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hello! i was wondering, if you give shoutouts, could you give one for our blog? we are new and do bleach and fairy tail headcanons and matchups! it would mean a lot to us if you did, since right now we're just getting started. if not though thank you anyways!!

Absolutely! I’m more than happy to give you guys a shoutout!! Please go check them out everyone!!

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hello can you have relationship and NSFW headcanons for toshiro hitsugaya please ? :)

Of course! I hope that you enjoy!!

Toshiro Hitsugaya Relationship Headcanons

So, Toshiro is definitely notorious for skipping meals in order to get ahead on his work/paperwork that Rangiku has decidedly overlooked, so, if his significant other brings lunch/dinner to the office and eats with him, he’ll appreciate their thoughtfulness and kindness, in his own gruff Captain Toshiro Hitsugaya way. Maybe even slip a kiss or two to them as thanks, but only if Rangiku isn’t in the room.

If his significant other can convince him, Toshiro is literally the best cuddling partner in the Seireitei. He’s able to keep them both at the ideal temperature and as much as he’d like to be adamant about not being the little spoon, this man is willing to compromise for the chance to stay in the nice warm bed with his significant other and swap lazy kisses instead of getting ready for work. “Just don’t get used to it.”

The better friends his significant other is with Momo the better -- Toshiro knows that he can’t always be there for them, and knows that if they and Momo have each other, they’ll at least have some support, and that they’ll both work together to take care of each other, and him. Family dinners are an event to be looked forward to, even if there’s a lot of jokes at Toshiro’s expense. He’s just glad that everyone is getting along together.

Although he’s not a fan of public displays of affection, once he gets older and grows up, he’s willing to relax at least a little bit. As long as he’s not out on Captain’s business, he’s more than willing to lace fingers and wander through the Seireitei with his significant other, letting himself be pulled by them towards whatever it is that interests them, the time spent just with them is what matters most.

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

He isn’t the biggest fan of oral though; in giving or receiving -- it’s definitely something he has to be in the mood for. That doesn’t mean that he’s stingy when it comes to foreplay, lazy mornings spent having slow sex, where there’s an hour and a half of foreplay before sex, it’s just, he’d rather use his fingers and talk back and forth with his partner, soft and teasing as his fingers do the same.

This man doesn’t know how to be quiet, especially if his significant other is going down on him. He turns into such a blushy, breathy mess, oftentimes, it makes him refuse the offer from his significant other -- because although he loves it, there’s an amount of control that he loses and it throws him off balance in such an integral way that he only agrees because he trusts the person he’s with.

On that note, Toshiro does like to be in control, to be able to take the input that he receives from his partner. He’s always so open and honest with his partners, wants them to talk about what they like and what they don’t, what the two of them can do to make the experience better, and he takes every piece of what they tell him to heart and works to improve their sex life together.

His aftercare is definitely A+ though; either drawing a bath or bringing in towels and water and the two of them sit together and kiss and cuddle and talk about everything that happened, their days, and honestly, whatever else comes to mind. It’s super sweet and soft and it’s just as intimate as the sex was.

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An Update, Of Sorts

Hiatus Warning -- 

More information will be available under the cut, but I just want to let you all know that content will be slow here for an undisclosed amount of time.

So I want to apologize first and foremost for the sudden drop in writing -- to make a long story extremely short, when Daylight Savings Time ends and the clocks turn back an hour it flares my depression in a way that honestly feels insurmountable. Which means that the energy and motivation I do have go into the required things -- cooking, cleaning, working and it unfortunately means that my creative work is very quickly and harshly pushed to the back burner until I can get a grip on my brain malfunction.

I have four or five WIPs in my docs that I’m slowly working on, so this isn’t going to be a full stop “No more works until spring” Hiatus, but the posts will be sporadic and done when I find the energy/motivation to write them. And I’m so sorry for that -- not getting content, especially if you’ve sent in a request, is super frustrating and please know that I’m trying to get these requests out to you guys. It’ll just take time.

I’m hoping to have my askbox cleared by the New Year, to do a writing giveaway to celebrate my followers and all of the winter holidays. Once I get up and around again I’ll be sure to update all of my pages and put out some new patch notes to keep you guys updated about the page.

Once again I’m so sorry to everyone’s whose followed me and shown nothing but support. You’re all amazing and I hope that you’ll bear with me through the next few months.

🍓 Mod 

[anotherbleachimagines]

Absolutely loving the headcanons. You did such an amazing job on trans toshi, lots of love - mimi ❤️❤️

grimmjows-titties -- sending all of the inbox love your way for your excellent Trans Toshiro headcanons!!

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Trans!Toshiro Headcanons!

I saw the ask for the trans!toshiro headcanons and I thought, as a trans male myself, I could use a few experiences of my own or some that I had heard of from others. Also, this is my first time actually organizing headcanons rather than being a blabbering mess so bear with me lol

Toshiro probably had an inkling he was a tad different, in a particular way that he couldn’t really put his finger on while growing up. He wasn’t one much at the time to really tell anybody about how he had felt in his own body, not even his own grandmother, though as time passed and he began to befriend Momo it was clearer to him that his body wasn’t accurate in the way he wanted to present himself.

His grandmother was the first one he told at the time, and as she was, she was fully supportive of every decision he made. He was a smart boy after all, and she trusted his judgement, especially if it was about himself.

Since he was still young and his body still not mature yet he was able to start dressing and passing off more masculine, though he still had major bouts of dysphoria. “Do I look male?” “My chest isn’t showing or obvious, right?” “Am I too curvy?”

Momo was probably the second and only person he told after that for quite a while, and of course she was supportive of him doing what he needed to do, but wasn’t quite versed on the topic and had plenty of questions for him, even the uncomfortable ones.

Though they lived in a good neighborhood, there wasn’t much else he could do about his gender, other than state that he was, indeed, male, and that he only looked feminine because of how young he was. Eventually that passed as he entered the Shin'o Academy. No one questioned or pestered him about anything other than his age, which in his opinion was much better than his gender.

Though, since he didn’t want to talk about it as well, he felt the need to bind, which eased him a bit in his dysphoria. He didn’t bind properly at first, using bandages and other tight materials to wrap around his chest before actually doing some quiet research on it. Eventually he found a proper way to bind, either between the time he was still in the academy or sometime after he joined the Court Guard Squads.

Men and Women are usually treated equally, of course with whatever adjustments needed to be made for their gender, and probably felt it was important enough to bring up with the captain and lieutenant, respectively. They did their part to accommodate him, from helping him ease his dysphoria a bit to making sure that all documentation on him had his proper gender.

I’m not sure if the Soul Society would have hormone treatments (though I wouldn’t doubt it), so I’ll end the headcanons there! It came out more like a story than anything haha whoops

I want to thank you so much!! grimmjows-titties these headcanons are absolutely amazing and I’m super grateful to you for submitting them. Please go follow them everyone.

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More Than a Title

Fictober Prompt: “Now, behave,” they murmured. Shinji Hirako/Shiori Nakano

The succinct tapping of her feet against the wood floors of the Sixth Division matched the pace of her thoughts this afternoon; the Captain had scouting reports for divisions one, two, ten and eleven as well as wanting information on the dispatched squad who were currently in stable condition under Captain Unohana’s care.

To the Seireitei, Shiori Nakano was what was expected of a Lieutenant of the Thirteen Court Guard Divisions. Her hair intricately twisted, shihakusho perfectly adjusted, while making as little noise as possible while passing from barracks to barracks. There was never a minute of hesitation or a word spoken out of turn, her bows were all deep and she left as quickly as she arrived. Before this, she was just poor kid from the Rukongai, pushed to the outskirts because of her spiritual pressure and abandoned in death, she was left in this world that was the afterlife to starve.

She would be exceptional. Not because she wanted to be, but because she had to be. There isn’t an alternative.

Shiori returned to the Sixth Division Captain’s quarters almost a half hour before she was expected, kneeling in front of the door, she quietly raps at the wood, head already bowed as she heard the footsteps of her Captain within shuffling towards the door. Their conversation was pleasant enough – reports on the condition of the squad were handed to him. Bowing once again she paused before turning back to the head of the Kuchiki family, “Is there anything else you need, Captain?”

Her question was met with a gruff hum, “No. You have completed your duties for the day. Dismissed.” She bowed again, deeper this time and muttered her thanks to the Captain. In the courtyard of the Sixth Division she exhaled, this was the only time she allowed herself to be the girl from the Rukongai – the moments where no one could see her, otherwise someone would use her vulnerability against her. Taking another breath, she disappeared from the Sixth Division’s Barracks, shunpo taking her just outside the living quarters of the Captain of Squad Five.

Knuckles reaching the door it opened before she had the chance to knock and instead is greeted by a pair of amused hazel eyes, “Yer early.” She wanted to scoff, instead she shifted to the side of him, removing her shoes and placing them carefully beside the door, soon followed by her Lieutenant’s armband – that’s not who she was here.

The sound of his ridiculous music echoed throughout the room and she turned back to look at him, her features softer than that of Lieutenant Nakano, she was Shiori now, “Aren’t I always?” Shinji’s grin widens at that and he pulls her further into his quarters, making it only to an armchair before she grabs the sleeve of his haori and tugs, reaching up on tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. Shuffling for a moment, Shinji finds himself sitting on the armchair with her above him, long breathless kisses interrupted only by gasps for air that seemed louder than the jazz music that continued to play. His hands slid up her body, eventually making their way to her ass, pulling her closer and pinching, pulling away she pushed the hair out of his face and blinked coyly at him. “Now, behave,” the words were murmured against his lips, she was still breathless and his hands running up and down her sides was a distraction, “or I will be more than happy to make you.”

He laughed and pulled her in for another kiss, “I’ll be sure to hold you to it, doll.”

[anotherbleachimagines]

Writing/drawing something INCREDIBLY SELF-INDULGENT

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I'm liking this blooog! It's staring great! Want to ask some hc with Toushiro having a punk looking s/o but it's actually a sweetheart, pleeeease! And thank you!

Toshiro with a Punk but Sweet S/O Headcanons

So, first of all, this is one of those things that Toshiro doesn't know what to make of first -- sure he spent time in the world of the living, but he's honestly so concerned with their fashion choice at first because should people really be that pointy???? But it's their kindness and thoughtfulness that draws him to them, and it's what makes him eventually ask them to be his significant other -- because even though it's something he's put off by he understands that there are more important things to love about someone than their appearance. 

If he's still short when they start dating s/o definitely has to be the patient one in their relationship -- people will talk about how cute they are together and how opposites attract. And Toshiro Hitsugaya, who almost always keeps his cool, will most certainly not be cool through the patronization that people have put him through. S/O just needs to smile, laugh and pull Toshiro away before he decides that his honor has been challenged enough for a duel. 

Although Toshiro might not get the whole punk thing, he's more than willing to support them. New tattoos or piercings? He’ll sit beside them through them all. Strange shopping dates where he gives them honest and frank advice about what exactly they're wearing and if it looks good on them. And no one at the stores or anything will bat an eye really, because they’ll think that he’s just sort of punk too with his spiky white hair and attitude problem. S/O should definitely joke with him about it -- maybe get him a spiky leather jacket.

During their time alone together, Toshiro will take the time to properly admire and map all of the tattoos that cover his significant other’s body -- asking questions about them, and wanting genuine answers because, if this is important to his significant other, then it’s important to him too. Please just don’t ask him to get any -- as understanding as they are about him sitting with his signficant other while they get their tattoos and piercings done, everyone is always suspicious about tattooing him because of how young he looks -- and trying to explain that he’s probably old enough to be their father doesn’t go well.

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A Soft Epilogue

Fictober Prompt: “You will love them in the end, like they said.”

This piece is going to be about the three universes/canon deviations that if you’re curious are found here and Shiori’s realizations of love and their love in return in each of them.

Also I’m sorry for my sudden disappearance after Halloween -- I had a migraine and basically just sat in the dark for the rest of the week. But I’m working on new material now, and should hopefully have a queue back either tomorrow or Tuesday.

Shinji Hirako

She realized she loved him when it was too late – standing in her Captain’s office when she���s informed that he, and everyone else sent on the hollow containment mission last night were dead. Lieutenant Shiori Nakano stood stock still as Captain Ginrei Kuchiki looked her in the eyes and said the words that made her world collapse around her that everyone that she cared about in the Seireitei was dead or exiled. Her thoughts were of Shinji, that she’d never smell the floral shampoo he used again, or feel the way she did after he kissed her upon returning from a long absence, even his ridiculous music player and the cheeky smile he’d give her after she’d complain about it. “I’m sure you’d make better music, doll.”

Their arrangement was supposed to be simple, sex and occasional flirting – it’s what any Captain or Lieutenant needs to unwind and up until this moment, it’s all she thought of it as. The two of them made it easy; she was calculating and precise, always knowing the perfect times to come and go, and had the best excuses for being exactly where she shouldn’t be. He provided the calm air to it all, that it was easy and they never had to worry about being caught because, “Who would ever believe that these two polar opposites could ever end up together?” It always made her smile when he’d say those words, because somehow, it felt right that they did fit together so well.

Seeing him again, alive and right in front of over brought so many conflicting feelings to bloom in her chest – it had been one hundred years, time which she used to move past those feelings that she wasn’t allowed to have in the first place, to mourn him and her friends and move on. Instead, she left the Vizards line of vision before any of them could see her. It was too soon and she needed to quash the feelings that she shouldn’t have before anyone reads the emotion so easily carved onto her face.

The months following the final fight with Aizen had been hard; she had worked on mediating terms between Hueco Mundo and the Seireitei as well as trying to make reparations to the Vizards after everything that had happened over the last hundred years, her own relationships were included. Hiyori was mad at everyone and Lisa seemed far too calm about their treatment and wouldn’t accept apologies – at least not from her. The other Captains and Lieutenants she knew, but her damning trait was how poorly she socialized and she regretted it while trying to fix what had been done. Last was Shinji, to any of the Vizards of the Lieutenants who had been ordered to stay with her in the world of the living, their relationship seemed unchanged, occasional verbal sparring and snark was expected, a Captain now, she was willing to give just as much as she took. They both knew though; one hundred years changes people, and Shiori knew that deep down, they all felt that they had been abandoned - by the Seireitei, by the Thirteen Court Guard squads and especially her.

It was late autumn now, a chilling breeze seemed to soak through their clothes while sitting on a roof of a random building in Karakura town. Shiori rested her head on Shinji’s shoulder and she couldn’t hope to hide the small smile that slid onto her face, it had taken one hundred years, thinking he was dead, killing his former lieutenant and rebuilding trust that had been lost in thinking she had abandoned him. And yet… here they were, fingers twined together enjoying the stars and relative peace of Karakura town, pressing a kiss to his cheek she couldn’t help it when she whispered in his ear, “I love you, Shinji.”

Toshiro Hitsugaya

It didn’t start out as love, hell, it didn’t even start out as mutual trust. After being made Captain of Squad Five in the aftermath of Aizen’s defection and the madness that had consumed the Seireitei in the wake of the Bounts and repairing all of the damage that was caused she had to get away. Too many people that questioned her ability, her demeanour, her… everything. So when the Head Captain requested volunteers to go to the World of the Living she was among the first volunteers. It was a welcome reprieve; and seeing Yoruichi and Kisuke again was definitely a welcome bonus, she missed her friends dearly.

Toshiro was suspicious, and Shiori knew, that were she in his place, she’d most likely feel the same way. Every one of the Lieutenants and the Captain himself had seen her as their strict, distant kido instructor - not someone powerful enough to be a captain, or even a seated officer, so to go from their proverbial nothing to a Captain in a matter of weeks was enough to make anyone leery. She proved capable though; more than capable, really. He watched her defend the Lieutenants at the battle in Karakura town, realized that she was part of Urahara’s and Tessai’s plans to keep the town safe, she proved to every Captain and Lieutenant that day that she truly was confident and worth of the title that so many thought was tokenly bestowed upon her.

When they returned to the Seireitei, she became a different person – not a teacher, not a mentor, but a friend, often coming his office long after their Lieutenants had left, bringing her own paperwork and food for the both of them. It started then, for the both of them, it wasn’t love, but a fondness for each other, enveloped in her stories of the Seireitei and her genuine questions of his wellbeing and forcing him to take breaks. He rolled eyes at her crazier stories but always supplanted with some of his own, usually more tame, but she listened to them all the same, either while writing reports or eating dinner.

By the time of the Quincy War they were close friends; something that in hindsight, Rangiku ruefully admitted was bound to happen, “You’re both so serious all the time, of course they’d end up friends as the strict captains.” Shiori was pinioned for logistics and battle planning – keeping the fourth and the injured safe while still helping maintain the frontline of fighting by knowing where to send people and when. She knew everything that was going on, knew where her friends were and how they were doing – had to watch as friends were placed under Giselle Gewelle’s control, knowing that if she left to help them that more people would die so she was forced to watch. When it was finally finished, she was the first one out there, pulling Toshiro into the tightest of hugs and pressed a kiss to his lips, it was impulsive, more impulsive than they ever were, but after all of the dying and bloodshed, she didn’t care.

They were asleep, lying together on the sofa in the offices of the Tenth Division as the sun rose, papers were forgotten, scattered across the coffee table and floor with her head on his chest and his arms tightly around her. She awoke first and couldn’t help but smile – so much had changed in the years since the war, but this hadn’t changed, could never change. Her pointer finger traced the lines of his nose and lips and she pressed the gentlest of kisses on each of his eyelids, Toshiro grumbled slightly and pulled her closer and Shiori was soon greeted by jade eyes and a drowsy glare, she kissed him again, this time on the lips and with more force behind it, “Good morning, Toshiro.” He grumbled into her hair, as he pulled her back down to rest her head on his chest, and she couldn’t help but smile, thankful that the Captain of the Tenth Division managed to relax a little, if only with her, and she couldn’t help but whisper, “I love you.”

Byakuya Kuchiki

The first time Byakuya saw her his only thoughts were of how unremarkable she was, decent looking, but with the same black hair as everyone else, emotionless and unspeaking as she followed his grandfather around the estate. “This is the woman who’s supposed to replace my father?” It seemed impossible, she was small and weak and carried herself in such an undignified way, arms curled behind her while she slouched, all of which made her shorter than she already was. When she was introduced to him her bow was precise and deep as she told him how honored she was to meet him, he met her gaze only once and that’s as she straightened and that’s when he noticed that there was something behind the timid calm that she presented to his grandfather and the rest of the Seireitei, he could see it in those dark brown eyes filled with determination and a will she kept hidden.

Her return to the Thirteen Court Guard Squads was… exhausting. Emotionally, physically, mentally, Shiori was drained – she was still helping to organize the graduation tests at the Academy while helping her Lieutenant cope with her previous Captain’s defection and on top of all of that; there was suspicion, most of the Captains and Lieutenants now didn’t know her one hundred years ago. Didn’t see her on top of Sokyoku Hill. The expectation was for her to fail or defect and it took its toll. Many nights as of late had been spent wandering the streets of the Seireitei, at first, she was alone, but after about a month or so she was joined by Captain Byakuya Kuchiki. They were silent, but his earlier reassurances of her abilities and his confident demeanor did more to help her every day.

Byakuya asks her to join him when he went to his family’s private cemetery. They walked in silence; respect for those now gone as well as comfort in each other’s presence. Shiori had been here before; at his father’s funeral, she stood behind his grandfather with the Lieutenant of the Sixth Division Armband in place. He hadn’t cried that day, his face of one of determination, not sadness and she understood. It was the same look she had always hidden away. By the time they reached his father’s and wife’s graves they can almost feel a weight press down on them. The promise to themselves and others of what they would be; there’s hesitation when she reaches for his hand, gives him time to pull away without making it obvious or embarrassing but he doesn’t. Lacing her fingers with his, they continue to stand in silence, she knew she could never replace Hisana, she didn’t want to, but if he’s ready, she’d like to help him move forward.

The two Captains were sparring the first time Shiori realized she loved him, it was the one time that the two of them didn’t have to hide, no masking emotion or skill or taunt, everything was allowed when it was the two of them. He was a better swordsman by far, but her kido and shunpo edged out his by the slightest of margins; to those of the Fifth and Sixth Divisions watching, it was a dance. Her movements were precise and countered his sword with the smallest of margins while still casting something to offset his balance and rhythm. No one knew they were seeing each other, but Renji had bet half of his next pay that his Captain would win, so when he purposefully sidestepped into her bakudo she couldn’t help but want to laugh, Renji thought it was in the triumph of winning, but she knew that he did it just to watch his reaction when his Lieutenant realized he lost. They were walking to dinner together when she shyly looked over, “You know, you didn’t have to let me win, five more moves and I would have had you.” Before he could ask her what she meant, she disappeared, making him sigh – sometimes he had to wonder why he chose this woman.

The pond was full of golds and oranges and reds this time of year, Shiori sat alone on a solitary in the gardens of the Kuchiki estate. She thought of how the world had changed, since she had changed since she was sitting in this very spot almost one hundred years ago. Feeling his reishi before seeing him, Byakuya was greeted before he sat down beside her, eyes also seemingly fixated on the pond in front of them. “Did you know that we sat in this same spot almost one hundred years ago to the day?” He looked up at her then, pensive at first and then agreed – the night itself was awful, like an obligation to attend and play nice, neither of them were interested at the time and it felt… uncomfortable. But now, they sat in that same spot, his hand discreetly wrapped around her waist while discussing time long since past, she couldn’t help but smile, “I love you, Byakuya Kuchiki.”

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Would it be Ok to request some h/c of Shuuhei, Renji and Ichigo with a small, chubby s/o?

It absolutely is okay to request that! FIRST OF ALL, ALL OF THESE BOYS END UP BEING AROUND 6’ TALL. AND I HAVE A WEAKNESS FOR TOLS WITH SMOLS. I feel personally attacked. Also, if you want more headcanons for specific characters, please feel free to send in another ask!

Shuhei Hisagi

Piggy back rides! It’ll make Shuhei blush across his entire body, but, he cannot deny a request like that and they’re small enough that it’s not any trouble, especially if he ends up working late and they fall asleep at the office? Piggyback ride home. If they’re awake, pressing kisses into the back of his neck and behind his ears will make him even redder and stutter out conversation.

Has invested in step ladders, mostly out of fear of his s/o, because, as short people are wont to do, climbing on any available surface to reach things that are too high up is more of a challenge than a deterrent, and if Shuhei came home to find them precariously balancing on a chair and a stack on unsteady books ONE MORE TIME he was certain he was going to have a heart attack.

Renji Abarai

Totally the boyfriend who rests his chin/arm on their much smaller s/o’s body, ESPECIALLY if it irritates them. He likes to watch their faces turn a bright red color and get flustered at the attention and then as soon as they make a fuss, he’s there to apologize and kiss them breathless. Definitely worth it. S/O just make fun of how gangly he looks, it’ll shut him up and you’ll have the greatest revenge for when he tries it again.

S/O cannot escape nighttime cuddles -- once the two of them are in bed for the night, they’re prepared to basically be wrapped up by Renji’s obnoxiously long limbs. At first, they tried to fight them off, but soon realized that their attempts were futile, because as soon as they managed to pry one off of them, the other one had already returned to around their body -- definitely exasperating and endearing. Pro Tip: Just shove cold feet against his legs, he’ll wake up and they can try to build a pillow wall. Again. For the fifteenth time this month.

Ichigo Kurosaki

S/O’s lap and stomach are prime napping spots -- long day of classes or out killing Hollows? This boy is going to curl up with them and just bask in how soft they are. Their fingers trace across the planes of his face, and as soon as they start, Ichigo is immediately out, he’s sort of like a cat that way. 

If s/o is at all insecure about themselves, Ichigo will literally be the first person there to tell them that it’s ridiculous to feel that way because they’re beautiful, and it doesn’t matter that they don’t match society’s standards -- he knows the feeling, and he’ll beat anyone up who dares try to make fun of them. RIP.

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Hi!! Can I please request "for some reason this pumpkin patch is on a hill and i know it sounds crazy but can you help me catch my runaway pumpkin before it kills someone." For Ginjo, please? If you don't write for him, Uryu would be great too, thank you!

Last Halloween request! This one turned out super cute and I’m v pleased. I’ll be sure to link you to Part 1! And I’m so sorry! I don’t currently write for Fullbringers, so I hope that Uryuu fic is to your liking!! [Part 1]

"for some reason this pumpkin patch is on a hill and i know it sounds crazy but can you help me catch my runaway pumpkin before it kills someone."

“You know, whoever decided to put the community garden at the top of a hill was absolutely crazy, right?” The words were shouted up the hill, making Uryuu who was already at the top of the hill laugh. It had been a year since they had met in that fateful pumpkin patch, and now, here they were growing pumpkins together in the community garden in Karakura town.

They had won last year, he likes to think it was the gifted pumpkin that won it, but the truth is, that they had done a wonderful job, and the plan was for them to do the same again this year, together. The thought made him blush, who would have thought that a fateful day in the pumpkin patch could turn into so much? They had the measurements they needed, and so Uryuu began to search for the appropriate pumpkins while his significant other continued the trek up the hillside, complaining as they went.

The work was easy at first, the smaller pumpkins were easy enough to find and put in the rucksack that they had brought, but when it came to the bigger pumpkin, Uryuu began to gently guide it down from the top of the gardens when, by the strangest turn of fate, it slipped from his fingers and started barreling down the hillside.

Eyes wide he chased after it, “I may have lost one of our pumpkins and I’d rather not accidentally kill someone by having it hit there car so we have to go get it, NOW.” His significant other just sort of gaped for a moment before following after him. This was one of those times where they learned it’s just better not to ask questions.

Uryu managed to catch up to it and grab it, but unfortunately, the momentum sent him barrelling down the hill, now covered in pumpkin and by the time they both reached the bottom, breathless and exhausted, they couldn’t help but laugh. Plopping down beside him they press a kiss to his cheek, and then as he turns, another to his lips, “Come on, let’s get you home and in the shower--”

“But the pumpkins--” He was still breathless, and more than a little dizzy, and they couldn’t help but roll their eyes.

“If someone wants to steal our pumpkins let them, you’re more important.” The last three words were each punctuated with a kiss, “C’mon, I’ll even join you.”

He smiled at that and stood, and the two of them began the walk home. “Why is it always pumpkins?”

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12. Tried to get get the last perfectly round pumpkin at the same time prompt for Uryuu, if you don't mind?

This will be Part 1, seeing as I got two Uryuu pumpkin requests at about the same time, and I think they’ll be cute together. [Part 2]

Tried to get get the last perfectly round pumpkin at the same time.

All they wanted was one final pumpkin to carve for a jack-o-lantern, it seemed silly, but in looking at their front porch after having decorated for all that time, they knew they just needed one more. Unfortunately, it was three days before Halloween, and ninety percent of the pumpkins have either been smashed or taken away and the chances of finding just the one that they need are slim to none and they couldn’t help but sigh at the thought.

Wandering through the abysmal pumpkin patch proved to be more depressing than they had originally anticipated, that was until the found The One. It was perfectly round – the size was perfect, it would fit right into the cauldron and they could intricately carve in what they had… A hand grabbed the pumpkin the same time that they did. “Excuse me but…”

The words were cut off, the frown from the black haired man beside them was enough to give anyone pause, “I’m sorry, is this the pumpkin that you were going to take?” Obviously. Why else would they have grabbed it in the first place if otherwise? They rolled their eyes at him and nod, “Well then, it seems that we’re at an impasse then, because I happen to need this pumpkin as well, and I don’t intend to let it go so easily.”

The blinked up at him, was this guy for real? But in looking at him once more they realize that he is indeed very serious about the only attractive pumpkin left in the pumpkin patch, “I’m sorry, sir, but I definitely had this pumpkin in my possession before you came along and tried to commandeer it.” He snorted at that, and they groaned, “Look. Name your price. I really need this pumpkin – my street does this stupid contest every year and my next door neighbor is so annoying and wins every year and I just want to wipe that smirk off their face just once.”

He nodded for a moment, seeming to consider just what they had offered, “I can understand that – nothing’s worse than having to deal with someone aggravating like that. I will… allow you to have the pumpkin on one condition.” Their head turned in question, “Come out to dinner with me?”

They laughed at that, an easy enough request, and he seemed sweet enough, why not see where it’ll go, “Sure, why not? I’ll even buy.”

“I’m Uryuu Ishida by the way.” They smiled at him and told him their name, “Well then, let’s be off – I’m certain you have a lot to do.” They nodded and headed off. Perhaps pumpkin patches aren’t quite as depressing this time of year.

[anotherbleachimagines]

Could you do "– you’re lost too – and i suppose this isn’t terrible as long we’re not eaten.” au" with Toushiro if is not problem ? thanks!

This one gets a fancy addendum. i was like eight or so when I saw Children of the Corn for the first time, now, mind you I live in farming country where there’s literally MILES of cornfields that we drive by on the regular. So at eight when I saw it, it fucked me up for YEARS because I totally thought something was going to jump me from inside the cornfield. Also. The remake sucks. 0/10 do not recommend.

“– you’re lost too – and i suppose this isn’t terrible as long we’re not eaten.”

This is the last time Toshiro will ever let Momo convince him to go through a cornfield maze – there is hay in his hair and Momo and Rangiku had wandered off at least a half an hour ago and left him alone and mildly irritated, and the only thing he is certain of is that he’s lost. Wonderful. He huffed and continued forward, certain that he’ll have to find the exit at some point, he just had to keep pressing on.

The sun was going down, and he still hadn’t managed to find an exit. How on earth was that even possible? Who has this much corn to literally keep people trapped in a corn field for hours??? The was absolutely the last time Toshiro will ever visit a cornfield. There was absolutely nothing Momo could do or say to convince him otherwise. Turning a corner while lost in thought he accidentally bumps into something, sending both him and it crashing to the ground, “Ugh. Mastumoto and Momo are never hearing the end of this…” Getting up he looks over at the thing he knocked over and realized it wasn’t a thing at all, but a person, “Oh. I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to–”

They waved him off and brushed themselves off, “I take it that you’re lost too?” He nodded, dumbfounded at the fact that they hadn’t shouted at him or told him off for sending them both barreling to the ground, “If you’d like, we can try to work together to get out of here? It shouldn’t be too bad,” they sigh and look around the corner, “As long as we’re not eaten.”

“Eaten?” His eyes widen slightly at the turn in conversation – of all the things he expected them to say, that certainly wasn’t one of them, but before he can say more, they’ve grabbed him by the wrist and started pulling him along with them, “How do you know it’s this way, and more importantly, eaten by what?”

The laugh, and the sound echoes through the maze and brings a blush to Toshiro’s ears, “You’ve never seen Children of the Corn, have you?” He shakes his head – what in the world is that and more importantly, is it some piece of vial information that he managed to miss while preparing to come here? “You came from one direction, I came from the other, which means that the only other direction has to lead out, right? Besides, if worse comes to worst, we’ll just bee line through the corn – the farmer won’t get too mad.”

He huffs, their logic is sound and they seem confident, and some company is better than being left alone with his brooding thoughts and he shifts his hand, so that they’re holding it instead of his wrist. One question does remain though, and after a few minutes of silence he decides to break it,  “…What is the Children of the Corn?”

The smile and look over at him, “A horror movie, it was honestly pretty good – not too torture porn-esque while still giving you a great classic horror vibe. Maybe if we get out of here, and you’re in a better mood, you’d like to see it with me sometime?”

Toshiro smiles and squeezes their hand, “I’d like that.”

[anotherbleachimagines]

"I ran out of candy and aren’t you too old to be trick or treating" with Shinji?

"I ran out of candy and aren’t you too old to be trick or treating?"

It was late -- the work Halloween party had been a blast, booze and music and so much dancing, they’re certain that they look quite the mess right now, and after all the time they put into their Halloween Costume. Such a pity. Humming to themselves as they wander down the street, they eventually stop and look up, grinning as they realize where they are. Apparently drunken feet are good for one thing -- finding their way to their boyfriend’s house while singing the most ridiculous Halloween music while meandering down the street at two in the morning.

Knocking on the door, they wait for a moment, grin widening as they heard his footsteps on the other side of the door, waiting patiently for him to open the door, they attempted to time it appropriately, but the words were slurred, and they started before the door was opened, “Trick or treat?”

Shinji blinked once. Twice. And then laughed, almost collapsing in on himself at the sight before him, “Sorry hon, I ran out of candy a while ago and aren’t you a little old to be trick or treating?” They stuck their tongue out at him as he stepped aside and let them in, “How about a glass of water instead?”

They hummed for a minute in thought before nodding, Shinji couldn’t hide the grin as he rolled his eyes and wandered out to the kitchen, leaving his humming significant other in his living room -- he regretted not being able to go to the party tonight, but an assignment came up last minute and he had to cancel, so he was more than a little amused to see them here now. Bringing the food in, he sat next to them and just listened. They had continued humming, and he’s certain he’s heard the song, but in the state that they’re in, he couldn’t dare tell anyone which one, “You know…” They blinked up at him after finishing their water -- devious grin on their face, “Since you didn’t have any treats, does that mean I get a trick?”

He laughed and leaned over, lips right next to theirs, “That would depend on what exactly you’d want to do.”

Before they could say anything they pressed a kiss onto his lips, “I think that’s a good start.”

[anotherbleachimagines]

anotherbleachimagines:

So I’m going to open the askbox back up for 5 or so Halloween specific asks. I posted three prompt lists here, here and here.

Below are the listed prompts so far:

Gin Ichimaru in “Let’s split up.” “Let’s not.” 

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez in  “Honestly, i want to throw you in the bonfire right now.”

Ichigo Kurosaki in  “Oh this isn’t a costume, this is my natural state of being”

Shunsui Kyoraku in “i am freaking out because i went into the school hall to find my friend but accidentally knocked down the pyramid of cans for the can drive and you’re the cute president of the charity committee please don’t hate me.“

Byakuya Kuchiki in “i extinguished the fire on your silk shirt – i mean who wears silk to watch a bonfire – and i’m lecturing you as i try to find you something to wear at my house.”

I officially finished all of my request slots for the night, but if you guys want to send in some more, I’ll keep writing for a while yet. I’m in a v Halloween-y mood tonight, so check out the links above and send some more in! Below will be the requests I currently have in the askbox for Halloween!

Check out my #Halloween Double Feature tag to see the prompt fills so far!!

Shinji Hirako in  "I ran out of candy and aren’t you too old to be trick or treating?"

Toshiro Hitsugaya in "– you’re lost too – and I suppose this isn’t terrible as long we’re not eaten.”

Uryuu Ishida in "for some reason this pumpkin patch is on a hill and i know it sounds crazy but can you help me catch my runaway pumpkin before it kills someone."

Uryuu Ishida in “Tried to get get the last perfectly round pumpkin at the same time.”

Halloween Asks!

[anotherbleachimagines]

Hey if you’ve still got space, could you do ““i extinguished the fire on your silk shirt – i mean who wears silk to watch a bonfire – and i’m lecturing you as i try to find you something to wear at my house.” With byakuya?? Please and thanks?

“I extinguished the fire on your silk shirt – I mean who wears silk to watch a bonfire – and I’m lecturing you as I try to find you something to wear at my house.”

They should have known it was a terrible idea -- inviting Byakuya Kuchiki out to the Halloween Bonfire. It was supposed to be romantic, sitting out under the stars while drinking wine and resting their head on his shoulder while the cuddled late into the night, but instead, ten minutes in, when one of the guys tossed another log onto the fire a stray ember managed to find it’s way onto Byakuya’s shirtsleeve and in a moment, their boyfriend was on fire and everyone was screaming and it turned into an absolute mess. Water was everywhere and it was only when he was soaked to the bone, and the bonfire was out did the panic die down.

Definitely not how they envisioned the night going.

He scowled, looking quite literally like a drowned cat on their bed while they search through your closet to find something, anything that’ll fit him, “You know, you always lecture me about safety and not doing anything stupid and then you go and get yourself set on fire?”

They had to have a sweatshirt in here somewhere that would fit -- and a first aid kit, just to make sure that he wasn’t actually hurt and hiding it because he managed to embarrass himself in front of the entire neighborhood, “This wouldn’t have happened if we had just gone out to dinner as I suggested.”

An exasperated sigh escaped and they turned to look back at him and glare, “It’s Halloween, Byakuya -- you know, haunted houses? Carving Pumpkins? Costumes? I was hoping to do something festive at least once.” At that and continued their search, finally finding an oversized sweatshirt they kept around for sick days, “I think it should fit -- it’s way too big for me.”

At first, he just stared at them, then back at the sweatshirt, and then at them once more, as if to say, ‘You expect me to wear that??’ But he didn’t and managed a quiet thank you as they slipped out the room to find their first aid kit, coming back in, they couldn’t help but laugh -- okay, perhaps the sight of Byakuya in a sweatshirt was slightly comical. He glared at them, “You know, all of this is quite unnecessary, I can just go home--”

They pressed a kiss to his lips, “Don’t worry about it,” Grabbing his arm, they gently slide up the sweatshirt, checking for any sort of burn on his arm, not finding any they press kisses from his wrist to the inside of his elbow, “I have to make up for this horrific event somehow, and I have a few ideas.”

Reaching upwards they press a heated kiss to his lips, “...I find this acceptable then, for tonight at least.”

[anotherbleachimagines]

Omg could you do Ichigo with "oh this isn't a costume, this is my natural state of being"?

"Oh this isn't a costume, this is my natural state of being."

Ichigo isn’t certain how Keigo managed to convince him to go to the Halloween party at their University -- he had seven papers to write and an entire chapter to read before Friday and going to a party was honestly the least of his concern at the moment, and yet… here he was. It was loud, and he could smell the alcohol as soon as he passed the threshold and he couldn’t help but huff -- only Keigo could get him into a situation like this. Maybe Chad, hell, he’d even take Uryu’s company right now--

“So, what are you supposed to be?” Blinking he looked around, and saw someone standing in front of him -- he’s certain that he has at least one or two classes with them, but for the life of him, he can’t seem to remember their name. They looked amused, obviously entertained by the dour look on his face as he scanned the room as he entered, and they handed him a cup of… something. “Relax, it’s just orange juice.”

He sniffed it curiously -- it’s not that he didn’t trust them, it’s that he doesn’t trust anyone. Deeming it safe he took a sip and watched curiously as they stood beside him. He wanted to ask them their name -- he felt awful for not remembering it, and yet, they were willing to just stand there with him, drinking orange juice. Taking another glance at them, he sees the puffy white shirt and tricorn hat and can’t help but grin, “Pirate, huh?”

They laughed and nodded, “Look, I stole the hat, but everything else is from my closet, I swear!” He couldn’t help but laugh with them, it seemed to be contagious, “I take it that you’re a ridiculously stressed out college freshman who was dragged here by a friend?”

The question was light hearted and he couldn’t help but smile and nod as he took another drink, "Oh this isn't a costume, this is my natural state of being."

Their free hand grabbed his and they pulled him onto the dancefloor, “Well then, I guess we’ll have to fix that.” Finishing their drinks they discarded them somewhere in the hall and he pulled them in for a dance, maybe, just maybe, he’d have to thank Keigo in the morning. That is if he ever learned their name.