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[kotonoba]

ISYT (Jushiro/F!Reader) Ch. 54

Second Battle, return of the Bankais.

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The second battle wasn’t a surprise but caught both of you. As Jushiro was in Mimihagi’s shrine praying, you sat within the shrine to negate sound & set up a barrier so no one would disturb him. It was already lovely enough that Jushiro allowed you to sit in with him because you supposed a shrine is quite a sacred place. 

As the battle took place, the captain's spiritual pressure dropped suddenly. It pained you to know you couldn’t help. You could, but you were about to break a law more significant than the one that bound Soul Society. You’d need all the energy you could save up. 

As Jushiro’s two third seats wanted to notify him of the significant changes in Soul Society, he cleared his throat at you & gave you a sad, pleading smile: " Can you?” 

It was rare for Jushiro to ask you favors; usually, you did them before he had the chance to ask. But not this time; this time, you were too late. Nodding gently, you placed a hand on the hilt of your Zanpakutou, & the other hand pointed at the doorway, “barrier.” 

Jushiro watched quietly when the Zanpakutou emitted a soft, ice-blue glow, & a barrier formed around the shrine, negating any noise & entry from others, “your Zanpakutou abilities are so pretty to look at, y/n.” 

You chuckled at his comment; it wasn’t a lie, but you didn’t precisely expose what your Zanpakutou could do. You kept most of the information to yourself, only exposing it as a supportive type of Zanpakutou; & a need to be offensive if the situation was dire. You didn’t exactly tell anyone that you’ve already achieved Bankai a while back in case of dire situations. 

You watched the landscape of Soul Society, a once beautiful place now painted in pure white. It reminded you of a once joyous place stripped bare of its flesh, leaving a white skeleton behind, almost like arrancars. 

Perhaps you weren’t aware of the time that passed, but Jushiro cleared his throat again to catch your attention, “can you dress me?” He smiled, but you anticipated him to say: <i>one last time</i>? 

You nodded, hurrying to his side to dress him. He usually doesn’t ask you to do things like this; it’s usually done when he yearns for your attention. As you were dressing him, & the battles raged loudly outside, you glanced at him only to see that he was watching you intently. "Shiro...” 

He gently touched your cheeks, pulling you into a loving kiss. Since the battle had begun, the two of you hadn’t kissed since you were so busy trying to figure out a solution for everyone. You leaned into the kiss, gripping his attire; it felt like a goodbye kiss, but it was a goodbye kiss in your eyes. “I love you, & depending on how the battle goes, it seems like I may have to sacrifice myself.” 

You knew well that he was going to say something like that. You even anticipated that. But hearing it still made you nauseous, & Jushiro did feel a sudden drop in your reiatsu from that. Quickly, he moved to hug you, almost as if desperately trying to hold you together, “I– I expected that; I just didn’t expect it to be this soon,” tears welled up in your eyes, burying against his neck. He tensed up when he noticed you were crying, “I thought we could pass together, not amid war.” 

You weren’t crying because he was going to sacrifice himself. You were crying, knowing that he was going to blame himself for what you did. No one but you & your Zanpakutou spirits knew what you planned to do in dire situations, “y/n, I love you, I never want to leave you, but if Soul Society is no more, then our family would be no more, this is something I have to do. I don’t wish it to happen, but, worst case scenario, I want you to be happy, & don’t blame yourself.” 

You nodded a little; it felt like the air from your lungs was sucked out by an unknown force; you choked a little as tears streamed down your face, “I love you too, so don’t blame yourself either, okay?” 

Although Jushiro does not understand what you meant by that, he will soon understand, & he will not be able to keep that promise.

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I ain't even gonna lie, writing these last few chapters stressed me out so much I've been having nightmares & sleepless nights. Only writing that sequel did it ease my stress a little bit. Sorry if you guys have stress & anxiety from reading it too. Not that I feel bad or anything, lol.

Aries' AO3

[kii-yan]

isyts past my bedtinme domnt tell nmy mkm lpease

[twilightarcade]

45 AND 100

2hat isytou PROBLEM

45- do you believe in fate?

i mean . If I'm going 2 be real with you I don't believe in much at all. I thinknits a fun concept yknow. Horribly opressiv but fun nonetheless. Like. I thinkbits neutral. Like. Well somethings gonna happen to me inevitably. What difference does it make if it was fate? Rhe fact remains that it happenedbyknow. Like fate is suppoed to be oh you can't change this but would it not take into account your actions leading up to that point ?? Don't really know how that's suppod to wirk really. I kinda think ofbit as "I predicted your future" lite in that it feels the same and is supposed to be some final thing but you'll always have some bitch trying to change jt. Then they do. I think it's a fun concept. You know what my fate is ? Me neither. So it doesn't really effext me eitherway. Guy whos faterd to die. Probably.

100- do you believe in something beyond death?

[chimeragirlpleopods]

I only know one pizza dough recipe but it's too...doughy..and I only know one failsafe technique to get good gold-browning (tomato sauce on borders)

I'm like theory crafting every time I try some places pizzas and it's like I isyt outright wish I knew what to fucking try

I've considered a more water to flour approach but then how do you hand knead that???? wet dough fucking sucks to knead man

[coelakanths]

Oh yeah I have no idea why I originally called you an Alex Kinnie, it's just fun now

WHAT TE FUCK YOU ISYT. KSUFHLSHDH

[rateelism]

Hey you. Yeah you, you wittle rat. I stan you. —🤖

SAYI HAI ISYT (I STAN YOU TOO)!!!!!!!

[soothingmusicstream]

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[shailidpatel]

Sigma Xi Showcase Abstract

The Conserved RNA-binding Protein Rbm24 Post-transcriptionally Controls Gene Expression in Early Eye and Lens Development 

Shaili Patel 

Laboratory: Dr. Salil Lachke 

University of Delaware 

Anophthalmia (no eye) and microphthalmia (small-eye) (A/M) are eye developmental defects affecting 2-6 in 30,000 live human-births. So far, only ~30 genes in humans, and several transcription and signaling-factors are linked to A/M. However, the role that post-transcriptional regulators, namely RNA-binding proteins (RBPs), play in A/M remains to be delineated. We used a bioinformatics tool, iSyTE, and predicted a new RBP, Rbm24. In non-ocular tissues, Rbm24 mediates distinct post-transcriptional control over target-mRNAs, impacting their stability, splicing, and translation. We find that in the eye, Rbm24 is expressed in both the developing retina and lens. Additionally, our initial analysis shows that Rbm24 germline-knockout mice (Rbm24GM/GM) exhibit A/M. However, the mechanism by which Rbm24 regulates eye-development is not fully understood. Therefore, I hypothesize that Rbm24 mediates post-transcriptional control of key-transcripts in early eye-development, disruption of which causes anophthalmia and/or microphthalmia. To understand this, I will investigate Rbm24 function in mouse and Xenopus eye-development by generating and characterize two independent Rbm24 conditional-knockout mouse models, specific to the optic-vesicle (Rbm24cKOov) and the lens (Rbm24cKOle) respectively. Further, I will develop and characterize Rbm24-Xenopus-knockdown model to evaluate the downstream-effectors of Rbm24 during development. Impact: Together these proposed experiments will uncover new regulatory-mechanisms of Rbm24-based control of key transcription-factors in addition to the molecular basis of the pathology of microphthalmia and anophthalmia resulting from Rbm24 deficiency in early eye-development. 

Funding: National Eye Institute

[kotonoba]

If I may ask is it a sad or happy ending 🥺🙏🙏

Oh, don't get me wrong, it's somewhat of a happy ending. But, i wouldn't say that Jushiro would agree w me. So I wrote a sequel for it.

[louisdumbbum-blog]

OKAY OKAY OKAY

Hi It's Rachel right now and I just wanted to say I'm SO sorry that I haven't updated my "I'll Save You Tonight." In SO long. My family has been having issues over the summer (My dad had a few surgries, family members dying.) and I've had to get ready for school but now I have a schedule so that I can update things more regularly. I have a list set up for everything I need to do and once I'm done writing this smutty one shot I will be updating ISYT and also me and Starr have started an RP that we'll be posting on here as a fanfiction :) Hope you guys aren't TOO upset with me. 

xxRachel

[kotonoba]

ISYT (Jushiro/F!Reader) Ch. 53

Heart-to-heart conversation with reader's Zanpakutou during the initial attack from the Wandenreich.

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You were with Jushiro when the first initial attack began. Pillars of light arose from the ground up, & that was what ticked off Jushiro that the battle had begun. The first thing he did was to put you in the safe house within the Ugendo. His priority was to keep you safe, & you understood that. But you also prayed for his safe return, as he said he’d return in one piece. 

You used what you learned to track his reiatsu, finding out that they absorbed the captain’s bankais—four bankais were taken. After that, it was prominent that the captains started to struggle. The most notable one you noticed initially was Rukia’s adopted brother. His reiatsu dwindled & danced on the tightrope. It was hardly noticeable, but he was still alive, just barely.

When Ichigo was announced to be coming to save Soul Society, there was doubt in your heart. Ichigo initially did beat Kuchiki-taichou, but he’s improved over the years; for someone to push the captain to the brink of death isn’t someone that Ichigo can easily win. Not to mention that it’s not just one enemy but a whole hoard of them. 

Worst-case scenarios began popping up in your mind; those you prayed weren’t real. All you could do was anchor down the fact that you could feel Jushiro’s reiatsu. Although he felt stressed, he wasn’t in any danger. 

“Stress is bad for the baby,” you glanced up from your praying position. It was your Zanpakutou spirit that happened to solidify beside you to keep you calm, “he’s not going to be in danger in this battle. But…” he glanced over at you, “you already knew that, isn’t that right? After all, you rushed to achieve bankai without anyone knowing, spiked up your reiatsu, yet hid yourself as one of the weakest soul reapers in Soul Society so no one would be suspicious if something bad happened.” 

You relaxed when your Zanpakutou stated that it wasn’t this battle that caused you this haunting feeling. If not this, then eventually. Perhaps you did prepare correctly, then, "Maybe. Maybe I truly am the manipulator, hm?” 

Your spirit laughed, lying on the ground at that comment: " Are you still planning to go against the Natural Law for your husband if something were to happen?” 

You gave him a sad smile, “yes.” 

“Those who go against the Natural Law get sent to Hell. You won’t be able to escape your fate anymore. You won’t get to stay with him. Are you sure that’s wise?” It sounded like he was trying to convince you not to do it. But you were as stubborn as an ox. 

“Yes, I can’t live without him. I would give him my life because he gave me his & gave me a happy family that I never thought I would be able to achieve,” you continued tracking the reiatsu. Before you could continue talking, you felt the air dry up. This must be the head captain’s bankai. It’s a dangerous bankai, but you could also feel that Jushiro was not in harm’s way, which was good enough for you. 

“You know, if you wanted, you could command me to kill the Quincies. That would also be going against the Natural Law, but you might be able to stay with your husband that way,” your spirit teased, using its reiatsu to block out the suffocating one. 

“But that would make the Ukitake clan come out as a villain; housing such power without telling Central 46 is a crime. He has already stood trial so many times. I don’t wish that on him. Sacrificing myself would be a safer option if anything were to go awry,” you whispered, your hand on your abdomen, “sacrificing our child & I is a sin I’m willing to take. A title I’m willing to bear to Hell..” 

“Child killer? You’d be notorious in Hell!” he laughed, & you laughed a little with him, too. 

“That’s a terrible thing to say, I wouldn’t say ‘child killer.’ But a killer for sure,” you hugged your knees close to your chest when you felt the disappearance of the Head Captain’s reiatsu. A tear streamed down your eyes, “I guess the peacefulness that Jushiro & I prayed for just doesn’t last long enough. The rise of a new era.” 

Your spirit hummed at that comment. Tracking the reiatsu was like watching the battle through a screen. You get detached from the actions & death, but they affect you significantly because these were the people you lived & worked with. 

“It seems like the battle has ended, & your husband is safe,” your spirit hummed, closing its eyes. You’re always surprised that he can solidify in a more humanoid form whenever he pleases, though you weren’t against him doing so. But this is going to be one bloody war. I hope you’re prepared.” 

You couldn’t respond quickly enough; he left on his own free will. You sat in silence, waiting for your husband to return. & return he did, but he seemed exhausted. You saw the stress & exhaustion leave the moment you went over to embrace him, “I’m home… I–” 

“It’s okay. I know a lot has happened,” you whispered. You wanted to help him relax first. 

“I’m just glad you’re safe.”

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Aries' AO3

[kotonoba]

ISYT (Jushiro/F!Reader) Ch. 50

7 more chapters before the end! The sequel has about 10 chapters written for it so I would have a more steady schedule on it.

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“Hey, Shiro?” you whispered to him, as he was so focused on his paperwork for once. You ran your hands through his hair to catch his attention, and that worked wonders. He looked up from his work & smiled, pulling your hand down to his lips to kiss it gently. 

“What is it, love?” After kissing your fingers, he places your hand on his cheeks, smiling lovingly at you. Lately, he’s been swooning over you a lot. Though you’re not against it, you found it a bit endearing. 

“I think Rukia-chan would be more suitable as a lieutenant than I would. She did a lot in the recent battle, & she has improved over the years, no?” You questioned him, and you could tell he didn’t quite like moving you out of the lieutenant spot, & having you as his lieutenant replacement allowed him to keep you by his side. It was kind of an excuse for him. “I can tell you’re against it, but I wouldn’t leave your division either, I’ll stay, seated officer or not. I’ll still stay with you during working hours if you prefer that. But I think having Rukia-chan as your lieutenant would benefit you & her as well.” 

Jushiro seemed hesitant before pulling you onto his lap, resting his head on your shoulders, & pouting a little: “I was thinking about that a few days ago. I wasn’t sure how to approach you about it, but at the same time, I enjoy having you as my lieutenant, too, although the title was never permanent since you didn’t want it to be permanent. But it made my working hours a lot easier.” 

“I mean, if you’ve thought about it, I think you should promote her. I’m all for this decision, you know?” You grinned, trying to alleviate the stress in his heart. He hummed thoughtfully, tightening his embrace around you. “If need be, I can still help you with your work while she gets accustomed to the position.” 

Jushiro nodded, but he was still pouting. It took him a second before he asked what was plaguing his mind, “what made you bring this up initially? Tell me the truth. Is it because working for me is hard? Or, are you getting tired of seeing me, y/n?” 

That took you by surprise, it wasn’t any of those “no, no, of course not. If I could, I’d be happy to be attached to you by your hips.” You laughed, that earned a hearty laugh from him too, “I just think I’m too weak for this position; I’m not quite a fighter, nor am I much of a healer. I can’t support you in any way unless it’s in the sense of supporting your healing, I just feel like…” you sighed a little, you could feel Jushiro’s rising temper as you spoke, “I just feel like I’m getting in your way, call me a coward if you want. But I would rather not hear you say that I’m getting in your way or you need more effort from me. So, I'd rather back out before you say something like that.” 

Jushiro sighed, combing his hands through his hair before looking back at you again, “I don’t think you’re getting in my way. I know you’re doing your best, & I think it’s more than enough. You’ve been a great emotional support to me, & it makes me look forward to working, even if it’s…” he eyes his paperwork. Your eyes follow him to it before laughing at his insinuation, “Yeah, if I could, I’d want both of you to be my lieutenant.” 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, ‘Shiro,” he raised his brows at you, almost as if asking you to elaborate, “for one, she may be adopted into the Kuchiki clan, but she is still a Kuchiki, I am a commoner born, married into this family, sharing a position with her would be a slap in the face for the Kuchiki clan, I rather not put your family through that ordeal. I know you don’t think that way, but I'd rather not have rumors spread about riding your coattail & whatnot. We’ve already been through that once; I don’t want it to happen again.” 

“I understand where you’re coming from, & I respect the choices you made, but I will say my love,” he pulled you into a gentle kiss, “birth status doesn’t matter to me, & you should know that. What I want to do with my position as captain is reserved to me. If someone wants to talk badly about it, they’ll be hearing from me too,” him saying that gave you a sense of reassurance. “But, I will nominate Kuchiki-san as my lieutenant; I would rather you stay with me & focus on building a family with me,” he grins, placing a hand on your abdomen. 

You felt yourself heat up as a pout formed playfully on you, “I can’t keep up with your stamina…” 

Jushiro laughed, placing another kiss on you, this time to your neck, “do your best.”

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Aries' AO3

[kotonoba]

ISYT (Jushiro/F!Reader) Ch. 52

First Division Lieutenant’s death

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“Shiro!” you exclaimed happily, bolting over to hug him, which he embraced with a light-hearted chuckle. “I have something exciting to tell you!” 

“Oh? Hardly any news gets you this excited. What is it?” Jushiro smiled, sitting down with you in the comfy embrace of his Ugendo, “you’re finally willing to share the lieutenant spot with Kuchiki-san?” 

You seemed slightly offended by his suggestion, “Is she not enough for you? I thought she was doing great!” 

“She is, but I prefer seeing you every second of my life,” you laughed a little with him. The two of you have been trying to conceive for quite some time. So, this news might hit him pretty well.

“We succeeded,” you smiled. For a second, Jushiro had a confused look plastered on his face, asking you to elaborate, “I’m expecting!” 

It took him a minute or two before happiness burst onto his features. " Really!?” You nodded quickly, embracing him soon in response. His joy was rolling off of him in waves. “Let’s start thinking of names, for a boy we should—" That happiness was cut short when a message rolled around for a funeral service for the First Division’s Lieutenant.

Joy was immediately replaced by horror on Jushiro’s face. You gasped audibly. He was such a lovely gentleman. The two of you didn’t talk, but he always looked out for you when he did talk. It was as if the wind had stopped blowing on this lovely summer day. 

“Should I–” 

“No, stay here; I’ll attend,” Jushiro furrowed his brow. You didn’t like seeing him like that. Stress was terrible for his health, & stress was something you didn’t want to see him have. “I’ll be back soon,” he says.

He said he’d be back soon but was gone for hours. Not even Kaien’s funeral service lasted this long. However, this was the first division’s lieutenant. That man’s been around since forever ago. As far as you can remember, even as you joined the academy, he was already the lieutenant. 

Jushiro returned a few hours later, distraught & painting his features. You looked up at him, & he immediately went to embrace you. His body felt cold; something terrible must have happened. 

Before you could say anything, he whispered, “We’re preparing war against the Quincies.” His embrace around you tightened. You know he despised conflict. Living in a society where conflict didn’t occur was his ideal place. “I don’t…” he bit his lower lips, “I don’t want anything to happen to you & our baby, so I don’t want you to attend.” 

“But–”

“No, now’s not the time for you to argue,” Jushiro pulled away from the hug. His eyes were filled with anger, sadness, & anxiety. “I can’t lose you,” his nails dug into your shoulders. You caved and nodded to his plea. You knew that this was an argument you couldn’t win against him. 

“Alright.” 

Jushiro nodded, holding you tightly, “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

How you wish that peace could last forever. Now, all you hope is that he comes back home safely.

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OMG, I forgot to mention, they're expecting twins, not just 1 kid.

Aries' AO3

[kotonoba]

ISYT (Jushiro/F!Reader) Ch. 48.5

Also in Jushiro's POV - "Imperfections of a Loving Husband"

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“I remember you,” a voice cold as eyes, under the moonlit skies, chocolate brown eyes once warm turned ice cold. A temperature foreign to his lover who was always at the receiving end of endless affection. Just tonight, she didn’t recognize him, a man who was known to be a ball of positivity. Despite his sickly body, he was always smiling & trying to make others feel better. Just tonight, he was completely different.

She stood a few feet behind him because he requested that she lead him to the man who left ligature marks on her neck while he was away. If not for her clever & quick-witted personality, a Zanpakutou spirit who was overly protective of his master, who knows what would have happened? 

She peered from behind her husband, whose eyes were cold as ice, sharp as a dagger, his spiritual pressure; she did not feel it, though, it is safe to say that it must be suffocating. 

Before anything began, what surprised her was the sudden shift in her husband to turn his attention back to her; the cold air subsided as he saw her, now it was nothing but a warm summer breeze, “my love, can you wait for me back at home? I’ll be home soon, I don’t want you to see what I’m about to do, I don’t–” he trailed off, “I don’t–” he couldn’t say it. 

But instead of forcing her husband to say what he didn’t want to say, she responded with a warm smile, approaching him slowly, placing a hand to his cheek gently, “okay, you don’t have to force yourself.” She smiled; Jushiro was always grateful for his lover, but now more than ever. “Come home soon, okay? Don’t get hurt,” she smiled, he was easily seduced by her intoxicatingly sweet voice & hummed out an agreement to her statement. It seemed she liked that, enough to pull him into a gentle kiss, leaving him wanting more. But that was also cut short when she pulled away, bidding him farewell & returning back to their humble abode. 

Yearningly, he watched her leave, it was midnight. He should have been in bed with his wife, fast asleep, looking forward to the next day, but he’ll do that later. A quick pivot, the warmness quickly left his eyes, replacing with the same cold demeanor that didn’t suit the warm-hearted captain. 

“Where were we before I was sucked away in a dream?” Jushiro chuckled softly, but it wasn’t light-hearted, it was filled with rage, “ah! I remember. I remember you. A nobody. A nobody pestering my wife days before the battle over something so miniscule an ant could have solved the issue, yet, you had the audacity to take away her time,” eyes cold as ice, spiritual pressure as heavy as ten million wronged souls, his words & tone as venomous as a viper. He was enraged. This was the side he didn’t want to show his lover. He wanted her to live a sheltered, affectionate life, unaware of the world's harshness. Yet, she’s met every indecency of man. 

The man before him struggled to speak, but he had left the spiritual pressure bounds that his wife’s Zanpakutou tied him down in & a gag in place so he couldn’t scream. The man stopped struggling when he saw a shift in the captain’s voice & appearance, almost as if he became a different man, different from all the rumors of him being the most likable captain.

Chocolate-brown eyes filled with rage & jealousy; a chuckle left his lips, desperation painting his features; the once friendly captain became a depraved lover, “love is blind, they say; I never understood what that meant until today,” he pulled out a dagger laced with poison visible to the human eye, “I’m so glad it’s the dead of night, your screams, will not be heard, you will not be remembered,” he laughed gently, malice lingering in the air as he tossed his haori far off to the side so it wouldn’t be dirty, “I will not be caught.” 

The squirming of pain, muffled screams by a gag, & spiritual pressure spiking for help were all covered by the coldness of the captain’s spiritual pressure, motivated by pure revenge. A slice here, a slice there, a jab, a stab, watching the fresh red blood trickle from each wound until each wound began to bleed black. The poison was slow, but it was a common household thing. 

“How dare you,” Jushiro muttered, his rage had not subsided, “how dare you lay your hands on my wife,” a stab straight into the man’s thighs, reigniting his will to scream. Still, it was muffled again, “how dare you mark her delicate body with a strangle marking? Who, pray tell,” he whispered as he pulled the dagger out, pressing it up against the man’s neck. In this position, he used his spiritual pressure to pressure the soul reaper onto the ground. The eyes of an enraged man, a loving yet jealous husband, jealous that some stranger was near his loving wife while he fought to attend, “who do you think you are to be anywhere close to her?” He hated playing the noble card; he never believed in status, but he was willing to drop so low for his wife. 

The blade began to draw blood, & more & more black blood flowed out, “may you be cursed & find your way to a land in between life & death if you are ever to be reborn.” It was his way to bid the man farewell; as the man’s life slipped away, the last vision he had of the captain was the eyes of those who belittle others for being powerless, the blade in his hands disintegrated, “no one will know what happened tonight, but I.”  Jushiro dealt with the body swiftly; he left it in the Rukon districts & staged it as a wildfire, watching the body turn to ashes before scattering everywhere else, where it wouldn’t raise suspicion. “What a sinful thing love is,” he muttered to himself, returning to pick up his haori, & returning to their sweet home where his wife was waiting for him with a smile, but I don’t regret it. “I’m home.”

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It might be a little out of character of him, but I believe if someone loves their significant other enough, they would have a side they wouldn't ever want to show their lover. Also, if he's willing to manipulate Ichigo by giving him the substitute shinigami badge in canon & intentionally tricked him saying it's a pass, I'm sure he'd have a devious side to him.

Aries' AO3

[kotonoba]

ISYT (Jushiro/F!Reader) Ch. 47

NGL, I almost lost count.

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As you rushed to the battlefield, your endeavors may have taken longer than expected. The fight had already started. You slipped through the barrier, which may have caught your husband's attention because he glanced in your direction & furrowed his brows. You hid in the exterior of the building, occasionally peering out to ensure you weren’t caught. 

You were pleased with yourself until you felt a drop in spiritual pressure from your husband & quite literally a drop, as you heard as his body landed flat on the; a hole pierced through his chest. You were ready to bolt to him, but even as he was severely wounded, he glared in your direction, telling you to stay down. 

So you did, until the sudden arrival of the former captains & lieutenants; vizards is what they called themselves. The former eighth division lieutenant spotted you & ushered you closer, knowing you were only there for your husband. “Heal him, but don’t hurt yourself,” she said as she proceeded to harm the eighth-division captain.

As speechless as you were, you weren’t too surprised that he sat up & gave you a disapproving shake before ushering you to heal your husband. 

You placed your husband’s head on your lap; as far as you’re concerned, he has lost minimal blood because his body has already started healing. Since he's begun healing, you opted against using your healing shikai ability; you just aided with what you learned from the Fourth Division. Perhaps it was from the pain that your husband had faded out of consciousness temporarily. You watched the fights above while you assisted in healing your husband. 

After they started to drop, you looked away & focused on your husband. Everything was a blur as it had happened so fast. Aizen truly transcended & manipulated the captains. As Ichigo appeared, it seemed like a weight of pressure lifted, but not enough to be manipulated once more. 

Perhaps a fight had occurred, but you decided to ignore it, only focusing your eyes on your husband, who lay there motionlessly. However, the creature in your husband had already begun healing him. You wanted to ease the healing so he wouldn’t be as tired afterward; you aided in the healing process. 

Who knows how much time has passed? By the time you came to, your husband had stopped your healing, “what happened? Why are you here? What–” it seems that the mark on your neck caught his attention, “who dares?” Voice cold as ice, & you glanced at him tirelessly; guilt riddled his face as he gritted his teeth. But you didn’t have time to respond. Your spiritual pressure dwindled so fast after using most of it to protect yourself & to heal him that you ended up passing out.

The next time you came to, it was that evening, your husband sat by you, reading over paperwork, & you touched your neck to feel bandages. As you turned towards him, he glanced over & immediately helped you up, “you gave me quite the scare, my love.” His voice shook. You’ve heard it once when you were a soul dwindling between the world of the living & the world of the dead, just before you were sent to Soul Society. He quickly embraced you, gripping your clothes, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help you,” he whispered. 

You had a feeling he would feel guilty about it, and it probably didn’t help when you passed out on him, which perhaps put him on overdrive immediately after the battle. You knew he always acted tough, so he probably acted tough in front of others, which would be equally as draining as he also worried about you, “I’m okay, it’s okay, ‘Shiro,” you whispered gently. 

His embrace around you only tightened as you tried to ease his worries, “it’s not; I should have been aware that something like this would happen. I was careless,” you didn’t like hearing him blame himself. No one could have suspected something like this would happen. He pulled back from the hug, his eyes were riddled with guilt, “I–”

“No, it was not your fault that someone attempted to make advances while you were away,” you tried to defend, but his guilt shifted to confusion before it evolved to anger. You realized then that Jushiro probably thought someone wanted to kill you instead of assaulting you. 

There was a moment of silence as you felt his spiritual pressure pulsate through your body as if checking for further signs of damage. A look of relief washed over his face, & you smiled a little seeing that. “Can you tell me what happened?” He whispered, leaning in to place a loving kiss on your lips. 

Perhaps he was putting a spell on you because you didn’t want to trigger him, but after the kiss, you could only nod as you spoke. You felt his gentle kisses trail from your lips down to your neck. With a light tug on the bandages, loosening the wrapping, you thought him lick & bite your neck as you spoke of your experience.

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ISYT (Jushiro/Fem!Reader) Ch. 42

Please do not read in public.

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Halloween was still quite a foreign concept to Soul Society. Especially following Aizen's betrayal, many people were looking for ways to distract themselves. You didn't blame them, and you would be too if the man didn't nearly kill you for getting curious. From what you've experienced before, Halloween is more of a "trick or treat" costume thing that kids enjoy celebrating. You've also heard from your human peers while you resided there that it's when the lines between the living and the dead get a little murky. 

The way Soul Society viewed Halloween was another reason to have a get-together and a party. But that party didn't include you. And you found out the hard way. 

There was a knock on the screen door of the Ugendo; you opened it expecting it to be your husband returning from his numerous meetings since the betrayal of Aizen. But an orange-haired woman greeted you; you've seen her around; she drinks a lot. 

"Matsumoto-san…?" You pondered a little. Did you get her name right, at least? You kept to yourself a lot ever since the incident where people thought you were using Jushiro to climb the ranks. This wasn't the case, but no one tried to understand anything, and you didn't bother to explain further. So, what was left was a huge misunderstanding. Jushiro did try to explain it to everyone, but you've given up on interacting with your peers. You've often kept to yourself. Today was one of those days. 

"Ah, yeah. I'm here to invite you to Ukitake-taichou for the Halloween party. Can you give it to him when he's back?" She handed an orange envelope with a black bat seal to it to you, and you glanced at it: 'invitation for Jushiro Ukitake for Soul Society's first Halloween party.'

A bitter smile painted on your face for a second before masking it with a more joyous one, "of course! He'll be ecstatic to see this. Is there anything he needs to do before joining? Does he need to bring anything?"

"Preferably in costume, but we can provide if he doesn't have one. Everything is written on the invitation for the… you know," she looked a little uncomfortable as she pointed to the envelope. You knew it was an invite-only party; you were omitted, but you wanted her to say it. You nodded, waiting for her to continue, "invite-only party." 

You smiled, "okay, thanks. Enjoy!" Watching her leave hurriedly, you closed the door quickly, placing the envelope on the table to greet Jushiro's return. 

You needed a drink after that interaction. It was uncomfortable for the two of you. 

You wandered into the kitchen, grabbed a small glass cup, and poured homemade rice wine. It's been fermenting for a bit, and you could already smell that it's gotten exponentially more alcoholic since the last time you tried. 

You took a sip from the cup and cringed at the sharp spike of alcohol down your throat. You were not a lightweight. But you don't drink that often, so it surprises you now and again. 

You hid your rice wine in a secluded, dark corner of the kitchen and kept the glass full with you back to your shared room with your husband. Take a sip now and again as you read through your paperwork to revise it. You perked up a little when you heard the doors slide open, and your husband was home. But, a sense of dread drowns your enthusiasm as you recall a party that specifically excluded you from it. You shook your head and focused on the report in front of you.

"Y/n? What's this envelope for?" Your husband called in your general direction. 

"Invitation to a Halloween party. Everything you need is listed in the envelope already, or at least that's what Matsumoto-san said," you tried not to sound irked, but you felt your body heat up at the mention of the lieutenant's name. 

You blamed it on the alcohol. 

The door closes, and you assume it is Jushiro leaving for the party, but what surprised you was that the bedroom door was slid open, then closed; a breeze brushed by the nape of your neck before you were met by the cool embrace of your husband, still in his haori. 

You glanced over your shoulders as he rested his chin on your shoulders, "yes, 'Shiro?"

"I'm not going," he says childishly as he sits on the ground with you, pulling you onto his lap, "I'm not interested in going to a party that doesn't involve my wife." As you were ready to retort to him, a kiss on the neck met you, "I've been waiting to spend time with you all day. No way you'll kick me out of here to spend time with people I've seen all day."

You laughed a bit, "if you say so, but tonight is Halloween, wouldn't you be missing out?"

"No," his embrace tightened around you more; it seemed he'd had a stressful day with how clingy he was getting. You noticed his pout before it was replaced by curiosity. Taking your cup of rice wine in his hands and sniffing it a little, "I thought I smelled alcohol. When did you start drinking it? Is Shunsui a bad influence on you?"

You shook your head, "this is homemade. I suddenly remembered I made some and haven't finished it, so I might as well start again. Plus, it keeps me warm on such a cool evening today." That was half true, and it was more or less that you were trying to drown your sense of dread. 

"It's strong," Jushiro said, but he returned for another sip.

"And you're not stopping," you pointed out. 

"Well, I thought it was rather cold tonight as well. Might as well warm up a little," he says, setting down the half-empty cup. He drinks more than you ever would. Honestly, you would drink yourself to bed if he attended that party. 

"Have you warmed a little?" You questioned him. His cheeks were getting flushed, and he might be a lightweight. 

"Mhm… what are you doing, love?" His hands began to wander, slipping into your attire, meeting your warm belly with his cool hands.

That earned an airy laugh from you, "that's cold!" You bared your neck when you felt him nuzzling into your nape for a kiss, "I'm proofreading the reports ahead of time for you. That way, you have less work in the mor– ah!" Your surprised yelp came from his hands trailing down your belly, past your waist, and slipping to your wetness to massage your clit gently.

"Instead of alcohol, why don't we warm each other up, love? We haven't done it in a while," his voice purred against your neck; kisses turned into soft nibbles as he rubbed circles onto your clit. Your body tensed up quickly; it was a progression you didn't expect from him. Usually, he'd ask for consent repeatedly instead of doing it while suggesting it. 

"Y-you've already started; you don't have to ask.." you breathed softly. Your breathing quickens as his rubbing quickens. You jolted in his touch when his middle finger slid up and down your clit, heating your core quickly. 

"Relax, or you won't last long enough," his nibbles turned into a sloppy lick. You gripped his sleeves quickly, and it wasn't like you weren't trying to tense up. Like he's said, you two haven't done it in a while, so it was easy for you to melt under his touch. Especially when you could feel him harden behind you, pressing up against you. You two were equally as turned on. 

You have the alcohol to thank for that. It's not rare that Jushiro gets horny, it's just that he doesn't act on it because he tries to be "considerate." 

Jushiro noticed you had quickly shut your legs, grinning against your neck. He moved his free hand to separate your legs before rubbing roughly and speedily up and down your clit. 

Your core flooded with warmth, your vision turned white, your ears heated up, and you twitched against his hold. But even after your climax, he didn't let up his rubbing. Sure, he's slowed down, but he's continuing. Now, he uses his legs to anchor yours open, freeing his free hand to expose your body, freeing it from your clothes and your bindings against your chest.

"Look," he called for your attention, moving to nibble at your ear, flicking his gaze from your exposed body to the mirror before you two. 

You never understood the reason for that mirror to be there. You thought it was for decor. Until now, your face deepened in hue to see your body wholly exposed and reflected in the mirror, "'Shiro-" you were cut off by your moans. You saw his rubbing quicken in pace again. You came not long ago, and he wasn't letting you rest, "I-" he cut you off this time. 

"You have such a nice body, y/n," he purred; you eyed the mirror. You knew he was drunk, but you felt this was liquid courage, not a drunken one-time conversation. "You don't have to worry about me leaving you," he whispered, his free hand finding a way to grope your breast, his index finger drawing circles on your nipples. "I should be worried that you'd leave me instead," he whispered, feeling your body tense up under his touch again; he couldn't help but chuckle. Quickening his pace to a sickeningly quick one. 

You tried to hold on but curled slightly into his pacing and came again. But he wasn't letting up. He pressed your body back up against his once more. Now slip his middle finger and his ring finger from your clit and down to your slit. Rubbing the soaked area gently while his free hand still fondled your breast, "let me smother you with attention tonight," he grinned a little to see your cheeks all flushed and panting against him.

"'Shiro, I-" you yelped when you felt his slender fingers slip into your slit. He didn't offer you time to rest as he began pushing his fingers in and out of you.

"Yes?" He hummed sweetly, moving the free hand from your breast and down to your clit, once again stimulating your clit with one hand while the other worked on stretching you. 

"Ngh… let me rest, 'Shiro," you whined, hands on his sleeves to try to pull them away. 

"Mmm… no, I want to see you come undone for me," he teased; it was easy for that to happen. Persistence was the key to everything, after all. "So, what were you trying to say before, y/n?" 

Your moans grew louder as the stimulation began to overwhelm you. You eyed the mirror to see what he was doing; rubbing fast circles on your clit while thrusting in and out of your slit slowly wasn't helping your case, "'Shiro, I-I would never leave you.. I–!" your breath hitched once again, tightening against his fingers to climax once more. 

Jushiro paused; you took this precious few moments to catch your breath, "you won't?" He sounded uncertain.

You shook your head. 

"But I'm–"

You cut him off. The alcohol not only gave him liquid courage. But it also dragged out his deepest fears, "I don't care, I love everything about you, your sickness doesn't define you, 'Shiro." 

There was a moment of silence before he buried his face against your neck again; you felt him harden even more, and as you were about to comment something snarky about it, his rubbing and thrusting continued. This time, both were erratically fast. That shut you up for good, and incoherent moans left your mouth as your toes curled at the intensity; your clit couldn't handle that much attention in that short amount of time. You felt tears form in your eyes. 

"Ah, fuck, I know you're telling the truth, y/n. Hearing it makes me want to eat you up," you panted heavily, curling into his pace again, "I hope you're ready for a long night." He purred, watching you climax once more. 

"L-let me rest for a bit," you whispered between spasms; even with him pulling his fingers out of you, you jolted to that. Your eyes felt heavy, but sleep wasn't on Jushiro’s mind when he laid you on your shared futon, on your back. 

He kissed your lips gently like a summer breeze, trailing ghost kisses from your lips to your neck, down your breast, around the curves of your body, down your waist, scooting himself between your legs. His hands pressed against your inner thighs as he placed butterfly kisses on them. Your body shook in anticipation as you tirelessly peered downwards a bit. His soft but ravenous gaze met yours; he held your eye contact boldly before spreading your cunt open to kiss your clit softly before diving in to grind his tongue against the bundle of nerves. 

Your body jolted at the intensity once more; you gripped the futon tightly as a moan escaped your mouth breathlessly. He didn't give you time to react when he shoved his fingers back into your cunt. You came not long ago only to be met by the cruelty of his pacing once more; it was like a blissful torture to your clit. On one hand, it was the attention you craved; on the other, it was a constant attack on your nerves. He was sending shockwaves of pleasure up your spine. You tried to close the gap between your legs, but his hand held it down for good, exposing your crying cunt to the assault.

You applaud him for his technique if only you weren't repeatedly attacked at the same spot, and you weren't overly sensitive that even the lightest of touch made you scream his name. You arched your back once more. The overstimulation of the lower half of your body made you cum once more. Your body shuddered as he pulled away, now reaching to undo his attire, exposing his cock. You shuddered at the sight, and last you recalled, he wasn't that big. 

"...won't fit, 'Shiro," you whispered, watching lather up his cock with your juices. He flushed at your comment as he knelt closer, hands guiding his member to your entrance. 

"You'll find a way," he grinned, pushing the tip into your cunt; your toes curled. You were already too sensitive. His hands found their way to your legs, separating them from his slender body. He knew you were overly sensitive from his repeated onslaught to your clit, but that didn't make him any less eager as he pushed into you as gently as he could control himself. Watching your eyes widen at each inch thrust in. Your mouth gaped open; your head tilted back as he bottomed out on you. He was giving you time to adjust. 

“You okay, love?” 

You nodded, teary-eyed, but you were doing your best. There were soothing gestures that Jushiro did that always calmed you down: a kiss on the forehead, a caress of your cheeks to reassure you that everything was okay. And that he did, as he noticed your breathing steadied. 

He smiled gently, “I will move now, love.” 

He warned you, though it wasn’t much of a warning as you barely recovered from being overly sensitive. With each thrust, you moaned and whined in between, tears flooding your eyes with pleasure that he could tell. Despite his body heating up from the alcohol, as far as you’re concerned, his movements didn’t show that he was anywhere near being drunk. 

Your toes curled, nails digging into his shoulders, and your breath hitched. You were close to your breaking point again. But you <i>knew</i>, this was your breaking point, and you did your best to hold back in the heat threatening to overpower your core. 

“You’re doing good,” he whispered, his smooth voice trembling, hinting at his lackluster momentum; although fast, he did not last long, hence why his foreplay was so long. At least, that’s what you think for now. 

You pulled him into a desperate kiss, spotting his reddened-tipped ears from your blurred vision; you could tell that your attention overstimulated him. It made you proud, so proud that you lost focus, reaching your breaking point quickly, climaxing, tightening your walls around his cock. Perhaps your tightening around him aroused him further; a few more thrusts caused him to bottom out in you, releasing his load into you. 

As to what happened next, you couldn’t recall; your stamina gave in as it pulled you from your consciousness and into a deep slumber. The last you remember was Jushiro whispering he loved you before you passed out.

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Don't expect me to write too much smut; I'm not a fan of writing them because I don't think I'm good at describing them in a smutty way. I'm more of someone who likes to describe feelings above anything.

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