TheWeirdOne6

One: 11th Squad Hisagi had been very quick to kick you out of the office and on to do some actual work! You had not liked the idea of meeting the great colossus of course but the journey to get to eleventh squad headquarters became much more harrowing then you had previously guessed was possible. The reckless cries of the insane squad members praising their captain, fighting each other over simplistic errors or simply screaming for the sake of screaming made entering the squad’s territory like stepping into one of the seven circles of hell! In fact, the barbarous manner of the squad members, their leering eyes and outrageous appearanc

Chapter III Zaraki could not understand it; at least, not completely. In fact, no one did seem to understand what was going on as Yachiru was all too comfortable with you and asked you to do the things Mothers were supposed to do. With you, she was a normal child reliving her days of innocence once more, looking up at you with the kindest and sweetest regard. It was not strange anymore to see her sitting on your lap as you brushed her pink hair, asking you to read her a story or playing with you in the Seireitei, despite you were not allowed in there. If anything, your new place was not bound to servitude anymore but being her Mother, and wh

Accidental Bride Voices; there were many of them in your head, but their words made no sense. It was not the most comforting feeling you had ever felt, but at least you were not alone in the void of inexistent dreams. You honestly had no idea of how long the stasis of your mind had lasted, but it seemed like ages had passed by ever since you had the chance to open your eyes. You had tried to make sense of what was going on; you really tried. However, waking up to the expectant looks of a bunch you did not know was not precisely the most reassuring welcoming you could have ever asked for. Not to mention the unsettlement you experienced by fi

To the Stars It had been quite some time ever since you had been transported to the spirit world and, to be honest, life on the other side was not what you had expected back in the Human World. The Soul Society, as everyone called it, was far from the mythical stereotype of souls leading an existence of sublime and eternal rest. Oh, no. Whereas life was much better, it was not the type of paradise it was cracked up to be. Of course you were not complaining, but maybe you had been expecting a little more. At least, you were here and not doomed to the eternal darkness of Hell. Life was very much alike to that of the human world, saving differ

Warning: Contains profanity, Enjoy! "Hey! Are you ok?!" You moaned and opened your eyes to see a boy with messy dark-brown hair sating at you. He had red lines that resembled fangs down his cheeks and a wooly hoodie with a dog underneath...? He held you in his arms bridal style with your head pressed against his warm chest. You didn't have time to respond before he drew his head closer to your face with his lips only centimeters away, and sniffed you. "Ugh, you smell disgusting. Like flowers or some frilly crap." You jumped and practically flew out of his hands. "What the hell are you doing?!" you screamed. "You smell bad; it really hur

    Your movements were fast, flash step aiding you in your actions against Hayato, both in offense and defense. He attacked quickly and with precision but his moves were obvious. You could tell he was holding back, biding his time until he could find a way to defeat you without causing you too much harm. You decided to up the pressure, if only to make him understand the gravity of the situation. You shifted your zanpak-to, stepping forward into Hayato’s swing before he could stop himself. His blade pressed against your cheek, blood beginning to drip down your chin yet you hadn’t flinched. Casting a steely glance at Hayato seemed

    You stir a little as your mind is torn from a dream by the waking world. You’re lying on a queen-size bed on your back with the blankets pulled up to your shoulders, the left side of your face tilting up. For once, you got a good night’s sleep. Yesterday’s hunt had been easily finished and you and the boys had gotten back to the bunker just before midnight. All of you were thankful for the chance to get a decent sleep.     As you slowly come back to reality, you become conscious of a hand playing with the strands of (h/c) hair above your ear. You turn your head so that your cheek presses up against a palm that you reco

    “Please tell me this is the last box.” You let the box of books fall into place in the backseat of the Impala.     “Yes it is.” Dean shuts the car door and makes his way around to the driver side of the vehicle. “Let’s hit the road.”     Sam gets into the car, maneuvering his long limbs to fit in next to the wall of boxes taking up the middle of the front bench seat, Dean following suit on the other side. You walk around to get in the backseat with Cass right behind you. When he sees how crowded the backseat is, he lifts his eyebrows.     “Are we going to need another car?” He in

    The Winchesters were never too fond of you keeping a diary--in fact, Dean reminded you every time he saw you writing in it not to put in specific details, like town names or people you and Team Free Will questioned during investigations. But while the Winchesters disliked the idea of you scrawling down the day's adventures (even though their father did nearly the exact same thing), at least one of your fellow comrades approved; Castiel, as it so happened, was fascinated by the concept.     "What's that?" he had asked one day in the middle of a conversation with Sam and Dean after noticing the gentle sound of your pen

You were standing in the cramped motel kitchen, whipping up a box of brownies for the boys when they got back tonight. You’d already fed Cas and yourself with fishsticks and microwave vegetables. Sam and Dean probably stopped off for burgers somewhere, so no need to worry about those bottomless pits. You smiled to yourself to think about how surprised they were going to be to stagger back to the smell of chocolate… "(y/n)?" You jumped, almost dropping the bowl. Even though Cas was a human, he still had the freaky ability to sneak up on and scare the crap outta you. This was the third time he’d scared you tonight alone. You