Fic [Squishy]
Title: Squishy
Rating: PG-13
Beta: live_with_love
Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine.
Pairing: Shuuhei/Izuru; mentioned, former one-sided Shuuhei/Rangiku
Warning/Spoilers: Slight AU. Spoilers for SS arc, Kira's history and more recent manga chapters.
Word Count: 1,384
Author's Notes: Written for Shuuhei's brithday at the shuukira comm using the prompt pillows and it's pure fluff. The reason this is up so early is that I'm going away on Sunday and won't be back until the saturday after Shuu's brithday. But I'll probably write more one-shots whilst I'm away because all the prompts wanted to be written XD I really shouldn't indulge Shuuhei especially if he keeps demanding first person *shakes head*
X-posted to shuukira
It had started with a snarky comment from Kira, no Izuru, about Rangiku-san. He seems to think I still like her. So of course I had grabbed the nearest object and chucked it at him; well it was only a pillow from one of my wooden chairs. The blonde hadn’t been expecting it, as was shown by the fact he couldn’t quite avoid it, and it bounced off the top of his head, landing on the floor behind him.
“Shuuhei! That’s dangerous!” He exclaims indignantly, not that he was particularly upset over it, probably only because it had mussed his hair a little.
“They’re soft, squidgy pillows; would you rather I throw a mug at you?” I ask, gesturing to the one I’d set on the work surface before chucking said pillow.
“They still have sharp, pointy corners.” He replies, turning away and sticking his nose in the air like he did whenever he was feigning distaste. I chuckle, it was infinitely cuter than he seemed to realise.
“Of course,” And I bow low before apologising. “I apologise for throwing a soft, sharp cornered object at you Izuru.” Switching to first names had seemed only natural after Karakura; if it weren’t for the blonde being from 4th division once upon a time Rangiku-san wouldn’t be here and I, along with Hinamori and Iba-san certainly wouldn’t have been able to get up and fight again. Hell, we’d have probably died in the end.
“That makes no sense.” Izuru grins, dropping his feigned expressions and laughing softly. I stick my tongue at him.
“You weren’t exactly making sense either.” I walk around the couch to pick up the pillow and plonk it on the blonde’s head before sitting down next to him with a grin.
“Honestly you can be very childish sometimes, ne?” He asks, removing the cushion and holding it in his arms. I just grin in reply.
“You know I have to be extremely professional all day; Muguruma-taichou has told me stories of Kuna-san’s antics…he says if I ever start acting like that he’ll have me transferred; tattoo or no.” The blonde laughs again, it’s beautiful and until about a month ago it had been extremely rare to non-existent.
“I highly doubt you could ever get as bad as Kuna-san.” Not that we’d seen her for awhile; not all of the…vaizard, I think they’d been calling themselves, rejoined the Gotei 13. Only taichou, Otoribashi-taichou and Yadoumaru-san. I was glad that Izuru finally seemed to have a decent captain, as far as I could tell at least. However, Muguruma-taichou assured me that after having Ichimaru as a captain, Otoribashi-taichou would do him a world of good. It seemed to be true, not that I’d ever doubt Muguruma-taichou of course but still, I guess it was more worried about Izuru than actual doubt.
“Shuuhei?!” I snap back to attention, distracted by the hand waving in front of my face.
“Yeah?” And Izuru smiles again, damnit he’s so cute, retracting his hand.
“You spaced out, are you alright?”
“Just thinking.” I grin back.
“I hope it didn’t hurt your brain too much~” I grab the pillow behind me and bring it down on his head. That was much more like the Izuru I’d known back at the academy. "Ow, Shuuhei you’re so mean.” Though he’s smiling and preparing to hit me with the pillow in his arms.
“And what are you gonna do about that?” I ask, jumping up from the couch before he can hit me. He falls flat on his stomach on the sofa, having over balanced, and looks up at me, un-amused. Izuru huffs and sits back up, just sitting there, pillow in his lap. “Um…Izuru?” He continues to ignore me and I step closer, which turned out to be a mistake. With fast reflexes his arms reach out and he whacks me in the chest with the pillow and then hits me on the head with it. “You little bastard!” I pounce forward, pinning the blonde back on the sofa, searching out ticklish spots that I used to know off by heart. He squirms when one of my hands brushes against his shoulder and I grin evilly. “Ah hah there it is~”
“Ack, no Shuuhei!” The blonde wriggles, trying to get away from the touch but he’s giggling too much to be able to shift me. “Ah - no stop, I’m sorry~” He giggles breathlessly and I do, moving my hands to rest on the sofa above each shoulder. I sigh, watching his flushed face as he breaths heavily.
“Honestly you really don’t know how cute you are, do you?” I grin before faltering, realising I’d said that out loud. Shit. But Izuru only blushes and looks away, mumbling that he’s not really. “Yes you are idiot.” And now I’m leaning closer and I really can’t stop myself. I twist my head so I can look at him. He’s still blushing, a little startled by my close proximity and nervous but he’s not moving away so I press forward, brushing our lips together. I gently nip at his bottom lip and he lets out a soft contented sigh, parting his lips, letting my tongue slide inside. One arm wraps around me, hand resting and brushing against my back, tracing the bumps of my spine as the other hand lies against my chest, fingers splayed and lightly stroking. I moan at the touches, I can’t help it, and swipe my tongue around his mouth, tasting the tea we’d had earlier and something warm and spicy that must be purely him. We part when the need for oxygen becomes too apparent and I grin down at him.
“Shuuhei?”
“Yeah Izuru?”
"I thought you liked Rangiku-san?” I laugh, kissing his cheek.
“Would I be kissing you if I still liked her that way?” I question back and shake my head, still smiling at him. “In case it wasn’t obvious I only like you that way.” I murmur, kissing his soft lips briefly. “And it’s good to see you smiling and laughing more often.” He blushes a dark red again but smiles anyway.
“Thank you.” He answers softly and he leans up, his lips pressing gently against mine. His kiss is soft and innocent before he draws back and kisses me again, more heatedly this time. Of course that would be the time when someone actually knocks on my door. I groan softly and pull away.
“Better go get that.” I clamber off the sofa, making sure not to accidentally hit him on the way. Opening the door, Rangiku-san starts to say hello before her expression changes into a grin; it’s never done me any good before, that look.
“Hi Shuuhei~ You’re looking quite scruffy…Izuru near by~” I splutter, blushing myself.
“Wh-what makes you say that?” She grins and then Izuru blows it by coming to stand next to me at the door.
“I knew it~” She squeals. “Aww you two are so cute~” Rangiku-san continues to gush. Izuru is blushing again next to me.
“H-Hi Rangiku-san - ah!” He squeaks as she pulls him into a very tight, long hug.
“What did I tell you about using san, Izu~?” She asks squeezing him tightly. Poor guy’s gotta be suffocating in there.
“Um…Rangiku? Izuru kinda needs to breathe…ya know?”
“Ah! I forgot~ Taichou’s really good at holding his breath now~” Rangiku grins, letting Izuru go, who stumbles back a little bit, dizzy, breathless and a very dark red. I blink at that bit of information. I really didn’t need to know. “Aw look at you all embarrassed!” She grins, ruffling his hair, though he’s too confused to notice. “My work is done. See ya Shuuhei~” She waves and vanishes a second later. I shake my head, closing the door and placing my hands on Izuru’s shoulder to steady him.
“You ok?” I ask, pressing my lips against his forehead and straightening his hair a little. Izuru blinks, still blushing lightly, and nods.
“Yeah…but it was too squishy.” He mumbles, still a little dazed, making me laugh and shake my head.
“I’ll keep you away from the door next time, kay?” I ask, slipping an arm around his shoulders and he nods. “Now where were we?” He blushes but grins.
“I think here~” He murmurs pressing his lips to mine.
Rating: PG-13
Beta: live_with_love
Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine.
Pairing: Shuuhei/Izuru; mentioned, former one-sided Shuuhei/Rangiku
Warning/Spoilers: Slight AU. Spoilers for SS arc, Kira's history and more recent manga chapters.
Word Count: 1,384
Author's Notes: Written for Shuuhei's brithday at the shuukira comm using the prompt pillows and it's pure fluff. The reason this is up so early is that I'm going away on Sunday and won't be back until the saturday after Shuu's brithday. But I'll probably write more one-shots whilst I'm away because all the prompts wanted to be written XD I really shouldn't indulge Shuuhei especially if he keeps demanding first person *shakes head*
X-posted to shuukira
It had started with a snarky comment from Kira, no Izuru, about Rangiku-san. He seems to think I still like her. So of course I had grabbed the nearest object and chucked it at him; well it was only a pillow from one of my wooden chairs. The blonde hadn’t been expecting it, as was shown by the fact he couldn’t quite avoid it, and it bounced off the top of his head, landing on the floor behind him.
“Shuuhei! That’s dangerous!” He exclaims indignantly, not that he was particularly upset over it, probably only because it had mussed his hair a little.
“They’re soft, squidgy pillows; would you rather I throw a mug at you?” I ask, gesturing to the one I’d set on the work surface before chucking said pillow.
“They still have sharp, pointy corners.” He replies, turning away and sticking his nose in the air like he did whenever he was feigning distaste. I chuckle, it was infinitely cuter than he seemed to realise.
“Of course,” And I bow low before apologising. “I apologise for throwing a soft, sharp cornered object at you Izuru.” Switching to first names had seemed only natural after Karakura; if it weren’t for the blonde being from 4th division once upon a time Rangiku-san wouldn’t be here and I, along with Hinamori and Iba-san certainly wouldn’t have been able to get up and fight again. Hell, we’d have probably died in the end.
“That makes no sense.” Izuru grins, dropping his feigned expressions and laughing softly. I stick my tongue at him.
“You weren’t exactly making sense either.” I walk around the couch to pick up the pillow and plonk it on the blonde’s head before sitting down next to him with a grin.
“Honestly you can be very childish sometimes, ne?” He asks, removing the cushion and holding it in his arms. I just grin in reply.
“You know I have to be extremely professional all day; Muguruma-taichou has told me stories of Kuna-san’s antics…he says if I ever start acting like that he’ll have me transferred; tattoo or no.” The blonde laughs again, it’s beautiful and until about a month ago it had been extremely rare to non-existent.
“I highly doubt you could ever get as bad as Kuna-san.” Not that we’d seen her for awhile; not all of the…vaizard, I think they’d been calling themselves, rejoined the Gotei 13. Only taichou, Otoribashi-taichou and Yadoumaru-san. I was glad that Izuru finally seemed to have a decent captain, as far as I could tell at least. However, Muguruma-taichou assured me that after having Ichimaru as a captain, Otoribashi-taichou would do him a world of good. It seemed to be true, not that I’d ever doubt Muguruma-taichou of course but still, I guess it was more worried about Izuru than actual doubt.
“Shuuhei?!” I snap back to attention, distracted by the hand waving in front of my face.
“Yeah?” And Izuru smiles again, damnit he’s so cute, retracting his hand.
“You spaced out, are you alright?”
“Just thinking.” I grin back.
“I hope it didn’t hurt your brain too much~” I grab the pillow behind me and bring it down on his head. That was much more like the Izuru I’d known back at the academy. "Ow, Shuuhei you’re so mean.” Though he’s smiling and preparing to hit me with the pillow in his arms.
“And what are you gonna do about that?” I ask, jumping up from the couch before he can hit me. He falls flat on his stomach on the sofa, having over balanced, and looks up at me, un-amused. Izuru huffs and sits back up, just sitting there, pillow in his lap. “Um…Izuru?” He continues to ignore me and I step closer, which turned out to be a mistake. With fast reflexes his arms reach out and he whacks me in the chest with the pillow and then hits me on the head with it. “You little bastard!” I pounce forward, pinning the blonde back on the sofa, searching out ticklish spots that I used to know off by heart. He squirms when one of my hands brushes against his shoulder and I grin evilly. “Ah hah there it is~”
“Ack, no Shuuhei!” The blonde wriggles, trying to get away from the touch but he’s giggling too much to be able to shift me. “Ah - no stop, I’m sorry~” He giggles breathlessly and I do, moving my hands to rest on the sofa above each shoulder. I sigh, watching his flushed face as he breaths heavily.
“Honestly you really don’t know how cute you are, do you?” I grin before faltering, realising I’d said that out loud. Shit. But Izuru only blushes and looks away, mumbling that he’s not really. “Yes you are idiot.” And now I’m leaning closer and I really can’t stop myself. I twist my head so I can look at him. He’s still blushing, a little startled by my close proximity and nervous but he’s not moving away so I press forward, brushing our lips together. I gently nip at his bottom lip and he lets out a soft contented sigh, parting his lips, letting my tongue slide inside. One arm wraps around me, hand resting and brushing against my back, tracing the bumps of my spine as the other hand lies against my chest, fingers splayed and lightly stroking. I moan at the touches, I can’t help it, and swipe my tongue around his mouth, tasting the tea we’d had earlier and something warm and spicy that must be purely him. We part when the need for oxygen becomes too apparent and I grin down at him.
“Shuuhei?”
“Yeah Izuru?”
"I thought you liked Rangiku-san?” I laugh, kissing his cheek.
“Would I be kissing you if I still liked her that way?” I question back and shake my head, still smiling at him. “In case it wasn’t obvious I only like you that way.” I murmur, kissing his soft lips briefly. “And it’s good to see you smiling and laughing more often.” He blushes a dark red again but smiles anyway.
“Thank you.” He answers softly and he leans up, his lips pressing gently against mine. His kiss is soft and innocent before he draws back and kisses me again, more heatedly this time. Of course that would be the time when someone actually knocks on my door. I groan softly and pull away.
“Better go get that.” I clamber off the sofa, making sure not to accidentally hit him on the way. Opening the door, Rangiku-san starts to say hello before her expression changes into a grin; it’s never done me any good before, that look.
“Hi Shuuhei~ You’re looking quite scruffy…Izuru near by~” I splutter, blushing myself.
“Wh-what makes you say that?” She grins and then Izuru blows it by coming to stand next to me at the door.
“I knew it~” She squeals. “Aww you two are so cute~” Rangiku-san continues to gush. Izuru is blushing again next to me.
“H-Hi Rangiku-san - ah!” He squeaks as she pulls him into a very tight, long hug.
“What did I tell you about using san, Izu~?” She asks squeezing him tightly. Poor guy’s gotta be suffocating in there.
“Um…Rangiku? Izuru kinda needs to breathe…ya know?”
“Ah! I forgot~ Taichou’s really good at holding his breath now~” Rangiku grins, letting Izuru go, who stumbles back a little bit, dizzy, breathless and a very dark red. I blink at that bit of information. I really didn’t need to know. “Aw look at you all embarrassed!” She grins, ruffling his hair, though he’s too confused to notice. “My work is done. See ya Shuuhei~” She waves and vanishes a second later. I shake my head, closing the door and placing my hands on Izuru’s shoulder to steady him.
“You ok?” I ask, pressing my lips against his forehead and straightening his hair a little. Izuru blinks, still blushing lightly, and nods.
“Yeah…but it was too squishy.” He mumbles, still a little dazed, making me laugh and shake my head.
“I’ll keep you away from the door next time, kay?” I ask, slipping an arm around his shoulders and he nods. “Now where were we?” He blushes but grins.
“I think here~” He murmurs pressing his lips to mine.