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For one thing I’d like to know about you… Hmm, I’m not sure if you’ve mentioned it and sorry if you did but how did you get into writing? What inspires you?

Hello luv! I don’t believe I have answered this question here! I fell into fanfic somewhat by accident. I started reading Bleach fanfics and fell in love with them. The stories I read generated ideas in my own head and before I knew it I was writing a multi-chapter and posting it to Fanfiction.net (scary to put yourself out there as you know!)

From there I moved to opening a Bleach imagines blog while simultaneously watching with Haikyuu and KnB at which point I had ideas for new stories for this new group of characters. 

I started writing some but couldn’t really get them going so I decided to open a second imagines blog centered on my two fave sports animes.

My inspiration is random in my own head, but I’m usually stimulated by music, scenes playing in my head to whatever I’m listening to that strikes the right feel and I go from there although recently my inspiration has come from all of you! 

Or at least new ideas have, the inspiration and motivation has been more fleeting than I’d like in recent times but I have been more slammed at my job lately which drains my energy during the week. 

Thank you for asking!

How about some doctor visits with Izuki? ;) Take your time babe, I know you’re busy! 💕

So cute! Thanks for your patience.
We’ll just pretend he’s in college so he’s not a minor hitting on an adult lol.

Izuki is not a fan of going to the doctor’s, whether
he’s sick or not. But the
moment you walk in the door, he perks up; since when were doctors so cute?

“Good morning Izuki-san, how are you feeling today?”

Truthfully, his mouth is dry now, so he coughs into
his fist and of course you mistake this to mean he’s actually sick.

“Oh dear, that doesn’t sound good at all,” you say
frowning, “Here, let me take a listen.” Placing your stethoscope on his chest you instruct
him to inhale then exhale. “Hmmm, seems it was just a spasm, your lungs sound
clear,” you murmur directing your attention to the clipboard in your hand. You
finish the rest of the exam and proclaim him perfectly healthy.

Drumming up his courage, Izuki smiles and says,
“Honestly, I think I’m sick.”

“Oh, and what pray tell, are you afflicted by?” you
ask cocking an eyebrow.

“Love sickness and you, my dear doctor, are the only
cure.”

You blink once, twice, then start giggling. Izuki
isn’t sure at first if he should be disappointed in your reaction as you slap a
paper against his chest before walking out without another word. Looking down,
he beams. Scrawled in what can only be described as “doctor writing” but
unfathomably neat is your phone number along with a note, “Not really original, but you’re
cute. Call me in the morning.”