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Hi! Can you write a oneshot or headcanons about Ryuki Gaoh?
I have no idea if I depicted this character correctly, I stopped reading the manga a while ago, so I am drastically behind. Also sorry to those of you who are Raian Kure lovers.
How Ryuki Gaoh Deals With his newfound Feelings With his S/o
Ryuki was quite the peculiar one to put it mildly. That man was definitely misguided but kind; he was just a sheltered man who didn’t know much about the real world if it didn’t involve slaughtering a person.
Ryuki still did not quite understand the world like most did due to his sheltered life. He understood one thing greatly and that is how to fight to survive so imagined how incredibly lost he was when he started to feel other emotions, emotions he couldn’t understand. These emotions couldn’t be handled by simply executing the person, especially not when he developed something akin to fondness over the person.
The first time you and him had met he didn’t think anything of it he figured he would never see you again. You were far too kind to be a contender in the Purgatory Tournament not to mention easy on the eyes. The only thing you would be guilty of was killing someone with beauty and kindness alone. Well so he thought until he had personally witnessed you single handedly humiliate Raian with nothing but a verbal attack. They had said “Oh someone is hot tempered today and choosing to pick on little ole me knowing I am but a helpless defenseless being when it comes to your brute strength. So, you wanted me to feel, right? But I think I'll let you in on a little secret and I am going to use the smallest words possible so that feeble thing in your head you call a brain can comprehend. You’re angry so fucking what you think the rest of us don’t have shit to deal with and problems of our own well wake up asshole and come into the world we call reality and this being my reality check to you. You aren’t angry at anyone but yourself because the one thing you want and will never achieve is Erioh Kure’s approval but you’ll always remain at the bottom with the rest of the ocean's bottom feeders because you are nothing but a rotten ungrateful self-centered whiny little bitch who only knows how to live in the shadows by those better than you and you’ll never be the one to claim the spotlight. You want to know why? I know the answer it's because the second you have the chance to prove yourself you throw it all away by going in all brawn and no brain, the second you feel cornered you react recklessly losing all the accumulated knowledge of the Kure clans' traditions in mere seconds resulting in you losing as you so often do in life. The only reason you walk these halls like “your the man” is because your family picks up where you lack at and believe me when I say that if they could they would have thrown you to the wolves long ago. Unfortunately, family means a great deal to your people, so they are stuck with a worthless scum feeding brat like you. Now then I’ll leave you alone to sulk. I do wish you a good day. They say as Raian swung mere inches from their face hitting the wall closest to them, they didn’t even blink as they walked away. I knew then she was a force not to be trifled with, maybe that’s when I first started to feel an emotion so unfamiliar to me.
Since that fateful encounter Ryuki found himself lingering in places you frequented, never making his presence known. One day you caught him off guard by ducking into a nearby alley. Once he turned into said alley you were nowhere to be seen, he couldn’t detect your presence anywhere. The alley was a dead end only one way in and out, so you had to be there somewhere. Feeling as if someone was standing behind him, he turned to find you. He felt his lips twitch at its corners unwillingly. You stood there with a scowl planted on your face. “You know the least you could do is ask me out if you are going to stalk me from the shadows, Ryuki Gaoh?”
From that moment on you and him spent more time together, you being the one to actually tell him the two of you were dating Ryuki being completely oblivious to the fact. The two of you were currently watching a movie together on the couch, well you were he spent his time watching you and all of your cute reactions to the movies. He didn’t watch movies; he didn't understand all the hype on such a useless activity when you could spend your time doing something much more productive. What he did enjoy was the way your laugh always seemed to make his heart skip a beat, how when you were scared or grossed out at the scene in a movie you always snuggled your face into his chest until the scene was over, and how you would talk to the characters in the movie as if the characters weren’t following the script they were given. He found himself happy and content when he was with you. For the first time in ever he laughed uncontrollably once he discovered what he was feeling, it was love. He was in love with you.
Once Ryuki figured out what that unknown emotion was, he made it his business to plan a date that didn’t involve the two of you sitting on your couch. Instead, he took the two of you where you had first met, he then dedicated a match to you in his honor. He promised you he’d win if you kept your eyes on him the whole time without getting queasy or squeamish with all of the gore that would be present. It didn’t take Ryuki long to win the battle and once he did, he declared his love to you for all to see. I, Gaoh Ryuki love them, and I chose to fight because it is something I love just as much as them. I wanted everyone to witness what I would do when it comes to protecting what I love. You’ve all been warned, and you all will be wise to heed it.
There is a scene here with Renji for now, he will not be the main love interest. I just have him as the readers best friend/occasional sex partner for now.
Word count: 4,668
Chapter One
What The Hell is Going on Around Here?
Present Day (Six Years Later)
Y/n’s Pov
I wake up to see a red haired man with tribal tattoos laying on top of my chest, muttering something about food as his right hand groped my breast. I smirk innocently before I punch the said red head across the room.
(Y/n) Why the hell are you still here?
(Renji) Well good morning to you too, bitch.
Said Renji while soothing the back of his head.
(Y/n) Whatever please make yourself scarce by the time I return home, thank you dearest.
(Renji) Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know.
I moved out of the Kurosaki’s family household shortly after our mother’s death. I am now 25 years old. This complicated relationship Renji and I have has been going on since around the time my mother died. As you can see he and I don’t get along all that well but honestly the rock for brains is my best friend or closest thing I’ve ever had to one. We may fight but what good friendship doesn’t? Renjiii~ I say in a sickeningly sweet voice. I need you to clean my place okay? Thanks, cya! I leave before he can protest.
Time Skip
I arrived at my dads house early that morning to see everyone but my dad and Ichigo in the dining area. Y/nnnnnn, I heard my dad yell as he ran towards me trying but failing miserably to hug me as I dodged away. Finally having enough of his antics I reached my hand out my palm connecting with his face sending him barreling towards the hardwood floor. I look up to see my brother Ichi making his way to the kitchen. Ichi! I yelled, embracing him in a warm hug.
(Ichigo) Quit yelling in my ear so damn early in the morning. You’re just as annoying as dad. Ichi says.
(Y/n) Aww, that hurt Ichi especially being compared to that nuisance we call a father. You know I remember not so long ago you used to sleep in my bed after having nightmares crying like a little baby who’d just had their favorite stuffed animal taken away. Oh how I miss that kid.
(Ichigo) WOULD YOU JUST SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY?!
He yells all the while punching our father who tried attacking him from behind. I laughed as I walked over to the kitchen area to greet my two favorite sisters.
(Y/n) Hey Cistus I say as I ruffle her hair. stop it i'm not a little kid anymore n/n she says. I know I know but you’ll always be my little sister. Karin just huffs a sigh as she sits down ready to eat breakfast. Hey Lilypad I say as I give her a side hug before sitting down in a chair as well. Yuzu returned the greeting as she placed the last bit of our breakfast down onto the table. Yuzu cooked steamed rice, miso soup, seared salted salmon, and seaweed. Once Yuzu sat down we all put our hands together in a praying fashion as we bowed our heads as we simultaneously said “thank you for the food.”
I walked Cistus and Lily to school much to Karin’s dismay. Who told her to grow up so fast? My only saving grace has been Yuzu who still thinks her older sister is the coolest. She’s so cute! Shortly after walking them home I made my way to Urahara’s Shop where I worked. Upon arriving at the shop I see Ururu hard at work, sweeping away the dust and dirt that accumulated on the patio meanwhile Jinta sat about looking bored. Tessai must be out running errands no way in hell would that brat just be sitting there doing nothing otherwise. Honestly the kid is all brawn and no brains, he half-assed just about every task appointed to him. Jinta had red combed back hair that was divided into three parts. One side was combed out/up on the left side of his face, corresponding with the right side of his hair, the final part being at the top of his head hair combed up. He wore a white shirt with the word Urahara Shop printed on the front in black, paired with blue cuffed pants that came down just past his knees. He had black upturned eyes that usually held a reserved stare. Jinta was very caring in his own way, he just had a cold approach when expressing those feelings. He was a total tsundere. I do have to give the brat his props though because as lazy as he is once he put his mind towards a goal he was as determined as Naruto was with his dream of becoming the hokage. Polar opposite of my cute and adorable little baby Ururu. Ururu had black hair with a purple tint to it, her hair was styled in pigtails with two strands of bangs parted on either side of her head. She has round purple eyes that were always so void of any emotion but gave way to her shy nature. She wore a white shirt with the word Urahara Shop printed in red, paired with a pink skirt with white dots that came down to knee length. Ururu cheeks were always blushed in a light shade of red. She's the epiphany of an angel. She’s diligent, competent, and sympathetic of other’s feelings. A little warning from me to you: never take her moments of kindness for weakness. She’d never let anyone hurt those she loves and holds dear, she’d unleash a monster so fiendish that’d make even a beast such as the great menos quiver in fear.
Good morning, Ms Kurosaki. Ururu says. She’s always so formal when there is no need for all the formalities especially when it makes me feel like someone’s aunty. Hello, my darling angel. I say as I watch her naturally blushed cheeks turn an even darker shade of red she takes off running at the speed of light into the shop from embarrassment, leaving a still standing broom in her haste to flee. She undoubtedly ran to Keisuke hiding behind his tall stature. Ururu was way too cute not to tease, she made it so easy for me.
(Y/n) You know it wouldn’t hurt to show a little common courtesy and greet those around you, you brat.
(Jinta) Who the hell are you calling a brat, you old hag? He rebutted.
(Y/n) I am calling the damn ill mannered runt before me a brat, his name being Jinta in case that shrimp sized brain of yours forgot.
I say, flicking him in the center of his forehead irritating him more. I then proceed to make my way into the shop leaving a fuming Jinta in my stead. Well it’s lovely to see you on this beautiful and glorious morning, Y/n. Says Kisuke in his usual chipper but sarcastic tone. Kisuke was a laid back kind of man, but don't let his lax nature fool you, that man is smart as hell and is one of the best hand to hand combatants. The man could be damn right stern when the occasion caused him to be so. Kisuke was the former captain of the 12th division and also the founder of the Shinigami Research and Development Institute, which is now headed by Mayuri Kurotsuchi. Kisuke had shaggy light blonde hair, two strands framing the side of his face and a part down the middle of his forehead just above his nose. A bucket hat adorned his messy hair, the hat was green and white striped. Kisuke's chin was coated with fine stubble. And his eyes were gray with a hooded shape. He wore a black haori with a white diamond pattern along the bottom half. Urahara always had a folding fan, he occasionally uses this to hide his face which gives off this ominous kind of vibe, at least that’s what I think he’s going for. He wore geta wooden sandals, which only increased his height. It is morning indeed but a good one is yet to be determined. I say as I make my way behind the counter to start my shift. Urahara Shop didn’t get too many visitors from the locals, but we got enough to keep the store up and running. The little market the townspeople see before them is only a facade for what’s really going on under these floors and behind closed doors.
Time Skip
Ichigo’s Pov
I walk into class going to my desk only to be pestered by my goofy, dramatic, and slightly immature friend Keigo Asano. Keigo had medium long brown hair, brown round eyes, and a face usually sporting a frown or pout. He had a slim figure and was slightly below the average height of a man but tall enough, standing at 5ft’8. Keigo could be a down right idiot but when it came to adapting he was quite skilled in the area. Only having to see something done once or twice before mastering it and or becoming extremely close to mastering said task. Ichigo hey.
(Keigo)How are you?! We need to hang out after school to make up for all the times you ditched me over the summer.
Keigo rambled on not really giving Ichigo a chance to answer his question, not that Ichigo was going to give him the answer he was hoping for which he soon finds out.
(Ichigo)You’re way too damn chipper this morning, you’re just as annoying as my older sister.
Ichigo states stifling a yawn. Ichigo continues walking towards his desk, leaving his wounded friend behind, who was currently getting scolded by his best friend. Mizuiro Kojima. Mizuiro was different in every way when it cameddw1`e to his personality to that of Keigo’s. Muzuiro was resourceful, level-headed, and calm; he could keep his cool quite well in threatening situations. Mizuiro was short standing at only 5’0ft with short black hair that parted slightly down the middle with a bang falling between his eyes. Mizuiro also happened to be a ladies man, women really found him charismatic, the same couldn’t be said when it came to his noisy friend Keigo.
Once Ichigo was seated he was greeted by yet another friend, this time an orange haired teen who went by the name of Orihime Inoue. She and Tatsuki Arisawa stopped in front of my desk. Orihime had straight hair with bangs parted on either side of her face, held by hair pins her older brother had gifted to her. Her hair came to a stop just above her waist. She had quite the curvaceous figure from her large breasts down to the curve of her hips, she was possibly one of the most developed students of her class. Orihime was another being with kindness that held no bounds, she couldn’t help herself. With that kindness came a force not to be reckoned with. Orihime may have been clumsy, dimwitted, optimistic, and carefree but when it came to harming those she held dear she was anything but kind she became this fierce fire that couldn’t simply be doused until those perpetrated were tried by her judgment. I can say that it hardly ever ends in their favor. The friend attached to her by the hip would be Tatsuki. Tatsuki is of average height with brown eyes, she has short black hair that flows just beneath her jawlines. She’s a tomboy whose personality is very laid back, extroverted, level headed, and outgoing. Tatsuki and Ichigo once had a close friendship when they were kids attending the same dojo. She often found herself protecting Ichigo a lot from those who would bully him. Tatsuki has always shown that same overprotectiveness over Orihime, her best friend.
Morning Ichigo. Say’s Orihime in greeting. Mornin Orihime. Says Ichigo in response. Just then the teacher walks in, ending all conversations throughout the classroom. I spent the majority of my class staring out the window. I couldn’t concentrate. It felt as if a shadow was looming over me consuming all of the air from within my lungs. I didn’t know what it could be, was it paranoia or was there something evil lurking in the dark waiting for the perfect time to strike its unbeknownst prey? On my trek home I was in constant alert consciously looking for anything that seemed out of place around me, anything to make me feel sane again. Get it together, Ichigo! I’m sure I look like a squirrel who has lost his nut but this feeling of uneasiness just won’t subside and my intuition has never led me astray before something must be coming and whatever it is it’s going to be big. Suddenly I am knocked out of my own thoughts upon hearing the screams of terror from a little girl and the sudden noise of a crash nearby. Everyone was running in a complete state of chaos. I look behind the girl to see something monstrous hot on her trails. I yell at the girl encouraging her to run faster as I run in behind her. She loses her footing and goes spiraling towards the ground. I ran back to help her back to her feet to come to the realization that we were both going to die but just as fast as that thought had come to mind a girl appeared. She swung her blade in two swift motions and the monstrous being dissipated into the air. One of the strikes sliced the creature's mouth, before she jumped back to land the final blow through its head down the middle of said creature's body.
I had several thoughts throughout my head at that moment. First one being who the hell was that girl? What the hell was that thing? And finally, why the hell was it chasing this girl? The middle schooler or really tiny woman glared at the two of us before walking away. I looked to my side to see the girl had disappeared and the streets were crowded again with people who had previously ran in a frenzy. They were talking about the burns and marks on the building, chopping it up as another explosion as if they hadn’t seen the giant monster that prowled on top of those destroyed buildings. I made it home after about five minutes of walking to find my sister standing in front of the door. (Ichigo) What are you doing just standing outside of the door? It does open, you know? I get no response as she continues to stare off into space. My sister never stops running that trap of hers. I wonder what has her so rattled? Her face remains blank but her body is quivering like a damn leaf. I grabbed Y/n and gently shook her body trying to snap her out of whatever daze she was in. She wouldn’t budge. Okay now I am starting to freak out a bit. I decided to carry her to my bedroom. I laid her down and checked for a pulse, her pulse was beating wildly against my fingers. I sigh in relief as I sit on the floor, head nodding back as I think about the day I just experienced.
As I sit on the bedside I feel an unwelcome presence so I look up to see the same girl from earlier. The girl had black shoulder length hair, several strands wildly stuck out between her purple eyes. She wore a standard black shihakusho with a white belt tied around her waist.
(Ichigo) What the hell are you doing here? Who are you?
Instead of answering she begins to unsheath her sword.
(Ichigo) “What the hell are you about to do with that thing? You’re not slicing and dicing me up lady.”
She continues to ignore me as she scours my room, her eyes traveling across every corner of every wall in my bedroom. She’s definitely looking for something and I think I know exactly what she’s seeking. I kicked her right in the behind, sending her body crashing towards the floor. Yeah that’s definitely what she needed.
(Ichigo) You can’t possibly be a burglar and if you are I suggest you find a new profession, you have got to be the worst burglar the world has seen.
The girl lays down still slightly dazed and confused before coming to. She rambles like a damn idiot about being able to see her. Then questioned if I kicked her. Boy this girl sure isn’t bright. I decided to indulge in her antics by sarcastically replying.
(Ichigo) Well considering that was just my foot up you behind, I suppose that would mean I can see you. Wouldn’t you say?”
(Little lady) You can see me. How strange that shouldn’t be possible. You must be defective in some way though you appear to be completely normal.
(Ichigo) Who the hell are you calling defective? I’ll show you defective, you half-assed burglar.
I went to kick her but missed wildly when she defied gravity and lightly landed on top of my head using that same foot to propel my body towards the floor.
(Ichigo) Who are you? I ask in frustration.
(Little lady) You want to know? Fine then I’ll tell you I’m a soul reaper.
The lady gave me a run down on what a soul reaper was and their purpose for existing. Apparently she was here on a mission appointed to her by the soul society. Her reasoning for being here is to stop demons, such as the one I had seen earlier today. At least I now know why that demon was chasing the girl, it was for her soul. That is if I believed the load of shit I was currently hearing. Offended, the girl rattles on about how her story is true and how I should believe it since I can see spirits.
(Ichigo) Well tough because I have never heard of a soul reaper before and I don’t believe in anything I’ve never seen or heard of. Though there may be some truth to her hyperbolized story. I couldn’t come up with anything better to justify what I witnessed today. I can also agree that this woman standing in front of me is far from human. But I have had enough of your soul reapers games already, if you can’t tell I have enough problems to deal with on my own. So I don’t have time to play this little game of soul reaper fantasy, little brat. Now get going.
(Little lady/soul reaper?) So you think I’m a brat? Allow me to show you just what this brat is capable of. Bakudo number one scythe!
My body goes numb. I crouch to the ground, hands locked behind my back in a state of complete paralysis. I couldn’t break free from the invisible shackles forcing me into obedience.
(Ichigo) What the hell have you done to me? I can’t move.
(Soul reaper) It’s called paralysis. I used something we soul reapers call Kido. You really shouldn’t struggle against the spell casted, you’d only be wasting your stamina. You ought to be lucky I don’t kill you on sight for your insolence. You should know when you’re talking to someone of higher superiority than you. I am much older than you, contrary to my young appearance.
The young looking woman informed me just as a ghost appeared next to us. He looked to be scared kneeling before the lady. He begged to not be sent to the underworld. The lady smiled gracefully as she told him “he would not be getting sent to the underworld but instead he’ll go to live in a better place known as the soul society, where his soul will rest in peace. The hilt of her sword left a symbol of sorts embedded into his forehead as it glowed brightly. He began sinking through the floor of my bedroom as he blissfully went on his journey to the soul society. I learned then that one of her main responsibilities as a soul reaper was to send spirits to the place they called the soul society. The soul reaper then went into full detail on why she was actually sent on this mission.
(Soul reaper) There are two different types of spirits in the world. The normal spirits are called wholes by us soul reapers, they are usually kindhearted. The second spirit is known to us soul reapers as hollows, they attack both the living and dead to devour souls. We lead the wholes to the soul society through something we call Konso, as I’ve just executed. We are also the ones in charge of exorcizing hollows. That is the purpose of us soul reapers.
(Ichigo) Why was that hollow bug thing after that girl earlier today?
(Soul reaper) I do not have an accurate answer to that question. There is still so much we don’t know about the hollows as far as what motivates them to act in the way they do.
(Ichigo) Did you hear that? What was it? It sounds like something howling.
She continued on about there being another hollow lurking in Karakura Town. As if not hearing the commotion outside.
(Ichigo) What are you doing here talking to me then? Go out and kill the damned thing already.
(Soul reaper) I would do so if I were able to detect its location. I usually have no trouble at all finding a nearby hollow. My senses seem to be jammed by a powerful force.
(Ichigo) Are you deaf, how can you not hear that howling? It’s so loud. It has to be the hollow you’re looking for.
(Soul Reaper) Howling? What do you mean? I don’t he-
She stops mid sentence pupils enlarging finally hearing the sound the teen spoke of. Just then Ichigo hears the scream of his little sister Yuzu. The reaper takes off running, leaving me to struggle against my binds to get to my sister.
(Yuzu) Ichigo.
She says weakly as she falls to the ground
(Ichigo) Yuzu. What happened?
(Yuzu) Ichigo you have to get to Karin, she’s been bitten. Please save her.
(Ichigo) Let me go now, reaper!
The soul reaper runs off again, still leaving me bound to the floor of my room. I have to break free. I need to get to Karin. I managed to sit my body upright, knees still to the floor. I make my way to the hallway and tumble down the stairs. Once there I see the reaper and she demands that I stay put. I stand on my feet determined to break out these binds. It hurt like hell but no way I’m going to let that ugly ass hollow have its way with my damn sister. The reaper mumbles something about it being impossible for me to move under her incantation.
(Soul reaper) IMPUDENCE! You’d only get in the way.
I didn’t care I only had one thing in my mind and the lady could either accept my help or go fuck herself. Once again the reaper yelled at me as I tried to rip the binds on my arms, pulling my arms apart. Spewing words about Kido being too strong and me damaging my soul. Well if damaging my soul meant protecting Karin so be it. Finally free I ran towards the hollow holding Karin grabbing the first thing I saw which had been a chair intending to hit the hollow with it but instead I went flying with a strike from the swing of the hollows arm.
(Hollow) There you are, I’ve found you.
He went for me again but deftly I avoided the attack rolling out of the way, meanwhile the lady struck the arm of the hollow that was holding my sister. Karin fell from his grasp landing into my arm. She laid unconscious in my arms with her soul intact, thankfully the reaper informed me. This hollow was looking for a specific soul to devour and that just so happened to be mine. The hollow had vanished. I don't know where to but he didn’t seem to be visible anymore. The soul reaper also told him that his spiritual pressure was released when he felt his sister's life was in danger. She couldn’t sense it before because it was sealed away. It began to pour out when I made contact with the spirit girl I'd seen when I first came into contact with a hollow. The hollows picked up on the scent of my soul from the encounter with the spirit. They had used that girl to track me down.
(Ichigo) So that means the hollows are after me.
The hollow emerges from the shadows once more to attempt to devour my soul. The reaper yells for me to get out of there but I couldn’t leave knowing that girl was being used as bait to get to me and with the thought of them coming after my sisters. I recklessly ran in front of the hollow ready to give my soul away if it meant the attacks on my family would come to a halt. Nothing in this world is free so of course if the hollow wanted my soul he’d have to fight me for it.
(Ichigo) If it is my soul you want, fight me for it you ugly bastard.
As the hollow came to attack with an ugly snarl I saw blood splatter to the ground but it wasn’t my own it was the soul reapers blood. The soul reaper had a nasty gash on her shoulder, where it had its teeth sunken into her skin. She prevents the hollow from completely tearing her flesh by slashing her sword across its mouth. But you can tell the damage was already done. The soul reaper falls to the ground, knees first falling over soon after breaking free from the hollows clutches. I ran towards her shouting her name soul reaper.
(Soul reaper) Fool. What made you think you could possibly take down a hollow? Did you really think giving that hollow your soul would stop anything? The hollow will keep feeding and growing stronger with the souls it devours. It won’t stop until the demon is exorcised. You giving it what it wants only makes matters worse. I am now too injured to fight against the hollow. Do you want to save your family? If so, listen to me carefully. You can become a soul reaper temporarily. You have to take my zanpakuto and run it through your chest, to the deepest part of where your soul lies. I can then pour my powers into you.
(Ichigo) Just give me the blade already, soul reaper.
(Soul reaper) My name is Rukia Kuchiki
(Ichigo) And my name is Ichigo Kurosaki
The power coursing through my veins felt electrifying, it felt incredible. I didn’t have long to relish the feeling of this new power before my body moved on its own, in calculated steps. I slashed through the hollows left arm watching as it fell to the ground.
(Ichigo) Let’s finish this.
I say as I charge toward the hollow zanpakuto held in my right hand swinging loosely to the side as I chop off half of the hollows right leg. The hollow falls over but he doesn’t give up his fight.
(Ichigo) You will pay for harming my family with your blood, hollow scum. Feel the wrath of my blade.
I slashed the zanpakuto through the hollows body and it dissipated as the one did earlier that afternoon.
I ran to where Rukia’s body once was to find she had already left the only evidence left behind of her presence was the blood from her wound still on the utility pole. I carried the girls to their room. I checked on Y/n once more that night before making my way downstairs, falling asleep as soon as my body connected with the comfortable cushions of the couch.
Summary: The world is full of the unknown and sometimes what's not known is best kept a secret. It's best not to wander too deep into the trenches of what our curious minds are telling us to venture, thus it may just be serving you your life sentence. The reader follows her brother Ichigo Kurosaki on his journey in becoming a substitute soul reaper. On this journey secrets are revealed to who she really is and the truth to her mother's heritage. She faces countless challenges, the most taxing challenge of all is not knowing who to trust. She was only lied to her entire life. So how will she feel inclined to believe her dad who's taken care of her from childhood to adulthood? Or would she choose to believe a strange woman of which she has never met, but has had vivid dreams/nightmares about her?
The separate singular lines mean a conversation is taking place.
Italics- Means the person has a thought (person is saying the statement in their head.)
Bold letters- Narration.
Word Count: 1,937
Prologue
July 17th
Death is inevitable but it's cruel all the same to take those of such kindred spirits from us like Ichigos’ and I’s mother. She died at the hands of a hollow while I stood there utterly useless and powerless. I trained relentlessly with Kisuke Urahara, Yoruichi Shihouin. Yoruichi taught me a handful of different fighting styles that could take down the mightiest of opponents and on occasion I trained with my dad being the only other person besides my mother who knew about him being a soul reaper. So how could I only just stand there muttering incoherent words while screaming for Ichigo to run?! He was so brave that day he was trying to get me to run but the amount of spiritual pressure coming from that hollow bastard had my feet rooted to the ground. At least that’s what I kept telling myself but, in all honesty, fear had its nasty claws gripped around my neck suffocating me. I lost all focus meanwhile my mother was fighting with everything she had to push us away that day. She knew it was over for herself, but she was damn sure going to see that we got away unscathed. When I was finally able to move my feet again, I wrapped Ichigo in my arms as I flash-stepped us home.
The day started out as normal as any other day. Our mom cooked breakfast, then she and I walked Ichigo, Karin, and Yuzu to school that morning. Afterwards my mother and I went to the market to buy the necessary ingredients for dinner. We decided on making Okonomiyaki, Gyoza, & rice for dinner. After the short shopping trip we went back home until it was time to pick Ichigo and the girls up from school. I usually picked the girls up on days like today when mom and I also had to walk Ichigo to the karate dojo. He absolutely loved karate. He felt strong and always wanted to protect our mother. While I picked the girls up, mom would prep the food so when it came time to cook it wasn't such a grueling process. She'd make Yuzu, Karin, and Ichigo bathe by the time they were all washed up. Mom would call their names letting them know it was now time to eat dinner.
I walk about a block or so to Karakura elementary school, smiling as I see Karin and Yuzu exiting through the doors. Karin had her soccer ball she lazily kicked at her feet when Yuzu saw me she ran into my arms hugging me tightly. She has always been quite spoiled to me. Karin, noticing her sisters’ disappearance, looked alarmed before her eyes landed on me picking her soccer ball up as she jogged over and we began our trek back home.
(Y/n) How was school today, girls?
(Yuzu) I had a good time today. I made a new friend.
(Y/n) Oh really, Yuzu and who may this friend be? A boy perhaps?
She blushed intensely, lightly smacking my arm.
(Yuzu) It's no boy, she’s a young lady just as you and I are.
I chuckled.
(Y/n) I’m glad to hear you are making friends, Lily. (nickname for Yuzu. It means pure.)
(Y/n) How was school for you, Cistus? (nickname for Karin. The flower symbolizes endurance and strength.) .
(Karin) Fine, she remarks.
Knowing that was as good as I was going to get from her I shrugged. (Y/n) Well when you want to talk just let me know, you know i’m always here for you.
I just know it’s those damned boys again. My little Cistus always handled herself. Karin was a kind girl, but she was also strong willed. You’d never catch her crying but boys being boys loved to bully her.
We arrived home to find our mother finishing up the last preparations for dinner. Yuzu and Karin greeted our mother and father before settling on the couch to do their homework. I help Yuzu and Karin with their homework, basic tracing of the letters and studying for their upcoming test to see if they remember the alphabet correctly. By the time I finished helping them it was time for mother and I to head to Ichigos’ school so we could take him to his dojo classes. His friend Tatsuki would walk with us at times since she practiced at the same dojo as him. We watched as Ichigo practiced learning two types of kicks today known as the Mawashi Geri (roundhouse kick) & Ushiro Geri (back kick). The class lasted around two hours as usual. Mother bent down to Ichigos’ height telling him he did great work today and that she could always count on him to be her little protector. Well I'm sure you know what happens at this point. The gods above were in bout of great fury as the sky grayed and the wind howled as the heavens wept over Karakura town.
Ichigo and I returned home a bawling mess. Our father awaited us with open arms as if he knew of her passing. I screamed at the top of my lungs as my dad embraced us.
(Y/n) It's my fault she’s dead, I couldn't save her. I was absolutely petrified. Fear had its vice grip around my neck & it wouldn’t let up. My sincerest apologies father.
He silently cried as he listened to you vent. After a few moments he pulled away his hands resting on my shoulders.
(Isshin/dad) Look at me, your mother’s death is not on your hands. If you were to interfere in any way it would have been both you and your mother taken away from me on this fateful night. Your mother would have never forgiven herself if anything were to have ever happened to you or Ichigo; she would have died with a heavy heart knowing she wasn’t able to protect her children. Your mother was able to die happy with a feeling of assurance she did her job as a mother (getting them away). She is now in a better place as you well know. I need to inform your sisters’ on the passing of Misaki.
(Y/n) I’ll watch Ichigo, I reply. Let’s get you cleaned Ichigo. I say picking him up, walking him upstairs.
Once we made it to the washroom Ichigos’ wails started again. I quietly rocked him in my consoling arms until the sobs stopped wracking his body. It’s okay Ichi. We have to remain iron willed for our mother & always look out for one another. Karin and Yuzu need us more than ever now. They look up to you, Ichi. He nods his head wiping the tears that remained from his face. I ruffle his hair before getting back to the task at hand, preparing the bath. I turn the handles about half way letting the warm water fill the tub. When the water reached a good stopping point I turned the valves off leaving Ichigo to take his bath in privacy. I go into Ichigo’s room laying his pyjamas out on his mattress. Simple white v-neck shirt and black shorts. I decide to check on my dad & two sisters’ only to find them soundly asleep. I kiss their foreheads bidding them goodnight and whispering my words of love as I close the door. June 17th will forever be a day spent in great sorrow for me.
Time Skip
I awaken with a start when I feel my mattress shift from the added weight to see Ichi.
(Ichigo) I didn’t mean to wake you. I had a nightmare. Can I sleep here just for tonight?
I made more space on the mattress so he could lie down. I combed my fingers through his strawberry blonde hair as he drifted off to sleep once more. Sleep soon found me as well. The next morning I woke up early to prepare breakfast as dad got the girls and Ichi up. I told dad I had everything under control since he had to deal with the funeral. The kids were not attending school today since dad wanted the funeral to take place today. It was to be a closed casket funeral. He didn't want the girls seeing an empty casket that should be holding their mother. I made miso breakfast oats and strawberry crepes for breakfast that morning. Once everything was plated I called for my dad and the kids to come down to eat their breakfast. The table was relatively quiet and dad ate fast so he could find the perfect place for mothers casket to be buried.
I decided to give Karin, Yuzu, and Ichi the bracelet and necklaces our mother had bought for them when we were out in the market. She had seen a market stand with trinkets that caught her eye so we made a small detour before making our way back home. She immediately chose two necklaces and one bracelet. One of the two necklaces had a bird with clipped wings with the word unbound embedded into the pendant. She said the bird was a symbol of never giving up the will to keep flying. The bird in her eyes was smart, strong, and kind. A bird that was able to soar even higher than the birds without said restrictions, overcoming any obstacle even with all odds stacked against it. This one of course went to Yuzu. The second necklace went to Ichi. It was a sword with the word hero engraved along the sword edge. Mom said it was perfect considering Ichigo always stuck for others never allowing those around him to be bullied. He was kind, strong, and fearless. Ichigo always fought for those who couldn’t do so themselves. He hated when those who were strong chose to use that power to pick on those who were weaker. So in a sense he was always seen as the savior in many people’s eyes. The bracelet had a stallion with the word brave embedded onto the horse. Karin was given this due to the fact that she was courageous, brave and smart. She was capable of doing anything she put her mind to.
I handed Yuzu and Ichi their necklaces as I told them the reason as to why our mother chose the said trinkets and Karin her bracelet. They seemed to have cheered up at the parting gift from their dearest mother. Even in her death she’s found a way to bring a smile upon her children’s face during their time of mourning. We sat in comfortable silence for a while before the three of them asked.
(Karin/Ichigo/Yuzu)“What did mom buy for you?
Karin and Ichi both looked embarrassed at the fact they spoke at the same time quickly looking off to the side while Yuzu on the other yelled out jinx.
(Karin) No one says jinx anymore Yuzu, that's lame.
She scolded, causing Yuzu to go red from embarrassment. I giggled at their cuteness before answering.
(Y/n) I told our mother not to go through the trouble of buying me a piece of jewelry because she has already given me something so much more precious than any jewel, her love.
Yuzu and Ichi tackled me into a hug crying. That's so kind of you eldest sister Yuzu said. Meanwhile Karin scoffed, "Could you be any more cringier?" She asked but you could see a single tear fall from her eye as she looked off to the side. That’s so like her, I thought as I grabbed her pulling her into the hug as well. I love you three so much.
Reader will be black so please keep that in mind. All are welcomed to read.
Summary: The world is full of the unknown and sometimes what's not known is best kept a secret. It's best not to wander too deep into the trenches of what our curious minds are telling us to venture, thus it may just be serving you your life sentence. The reader follows her brother Ichigo Kurosaki on his journey in becoming a substitute soul reaper. On this journey secrets are revealed to who she really is and the truth to her mother's heritage. She faces countless challenges, the most taxing challenge of all is not knowing who to trust. She was only lied to her entire life. So how will she feel inclined to believe her dad who's taken care of her from childhood to adulthood? Or would she choose to believe a strange woman of which she has never met, but has had vivid dreams/nightmares about her?
Which name would you like the main characters name to be? You will be playing as a female in this story as Ichigo's older sister.
Truth untold Beneath One's Roots. Bleach fanfiction.
Synopsis: The world is full of the unknown and sometimes what's not known is best kept a secret. It's best not to wander too deep into the trenches of what our curious minds are telling us to venture, thus it may just be serving you your life sentence. The reader follows her brother Ichigo Kurosaki on his journey in becoming a substitute soul reaper. On this journey secrets are revealed to who she really is and the truth to her mother's heritage. She faces countless challenges, the most taxing challenge of all is not knowing who to trust. She was only lied to her entire life. So how will she feel inclined to believe her dad who's taken care of her from childhood to adulthood? Or would she choose to believe a strange woman of which she has never met, but has had vivid dreams/nightmares about her?
He has no damn right to look that damn sexy! I swear these anime men and women just don't value our little hearts. That's me speaking rationally.
Irrational thots-I'M SCREAMING FOR MORE! Oop I really need help. Lol
Also I have yet to watch this anime nor have I read the manhwa. I really need to since I have been seeing a lot of good things about this anime/manhwa along with JJK. Please don't come for me I'll watch and read them both.
Summary: Nicki Fury a tough girl who had no time for games is put on a team of formidable superheros falling in love with her polar opposite Thor odinson
A/N: mentions of weapon, and swearing
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Nicki lived her life as if it were in risk everyday and in her case it was. She has found it hard to enjoy certain wholesome aspects of her life all thanks to the man who raised her.
She didn't have friends growing up. "you don't need more people to fight for" her dad loved to say.
But his favorite line always seemed to be the silent one, that's when she knew she disappointed him most.
She stood outside SHEILD agent Coulson right behind her watching as a helicopter landed. She said nothing agent Maria Hill stepping out of the chopper.
She held in her breath trying to look as professional as possible as Nick Fury took his turn exiting the aircraft, adorning his long leather trenchcoat as always.
"How bad is it?" He asked skipping the niceties which by now she'd grown use to.
"That's the problem, we don't know" she said as she took of her sunglasses that blocked her face from the dirt that picked when they landed.
Leading her father, Hill, and Coulson down to the radiation section of the facility she ignored the technicians and agents who seemed to scatter around the building collecting their valuables and hauling ass.
"Selvig read an energy surge from the tesseract four hours ago" agent Coulson informed them as he walked beside Nicki.
"NASA didn't authorize Selvig to test phase" Fury looked down at Nicki.
Nicki knew she'd be to blame for this as if she was the one who insisted on harboring a blue space cube for their own selfish benefit. If anything she was the one against but Nick Fury, just couldn't be wrong.
"He wasn't testing it." She said pushing her hair hair behind her ear, "funny thing is he wasn't even in the room, call it a spontaneous event."
"It just turned itself on?" Agent Hill asked?
"Where are the energy levels now?" her dad questioned dismissing the attentive agent.
"Climbing." Coulson announced.
"When Selvig couldn't shut it down I ordered evac" Nicki told him.
"How long till we get everyone out?" Fury asked quickly.
"Campus should be clear in the next half hour" Coulson answered.
"Do better" he said. Even though it was in response to Coulson Nicki knew it was meant for her, especially because he didn't even look in her direction.
Walking down to the radiation facility they left Coulson behind so he could patrol the halls making sure everything that needed to be gone was gone.
"Sir evacuation may be futile" agent Hill said as the three walked down the stairs.
Nicki knew she meant no harm by it but she had no time to deal with criticism when their lives where at risk. She didn't need to be criticized she needed to make sure everyone made it out safe.
"We should tell them to go back to sleep?" Fury's brow cocked.
Maria sighed, "If we can't control the Tesseract's energy, there may not be a minimum safe distance."
"I need you to make sure that phase 2 prototypes are shipped out." Her father requested.
"Is that really a priority right now?" Nicki gawked. she seen him put many useless things before others but to care for a prototype more than the lives of workers was a new low.
"Until such time as the world ends, we will act as though it intends to spin on." Fury stopped as he looked down at his daughter on the stairs before speaking to Hill. "Clear out the tech below. Get every piece of phase 2 on a truck and gone."
"Yes, sir." Agent Hill nodded before commanding two guards to follow her.
The two finally reached the facility where the tesseract was being kept. Nicki's heels clicked against the cold floor, she hated this room and avoided at all costs.
"Talk to me, doctor." Fury exclaimed as he walked over to Selvig.
The doctor looked up from the cube rushing to Fury and Nicki, the Tesseract seemed to be glowing unusually brighter and flare rings shot out at random.
"Director." He huffed out in shock.
"Is there anything we know for certain?" Fury asked.
"The Tesseract is misbehaving." The man answered back as quick as possible. Well of course they already knew that Nicki thought.
"Is that supposed to be funny?"
"No, it's not funny at all. The Tesseract is not only active, she's...misbehaving."
Nicki looked down to her watch checking the time. "How soon until you pull the plug?"
"She's an energy source. If we turn off the power, she turns it back on. If she reaches peak level..." Selvig begun to trail off
"We've prepared for this, doctor. Harnessing energy from space." Fury reminded.
"We don't have the harness. Our calculations are far from complete. Now she's throwing off interference radiation." He paused, "Nothing harmful, low level of gamma radiation."
"That can be harmful." Nicki gawked staring at the man as if he were an alien.
"Where's Barton?" Fury queried as he looked around the room.
"The Hawk? Up in his nest, as usual." Selvig spoke his face scrunched in a distasteful manner.
Barton, dressed in black tactical gear, sat up on the railings watching them down below, Fury called for Barton on his earpiece.
"Agent Barton, report."
Barton swung down from the catwalk. Walking up to Nicki and Fury. The three walk around the facility in a discreet manner.
"I gave you this detail so you could keep a close eye on things." Nick sounding as if he were blaming the man.
"Well, I see better from a distance." He said ignoring Fury's accusing tone.
"Are you seeing anything that might set this thing off?" Nicki looked over to the tesseract that she feared getting closed to.
A NASA scientist interrupted them "Doctor, it's spiking again."
"No one's come or gone. It's oven is clean. No contacts, no I.M.'s." he shrugged "If there was any tampering, sir, it wasn't at this end."
"At this end?" Fury stood confused.
"Yeah, the cube is a doorway to the other end of space, right?" The doors open from both sides. Clint explained.
Dr. Selvig clacks away at the keyboard and sees on the monitor something he hadn't expected to. Suddenly the Tesseract thundered and shook the entire facility. Big enough to where both Agent Hill and Coulson can feel even though they were at different ends of the facility.
The flaring rings and glow of the cube spout out brighter and louder, like a boiling pot of water. The Tesseract's energy building up into a beam at the end of a platform wired to the CMS device. The beam fires the Tesseract's energy.
The beam then forms a vortex, which then opens up a portal and a black hole isq created. From the portal, the blackness of space, beautiful and mysterious, strewn with a billion stars appears and a gust of blue energy clouds fills the room, blinding everyone inside.
The Tesseract's energy forms into a cloud that reaches to the top of the facility's vacuum chamber ceiling. And for a moment It's abnormally quiet. Then heavy breathing is heard from the platform.
SHIELD guards slowly approach, weapons in hands. A figure kneeling on the platform, smoke coming off it.
Okay is anyone else seeing Jessi the Korean-American singer, rapper, and song writer in the 2d girl who is supposed to be Nicki Fury?! I am not the only one right? I honestly have no clue who that female is in the gif. Ps. I didn't read this but I am sure it is great!
It's how fine he is for me. Also he is literally such a sweetheart. I really high key want him to use me as his pedestal or maybe I could use him as my own personal choker just saying.
“one more,” you drag him down for another kiss, coffee slowly kicking in as it cools in the mug beside your thigh.
“I’m gonna be late,” ichigo presses into your lips. Him dressed and ready to head out the door while you’re propped on the kitchen counter, his sleep shirt bunched around your hips.
“We have time,” you card your fingers through his hair, keeping his lips slotted against yours as he huffs out a breath of denial. He tastes like the french vanilla creamer you always put in your coffees, the flavor sweeter on his tongue. Warm as the kiss deepens and his hands find your hips, fingers just beneath the hem of your shirt.
“Hardly,” he pulls away, but your lips find his jaw, his neck, his collarbone. Kissing until it earns you a shudder, until his grip tightens and he pulls you by the back of your knees to the very edge of the counter.
“We’ll make time.” Your hand trailing down his abdomen, fingers dipping under the waistband of his pants. His head tilts to the side, strong neck exposed for you. And he groans, low in his throat as he melts into your touch. The one that’s wrapped around his dick, strokes confined beneath fabric.
“H-how?” His fingertips toy with the side of your underwear, itching to undress you, to feel you, but hesitant when his eyes peek open and glance at the stove clock.
“By not looking at the clock, maybe?” You laugh, tugging down his bottoms, freeing up your movements to pump him easier. Looking up to see his lip secured between his teeth. You lock your legs around his waist to bring him closer, grabbing the end of the shirt you have on and rising it above your bare chest. “We won’t need much anyway.”
“What makes your say that?” He asks, eyes locked on your perky nipples, one hand coming up to pinch one.
“You never last long when you’re this worked up, babe.” You smile up at him with poorly concealed mischief, sliding your panties to the side and rubbing his head through your slick. His hands find your ass when he moans, eyes now trained on where you tease him. “See?”
He chuckles, breathless and amused. “Not when you do that, no.”
“But if I’m planning to be on time, we’re gonna have to hurry this up,” he says, stuffing the shirt between your parted lips when you open them to argue.
He swats your hand away, moving it so you grip the edge of the counter while he positions himself at your entrance. Licking his lips one more time before he slams into you. Your cry is muffled by fabric, head lolling back against the cabinet behind you as his thrusts build in intensity.
“This what you wanted?” He grumbles, chest rising with each sharp smack of his hips into the back of your thighs. Your eyes roll back. He’s being sloppy, but your breath catches in your lungs with every shove forward.
“Mhmm,” you hum, palms growing sweaty on the countertop, spit soaking through the shirt still stuffed between your lips.
“How’m I ever s’posed to leave when you act like this?” He growls, head falling to your shoulder, body curling over you as you arch into his embrace. “Drives me fucking crazy.”
His breath his humid on your neck, words rumbling across your skin as you shiver. His rhythm is off, pleasure low in your belly as you try to breathe deep into your lungs. He’s desperate. You’re close. And you don’t want him to leave. You want him to stay with you all day. Are yearning for it. So you tighten your legs, pretending that after this he won’t have to go.
“Shit, I’m gonna—” His teeth graze your pulse point and your shirt slips from your teeth on a whine. It’s his name that falls from your lips, body tense when heat fills you. His hips still, his cheeks are hot and red when he straightens back into your line of sight.
He pulls out with reluctance, the muscles in your legs spasming once your empty again.
“I’m not done with you,” he says, pulling your underwear back in place, his cum seeping out of you and soaking through the cotton. “But you’ll have to wait.”
You roll your eyes, playfully shoving him away from you as you unlock your ankles from behind his back and let them fall. “Just get outta here. I’ll see you later.”
He tidies up his clothes and tucks himself into his pants again. “Look at me,” he says with a hand cupping your chin, waiting for you to meet his gaze. “I won’t be long. And when I come back, it’ll be whatever you want.”
“Whatever?”
“Don’t make me regret it.” He kisses you one more time. This the last before he walks backwards away from you towards the front door.
Synopsis: You, your friends, and boyfriend were on y'all way to an away football game when your piece of shit car decided to break down needing fuel and oil. What happens when a man named Lester Sinclair offers to take you into town so you could go to the auto shop/gas station? You had a bad feeling. Will that feeling prove to be right?
Smut scene is absolute trash so I'll fix it whenever I have the time. Right now I am working on other projects.
Word Count: 3,127
Y/n! You hear your childhood best friend Wade call your name from across the parking lot, jogging towards you. You smile waving at Wade. (Wade) Are you going to the football game tonight? Everyone is going, so I wanted to invite you. Wade looked at you pleadingly. (Y/n) Wade you know I hate football, I didn’t even like it when Nick played on the team. I was forced to attend those games. (Wade) What if I told you Nick was coming? He countered. (Y/n) Then Nick can go bitch at how horrible the team's game play is without me. I don’t have to go wherever he goes, I say. Suddenly I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist. Actually since we are married you do go where I go. (Y/n) That’s funny I don’t recall getting a ring nor ever seeing you on your knees kneeling before me. I say laughing. (Nick) Oh babe, you’ll be wearing a ring soon enough. I’d be honored. I say, Placing a tender kiss onto his lips. (Y/n) I sigh, looking at Wade to tell him. I will be attending the game tonight. (Wade) Alright! He runs back off to his girlfriend Carly. I know the only reason he wants me there is to keep this boyfriend of mine in check. He has the tendency to pick on Wade and remind him of all the ways he’d never be good enough for his sister. Of course those words hold no truth but Nick being as protective as he is wants to be sure his words aren’t taken lightly. Well I guess that means I need to get ready for tonight. Would you like to join me? He nods. We are taking my dump so give your keys to Carly. He hesitates looking at your car then to his truck. I don’t know about that one Y/n. He says. Whatever I say walking towards my car. I turn the key over in the ignition feeling the car reev to life. I put the car in reverse, nearly hitting Nick as he ran up to my car. Look who changed their mind. He just rolled his eyes at your sarcastic tone.
Time Skip
We pulled into the parking lot of my apartment complex. I check my mailbox before I head to the apartment, not seeing anything important. I then headed up the steps leading to my apartment that was placed three doors down from the stairs on the right. My apartment was medium sized, hardwood flooring, light gray colored walls, laundry closet space, kitchen was a fair size with plenty of counter space, and the bedroom was medium sized which worked out perfectly for me. We walked into my room to see a box of new clothes I had recently purchased from Shein. (Nick) So this is why you wanted me here to judge your new acquired collection to add to your already full stocked wardrobe. (Y/n) Problem? I mean I could have always invited Wade or Dalton. I laugh as his face contorts to anger. (Y/n) Aww look at the big jealous baby green is definitely not your color. You have nothing to worry about. I only want you after all. I say walking towards him, placing a lingering kiss to his lips. He tried to deepen the kiss but I wouldn’t allow it since we only had a little over two hours to get ready for this game. I showcased three outfits to Nick. He had decided on the second one. Stating the first one showed bits that were specifically for his eyes only. The outfit I showed him were a pair of black mesh high waisted pants, a lilac drop shoulder pullover that showed my black pull-up bra, and (uggs) light purple slippers. Third was just a pair of black streetwear sweatpants with the letter graphic babygirl written in green bold letters across the front of the pants, I paired it with a long sleeve round collar shirt. He said that one made me look like a sack of potatoes given how big everything was on me. The second one was a blue colored cloud pattern cardigan, a white ribbed tie waist crop top, a pair of half and half blue denim jeans, and a pair of white and blue Sneakers. Shoes , cardigan , shirt , and pants . I showered, brushed my teeth, and did my hair styling it into pigtails, then got dressed. We head out shortly after. Nick had clothes at my place he changed into a basic white tee shirt, with a long sleeve plaid print shacket, and denim blue jeans, with his black timberland boots.
Time Skip
We met back in the parking lot of our college. Wade, Carly, Nick, and I drove together. While Blake, Paige, and Dolton drove in Blake’s new SUV. Once we had that situated we headed to the football game in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Everything was going fine. Blake sped ahead of us all so we could get a good view of what was going on in his car, him getting “head” from his girlfriend Paige. I groaned at their childishness as I kept driving, that is until my car started making this sputtering sound before finally dying on me. I try turning the key in the ignition over again but nothing. I unlocked the trunk to see if I had an extra bottle of oil and of course I had no such luck. I slammed the trunk down in a fit of anger. (Paige) What’s going on? I hear Paige yell about half way down from where we were. (Y/n) My car just died on me. I don’t have spare oil in my trunk and I think I'm out of gas as well. My car eats through gas. I hadn’t had the money to replace my fuel injector. I yell back to her. (Paige) Well we have a flat over here. So I guess we are camping out in this field tonight. Paige says. Wade, Carly, and Nick finally exit the piece of shit car of mine with clear indignation though they didn’t voice their opinion well Carly and Wade didn’t. Nick however was another story entirely. (Nick) This shit could have been prevented if we would’ve just taken my truck instead. (Y/n) Yeah that sounds logical with you having only two seats in your truck genius. I mean the bed of your truck isn't an option since once again, you've been kicked out of your parent’s place. So please, fucking make that make sense! I yell at him. (Y/n) Next time I'll just stay home like I wanted to, to prevent becoming an inconvenience to everyone. (Nick) That sounds like a splendid idea. (Y/n) Great. I say my voice cracking a bit as tears brim at my eyes threatening to fall.
I walk off towards the field to cool down a bit. I hear Carly yelling at her twin brother once again. I stop once I am out of earshot of their screaming match that is soon to come. I didn’t want to go too far since this is an unfamiliar terrain. (Wade) Y/n are you ok? (Y/n) Yes, Wade, I'm fine. I say wiping the few stray tears from my eyes. I’m used to his attitude by now. I’m just frustrated. I don’t don’t even know if my car will even start again when gas and oil is added to it. I really should have just stayed home and studied for my upcoming finals. (Wade) Hey, it's going to be fine, he says hugging me. The rest of the gang start to make their way over to us. Nick walks over to me enveloping me in a warm embrace whispering he was sorry into my ear. I accept his apology.
The gang had agreed to go to the nearest town in the morning to find an auto mechanic shop. After that was settled the guys began setting the tents up since it’ll be their sleeping quarters for the night. The night was filled with music, laughter, and drinking. Everyone seemed to be having fun but Y/n seemed to be unnaturally quiet which didn’t go unnoticed by her ever observant boyfriend. (Nick) “Babe are you feeling alright?” He asked, getting no response. His voice seemed far away causing you to only hear a word or two. Y/n/n, he says. You finally come out of your stupor. (Y/n)“I’m sorry, what was that? (Nick) What’s bothering you? You hadn’t said a word since we made camp. (Y/n) Something about this place really puts me on edge. We shouldn’t stay here longer than necessary. (Nick) Babe you don’t have to worry about any of that, I won’t let anything happen to you. (Y/n) That’s reassuring but still I can’t shake this feeling.” You say as he kissed your cheek.
I decided to go to bed shortly after to calm my nerves. I was asleep for maybe two hours before I heard Nick get up, leaving the tent. Babe where are you going? I’ll be back. He leaves when suddenly a truck appears with bright headlights. Nick questions the person, getting no reply he throws his beer bottle at the headlight of the truck. The truck then drives off leaving you all stunned. What the hell was that about? Dalton asked. Hell if I know, Wade answered. Everyone retired back to their tents hoping to now sleep through the night. I awoke the next morning to light tapping upon my shoulder. We got a ride into town to the auto mechanic shop if you want to take it? The guy may have a few screws loose but he seems kind of harmless. Nick says. Fine whatever gets us the hell away from here.
5 Minutes Prior
My name is Lester Sinclair, the man introduced after getting out of his truck. He then inquired about the vehicles found off on the road. “Em ya cars out there? Yes sir, says Wade. What’s wrong with em? One of the cars needs more fuel and oil. & mine has a flat tire, Blake chimed in. Alright. Well I'm going into town if two of you want to ride along with me. There’s a small mechanic shop that’s owned by a nice family. Nick said he would like a ride into the town he just needed to wake up his girlfriend.
Present Time
Nick chose the seat closest to Lester as we rode into the town Ambrose. Once there I noticed how desolate the town was. It seemed like a ghost town. (Y/n) Where is everyone? I asked, looking around. (Lester) At this hour folks would be at church right about now. Lester answered. I just nod my head in response. I was completely oblivious to who lurked in the bed of the truck along with the carcasses of the deers. He had a makeshift apron cobbler over himself so as to not dirty his clothes with the blood of the animals and this shield-like face mask. When we pulled into the lot of the auto mechanic shop the store looked to be closed. (Nick) What time does the shop open? Nick asked, he didn’t get a response. So I asked as well, getting no reply. The silence grew stifling before a man reached for my throat knife in hand. Nick went to move but the man said something that stopped him in his tracks. He told him if he were to make a move your neck would be slit. So he sat there silently fuming. The man told us to slowly exit the truck. He walked us across the way to a wax museum. Once there he threw me to the floor. He looked at Nick before speaking. (Bo) You must be the boyfriend. Well since you’re here why not watch me defile this sweet looking girlfriend of yours or I can simply kill her where she fucking kneels? He supports his statement by lifting me slightly by my chin. (Bo) You know none of this would be happening if you hadn’t thrown that damn beer bottle at my dear brother’s headlight. (Nick) “You are all just a bunch of freaks.” Nick yells back at the man. This earns him a punch in the face, which he smiles at. (Bo) Lets see how long that smile stays on your face once my hands and cock roam each and every crevice of her body. (Lester) “I’m going to head out Bo, if you no longer need my assistance. (Bo) Of course I don’t need you dipshit.” With that Lester leaves.
Bo’s first demand was a form of taunting to let you both know who was in control. He made Y/n suck her boyfriend's cock. Nick was against it being as she was bound and forced to do whatever Bo demanded. Baby stop, don't listen to him. I have to if I don't he'll kill you. Nick had tears streaming down his face as I unbuttoned his pants, pulling the zipper down then finally released his flaccid cock. Y/n couldn’t help but wipe the tears away as fell, leaning in to kiss his lips. Our lips never connected since Bo delivered a hard kick to my side. (Bo) What are you, an idiot?! I said suck his cock not coddle him. I do think my directions were specific enough. He says before harshly pushing my head down over Nick's cock. Nick moans loudly at the sudden feel of your mouth wrapped around his cock. Against his will of course Oh shit. He moans. Meanwhile you gag and cough around his cock trying to regulate my breathing once again. You heard Nick ask if I'm alright. You didn't respond verbally so as to not piss off Bo anymore. You instead bobbed my up and down his shaft, flicking your tongue back and forth around his glans. Massaging his head with your lips a bit before repeating the motions once again. His hips began to buck in and out of mouth you wrapped a hand around his cock to intensify the pressure. Your hand moved at the same pace as your mouth. Nick started moaning more frequently, letting me know of his soon to come release. His hips stuttered slightly as his cock twitched against the roof of your mouth just then Bo pulled you away from Nick. (Bo) “If you want to cum do it yourself , the only cum getting fed to this bitches cunt and or mouth will be mine.” Bo stated.
(Bo) I think I made the mistake in making you feel as though you had a choice to whether or not you cummed. I better be seeing cum in the next two minutes. Bo tells Nick. Nick’s hand finds his cock, stroking at his sensitive glans as he lightly squeezed his scrotum. He grinds his hips into his hand, moaning quite provocatively. His release soon came after a few hard thrust into his hand. Bo then stalks over you, going in for a kiss, I spit in his face. A harsh smack landed across my face as punishment for my disobedience. (Bo) You know I was going to play nice with you but since you went and acted like an ungrateful bitch I'm just going to ram my cock into that sweet little p*ssy of yours. Bo pushed me on all fours inserting his cock into my core. Tears streamed down my face as he forcefully enters my sex. The pain was unbearable as he didn’t apply any lubricant and I was dry as hell. His hand reached my neck and with each thrust into my core his grip tightened. I bit my lips preventing any sounds from escaping my mouth. I wasn't going to give him the pleasure of hearing such exotic sounds come from me. His tongue licked at my nape as he placed open mouth kisses upon it, before giving your neck a hard bite. My back jerks from the pain. He speeds up his movements, applying pressure to my clit with excruciatingly slow circles. The hand around my throat now grasps my breast, tracing my taut nipple. Bo finally released me but unfortunately for me he inserted his cock into my ass.
(Bo) Ooh your ass is just as tight as that cunt of yours. I may actually allow you to live, he whispers into my ear. I just bare my teeth at him, hissing. Bo slaps my breast causing me to yelp in pain. With each stroke he makes into my ass he inserts a finger into my core. Soon enough he has four fingers in my sad to say dripping sex. My core clench around his fingers, sucking him in. Why must my body betray me at such a time like this? The hand that was teasing my breast moved to pull at my hair. Bo moved at greater speeds in and out of me blood pooled beneath me from my lips from how hard I bit down. He removes himself from me leaving both my holes vacant once more. Bo flipped me onto my back so he could get a good look at my face. He slaps my face entering me again. (Nick) Stop hitting her motherfucker! (Bo) You better watch what you say fucking brat i’d never fuck my mother! He quips. Now I suggest you continue sitting there silently while I fuck her. Bo takes my breast into his mouth biting the bud, he tugs at it, moving his left to right all while my nipple remains between his teeth. His hips begin to stutter as he tells me to cum. A hand making its way back to my clit but I refuse to demoralize myself to that extinct. He tried moving at a slower speed, kissing you gently, applying little smacks to your cunt but nothing worked. He painted your core white with cum. Seething with anger from not being able to please you. I only smile at him. Soon my smile fades when he calls an unfamiliar name to join him, a man by the name Vincent. He was tall, agile, and strong. It's time for you to handle the clean up. I screamed, kicked, and cried before looking back at Nick telling him I loved him. He was a sobbing mess as he said those three words back to me, knowing that would be the last time he ever heard them from me.
Vincent took me to the basement and what I saw there truly disgusted me, the art was magnificent but it was so unjustly made. Art made with no meaning but that of the intent to kill. It’s sad really to waste such a lovely talent on human bodies. He threw me against the chair stroking my face softly, head leaning towards the side studying me. “She’s beautiful, he thought.” With that he turned the machine on to add yet another sculpture to their ever growing collection.
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Brahms had watched you from behind the house's walls for years before he finally made his presence known physically anyway. You had always heard inexplicable noises and felt as if you had eyes watching your every move only to find your own shadow.
Brahms had only come out of hiding due to the fact of a man caressing what was his well at least you were in his mind. The man had signed his death certificate that day it was set in stone the moment his lips captured yours in a slow sensual kiss. Brahms came out one of the walls pulling the man into the home strangling him. You stood to the side petrified and slightly aroused at just how strong, fast, tall, and handsome he was. Porcelain doll in all. “You’re mine and no one else’s. Do you understand? I don’t want to kill anyone else if it can be prevented.”
From that day forward you have been in a relationship of sorts. He literally wouldn’t let you out of his sight. He did allow you to go to grocery stores with him at one point but that didn’t end so well. The cashier was trying to give you the change she owed you and he broke the poor thing's wrist by completely bending her wrist back to impossible length. I could tell he was smiling as his eyes held a certain sinister glint to them. He loved it when people screamed in agony from the pain he inflicted. As we left the store the greeter doing his job wished us a good day which only earned him a broken arm. Brahms grabbed the man as he forced the automated door to open, slamming the door against his arm repeatedly blood painting the concrete. Brahms only stopped once he felt me apply a kiss to his cheek. Brahms picked you up, throwing you into the car that was definitely going to have a bolo out for it. (Of course Brahms was smart enough to change the license plate of the car and change the car out for another one located in a car lot.)
The final straw for him was the gardeners' lingering gaze on you and other intimate areas on your body that were only reserved for him. He made a show out of him. He locked me in the basement to keep you to himself for good then he left for 3 minutes, returning with the gardener and a pair of garden shears in his hands. He threw the man down the stairs, dragged the man towards you. The man screamed, pleading for his life to be spared. You looked on at the man smiling sadly knowing there was no way he was ever leaving this place alive. Once the man was right in front of you he guided the man's face so he was now looking you in the eyes. The sound of his blood squelching made your stomach churn more than that of the blood currently adorning your skin. (a/n I know that isn’t all that realistic but it happened. lol)
Brahms then removed his mask claiming your mouth with his. His mouth trailskisses down your neck as you feel his sharp teeth sink into the soft tissue. He licks the blood from your neck loving how your skin makes iron taste that much sweeter. Brahms ruts his cock against you chasing his release. Your clothed corewas being rubbed with immense pressure. His other hand held your neck in a bruising grip only further stimulating you. Once he felt he would cum he removed himself from his pants giving you a proper facial. You came undone shortly after which was quite humiliating because who cums from getting a facial?! Needless to say he wouldn’t allow you bathe for quite some time
Synopsis: What happens when you can't help but go to the Strodes house in search of the one and only Michael Myers? You had certain desires that only he could satiate.
Haddonfield, Illinois
Michael Myers has always piqued my interest. It's something in the way he kills that turns me on so much just thinking about it has my heart racing with anticipation and my labia moistening. Gods I wonder how it would feel to have that butcher knife lounged so deep into my stomach while I looked into the eyes of my killer as blood paints me red. Would I relish in the feeling of finally being murdered by someone idolized or would I simply just fall into the endless abyss feeling numb? Well soon I shall have my answer. Michael resides in the old Strodes house; in which he has made quick work in getting rid of the prior tenants or college kids whose curiosity got the best of them, ultimately killing the cat.
That house is filled with nothing but dread to Michael he is killing because of this internal fear that’s been inflicted upon him through the years. Michael was abused constantly at home by an old drunk geezer that did nothing but sit in his throne that was only a beat up brown recliner. If you ask me that old bastard got what he deserved, may he die a thousand deaths and soul be swallowed by hellhounds. To add fuel to the already ignited fire he was continuously bullied at school by his classmates and students.
No one ever understood Michael but I do. The shadow was born into this world the same as us ; no one comes into the world being a monster; he was simply molded into one. For that I thank the damn stars. For I know it’s selfish but if not for all the trauma he encountered early on in his life he wouldn’t be the fine man I see before me today.
Time skip~
I stand outside the strodes house with trepidation of him denying me. People like Michael get high off of others fears once he sees his presence doesn’t scare me he will lose interest. As I stare at the rotting wood of the discolored house that once before was white, I feel a presence behind me. I slowly turned around to find Michael had accompanied me in the backyard. I cautiously backed away as he began his stalk towards me, of course my two left feet hadn’t helped with my quick getaway or maybe it was just the heat pulling at my core making it hard to remember basic gross motor skills.
I run into the clothesline falling onto the ground with a hard thud a few coughs rack through my body as I get back up making my way to the back door. (You see what I did! If this was a horror movie I’d be dead, they’d have me fall screaming the same “please, please, no don’t kill me no.” mantra over and over again hoping it’ll save me but ultimately leads to my death. I swear directors these days just get more predictable with each move they release.) Once inside I keep straight, turning left once I get into the living room archway, finally going up the stairs and into the nearest room on the right. The creaking of the stairs alerted me to the Shadow that was steadily approaching. The door swung open with such force I thought the door would come off its hinges. He slams the door closed behind himself blocking my only way of escape which causes me to smile internally.
He strides towards me swinging his knife cutting the soft fabric of my shirt open. Looking down I notice a wound inflicted from the knife blade across my midriff. My v-neck shirt now looked as if it were a poorly made crop top. He grunts in frustration as I dodge another hit from his blade. I didn’t stay “lucky” for long though as the blade found its home in my lower abdomen, my back slamming against the wall behind me. I looked into his eyes smiling as I stroked his mask desperately wishing I could see the man behind the mask. He leans his head to the side confusedly trying to figure me out. “What a beautiful man you are, so strong, and deadly I fucking love it!” I say as my right hand glides behind his neck I lean in kissing the lips of the mask. I let my other hand wander down to the crotch of his jumpsuit. Which he did not appreciate, he jerked away taking his blade with him. I coughed up blood as I fell to the ground licking my lips, crawling my way to Michael. Making note of the slight tent forming beneath his jumpsuit.
I take my shirt off loving the pain that shoots through my body with the subtlest of movements. I moan when the crisp air hits my taut nipples, hand pulling at the sensitive bud. I sit up on my knees bringing my nipple towards my mouth, lapping my tongue around my nipple, my teeth grazing the bud before I sink my teeth into the soft flesh. My other hand slides down my stomach as I massage my sopping core through the thin material, I grind my body back and forth at a slow pace. Only stopping when I feel the looming presence of Michael he yanks me up by my hair. Ooouu baby that only turns me on. Are you trying to excite me Michael?” He didn’t justify my question with a verbal answer, he answered with a physical approach instead. Michael rips my leggings off exposing my needy core to him, my thighs slick with want. He picks me up wrapping my legs around his neck getting a closer look at my throbbing core. Michael pushed me back so I am now hovering over his stomach, my head touching his stiffened cock.
His tongue slips through the lips of the mask tracing it along my clit with hesitancy. He does this one more time trying to grow familiar with the motions. He then tries moving his tongue in a circular motion which elicits a moan from me. Michael glides his tongue further down my dripping sex inserting his tongue into my heated core, his tongue swirling around causing a spasm to rack my body. He runs his tongue over my clit again this time faster as he rams his long thick calloused digit into my core mercilessly. “F-fuck Michael just like that. I can’t wait to die by the hands of my greatest hero. Fuck me, I say as my hips begin to buck my release hitting me hard as I ride out my high. Michael untangles me from himself, laying me down on the cold dirty floor. He undid the buttons constricting his cock, he was definitely well endowed and I couldn’t for him to utterly destroy me.
Michael leans over your body. this gives him better access to your core, him being so tall and all. His cock rubs against your folds trying to put his cock into your core. He grunts in agitation once more for his shortcomings. I decided to help him out by gently grasping his cock aligning him with my core. With one firm push he fully filled your core. Michael growls at this new sensation loving how you tightened around him. He takes a deep breath, grinding his hips into her core at a steady pace. She begins to moan whispering praises to him which spurs him on even more. His speed increases. He moves his left hand over your breast while the other hand remains pressed against the cool floor. He gives your breast a bruising squeeze you’d think it was going to combust still it felt amazing to you all the same. You writhed under his body wanting more. Michael decided to oblige your request by grabbing the blade that lay beside you both.
Michael takes the blade's hilt inserting it into my core with each stroke he gets closer and closer to my g-spot. He finally hits it causing my vision to blur from the repeated abuse to my core. Each time he pulls out the hilt goes in hitting my g-spot. I couldn’t take it anymore, cumming around his cock my core tightening as the spasms racked my body. I was seeing stars by the time I came down from my high. I was finally satisfied. He grinded into a few more times before his own release claimed him.
Michael removed himself and the knife from your fucked out core that oozed his cum to then replace it with his knife’s blade, ramming it into her core repeatedly. He looked into your blissed out face as your body jerked around from the onslaught. Your breathing becomes hitched as your body ceases to move. You died with a smile on your face feeling alive more than ever. He delivers one final stab to her abdomen to ensure her death. He looks down at his cock to find it erect with vigor once more. He takes his right hand, stroking his cock in sloppy rhythms chasing his release. He stroked with such velocity to be denied his climax. So Michael decided to try something a little unorthodox. He took your hand in his as he guided it towards his cock. He squeezes their hands around his glans which causes a shudder to course throughout his body. He moves the hands around his cock in circular motion up and down his shaft. He bucks his hips into their hands before finally feeling a knot come undone in his stomach, cumming with a body shaking orgasm and powerful breathy moan. “This encounter wasn’t so bad.” He thought before making his way back outside to finish something he should’ve done years ago to kill his sister Laurie Strode.
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