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Eyeglass Cleaner
Title: Sneezes
Author: MusikVibe
Rating: R for language
Theme: 10) eye glasses cleaner
Summary: Ichigo is one wasteful mofo!
Warnings:
Disclaimer: I, MV, do not own or intend to steal the Bleach boys from the guy who created them.
Sneezes
“AAACHO!”
“HOLY SHIT! You should warn people before you sneeze; that’s fucking loud! I almost shit myself.” Ichigo screeches at his ill boyfriend, who’s at the moment, blowing his nose into a tissue.
“Ugh. I hate being sick. And do you ever stop talking?” Kicking the insensitive bastard at the end of the bed, Ishida coughs into the same tissue.
“Don’t hack up a lung, bitch. I’m sure I’ll be the one to clean it up since you’d probably be dead from it.” Folding his arms stubbornly, Ichigo glares at his better half.
“But you’d do it because you love me, right?”
“If that’s what you think...”
The archer lobs a pillow from behind him into the orange spikes of Ichigo’s head, effectively knocking him onto the floor. “You know what (hack)? You’re (cough) an insensitive bastard who’s afraid (sneeze) to show that....that....tHAACHOt you’re worried about someone in a way that could be comforting because you think you’ll look weak.”
“Damn you, Ishida and your decorative pillows!” After standing up from his upside down position on the floor, Ichigo walks to Ishida and pours more water into cup that Ishida has been using to get fluids. “Lean forward.” Then Ichigo promptly grabs Ishida’s head and shoves it forward and begins to climb into bed behind the ill Quincy, putting him between his legs and wrapping his arms around him.
“That hurt!” Leaning into the comforting embrace of the Shinigami, Ishida immediately forgives him for his many, many, many, many, numerous, countless amount of shortcomings.
“Don’t get too comfortable; I have to go home for dinner soon.”
“But I don’t want you to.” Ishida turns enough to pout up at Ichigo. “I’m sick. I should be taken care of by my oh-so-loving boyfriend.”
Unfortunately for Ichigo, Ishida’s pout is potent and could make him do just about anything next to killing himself for the Quincy. “But Yuzu is making my favorite food tonight.”
“Fine then, (cough cough) be a bastard and go home. You don’t love me; you’d rather see me suffer here by myself while you go eat tasty food and breathe without sounding like Darth Vader. What a selfish boyfriend I have!”
He doesn’t like it, not one bit. Ichigo just can’t let Ishida get away with trying to pull a guilt trip on him. “Fine, ok. Ok. I’ll stay then; I’ll just have Yuzu save me some for lunch tomorrow.”
A sly smile crawls onto Ishida’s face as he leans toward Ichigo, noting the particular scowl on his face. He really wants that food apparently. Suddenly, he lifts his chin and plants his lips hard against the other’s causing him to jolt away from the germ infested lips. Unfortunately, he jolts away so fast that he hits his head against the wall, dazing him momentarily.
“DON’T KISS ME WHEN YOU HAVE THE FLU! I’LL GET SICK JUST LIKE YOU!” Suddenly wiggling his nose, he sniffs.
Ishida can’t help but frown at that action. He’s seen it before when the other is about to sneeze. He turns around to grab the tissue box from his bedside table and the unmistakable sound of Ichigo sneezing is head.
“WAAACHOOO!” And the undeniable spray of sneeze juice flies and lands against his neck.
“EEEEGH! That’s gross, you idiot! Cover your face when you sneeze!” Ishida dramatically exclaims.
“Sorry. It didn’t quite make it, I guess.” Crawling from behind the now seething archer, Ichigo walks away from the bed.
Ishida sits in the cocoon of his linens, his body trembling in anger. “I suggest you run very, very far away. That was the most distasteful thing to ever happen to me.”
“Well then, I guess you don’t want me to stay and comfort my ‘precious boyfriend’”, he mockingly raises voice for the last part. At the door he slips on his sandals, smirking to himself; he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a little spray bottle. It says iGlass-Be-Clean. “Well then, I’ll guess I’ll leave.” Placing the iGlass-Be-Clean on the mail stand, Ichigo slips out of the apartment laughing quite manically.
Ishida looks at the bottle his boyfriend left and then it connects in his brain. Ichigo didn’t really sneeze on him.
Chucking pillow at the door, Ishida howls, “DAMN YOU ICHIG—ACHOO!”
Author: MusikVibe
Rating: R for language
Theme: 10) eye glasses cleaner
Summary: Ichigo is one wasteful mofo!
Warnings:
Disclaimer: I, MV, do not own or intend to steal the Bleach boys from the guy who created them.
Sneezes
“AAACHO!”
“HOLY SHIT! You should warn people before you sneeze; that’s fucking loud! I almost shit myself.” Ichigo screeches at his ill boyfriend, who’s at the moment, blowing his nose into a tissue.
“Ugh. I hate being sick. And do you ever stop talking?” Kicking the insensitive bastard at the end of the bed, Ishida coughs into the same tissue.
“Don’t hack up a lung, bitch. I’m sure I’ll be the one to clean it up since you’d probably be dead from it.” Folding his arms stubbornly, Ichigo glares at his better half.
“But you’d do it because you love me, right?”
“If that’s what you think...”
The archer lobs a pillow from behind him into the orange spikes of Ichigo’s head, effectively knocking him onto the floor. “You know what (hack)? You’re (cough) an insensitive bastard who’s afraid (sneeze) to show that....that....tHAACHOt you’re worried about someone in a way that could be comforting because you think you’ll look weak.”
“Damn you, Ishida and your decorative pillows!” After standing up from his upside down position on the floor, Ichigo walks to Ishida and pours more water into cup that Ishida has been using to get fluids. “Lean forward.” Then Ichigo promptly grabs Ishida’s head and shoves it forward and begins to climb into bed behind the ill Quincy, putting him between his legs and wrapping his arms around him.
“That hurt!” Leaning into the comforting embrace of the Shinigami, Ishida immediately forgives him for his many, many, many, many, numerous, countless amount of shortcomings.
“Don’t get too comfortable; I have to go home for dinner soon.”
“But I don’t want you to.” Ishida turns enough to pout up at Ichigo. “I’m sick. I should be taken care of by my oh-so-loving boyfriend.”
Unfortunately for Ichigo, Ishida’s pout is potent and could make him do just about anything next to killing himself for the Quincy. “But Yuzu is making my favorite food tonight.”
“Fine then, (cough cough) be a bastard and go home. You don’t love me; you’d rather see me suffer here by myself while you go eat tasty food and breathe without sounding like Darth Vader. What a selfish boyfriend I have!”
He doesn’t like it, not one bit. Ichigo just can’t let Ishida get away with trying to pull a guilt trip on him. “Fine, ok. Ok. I’ll stay then; I’ll just have Yuzu save me some for lunch tomorrow.”
A sly smile crawls onto Ishida’s face as he leans toward Ichigo, noting the particular scowl on his face. He really wants that food apparently. Suddenly, he lifts his chin and plants his lips hard against the other’s causing him to jolt away from the germ infested lips. Unfortunately, he jolts away so fast that he hits his head against the wall, dazing him momentarily.
“DON’T KISS ME WHEN YOU HAVE THE FLU! I’LL GET SICK JUST LIKE YOU!” Suddenly wiggling his nose, he sniffs.
Ishida can’t help but frown at that action. He’s seen it before when the other is about to sneeze. He turns around to grab the tissue box from his bedside table and the unmistakable sound of Ichigo sneezing is head.
“WAAACHOOO!” And the undeniable spray of sneeze juice flies and lands against his neck.
“EEEEGH! That’s gross, you idiot! Cover your face when you sneeze!” Ishida dramatically exclaims.
“Sorry. It didn’t quite make it, I guess.” Crawling from behind the now seething archer, Ichigo walks away from the bed.
Ishida sits in the cocoon of his linens, his body trembling in anger. “I suggest you run very, very far away. That was the most distasteful thing to ever happen to me.”
“Well then, I guess you don’t want me to stay and comfort my ‘precious boyfriend’”, he mockingly raises voice for the last part. At the door he slips on his sandals, smirking to himself; he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a little spray bottle. It says iGlass-Be-Clean. “Well then, I’ll guess I’ll leave.” Placing the iGlass-Be-Clean on the mail stand, Ichigo slips out of the apartment laughing quite manically.
Ishida looks at the bottle his boyfriend left and then it connects in his brain. Ichigo didn’t really sneeze on him.
Chucking pillow at the door, Ishida howls, “DAMN YOU ICHIG—ACHOO!”