You all should've known it was coming. I tried to fight it but it was inevitable. The plot bunnies were eating me alive.

HichiIchiHime. There. I said it.

This will be a drabble thread dedicated to my OT3 of awesome. In all of these drabbles they are all together. There is no jealousy, only luff, and fluff, and slight insanity. It had to be done. Also remember that I do not write smut so you can just put your kleenex boxes away now you guys. Though...it does have Shiro. And in a situation like this he tends to come out as the natural perv, so maybe hold on to just one or two tissues. I do not know.

Now prepare, puny mortals, for some mental scarring. (P.S. This is all your fault Eneyla. I hope you realise that. You and your purple tights.)

Disclaimer which I never bother to do: If I owned Bleach, it would look like this. Yeah, keep running.

Costume:

"No damn-"

"-Way in hell."

"But…it'll be really cute," the auburn princess pouted. Both boys visibly cringed at the word 'cute'. The princesses' eyes grew round. Damn, it was getting back to that again. Saying 'no' had always been a difficult-

'Damn, well, Impossible, King. Don't try to lighten it up.'

"Shut it, Shiro."

-Well, for some reason he couldn't quite fathom, the word 'No' was not something he could ever use against the innocent healer. He did just fine using it against his Hollow-

'Hey, yeah, why is that?'

"Because you're an ass, Shiro."

And Shiro used to never have a problem with it for either of them. In fact, for the longest time Shiro had become his safety cushion, for, if ever Orihime had asked him something that seemed particularly ridiculous, he always had Shiro's raucous echoing laughter, both inside his head and outside, preventing him from saying something too soon. Something very stupid too soon.

But then something happened that made the substitute shinigami sure that Hell was there next winter cottage destination. The Hollow got soft.

"I DID NOT!!!"

Orihime jumped at the Hollow's random outburst-She was still not quite used to their mind link conversations- and her frilly pink Princess costume bounced with her. She'd, for once, chosen a Halloween costume the boys could actually deem as normal, nice even. And waaaaay tempting had their current situation not been distracting them.

"You did so. Don't try to lighten it up," Ichigo snapped back, a growing smirk on his face. The Hollow twitched.

But, that was where Ichigo's problem lay. No longer did he have that backup support he needed when there was a request that- love the girl with all his heart or not- he just could not say yes to. And for the sake of his dignity's shredded remains he needed that backup this time around.

Large gray eyes bored into his, disappointment teetering just around the edges of her face. Her lips begin to quiver. He couldn't do this.

'No. God please, don't make us do this. Ichiiiii…' Shiro mentally whined. Ichigo cast a glance over at his horrified twin who looked as if he'd somehow gotten even paler. As if that was possible.

He glanced back at Orihime. "But she really wants us to. Why can't you say it?"

'Because- I- She- You- She- It- Ichiiiii!'

"Er, well…" Orihime's face lit up. He could already hear Shiro mentally breaking down, and for once, he couldn't find it in him to claim the rare chance to successfully make fun of his other half. After all, they were just one word away from puffy sleeves, purple tights, a particularily disturbing horse costume and an eternity's worth of very serious therapy.

P.S. I haven't forgotten about my Juxtaposed Fanfic. I'm still working on it, I swear, I've just been busy and struggling. I'm not going to abandon it and not tell you. Sorry for the long wait guys.