(GET OUT OF MY HEAD, YOU STUPID FIC!)

After drinking a whole liter's worth of water to cure his hangover, ADS was back to work at the newest gothic lolita themed cafe in town, or so the store claimed. Already waiting for him sternly was another familiar face he was all but sick of.

"Look, Mr. Ishida," ADS tried to explain. "I know this is the third time this week I've arrived late-"

"Spare me," his superior, Uryuu Ishida,...

(Oh God... what have we created?

Bleach, Aizen, Shuuhei, and Urahara belong to Lulzy "Kubo Tite" McTroll. Everyone else is themselves.)

Nutmeg sat between ADS and Shuuhei at the wedding of her best friend. It was Plough and his lover, Urahara, that had introduced Shuuhei to Nutmeg. Plough had also introduced Nutmeg to ADS.

"That was a beautiful wedding," ADS said as he watched the happy couple greet their guests.

"Urahara's...

(Since we had so much fun the last time, Nutmeg and I decided to continue my and Aizen's escapades with chapter 2 of our story.

Bleach, Shuuhei, and Aizen belong to Kubo the Failtroll. ADS and Nutmeg are themselves.)

"I don't know if I can do this," ADS confided to Nutmeg as they finished lunch. She was a good friend and always listened to him.

"Then don't do it," she suggested.

"I can't not do it."

She...

(Special thanks to Nutmeg for beginning this fic for me. I had a blast finishing it, more so than I probably should have.

Aizen and Bleach belong to Trollmaster Kubo. ADS is me.)

Aizen walks in wearing pink heels.

"Those are mine!" ADS shouts. He's done it again. Aizen's gone and taken his shoes. ADS wonders what other things Aizen might have taken out of his closet.

"But look at what they do for my legs. Look how long they...