I’ll be looking forward to it, Ichi~”

( / / / / )

The time was four o’clock and I was literally bouncing in my skin. I couldn’t sit still knowing that Toushirou would be here any minute. It had been months since I saw him last, and he was finally taking the weekend off from his company so we could spend some time together.
A knock sounded on the front door of my apartment and I bit back a squeal, speed walking to the door.

“Toushirou.” I breathed, my lips tugging up into a smile. He hadn’t changed much since I saw him last; he was still short, and still adorable.

He smiled softly. “Is that all you have to say?”

I chuckled, throwing my arms around his neck and pecking his lips. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.”

( / / / / )

Toushirou had agreed to join me at Ichigo’s party, but when we arrived, he migrated to the couch and hadn’t moved. After giving Ichigo a hug and wishing him a happy birthday, I left him with Rukia – his girlfriend – and headed toward the snow haired male, plopping down beside him. His teal eyes were narrowed at the orange haired strawberry.

“Toushi?” I called softly, my hand finding his own. His pale skin was like ice against my warm flesh; it was a nice feeling, something I had grown accustomed to shortly after we started to date. It had always fascinated me.

A tic mark appeared below his eye. “Don’t call me such a ridiculous name!”

I ignored his demand, pushing his bangs away from his forehead. “What’s bothering you?”

He scowled, turning his head away. “It’s the first night we’ve been together in almost five months, and we’re sitting here at a party instead of spending time alone.”

“It’s Ichigo’s birthday…”

“That’s even worse!”

I blinked, leaning forward and catching a glimpse of red. He was blushing! “Toushi… are you… jealous?”

“What?!” His head whipped around, eyes wide and pale cheeks burning brighter. “T-That’s ridiculous!”

I chuckled, throwing my arm around his shoulder as I poked his warm cheek. “Aww, there’s no need to be jealous, Toushi. You’re the only one for me~”

“Stop calling me that, damn it!”


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In W A R✘ and L O V E ♥ {001 – Isane}


Title: In W A R and L O V E

Anime: Bleach

Pairing: Isane x OC

Genre: Fluffy almost-smut?

Contest: Love and other disasters

Prompt: Homosexual

I wasn’t sure how it happened, but several captains and lieutenants from Soul Society had come to the world of the living on ‘vacation’. Ichigo ended up being involved, which resulted in me being involved. Really, I found it to be quite annoying solely because I hated the heat, but Yoruichi had managed to persuade me with a sweet treat, and here it was now.

Isane Kotetsu stood beside her captain, cheeks flushed at the amount of skin her bathing suit showed off. My eyes traveled down to her chest, narrowing. Had her breasts always been that large? Maybe I was imagining things, but the last time I saw her, they were definitely smaller.

She glanced over, her eyes locking with my own, sending me a friendly smile before turning away. I rubbed the back of my head in annoyance and turned my gaze back to the glittering water. Sexual orientation didn’t mean much to me but, if I had to choose, I’d say that I was straight. I mean, yeah, I’ve called girls beautiful before, but I had never been attracted to a female before.

Then there was Isane.

I couldn’t figure out what it was about her, but she drove me crazy every time she was around.

Her personality.

Her voice.

Her body.

All of it drives me nuts. It was different for me, and I’ve even gone so far as to test my sexuality out on Yoruichi – because, let’s face it, she’s a goddess -, but no luck. Only Isane could make my body react like this and send my mind bareling stright into the gutter.

I watched her the entire time we were at the beach and, finally, every one had their attention else where.

With a grin, I approached the tall female from behind, my arms winding around her curvy form and coming to rest just under her large breasts. This action made them rise up and appear even bigger. She gasped in surprise, her hands flying to my arms.

“W-What are you doing?” She stammered, pale cheeks alight with a soft red hue.

“Not much,” I murmured non-chalantly before pressing my lips to her neck. “Just claiming what’s mine.”

Her only protest was a throaty groan, making my lips twitch up further. It didn’t matter if I was straight or lesbian, and it didn’t matter if she was, either. The only thing that I cared about was making this chick mine, and mine she became~