#ihweek

[marmeladovnas]

oh naruhina we're really in it now

[evanescentdawn]

Hello, Yuki 👋

just read your fic for IHweek, its adorable thank you for writing about Ichigo and Orihime ✨

If you still accept prompts would please you write about Ichihime date in an Aquarium maybe 🤔 

OMG THIS WAS SUCH A SWEET COMMENT THANK U I’m glad u liked that fic !!!

here is an aqua ichihime date <3 hope u like it. it was fun to write! theyre so 🥺

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Orihime giggles. Ichigo looks more disgruntled. It matches perfect with the lopsided absolutely cute blue shark hat on his hair.

“I look ridiculous.” He says.

“No! you look perfect!” She disagrees. "After all, Kurosaki-kun and sharks are very alike.” He also looks a tinyyy bit ridiculous, but she won't say that.

Ichigo snorts as he takes off the hat and puts it back. A shame, really. “Because I look intimidating to people?”

“A bit of that.” She says, smiling. “But also because sharks and Kurosaki-kun are often misunderstood as scary and intimidating when they can be so cute!”

"I wouldn't say sharks are cute."

Orihime gasps. "Take that back! They so are cute!" As proof of evidence, she grabs a tiny pulshie shark off the shelf and shoves in his face. "See!"

"Yes, of course." Ichigo says, rolling his eyes. "A shark plushie designed to be cute would be cute."

"They're modeled directly from sharks!" Now, Orihime knows she's just saying anything.

Ichigo sceptically squints at the squishie. "You're telling me....sharks have... big eyes like this?"

"...They took some liberaties."

Ichigo laughs. "Alright, I'll give you that. C'mon lets go. I think its time for penguin show."

"Already?!"

"It's been an hour, Inoue.”

Time can go so fast when she's with him, she thinks.

They leave the gift shop, buying the shark hat and plushie in the end, even if Ichigo swears down he will be not wearing the hat. It's for plushie.

Orihime laughs as she nods agreeably. She thinks that the hat might be too big for the plushie, though.

This is not the first time Orihime been to an aquarium together with Ichigo, though then it wasn't really Ichigo and Orihime but their whole group. It feels different this time.

Inluding more stomach butterflies as Ichigo causually weaves their fingers together. The warmth of his hand is devilishly dangerous! To her heart!

Despite how its been a while since they've started dating, there's still a lot Orihime can't get used to. She's felt the full force of Ichigo's love but this — the echo of ichigo's love being the same as hers is completely new.

"That was so much fun!" Orihime says, after the penguin show, as they are returning back home. She leans up to him to whisper, "I think Happy Feet was my favourite."

"The one that kept tripping over himself?" Ichigo says, laughter in his voice.

"Yes! He kept messing up the routine, ahaha. I think he did on purpose — wanted to see his keepers flail around."

He snorts, as he squeezes their joined hands and tugs it into his pocket. Orihime's heart skips a beat.

”…It’s nearly dark.” Ichigo comments, out of the blue. It’s not even that close to sun down. She notices the tips of his ears have turned red.

“Do you…want to stay over?” He asks.

Oh.

She stayed over before and doubts that Ichigo means anything else by that. His family is also home! But the way he asked her — the shyness in his posture and words make her feel weak.

“I’d…like that.” Orihime says, shifting slightly closer to him.

She doesn’t want the time with him to be over yet.

(also on AO3)

[liquorisce]

Hi, i keep coming back to your fics 🥰

hope to see you in IHweek2024

aww thank you!!! i really hope i can at least do something small for ihweek!!! <3

[crizmakesart]

Stars (Ichihime Week 2021~!)

"Inoue, you are like the sun! I'll never be lost with you by my side." 

"And to me, Kurosaki-kun's smile is like a sky full of stars.” 

[nyappycookie]

Quick comic for this prompt uwu

IH week, Day 2: Family

[heavenly-knight]

Ichihime week 2019 Day 1 - soulmate.

Soulmate AU, where everything's written by you on your hand appears on your soulmate's hand. Orihime is forgetful person that's why write on her hand what she needs to do. For example, go to the shop or library, buy some food, etc. All inscriptions appear on Ichigo's hand and one day he go to the library to find his soulmate.

[hanabi85]

Ichihime week (Soulmates)

Edit: I wish Tumblr fixed its downgrade quality. I made it high quality for nothing XD

[aburvalg]

IchiHime flashmob from favourite fandom:3 Day 1 Gentle Hands

[betweenbeatriceandbaudelaire]

Help me to carry the fire We will keep it alight together Help me to carry the fire It will light our way forever

Editors-No Sound But the Wind

[orihimekurosaki]

IHweek 2019/Day 1/Soulmates

Bleach Pilot 00: I’ll probably be reborn as a human…so next time…if we meet again…let’s talk a lot more!

Bleach chapter 237: I wish I could live life five times over. Then I’d be born in five different places, and I’d stuff myself with different food from around the world… I’d live five different lives with five different occupations… and then, for those five times… I’d fall in love with the same person.

[bleachihime]

ihweek day 2 domestic life

[botchedart]

Day 5 ‘horror’

I forgot to post the rest of my ihweek art here

Oops 😬

[bansept]

Ichihime Week | Day 6: Scars

Alright, this is just a little idea that I got and, since it holds an important place in my heart, wanted to write it.

It is short, and I'm not expecting everyone to like or agree with me on this one, because it's the way I see Orihime and one of her character development.

I didn't want to put it for Ihweek but honestly? Scars are scars because you get hurt to obtain them. Some heal, some are still triggering. It fits the theme, but I must put a Trigger Warning for reminding what Orihime went through.

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She laid on the small white towel, carefully laid out underneath her, and stared up at the sky.

A few clouds, maybe some birds here and there, chasing after the other. A tree, a few meters away, shaking with the wind, its leaves rustling with a comforting sound.

A fine day. The promise of a bright and calm future, as long as the sky remained blue, as long as the birds kept singing.

As long as Ichigo's head remained near hers, his eyes closed as he slept peacefully.

Orihime smiled softly, stopping her hand from tracing the contours of his face, knowing he would be awakened.

Yet, she sighed.

She was a broken person, but as the years went by, she learned to hide it under the mask of her smile. Narrowed eyes, corners of her mouth turned upwards, changing the subject to one of her dreams, the fantasy of her world enough to make the other people drop the subject.

She was broken from the start : never understanding what did she ever do wrong, what lead the people she could only call her parents to hate her existence. What forced her to fly away from them with her barely legally adult brother. She was broken because, even with her brother showering her with love, care and patience, she would always ask herself those questions.

She was broken after the start, when the only silver lighting in her life was brutally shut down. Her one and only hope for the future, the reason to smile and keep going was cruelly taken away from her young arms. After Sora's death... She created this mask of happiness, of goofiness. That way, no one could be worried about her. No one would ask questions, and the pain would never inflate.

She was broken. She had to say goodbye after finally knowing the past didn't define her. She had to run away to keep the others safe. To keep Tatuski, Chad, Uryu and so many more alive and well.

To keep Ichigo safe.

She was shattered, over, and over, and over again. the beatings, the degradations. The two faces of her most active abusers contorted in vicious ecstasy as their fists and feet flew to her body. Their remarks bruising her resolve.

She was destroyed when Ichigo's chest was obliterated.

He stirred next to her, his thumb brushing over her hand laid out next to him.

Orihime kept gazing at the sky, wondering how.

How, in such few words, such few manners, with such simplicity he fixed her. How that beaming hole of pain in her weak heart healed itself over a few average actions.

Because as much as she was in love with Ichigo, as amazing and out of this word as it was for him to love her back, those average things, like holding hands, or talking about how the day went... It was oddly enough to appease the hurt, the silent glacial flame of brokenness.

She knew, in her heart and her mind, that he had scars too. In such a cruel world, how could he not? Battle scars from blades, fangs and claws she healed with infinite care, and others she couldn't perceive yet. His mother's death, his inability to protect everyone he cared about, each moment he had to fight his inner hollow. Perhaps even much more.

The clouds stared back at her, small and enormous funny shapes playing in the bright blue sky, almost encouraging her to stop thinking of the past, and concentrate on the future. The future that delicately held her hand.

Orihime didn't wish to forget. Sending all those memories in the back of her head to think about later was not the best thing to do, not when she wanted to grow out of them. But at the same time, all those people she had met, from Tatsuki, her dearest friend Tatsuki to the mysterious and regretted Head Captain Yamamoto... Those people and more, they wore their scars openly, with pride, because they had learned to live with the memories of more precarious times.

She gently picked his hand up and brought it to her chest, right under her breasts, and closed her eyes, a little tear falling graciously on her cheek.

She was scarred. Used to be broken. Somehow, with incredible care and love, this young man next to her, watching over her, would heal her scars.

He would heal his too, with a lot of time.

But it was fine.

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Day 6...

I wrote this based on the cover of 'Fix You' BTS did, a few months back. At first, it was just a little thing, not much behind it. But as the days got by, I didn't have the heart to finish it. Until the IH Week arrived with the "scars" prompt, and well well well, see what I got in my drafts right now!

It's sad and depicts how I think Orihime is like on the inside. Poor baby has been through so much... And before she can totally be happy, the hurt from the past must heal. And that stuff takes time. The same goes for Ichigo, and I honestly believe the best character for him to heal those injuries with is Orihime.

I hope it still was nice enough to read, and maybe reflect on. See you on the last day tomorrow!

[brokenangelwings22]

Here's probably my only entry for IHweek. I've finally returned to writing. This is an excerpt from chapter 2 of my story Come Back Down to Earth. You can read the first chapter either on AO3 or FanFiction

Confession (IHweek 7/4) Please enjoy!

Chapter 2: Crawled In and Never Left

Give me the chance to tonight

I'll prove to you what's in my eyes

(It’s My Turn To Fly - The Urge - Titan AE soundtrack 2000)

Ichigo considered himself a reasonable man, but his patience was growing thin with his roommate.

“C’mon, man! You had a solid chance with Hime last night!” Renji pleaded with him. “Why are you so obtuse?”

“That’s an awfully big word for you.” Ichigo rolled his eyes at his friend. “Ever think of taking your own advice with Rukia?”

Renji let out a long suffering sigh. “You’re both hopeless, and therefore perfect for each other.”

“I’m perfectly happy with how things are with Hime. I don’t want to chance it.”

Renji pulled out a box of pretzel sticks from the cupboard. He fixed a concerned look on his face, and the seriousness unnerved Ichigo.

“Look. I’m not gonna force you. Even if I think you’re absolutely nuts not to. I will, however, point out that you’re an idiot for not telling her how you feel.” Renji pulled out a piece of pretzel and pointed it at Ichigo to emphasize his thought. “You’re gonna lose her one day if you continue to be ridiculous.”

Ichigo narrowed his eyes as his scowl persisted. “You think I am not aware of that?”

Renji placed the stick between his teeth and grinned toothily. “Yup!”

A sleepy noise came from behind the two men just as Ichigo opened his mouth to snap at his friend.

“Mm morning guys,” Orihime yawned as she stepped into the kitchen. “Any coffee? It’s too early.”

“Sorry Hime. Were we too loud?” Ichigo asked, his previous scowl morphing to something more kind.

“No,” she murmured. Her voice was still thick with sleep. She stumbled a little, bumping into Ichigo. “Oh hi wall. You smell nice.” Orihime leaned into his chest and snuggled him.

There was a strangled sound from Renji as he watched the young woman wrap her arms loosely around Ichigo’s waist. Instinctively, Ichigo wrapped his arms around her to steady her.

“Renji,” Ichigo said softly as to not disturb Orihime. “Please brew some coffee for her.”

“Jeez if I had known that Hime could instantly dissolve your sour mood with an embrace, I’d handcuff you both together.” Renji grumbled and shook his head, walking over to the coffeemaker on the counter.

Ichigo hummed a distracted acknowledgement as he idly stroked Orihime’s long auburn hair. She snuggled into his broad chest further. “Thanks. I’ll move her back to her room.” He was already moving towards the living room as he heard Renji’s snarky reply.

“Oh take your time. I’m merely here to serve.”

~*~*~*~

Ichigo sighed heavily as he stepped out from Orihime’s room and shut the door behind him quietly. He turned to walk down the short hallway, only to stop dead in his tracks when he saw his two friends standing a few feet away with evil grins on their faces. Squaring his shoulders and fixing a glare at Renji and Rukia, he taunted “Don’t you both have something better to do? Like, absolutely anything?”

Rukia’s grin sharpened further. “Nah, we’re more interested in heckling you.”

Ichigo grumbled, raking his fingers through his unruly hair. “Yeah yeah. You’re both insufferable.”

He flicked Rukia’s forehead and smacked Renji’s upper back swiftly as he moved to leave.

Rukia’s retort was loud as she declared, “And YOU are the annoying brother I never asked for and yet somehow got!”

Renji’s muttering was barely noticeable under the small woman’s rage. “C’mon, Rukia. Let’s leave him be.”

Ichigo rolled his eyes, stepping around the ornery woman and made his way to the kitchen. Of course, Renji was right. It annoyed him to no end that he hadn’t spoken with Orihime about how he felt towards her. Hell, if he were being honest, he knew that he was in love with her at first sight.

She’d stumbled into his dad’s clinic, buckling under the weight of her brother’s prone body. This girl, only 12 at the time, carried her six foot and change older brother from the scene of the car accident all the way there. She was battered and bruised from the wreckage too. It broke him to his very soul when he had to tell her that his father was unable to save Orihime’s brother. The ambulance Isshin had called to rush him to the trauma ward of the hospital had simply not gotten there in enough time.

He did his best to console Orihime, who collapsed in a heap on the clinic floor. Her clothes were soiled with dirt and caked in her brother’s blood.

Yuzu had entered the room, and with a kind and understanding voice, ushered the broken girl to the bathroom to wash up. Orihime stayed at his house for several days, mostly walking around with mechanical movements, much like a zombie or a robot, just going through the motions of a semblance of normalcy. At night she’d cry herself to sleep. Ichigo stayed by her side when she was awake, and would help her to bed when she could barely stay up right.

Slowly, but surely, Orihime processed the loss of her brother. Ichigo stuck to her like glue, promising her and to himself that he would always be there to protect her. Orihime professed her gratitude to him soon after she moved back to her apartment, telling him that she was eternally grateful for everything he had done. As time went on, they became inseparable. They went to the same middle school and then high school, which introduced them to new friends that they quickly established into a tight-knit group.

Orihime had grown up beautifully. Her smile, warm and bright, had the ability to render him speechless and lightheaded. He felt invincible and vulnerable all at once. Far too many times, their friends would catch him when he was slack-jawed and mindless, teasing him mercilessly when Orihime wasn’t looking.

He began calling her ‘Hime’ their senior year. He hadn’t meant to, but it just slipped out. She had been followed by a group of boys who often flocked around her, taken by her beauty and her curvaceous body. One of them had ventured to put a hand on her shoulder without permission and Ichigo had snapped. Any restraint he had frayed instantly and before he understood what was happening, he had slammed the cretin against the wall and threatened him.

“You don’t touch women without consent, especially Hime.” He growled at the other guy, clenching the offending limb.

Orihime had called his name softly, telling Ichigo to let the man go, and he had simultaneously dropped him and her request. Ichigo made it a point to be by her side every chance he had. To protect her, love her from a distance if need be. It was enough, at that time.

But once Ichigo, Orihime and their friends entered university, the strain to keep a tight seal over his feelings became increasingly more difficult. His best friend flourished in academics and her social life expanded to include other people outside of their small group. With that also came obstacles, and Ichigo had to fend off more than a few of Orihime’s admirers.

Ichigo gripped the handle of the carafe of coffee angrily at the memory. The steam and scent of the hot brew brought him back to the present. He sighed after loosening his grip and poured two cups, adding cream and sugar to Orihime’s.

Soft footfalls behind him reached his ears, along with a quiet yawn. A grin spread on his lips as Orihime came into view.

Orihime blinked away the remnants of sleep from her eyes, smiling brightly at Ichigo when he offered her the cup he’d gotten for her.

Taking a big sip, she sighed happily. “Thanks, Ichigo. You always know how to make my coffee just how I like it.”

Ichigo smiled gently at her, shrugging his broad shoulders. “Well, after knowing you for ten years, I’d like to think I know you well enough to get your preferences right.”

Orihime giggled and gazed up at him from behind the mug pressed to her lips. “You do, and I’m grateful for that. Lord knows why Rukia insists on adding extra sugar and Tatsuki puts in too little cream. You are a hero among men, good sir.”

Ichigo’s smile widened at Orihime’s playfulness. “I try my best, m’lady.”

“Where are Rukia and Renji?” Orihime asked as she looked around the kitchen.

“Don’t know. Don’t care. Hopefully somewhere off annoying someone else more deserving.” He shrugged nonchalantly.

Orihime snorted bemusedly, shaking her head in disbelief as he tried to sound convincingly bored and grumpy. She raised her hand to place it on his right cheek in a fond manner.

“What am I going to do with you?” Her question came out more flirtatious than she intended.

Ichigo’s eyes widened at her sweet gesture and instantly leaned into her touch, closing his eyes and revelling in it. He had never realized how touch starved he truly was until Orihime would step into his personal space with her warm smile and kind gaze. It was as if that one thing, a fleeting brush of her fingers, or a soothing embrace had the ability to heal his wounded heart or eradicate any scar left on his soul.

Losing his mother at such a young age had made him a hardened and angry child. He blamed himself for her death, believing that if he had done something, spent more time with her, taken care of her and his sisters more, that she may very well have recovered from cancer. But his father had explained to him many times that the disease was caught too late, and the malignancy had metastasized from her cervix to her uterus and ovaries very quickly. Ichigo was still struggling with the loss of his mother two years later, when Orihime stumbled into their clinic with her brother.

He’d figured that no matter how miserable and heart wrenching it was, he had found purpose in consoling Orihime. It gave him unbelievable strength to bond with her over the loss. Helping her ultimately helped him as well in the end. The desire to be with her only grew. It had crawled in and never left. He’d become greedy for it, overthrown by his desperation to be close to the light that was Orihime.

She continued to lightly graze his cheekbone with soft brushes against him, her warm fingers causing pleasant tingles on his skin.

Orihime cupped the side of his face as she watched in awe how he was drawn to her touch, feeling the soft smile that pulled at his lips. When he raised his hand to place it over hers, she felt herself being pulled by an invisible force, almost magnetic. He had always been like that, and she adored being the one that he let in entirely. She stroked his cheek and began to pull her palm away until he held fast to her. His eyes fluttered open, and the look he had in them made the breath catch in her throat.

“Ichi-“ she murmured breathlessly.

The raw emotion that flashed in his dark amber gaze made her spine tingle, her heart stutter and her cheeks warm. He had the ability to render her tongue-tied with the flicker of something deep and foreign to her. Ichigo pulled her into his arms, finally allowing her hand to move, and she found herself slipping it to the back of his neck and burying her fingers into his soft hair. He wrapped his arms about her, pulling her to his lean, muscular body and sighed happily as Orihime sifted her fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp comfortingly.

Orihime pressed her ear over his heart, as he towered over her five foot one frame. The thumping, strong sound of it beating quieted her mind immediately. He slid his hands up and down her back, and she felt herself melt into it.

“I… I just need this, Hime.” Ichigo’s whisper filtered into her ear as he pressed his lips to her temple, sending a shiver through her body. Though quiet, she heard the fervency in his tone. She nodded against him, continuing her movements through his hair. She felt him shudder in their embrace and the breathless ‘thank you’ that he uttered.

“Were you thinking about something?” Orihime whispered back, her eyebrows drawing inwards as the possibility fluttered through her mind.

Ichigo nodded, letting out a stuttering sigh. “Yeah. Don’t worry about it. I’m better now.”

She hummed thoughtfully at his response, resigning herself to his simple answer. She wouldn’t push him further.

Finally Ichigo pulled back from her to look her in the eyes. His gaze was still intense, as it flickered with what she could only identify as resolve and something far much more akin to what she assumed she wore as an expression often in his presence. It made her heart skip a beat and her mind to race at the possibilities.

“Hime,” he murmured. The way he said her name was like an urgent plea. It caused her stomach to swoop down like she was on an out of control rollercoaster. She waited on baited breath as he gathered his thoughts.

Ichigo’s mind was restless. His need to put into words how he felt about her, loved her, desired her rushed through and permeated the recesses of his brain. He should’ve been used to the intensity of it by now, but he most certainly wasn’t. The way she watched him gave him strength to form the words, stilling the overbearing thoughts warring to leave his mouth.

“I want to kiss you,” he whispered. His simple response was anything but, knowing deep down that this could make or break their friendship. The smile she gave him nearly shut down his brain entirely.

“What took you so long?” Orihime breathed before Ichigo’s mouth was on hers, his lips holding nothing back as kissed her with all the desperation and hunger of a man starved. The radiating joy splashed over the burning desire thundering through his veins.

Orihime parted her lips as she let out a sound that would’ve embarrassed her outside of this situation. Instead, she felt exhilarated to an immeasurable degree. Her body quaked at the reverence and pure heat he poured into it. It was as if the dam of years of keeping everything bottled up in fear of losing each other burst and flooded them all at once.

She clenched her fingers in his hair as he delved his tongue into her mouth. Orihime felt her body fight between melting and being drawn taught, like a string on a bow. Ichigo’s hands slid down to her hips, flexing and gripping at her flannel pajama pants and flesh. She angled her head when he held her firmly, seeking out his tongue with her own.

Ichigo was quickly lost in the taste of her skin, the sounds she made and the feel of her. His nerve endings felt like they had caught fire. It was a sensory overload in everything Orihime. If he didn’t think he was greedy before, he certainly was now.

~~~(TBC)~~~

I certainly hope you all liked this! I should have the chapter finished bit up fairly soon. Thanks so much for reading!

Also— I’m uncertain why this isn’t showing up in the tags, so I’ll try it again.

[crizmakesart]

Ichihime Week 

Day 2: Lovers

What Lovers Do...