Bleach one shots

Shinji hirako x reader

You meet Shinji Hirako in a bar in soul society

Prompt: "we're not doing this standing, there's. Perfectly good bed right there"

prompt 2: "good girl"
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Ignoring the shouts from souls selling their wears or their company, you walked down the street with a particular destination in mind. Nestled deep in Inuzuri, more fondly named "the pleasure district" in the South Rukongai was a bar. The hanging dog was a dingy little place situated just off the beaten path, a little hidden gem known for its unique music and cheap drinks.

Side stepping a rowdy group of Shinigami, well on their way to being pleasantly drunk, you ducked your head, letting your hair fall to cover your face to cover your identity until you made it to the inns wooden door. Taking a moment to smooth your hair back into place and pull down the hem of the tight black dress you were wearing, before you pushed open the door.

The unique, upbeat music washed over you as you entered, flowing around you and pulling you in deeper to the soulful melody. Squeezing past patrons merrily drinking and smoking, you pushed your way across the sticky floor towards the bar. Hopping up onto a free stool, assuring your dress was still covering you, you gazed across the room.

Stale smoke, cheap beer and the slight undertone of sweaty bodies clung to the fabric of the few chairs and worn down carpet. The lights were dimmed, assisting the atmosphere the music was creating. Loud conversations Fought to be heard over the music, the body heat of dancers shamelessly grinding on each other warmed the small place, causing your cheeks to flush delicately.

"what can I get yer darlin?" The raspy voice of the inns landlady caught your attention from across the bar. A short woman with wild, curly blond hair, well know for her equally short Patience. The no nonsense woman easily handled the rowdy drunks visiting her establishment

"whisky over ice please" you ask with a big smile. You watched as she fixed up your drink, measuring by eye a large amount of the deep honey coloured whisky before expertly sliding it to a stop next to you. You handed over the coins with a thanks, before she moved on to the next thirsty customer. The chill from the glass sinked into your palm as you raised it to your lips, smooth, oaky nectar lit up your tongue, leaving a slight burn in your throat as you swallowed.

Movement caught your attention in your peripheral, moving up next to you. You lowered your drink to the bar, nursing your drink in your hand as you turn to the stranger standing close to you. His thigh pressed up against your legs, crossed at the ankles as he gave you a big toothy grin. You lick away the moisture left from your drink from your lips as you regard the stranger.

Taller than you, he had a slight frame, wearing dark trousers and an deep orange button up. The black tie cut against the colour, pulling the eye. He had jaw-length blonde hair with an asymmetrical cut at the fringe. Soft brown eyes looked into your own as he spoke

"what's a pretty girl like ya doin' in a place like dis?" His thick Kansai dialect sounded enticing, though you weren't impressed with the pick up line youve heard a thousand times over. Smiling coyly, you avert your gaze to your drink, bringing it up for another slow pull, you didn't notice the way he watched your every movement

"how many times have you used that pick up line?" You ask quietly, making him lean in to hear you, his grin only widened

"how many times today or..?" He trailed off playfully, animatedly waving his hand around as he spoke

You nod in your correct assumption "and how many times has it worked?"

"now that depends" he said, leaning his elbow on the bar to assist him leaning in closer "is it working with ya?"