I wanted to write something about Bleach since I’ve been binge reading it (currently on chap. 327!!!!). Reader is gender neutral! (Also should I start adding headers to my writings? Lmk!!)
CW: minor language & suggestive, but mostly fluff
It was freezing.
Curse your landlord for putting off fixing your heat. You bet he was sleeping just fine with his working heat, while you were literally shivering in your own sheets. You set your alarm an hour early just so you have enough time to make a scene in his office, sleep schedule be damned.
You turned over to face Grimmjow, who looked so peaceful. You were not only jealous of him being able to rest comfortably, but able to still look like a model while doing so. No goosebumps littering his skin, soft breaths escaping his lips— that should be you right now. Not freezing your cheeks off.
“You plan on glaring at me all night?”
“Sorry.” You didn’t catch that you were staring that hard at your partner. There was still a lot of things that Grimmjow didn’t understand about the human world or about humans in general— but a scowl was universal. It made sense that he would feel it, given his nature. “You didn’t do anything. I’m just trying to figure out ways to curse my landlord.”
He cracked open one eye, the blue seemingly glowing in the dark. “Do I need to kill him?”
“Absolutely not.” You didn’t want your landlord dying— the rent was cheap, his wife was sweet when you would bump into her, and he wasn’t a totally horrible person. He was just on your shit list at the moment. “It’s bad enough that they already think my apartment is haunted. I’ll probably be the first person they question.”
Grimmjow scoffed, “I bet it would stop you from shakin’ the damn bed.”
“Hey!” You sat up, the covers falling off of you. “I wasn’t shaking the bed on purpose!” It seemed like you had more goosebumps without them, quickly reaching to wrap it back around you. “Can you not feel how cold it is in here?!”
Grimmjow sucked his teeth, “I forgot how weak you humans are.”
You went to argue before he outstretched his arm and made a grab at your wrist. The air went still for a moment, your eyes flickering from his arm to back to his face. He furrowed his brows, “What are you waiting for?”
Grimmjow made a grab at your waist, pulling you across the bed. “C’mere.”
You settled quickly, his arms already finding their place around you as your back hit his chest. He was warm— the immediate contact making you sigh instantly. He nestled into the crook of your neck, his breath giving you goosebumps for a different reason.
Grimmjow was never known to be delicate— atleast to others. He was rough, a fighter who will always yearn for a battle that ends with blood being shed. But yet, the same hands that bled and made so many people bleed were the same ones now holding you. He was still the same person, but he was able to let his guard down with you. His shoulders weren’t tense when he was around you.
“Playing nice tonight?”
“Shut up— you wouldn’t stop rocking the bed and it was messing with my sleep.” You’ll believe his lie for his sake. You felt the wolfish grin against your neck before he even spoke. “I can have you shakin’ if that’s what—“
“Not tonight— I have work in the morning.” You quickly answered, already curling into his side. It was tempting, but you were going to behave tonight. You still had to chew out your landlord and then head into the office, and it was close to being 2 in the morning. You needed all the sleep you could get.
Grimmjow sucked his teeth, grumbling who cares about work but let you press into him anyway. It was a great feeling having your very own personal heater.
“Thank you.” You said sincerely, sleep already beginning to take you.
Grimmjow didn’t respond right away, instead bringing you closer. “Go to sleep already— sun will be up before you know it.”
Bonus!:
Grimmjow was very tempted to crush your machine in his hands.
It kept blaring this irritating noise, and he looked down and saw how you kept wincing in your sleep. He’s seen you use this little machine everyday and even talk on it, but he still didn’t understand it— and he had too much pride to ask about it.
But he knew you would be upset if he destroyed it and you really didn’t get a lot of sleep, so he did the next best thing— he hid it away in the apartment, far away to where you couldn’t hear it anymore. He could still hear it but it wasn’t as obnoxious anymore. Don’t say he never did anything for you (even if it’s because he wanted to hold you a lot little longer).
You were not happy whatsoever when you finally woke up midday.
