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nothing, and i mean NOTHING, compares to joining a new fandom and reading through all the ____ x reader tags. it’s akin to opening gifts on christmas or recieving a package in the mail. actually, scratch that; it’s th equivalent of ascending to the heavens

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Once my exams end I’ll probably start writing for 2 more fandoms + I should start posting more yay <3

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I’m a liar.

Oops it’s been a week… new post tmr..maaaybe.

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Oops it’s been a week… new post tmr..maaaybe.

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𐙚 ⋆˙⟡ Bleach characters w/ a feminine reader!

Summary: Certain Bleach characters and how they act/ what they do with a reader that presents and acts in a feminine way

Content: GN! Reader, but they’re very fem presenting and act very feminine too! Crack, lots of messing about with Kon, fluff, crying involved in Uryu’s part but they’re all happy tears!

Characters: Ichigo kurosaki, Uryu ishida

Word count: 1k/0.9 (1.9k words in total!)

Notes: Okay I actually had a lot of fun writing this! Sorry for being inactive, I’ve got exams, I’m a bit of a slow writer and paired with the fact I’m terrible w focusing on writing for more than 10 minutes it’s been a little tricky…૮꒰˶  - ˕ -꒱ა anyways! I have like 4 other characters planned for this which will be added to my bleach characters whenever I update… hopefully soon! This is also my first time writing for Ichigo so I hope he isn’t ooc or anything </33 hope you all enjoy!

Ichigo Kurosaki

Ichigo is probably the furthest thing from feminine. However, he would hold a great amount of respect for you, admiring the fact that you feel comfortable enough to express yourself in the way you know and love to.

Additionally, if you pleaded enough, he wouldn’t mind complying to your requests of him to join you in your girly activities.

You want to paint his nails? Sure, go ahead, but only with the clear polish. You want to see how one of your necklaces would look on him? Why would you want to do that…? Okay, fine, but quickly. And no photos. You want him to try on a cute, frilly shirt you picked up the other day? No. Absolutely not.

Playing dress up with Kon… you actually have quite a few dolls that’re similar to his size, so you try and see what they would look like on him.

Ichigo wouldn’t be an active participant, but he sure as hell wouldn’t miss out on witnessing it.

One of two things would happen. If you didn’t know about Kon being a mod soul, it would be a relatively peaceful experience, at least on your end.

Carefully taking one of the several detailed little dresses and bonnets on and off of him, showing each outfit to Ichigo with innocent glee, who’s putting his absolute all into not bursting out laughing.

Not at your doll outfits, no, but at Kon, because even though he’s limp in your hands, Ichigo can see the desperation in his eyes.

That itself is a comedic situation, especially for Ichigo, but the second option, which is a far more hysterical outcome, is if you were truly aware that Kon could speak…

“Kon, please come back!” You plead, motioning to your lap. “This is the last one, I promise!”

You’re currently sat on Ichigo’s bed, with Kon having leaped out of your arms the moment you had taken off one of your toy doll’s dresses. The mod soul was now making an attempt to get into the closet (which wasn’t working, obviously. He’s far too weak to do that.)

You sigh, turning to your right, where Ichigo sat criss-cross applesauce, who (very poorly) was making an effort to conceal his laughter, a hand stuck to his mouth.

You give him a desperate look, which in response to, he simply just shrugged his shoulders and gave you a humorous smirk back. You look back at Kon, who’s now pummelling the closet doors which produced repetitive, muted thuds. You leave the bed and take a few steps towards him.

“Please on Kon. I mean it, this is the last outfit!”

“You’ve said that already!” He squeals.

You sigh.

You take another step forward.

The stuffed animal froze up instantly like a deer caught in headlights, not daring to turn his head around.

There was silence for a little while.

Not a sound from Kon, not a sound from Ichigo, and not a sound from you- apart from your quiet and slow breaths.

You took another step and Kon let out a glass shattering screech, as if warning you not to take another step, which worked, as you took one back.

“Hey, keep it down!” Ichigo scolded, his relaxed form changing, his back straightening up.

Kon, in fact, did not turn it down a notch, but instead pointed at Ichigo, and started to rant— “You! You didn’t do anything to help me! You just watched and laughed as I was utterly humiliated!”

“Humiliated?” You questioned, butting in. “I don’t think these outfits are humiliating… what do you think Ichigo?”

“I think they’re cool. I don’t see why Kon shouldn’t wear them.”

“Exactly! You understand me! So please, Kon, one last dress?”

“No! I absolutely refuse!”

You sigh, teetering on the precipice of defeat. You look off to where Ichigo is sat, and though your face was originally filled with creases from the extensive amount of borderline melodramatic frowning you were doing, a spark of hope reignited your dampened soul and your eyes lit up as you thought of something utterly devious.

Lit with a newfound determination, you grabbed Kon (you were decently surprised at the lack of struggling on his end), being careful not to scare him, whispering something in his ear.

You then looked back at Ichigo, still sat up and slightly alert, whose eyes were darting between you and Kon’s indifferent expressions. The more he looked at you, the less easy it was to conceal the growing beam on your face, and small giggles began to spill out from your lips. This action caused his brows to furrow.

You sat back down on Ichigo’s bed, holding up the once discarded outfit, and gestured to your lap once more. “Come on, Kon. This is the last one.”

“Yeah. You’ll look amazing in this one.” The confused look on Ichigo’s face had been swiftly replaced to a humoured one, as he taunted the stuffed animal once again.

Kon muttered something under his breath— something that you could hear— but something the boy couldn’t. You let out another melodic giggle as you slipped Kon’s paw through a dress sleeve.

“Hey, Kon. What did you just say?”

“He said that he bets you’ll look amazing too,” you calmly replied, as you set Kon aside in what you thought to be the cutest, girliest and frilliest dress of all that you’d put him in.

“Me- amazing- what… what are you talking about?” Ichigo starts spluttering. Ironic.

“Kon! Get him!” You commanded once you finished dressing him up, to which the stuffed animal more than happily obliged, leaping from the bed to where Ichigo was sat, tackling him. “Kon let me put this outfit on him if I promised to try out my accessories on you. Please forgive me, Ichigo!”

“Hey! I didn’t agree to this- Kon-” The ginger groaned, trying to deal with Kon in a way that wouldn’t ruin the delicate outfit that you’d just put on the animal. “Kon- get off-”

You start walking towards him, holding up accessories that you’d gotten from heaven knows where. “Don’t worry Ichigo! I only have a few items to try out…”

“That’s not any better!”

Uryu Ishida

You and Uryu would be able to get on with each other very well.

Though he isn’t one to wear feminine things himself, I believe that he’d fondly acknowledge and respect anything regarding to your femininity, as to you, it’s become a crucial part of your everyday life.

He genuinely does appreciates your soft and gentle nature, the way you conduct yourself is a peaceful (but absolutely welcome) contrast to the chaotic normalcy within Karakura town.

Helping Uryu come up with cute clothing designs! Him coming to you for input on more feminine types of clothing because he knows it’s something that you’ve got a massive interest in.

He’ll go out of his way to try out new fabrics, styles of clothing and patterns. It’s a nice learning experience for him!

Making him listen to lessons based off of your favourite types of fashion styles…he’s super focused as you list off all the things you know about them, and although he’s silent, he’s making tons of mental notes.

There was one time you offered to model a cute blouse for him, and ever since, you’ve constantly been modelling lots of his creations!

He won’t admit it, but he makes a lot of his clothes while thinking of you, the thought of what you would think of the different garments always lingering at the back of his mind.

Being able to try on a bunch of his finished works that fit your aesthetics…it’s pretty much a win win situation for the both of you!

You get to try on cute outfits that you might even go on to keep (if you ask Uryu nicely enough), and Uryu gets to experiment with different clothing styles, patterns and fabrics, which to be fair, he already has, but he gets to model them on you which is a win in his books.

“It’s so pretty…” you gasped, your voice trailing off, holding the dress that Uryu had just gifted to you. “I love it!”

You were sat in one of the many rooms of the Ishida residence on a sleek, comfortable wooden chair, and Uryu was sat opposite you, with only a matching wooden table between the two of you.

You’d received items of clothing from Uryu before, and you’d tried plenty of them on. Dresses, skirts and shirts were all things that you’d been gifted before. However, they had never been as detailed as the one you held so daintily in your hands. There’s no way a plain white blouse with lace on the edges could compare to this.

As your hand slowly brushed against it, you realised that the dress was incredibly soft, in your favourite colour, and its fabric was most definitely high-quality. It was long sleeved, and white ribbons were tied around their cuffs. It also had a lacy collar, as well as a zipper on the back of the dress.

You could tell that it was sewn by him, his signature techniques were all over the it: lots of frills along the hems of the dress, cute and detailed embroidery in pure white silk that consisted of hearts and flowers. Well, hearts and flowers weren’t really his signatures, but embroidery was.

At first, there was a smile on your face.

It was a wide one, it was one that truly showcased how happy you were with what you’d received. However, it contorted into a wobbly and shaky pout. You should’ve seen it with how you started to sniffle, but before you realised it, your vision started to blur, and despite your best efforts to hold it back, tears fell.

You couldn’t see it through the barrage of tears, but Uryu was distressed due to your sudden outburst. He was confused and unsure of how to approach you. You couldn’t be upset at the dress, right? You were just smiling at him, literally just mentioning how you loved it. Perhaps it was something else?

“Are you…alright?” He inquired haphazardly, one of his arms reaching out cautiously across the table to comfort you.

“Yes, I’m more than alright.” You set the dress on the table and wiped the tears that had stained your face off properly. You looked back at him with glossy eyes that were threatening to spill with tears again and shakily exhaled. “I was just feeling incredibly emotional, I apologise. I’m really happy, actually.”

“Thank goodness, I thought that I’d done something wrong.”

“No! The dress you’ve given me is beautiful, Uryu.”

“So beautiful that you had to cry?”

“Please don’t tease me…” you say, your face heating up furiously, thinking back to your sobbing state from just a few moments prior. “it’s embarrassing!”

There’s a calm silence and much needed tranquility in the room that you soak in as you calm yourself down. Your face was still hot all over— you were still slightly embarrassed at what had transpired— you didn’t really mean to cry, but you couldn’t help it! With a dress as gorgeous as this one, it would be rather disrespectful to not show any gratitude…

…yours, in this case, just came in the form of an emotional outburst.

You looked down at your lap in shame.

You heard a bit of ruffling on Uryu’s end, and looked up to find him holding out a handkerchief.

“Take it,” he tells you. “It’s fresh, don’t worry.”

You oblige, taking the handkerchief and using it to dab at your face once more, laughing slightly. “Thank you, Uryu.”

“Please don’t scare me like that again. I didn’t like seeing you cry.”

“I’ll try, but I can’t promise anything!”

Uryu sighed in relief. “That’s enough for me.”

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Aaa sorry for the inactivity guys </3 it’s exam season!! I promise after this I’ll get back on track and fulfill all ur requests and write tons ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

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Focus on me…

Summary: You have an issue. You can’t focus on your classwork, like, at all. Your boyfriend offers to help you catch up with it, however, things go south.

Content: GN! Reader, fluff, hurt/comfort if you squint, established relationship and study dates! Barely proofread!

Character: Uryu ishida

Word count: 2.8k

Notes: Okay it’s been a month since I last uploaded any writing on here… I wonder whose fault that is…(ᵕ—ᴗ—) anyway, this had been sitting in my

You had a major issue, and that was staying focused.

Well, you could, when you really tried. But there were things that were much more interesting to pay attention to over the dull explanations that your teacher continued to drag out. 

For example, the clock. Watching the hands tick captivated you, despite how mundane it was. You stopped however, as watching it made you feel sluggish- watching the minutes go by wasn’t the best idea… it made it seem as if time was dragging out even longer, dangling the opportunity to leave the classroom in front of you like a carrot on a stick.

‘Hm, what else is there to look at?’ You think to yourself, silently sighing as you pick up a random pen and fiddle with it. Your eyes darted around the classroom until they landed on the figure of your boyfriend, Ishida Uryu, whose desk was in the row in front of yours. From where you were, it wasn’t enough to see his face in its entirety, you were content with staring at his side profile, which was just about visible from your angle. 

From your seat , you could see how focused he was on his own work- nothing like you. You two had always been polar opposites, but it wasn’t something you didn’t like- it was quite contrary to that.

You were more energetic and bubbly. Uryu was more reserved. You considered yourself to have an overall sweeter demeanour, while he exerted an air of coolness- at least from afar. He was a massive dork when you did get to know him on a deeper level, but he was still cool at times, at least to you. That was something you couldn’t deny. 

Even with the most mundane activities, like him simply sewing, they’d capture your heart nonetheless. Your hands rested comfortably on your cheeks as you thought back to those domestic moments, like him adding embroidery to your handkerchief (the same one you would use to lovingly clean his glasses) with nothing but utter care. The way his features had wrinkled, showing nothing but pure concentration as he’d worked on doing so, the way he’d engage in conversation with you while already being so focused on something, they were all things that made you swoon.

Still, there were little voices in your head that were telling you to get on with what was in front of you, but in your defense, this work was stuff that you could probably catch up on later. You’re sure your boyfriend wouldn’t mind lending you notes. Probably. Maybe…

So you decided to keep yourself occupied with other things around you with no focus at all on the classwork.

‘Uryu wouldn’t mind,’ you reassured yourself.

Uryu, in fact, did mind. He wouldn’t have minded passing you notes for a class if it was a one-off occasion, but as of late, he’d noticed how much you’d been slacking off in classes. He’d been pretty compliant at first. He wasn’t really one to give out notes, no. He was someone that’d help others out if they needed assistance, yes, but he never normally found himself giving out notes that much.

It wasn’t that often, normally. It’d be when you were sick, or off for whatever reason, he’d gladly lend you notes then, and even go over them with you if there was something you didn’t understand. 

Then, you’d start to ask after class or after school. In your words, “it was hard to understand,” and you “didn’t want to fall behind!” Which he understood, so he’d given you his notes again. And again, and again, and again. And each time, it had become more and more obvious that there wasn’t really a proper reason why other than the a fact that you weren’t paying attention.

Even though he sat in the row in front of you, he’d felt your eyes gazing longingly at the back of his head. You weren’t really discreet with it either- the way you’d immediately cast your gaze to the window once he’d turn his head and stare right back at you was a sight that brought a small smirk to his face, every single time. Of course, he hadn’t bought your constant staring up in a conversation. 

Up until now. It was lunch, and he was sat in the classroom- typical. You weren’t surprised- he did normally keep to himself, or hang out with you, although there were occasions you’d see him with Kurosaki, Yasutora, and their group of friends.

He was sat in a seat near the window reading a book, his brows furrowed ever so slightly as his eyes looked down at the pages with nothing but utter concentration.

You waltzed into the classroom, and Uryu looked up from where he was sat, his expression and attitude indifferent even though it was you. Also typical.

You dashed towards your boyfriend with a smirk on your face. “Uryu-“

“No,” he replied hastily, cutting you off.

You visibly deflate, a sigh escaping your lips. “I haven’t even said anything yet!”

He deadpans. “If it’s about copying down my notes again, I don’t want to hear it.”

“…how did you know.”

“[Name], have you registered the amount of times you’ve come to me for notes now?”

You divert your eyes. “It’s only been a few times. It’s not been that many.”

“[Name], you’ve asked me for notes for different classes at least 10 times over the past few weeks.”

“not that many,” you repeated in a singsong manner.

“You’re not serious.”

There’s a mischievous grin on your face that Uryu really wishes you’d get rid of, the first reason being because your smiles were contagious, and he feared that he’d be unable to keep his composure, and the second being that he was finding it increasingly difficult to take the situation seriously when you weren’t even doing so in the first place.

You cross your arms and stare the spectacled man dead in his eyes. “I am.”

“You’re not.”

“I am,”

“You aren’t, [Name].”

“I so am!”

Uryu remained silent, his attention back on the book, deciding not to entertain your hysterics anymore. 

“Well, aren’t you happy to see your amazing partner?” You mutter as you pull a chair from another desk, moving it to his.

“Normally yes, but not when you’re constantly nagging for notes. How much attention have you been paying in class recently?”

You remained silent, unwilling to say a word. Despite that, the both of you still knew the answer to that question. Instead, you slump down onto his desk, place your head in your hands, and let out an obnoxiously loud groan.

Though you’re not looking directly at him, you can feel Uryu’s eyes drilling holes into your skull. He lets out a loud sigh, pushing his glasses up.

“How about this, I’ll help you catch up with anything you’re missing,” he pauses. “We’ll do the work over at your house and actually make sure you’re doing work instead of staring at the back of my head all day long.”

Your cheeks grow warm and your eyes widen, followed by the fit of giggles that escapes the confines of your mouth. An instant change in mood. “As long as I’m spending time with you, I don’t mind at all!”

“…you do realise that we will be working, right?”

“It’s a study date though, that’s plenty a reason to be happy!”

Hours later, you’re sat in your room, sluggishly sliding off of your bed and onto the floor. On said floor, books are littered all around. Some of them were probably regular reading books that you’d claimed to read to “brush up on your Japanese!” while the others were ones that you were supposed to be using to study with. You were treating both like poison.

There was an adamant refusal to touch those books again. Wether it was due to not understanding the contents of them, or just not wanting to learn at all, Uryu couldn’t tell.

He was the one in the middle of this sorry sight, and god, did he hate being a witness. He was able to get you to concentrate on your studies for a total of 15 minutes before your mind started wandering elsewhere. 

‘Maybe,’ he thought to himself, watching you fidget with one of the multiple stuffed animals in the room, ‘just maybe, I should’ve hosted this at my house instead.’

You had decided to start juggling around the stuffed animals. They were small in size, so that wasn’t an issue... until you lost control of them and they ended up flying in the air, one of them hitting Uryu on the head.

…oops.

You can only offer him a lopsided smile as he gives you an incredibly strained one in return- was his eye twitching? Yes. His eye was, in fact, twitching.

Instead of an outburst, he just sighs and gathers a few of the things on the floor. He’s still trying to get you to do some work? A commendable feat..

It’s not like you were being difficult on purpose to avoid doing the work. You wouldn’t subject Uryu to that level of tomfoolery, oh no. That was too cruel for your boyfriend, especially because you knew he was trying to actually help you and dedicate his time towards you. 

It was true, you didn’t focus, you’d had a massive disinterest in the work and you’d shown nothing but utter reluctance towards the notion of actually completing the task, but this wasn’t you trying to piss Uryu off. He had his other friends for that, although that was normally a humorous sight.

This was just pathetic.

You just really couldn’t focus though. Any old habits of studying must’ve perished over the summer because you couldn’t think of a single method that you wouldn’t have given up on within the span of 10 minutes.

Maybe it was that and procrastination that had you in a headlock, and maybe you trying to escape from it wasn’t the best idea. This wasn’t usually like you, either.

You sit in silence as you watch Uryu separate the books between those which were apparently for “brushing up on Japanese” and those for actual studying.

Sitting around was incredibly boring to you.

That was a fact. Watching Uryu meagerly pick up things was just boring to you. Underneath that boredom though, there was a slight pang of guilt in your heart that just kept on tugging and tugging, making itself more known.

“You’re way too patient with me, you know?” You comment with a sloppy smirk painted across your features, moving to grab a pile of books that he’d organised, placing them back in their respective places (none of which was the floor of your bedroom.) 

“I’m surprised myself,” Uryu retorts. You can tell it’s lighthearted, the way he looks back at you after he says that is a dead giveaway. “Let’s go on a walk, it’s clear that we’re not going to get any work done right now.”

You followed him out of your house, the sun hitting your face almost immediately. The late summer weather was incredibly relaxing and reassuring, melting most of your worries away. 

Clasping your hand with Uryu’s, you walk along the roads of Karakura town, a comfortable silence being shared between the two of you. It was accompanied by the prideful golden sun, whose rays were shimmering majestically, that was slowly but surely setting. It was still at a decent level in the sky, however the streaks of deep orange were beginning to make themselves more apparent. 

You make a turn towards a park. The space around is clear with a few benches littered here and there, as well as a little playground with a set of swings. The summer cicadas hum as you take the lead, pulling your boyfriend towards the aforementioned area. You sit on the swings, Uryu doing the same, while keeping your hands intertwined.

Though you’re sure it hasn’t been that long, the sun sinks even lower, it’s brilliant rays shining brighter (if that was even possible). Any hints of blue in the sky had been replaced with gorgeous oranges, ruby reds, and even a few dabbles of warm purples too.

You break the silence first. “This is becoming more of a regular date than a study date.”

There’s a pause, before Uryu speaks up from your left. “That’s true, but…” he trails off, seemingly to pause to think of a couple more words to say. “But it’s not bad.”

You slowly nod, looking down at the ground as you continue to softly swing back and forth, embracing the summer scenery and sounds. 

It’s now, in this calm and gentle mood, that you’re truly able to think clearly. About everything.

It was true that you were losing focus and acting unbothered about your work, but deep deep down, you knew that you wanted to regain your ability to take in information without fiddling with a pen after a couple of minutes. You knew that you didn’t want to fall behind on your studies, and that no amount of fooling around would get rid of that feeling. You knew that although he’d be more than willing to help you every single time, you needed to get your own focus back so he could do so properly. You knew that the issue was regaining that focus and motivation back, and you knew it was something that was becoming more and more of an issue.

You’re so deep in thought that you don’t register the firm amount of pressure applied on your hand- that being Uryu’s doing.

He was squeezing it. It was enough to jolt you out of your thinking session, but it didn’t hurt in the slightest.

Your sight moves from his hand, to his arm, and finally to his face, and upon it rested an unusually soft smile.

Your cheeks couldn’t help but warm witnessing such a pretty sight. To be fair, even though you hadn’t remained focused for a lot of your lessons, you had spent it looking at one person. And right now, as the sun set and framed his face in an almost elysian manner, you just couldn’t help but think to yourself: ‘A sight like this is absolutely worth missing out on some notes for.’ 

You squeeze his hand back, finally mustering up a reply. “That’s true. Nothing is ever bad when it’s with you, Uryu. I do wish I could think straight enough to actually get something done though.”

“That’s possible. I’m sure.”

“…didn’t you just witness what happened earlier in my room today?”

More silence. More chirping from the cicadas, the soft bustling of wind caressing the tree leaves and branches, and creaking from the swings.

“That doesn’t mean it isn’t possible,” his brows furrow as his features show determination. “I’ve seen you do well before. It’s possible. Right now you’re just-”

“In my own little world,” you finish, smiling ahead. “I’m figuring it out, Uryu.”

He gazes at you intently.

“I can focus. I know this because even though I wouldn’t get some notes down, or remember what happened in our classes well, there was one thing I’d consistently look at all that time.” Your hand slips out of his, as you start to properly swing on the playground equipment. Though there’s hesitation creaking through the swing at first, but the higher you go, the more it fades. 

Uryu simply watches from the side, seeming to thrive off of the bliss that you’re currently experiencing. As you swing higher and higher, as the sun hits your face and just about shows that infectious smile of yours, he just watches on, waiting for the next sentence, which eventually comes when your swinging slows and you finally plant your feet back on the ground.

You earnestly beam back at the boy. “That thing was you.”

In that moment in time, it’s as if the world had stopped. And oh, Uryu wished that he could take a photo of your face right now. In this moment, even the sun that seemed to glow so bright had seemed to dim exponentially when he looked at how happy you seemed to be.

At that moment, he could only focus on you.

You stood up from the swing and walked over to the one that Uryu was on, and held out your hand to him. “Let’s go back to my place,” you stated, a refreshing smile on your face. “I think I’m ready to try to study again.”

Your boyfriend chuckles, taking your hand in his, interlocking the two. “Don’t lose focus this time.”

You giggle to yourself, a bounce in your step as you walk back. This little walk that the two have gone on might just have been exactly what you needed. Something to clear your mind, something to detangle your thoughts, something to give you hope. This was an incredibly successful mood lifter. It had all happened due to your studying, or rather the lack of it, but you were positive it was worth it.

And this time, now that you’ve focused on what you love,

You’re ready to use that focus on something else now. Just temporarily.

“I’ll try.”

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Ok I lied but I’m seriously gonna post soon and I’ll b writing lots!! I’ve just been so busy recently but I’m on break now so expect a lot more :))

Omg sorry for being inactive for so long </33 I promise I’ll get some writing done this week,, I was just super busy last week and that got in the way of writing aaa

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Omg sorry for being inactive for so long </33 I promise I’ll get some writing done this week,, I was just super busy last week and that got in the way of writing aaa

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Aaa I have no idea what to write… if u have any ideas that you’d like to see written please send me a request id love to write it up!! (Pls check my rules and who I write before u do tho ^_^)

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⋆☀︎︎. Those lazy mornings…

Request: Give me some cuddle or lazy morning hcs with my favorite flower boy please 🌸❤️ (Hanataro) SFW obviously

Summary: HCs of what lazy mornings are like with Hanataro (as well as what it’s like to cuddle with him!!)

Content: GN! Reader, lots of fluff!

Character: Hanataro Yamada!!

Word count: 0.7k

Notes: Tysm for ur request!! This was so fun to write, despite it being a little shorter than I wanted it to be >< I’ve taken a notice to how much I’ve been using the word sweet but I can’t entirely help it…when it comes to Hanataro and Orihime!! They’re just so sweet. Probably the sweetest characters in Bleach (from what I’ve watched so far ><). Could this be a sign for me to expand my vocabulary? Hmm…

Lazy mornings with Hanataro would be so relaxing; if I had to describe it, It’s honestly cuteness overload. A hundred, no, a thousand times over. It’s like swallowing a big spoon of sugar down with nothing else. It’s like eating raw honeycomb, or spotting a cute little bumblebee! It’s both adorable and insanely sweet ♡

He’s such a shy guy, and it’s so adorable to witness! He’s so cute!

If you wake up before him you’ll be met with the sight of his sleeping face. He’s definitely the type of person to snore: not in an obnoxious way, but someone that snores in a quiet and cute manner. They’re type of snores you’d have to be deathly silent to hear.

If he wakes up before you, he’d be slow at first. Slightly disoriented, just stirring awake before he gets out of bed, not before looking at you! Seeing your face first thing in the morning gives him motivation to start his day!

However… I do think he’s someone that can be convinced to stay in bed. It honestly doesn’t take much effort, all you have to do is say something like “Stay here a little longer…” while you’re still drowsy (though honestly he’d fold and join you regardless of wether or not you’re half asleep) and he’s now back beside you, stuck to the bed like glue.

Anyway, when he’s finally ready to make a (slow) start to his morning, he’ll get out of bed and make the both of you a sufficient breakfast meal! He’s not the best cook, however he’s good enough at it to make you some really nice and tasty food. So nice and tasty, in-fact, that you can smell (and tell) how good it is from your room!

You don’t even need to worry about getting up to eat it: he’ll bring it to you!! A nice, slow, breakfast in bed for the both of you. Hanataro’s the type of person that really wants to know about your reaction to his stuff. Please, please, please tell him about what you think of his food! A single compliment is enough to make him a blushing, stuttering mess. More than that and he’ll turn into a tomato, cease all functioning and spontaneously combust.

“Y-you actually liked my food? I’m really glad!”(*´▽`*) <- that’s his face btw. This Kaomoji perfectly represents Hanataro.

So yeah, a lazy morning with him would be really cute. It’s not entirely lazy, as there’s a bit of activity on Hanataro’s end, but it’s slow and sweet enough for you both to enjoy and bask in eachother’s closeness and make what might not be a long amount of time something that will stick with you for the rest of the day, even if you’re incredibly busy.

Now, as for cuddling, I think that’s even sweeter, if that’s even possible.

Hanataro is someone that would spoon with you, but as for him being a little or a big spoon, I don’t think he’d particularly mind being either. I think he’d be a little more of a little spoon than a big spoon, but it’s all very interchangeable. When I think of him acting as big spoon though, I think of a koala hugging a tree.

I think he’d feel really comfortable due to the fact that he’s able to feel you so close to him. I think think that spooning is something that he personally finds super calming because he can see, hear and feel you.

He doesn’t need to face you directly to know that you’re okay: the steady rise and fall of your chest, the warmth that he feels from having your arms wrapped around him, (or him having his arms wrapped around you,) and your soft breathing are all indicators that you’re safe, and that makes him happy enough.

Plus, if he were face to face with you I think he might just evaporate on the spot…

While cuddling, I also think he’d be very open to listening to anything you have to say. Yes, please tell him about how your day went, the things you did, what you enjoyed about it, or even the things you disliked about it. He’s genuinely such a good listener <33

There’s a 50/50 chance of the two of you falling asleep while cuddling, which is understandable… cuddles with Hanataro are calming and safe to the point that it’d happen!

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Give me some cuddle or lazy morning hcs with my favorite flower boy please 🌸❤️ (Hanataro) SFW obviously

Posted <33 I hope u enjoy the hcs ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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After reading 205 chapters in the span of a day, I think I should start writing for Sakamoto days >< I’ll probably add to the list of characters I write for (as well as updating the bleach one!!) n start writing for it when I’ve written up 3 different asks for bleach :33 I got a really cute Hanataro request so I wanna work on that first ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶꒱ა

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ Handicrafts 101…(ft. Uryu ishida!)

Summary: You wish to learn how to sew after seeing Uryu’s incredible embroidering skills for yourself while waiting for him to finish up at his club. A few days later, he’s prepared a little session for you to learn everything you need… what’re you waiting for? It’s time to learn!

Content: GN! Reader, pure fluff, a tiny bit of banter between u and Uryu!! Can be interpreted as platonic or romantic (though it does get a bit sappy at one point ><)

Character: Uryu ishida!!

Word count: 1.8k

Notes: This was super fun to write omg! I love the fact Uryu can sew, it’s just such a cute extra little thing about him that makes me adore him even more than I already do<33 I’m certain that he’d be more than happy to show someone how to sew like he does…I’m definitely thinking of making a part 2 for this! It doesn’t feel incomplete however I have thoughts and concepts of other things to do when sewing w/ Uryu. Anyway, sorry for rambling, hope you all enjoy reading this ^_^

Uryu is incredibly skilled with sewing. This is a fact.

Like, let’s be real. He’s made people dresses, shirts, and repaired many items while adding his signature Quincy cross to all…

From repairing Kon and putting him in a frilly dress, to fixing up his friends’ clothes, there’s a lot he’s capable of when it comes to the wonderful world of textiles.

So teaching you how to sew is super easy. That is, if you’re willing to learn.

He’d guide you and help you learn the basics, starting with simple stiches.

If you mess up, it’s okay! He’s got everything you might need. You used the wrong thread colour? He’s got the correct one waiting for you. You screwed up your stitch and you need to start again? He’s got a seam ripper on hand!

As long as you’re not being purposefully or overly wasteful with his equipment he wouldn’t care in the slightest. If you were, he’d scold you very lightly.

If there’s something specific you want to make, like a small plushie, or a pillow, hell, even an item of clothing, he’ll help you do it!

I think he’s someone that takes pride in his skill, as well as the ability that he’s able to teach you this skill as well.

He’d find joy in teaching you sewing, it’s a hobby of his that he dearly enjoys, and sharing it with someone close to him is something that he’ll forever find comfort in.

The afternoon sun is warm and accommodating, and although it’s visible through your window, its rays don’t irritate you, or prevent you from eagerly looking at Uryu, whose focus is on preparing the activity you guys had been planning for…

It’d only started a couple days ago when you’d been waiting for Uryu to finish up at the handicrafts club. He’d been so focused while working on some embroidery at his desk, and you chuckled as you remember how he’d jumped for a split moment when you snuck up behind him.

“Please,” he’d let out a slightly shaky sigh, readjusting his glasses and delicately placing his needle and embroidery down before he’d turned to look at you. “Don’t scare me like that.”

“I didn’t think I’d actually make you jump, sorry…” you had trailed off, looking at his desk. Your eyes immediately begin to sparkle when you saw the gorgeous embroidery that he’d been working on prior to your arrival. It only took you one look at the ruby red thread and the the deep shades of green that accompanied it to recognise that he had been embroidering a rose- a gorgeous one at that. The flower had been embroidered so well, and it looked so full of life that just gazing at it had made you feel warm inside.

You had stopped, however, when you’d felt a finger prod at the side of your arm. You turned to see that Uryu had been looking at you, confusion written all over his face.

“Are you okay? You were zoning out,” he’d asked you.

“Ah- No! I was just really interested in the stuff you were sewing,” you stammered, fiddling with your hands. You’d felt your face heat up in pure embarrassment.

Uryu’s lips curved upwards and his eyebrows raised. “Really?”

“Yes, really! You’re so good at sewing, this looks so gorgeous! I wish I could make things like that,” you mused.

It hadn’t been the first time you’d seen Uryu sew: he had made and repaired tons of different items for all sorts of occasions.

But this was the first time you’d actively commented on wanting to learn something he excelled at, which ended up leading to now.

The two of you preparing to sew in the comforting place that was your bedroom— or rather, Uryu preparing to teach you some basic sewing.

“Some of the stuff involving sewing is quite easy,” Uryu mutters, giving you a basic rundown on what’s to come. His back is hunched and his legs are crossed as he finishes up organising all the equipment. It’s neatly arranged on the floor; it’s so typical of Uryu to sort things out in such a manner that it makes you smile. “It can get quite tricky, but it’s something we can work on together. Now come on, we don’t have all day.”

And so it begins.

You and Uryu are now sat facing eachother, the only thing between the two of you being the sewing equipment.

“We’ll start with some basic stitches,” Uryu declared. “Grab your needle, a some of the fabric, and you can pick your thread colour.”

You eagerly nod, doing what he says with haste. You’re thankful that Uryu had organised everything nicely. You picked out a fine needle, a small amount of the pre-cut white fabric, but you pause in wonder when you look at the bobbins of threads. There are so many colours, and your face morphs into multiple diverse expressions as your hand hesitantly bounces back and forth from each thread bobbin.

“What’s taking you so long?” Uryu questions, his equipment already in his hands.

“It’s just— I can’t— there are way too many pretty threads to use!” You whine, throwing your hands around.

“I only bought twelve.”

“Twelve too many!”

A quick sigh escapes leaves Uryu’s mouth, and though he seemed to be slightly agitated by the amount of time it was taking to get everything together, it was honestly the opposite.

Although you both had yet to start on the actual sewing, Uryu was simply happy to be able to teach you, and to his chagrin, he did actually find your indecisiveness quite adorable.

“Hurry up and pick.”

“Don’t rush me! This is your fault, you know.”

“How is it my fault-”

“You brought way too many colours along!”

Okay. You’d finally picked out a thread colour for yourself. Well actually— Uryu had, because in his words, you were “far too indecisive.”

…you did agree with that statement, but you’d die on the hill that it was his fault that you’d been that way. It’s not your fault there are way too many pretty colours to pick from! No way!

Anyway, you thought to yourself, it’s time to focus.

A fleeting grin graced Uryu’s lips for a split moment as he looked at you; so intent on learning, the determined look on your face providing him some sort of solace.

He wasn’t sure of what to make of it— it wasn’t like this feeling was foreign— heavens, no.

You’d shared countless amounts of sweet moments together, but to Uryu there was something so special, something brilliantly foreign about passing down one of his favourite pastimes to you, and it was then, the moment when he’d seen your evident determination and want to learn, that he promised to himself that he’d do his very best to teach you the art of sewing.

So he clears his throat, holding up his needle and thread. “We’ll start with a front stitch. First, you need to put your thread through your needle, then tie a knot at the end.

You follow his instruction with moderate ease, only slightly struggling when it comes to poking the thread through the tiny needle hole.

“That’ll act as an anchor, and stop your thread from slipping off when we get to sewing. Now, we’ll start with a straight stitch,”

He holds his fabric out so you can see it, and starts sewing at a much slower pace than what you’re used to seeing. He weaves his needle through the material with ease, and the feeling of your eyes focused on his actions has him swelling with pride.

There’s a low muttering that flows out of his mouth in rhythm with the bobbing of his hand. Up, down, up, down…

You were enjoying viewing this. Uryu looked incredibly relaxed, and with his expertise you found learning from him (both visually and verbally) to be very easy.

He quickly finished up, showing you the white fabric and the deep blue thread that presented his stitch, sewed in a perfectly neat and straight line

You were eager to work on yours, and work on it you did. It was quite easy: you followed Uryu’s previous actions and he watched.

“Up, down, up, down,” you repeated, slowly poking your needle through the fabric, then letting it dip and disappear again. You were admittedly slower with yours, but you liked the way it was turning out (despite the fact that it was a little wonky from how shaky your hand was while sewing) and when it was done, you showed Uryu, an accomplished look printed fiercely across your facial features.

He was looking over your stitching with a small smile on his face. He handed your fabric back to you, picking up his own to show you something new. He started sewing.

“Next, a backstitch. It’s a lot like a front stitch, but it doesn’t leave a gap between your stitches, see?” He showed you his unfinished stitch, which served as an example. “I start the stitch normally, then I go back, and continue again. You repeat those actions until you finish off the stitch.”

You nod, humming. “So it’s like going back and forth?”

“You could say that.”

“Okay then! Here goes…” your voice fades off as you begin to work on the stitch. It’s not as easy as last time— but it’s not painfully challenging either— it’s just right!

Back, forth, back, forth… are the only two words in your mind as you direct your focus back to the stitch. You finish it up, looking at your work with pride. Again, it’s a little wonky (with some of the stitches looking a little off,) but you’re satisfied with it regardless, and present it to the man in front of you. “What do you think, Uryu?”

“It looks great for a beginner. Some of the stitches are a little crooked, sure, but that can be fixed with more practice sessions.”

“More sessions ?” You echo, starry eyed.

“Of course- that is if you want to take part in more after this.”

“Of course! I’d really enjoy learning more with you Uryu. I’ve loved learning today so far, even though it hasn’t been much! You’re an incredible teacher, you make this sewing stuff super easy to understand and do! I want to make a pretty embroidered flower like you did the other day, so as long as you’re willing to teach me more…”

Uryu’s face gradually goes bright red the more you ramble, however, he’s still functioning well enough to give you a reply. “Yes! Of course! We’ve only learned a few basic stitches, however we can probably make a start on embroidery soon-”

“I’m glad! Anyway, what’s the next stitch?”

“It’s a blanket stitch. It’s a bit difficult, so do pay close attention. Now, you start by sewing closer to the edge of the fabric…”

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₊˚｡⋆❆ Orihime Inoue headcanons

Summary: HCs of what it would be like to be in a platonic and romantic relationship with Orihime <3

Content: GN! Reader, pretty much fluff! (Not beta read, sorry if there are any typos or misspellings ><)

Character: Orihime Inoue!!

Word count: 0.8k

Notes: aaa this took me way too long to write sorry!! It was plenty of fun and I enjoy writing for Orihime (she’s the sweetest >//<) I do feel like the romantic section could’ve been a bit longer but I’m actually quite pleased with how this turned out!! I hope you enjoy reading this ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

Platonic:

Orihime would be an incredible friend to have. She’s sweet, sympathetic, and supportive! Those are some of the most important qualities that any friend should have, and she excels in being all three. She definitely has more positive qualities as a friend, but I think I’d be here for far too long if I were to list each and every one.

Honestly, you couldn’t ask for a better friend! She’ll be there for you whenever possible in any type of situation.

She’s a very helpful girl. She’ll do her best to help you! Need help with homework? She’s got you covered! The two of you can go over it together at her place; Orihime will explain the subject in great detail for you. If it’s something physical, like carrying a bunch of books or different items, she’ll also help you with that. Orihime can do it!!(⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)

Orihime is an incredibly compassionate girl! If you’re ever feeling down, she’d gladly lend you an ear. She’d listen to your problems and even give you her personal thoughts on the situation if you wanted her to. She’s very perceptive, especially when it comes to emotions, so she’ll notice if something is up with you. As a friend, you don’t need to be afraid to come to her for comfort! As mentioned before, she’ll always be available to support you. You are her friend, after all!

On top of all this, Orihime is just a super silly girl in general. Her bubbly personality and ridiculously charming sense of humour is sure to have your sides hurting from how much you’ll be laughing at times! It might be because of something she says that’s just so hilariously bizarre, or maybe it’s something goofy that she does, but trust me, there’s never going to be a dull moment with Orihime around.

She’d also ask you to do taste tests with her! Trying out Orihime’s food can be a gamble at times— it’s not like her food is bad— it’s just that her choice in combinations is… unsettling. However, in terms of Orihime’s food, one thing that you can be confident about is her skills when it comes to baking! The food she bakes is die for, and if I were you, I’d take the opportunity to eat some.

Hanging out with Orihime would consist of the two of you either staying at her house or yours, and talking about recent events that have occurred in Karakura, life events, and other interesting topics that may pop up.

She’s the type of person to have a lot of trust in her friends, so please don’t go breaking it! She’s someone who treasure her friends deeply, and would do anything to protect them.

Romantic:

As for a romantic relationship, your time with her will probably be spent doing things identical to the actions and headcannons just mentioned, however there’s more of a deeper meaning behind it all. You could say that you’re wearing rose tinted glasses, however it goes a lot deeper than that. In fact, saying that a romantic relationship with Orihime rather than a platonic one is just like having rose tinted glasses isn’t necessarily untrue, but it’s a very shallow way of describing it. Every single moment spent with her just feels so much more special- much more sweeter.

She gets so shy at times, it’s so adorable. There are moments when you might be doing a regular activity— nothing special— but she’ll just go silent for a bit, smiling earnestly, a soft pink dusted over her cheeks, and she’ll just look at you. She’ll tell you how much you mean to her, how much she appreciates you, adores you, and cares for you and it’s the sweetest thing you could possibly witness.

Her preferred love language is words of affirmation, so do expect to be smothered with heartfelt sentences often!

As for pda with her, Orihime doesn’t mind too much. Things like holding hands, giving her a kiss on the cheek, or hugging are fine, but she’s into not super public pda. Don’t do anything more than that, respect her boundaries please!

Dates with Orihime would be very simple. Extravagance isn’t the way that she shows her love; simplicity is. She really doesn’t need anything fancy or lavish to show her love for you, she’s one that shows her love through her actions. She’s the type of girl that really puts a lot of thought into her dates: think of a romantic candlelight dinner (that she prepares the food and scenery for), or a casual yet cosy picnic out on a bright field…

She’s honestly a hopeless romantic. She’s so giggly and elated over being in a relationship with a lover in such a childish and pure way that it’s just so comforting to her, and when she’s with you, she feels like the luckiest girl in the world!

Overall, dating Orihime is something that’s soft, safe and comforting. It’s going to be a fun experience for sure, but as well as that— as long as you treat her right— it’ll be a smooth road with plenty of cute moments that you’ll come to cherish. It’s something that’ll have your heart racing for sure!

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｡⋆.✮°Bleach masterlist

Ichigo Kurosaki

Orihime Inoue

You attack my heart ⋆˙⟡♡

₊˚｡⋆❆ Orihime Inoue headcanons

Uryu Ishida

You attack my heart ⋆˙⟡♡

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Handicrafts 101…(ft. Uryu ishida!)

Kisuke Urahara

Hanataro Yamada

You attack my heart ⋆˙⟡♡

⋆☀︎︎. Those lazy mornings…