So my brain would not shut up about this idea while I was out on a walk so I decided to write up the first chapter. I'll post as the chapters come to me but I hope everyone enjoys it. Gabriel isn't featured a lot in this one but he will be in the following chapters, I just wanted to set up Layla. I also decided to go with an OC since she will talk more about her family and such in later chapters and I know people would get fussy if an xreader had stuff about a family or background. But anywho, I don't see much about Janitor!Gabriel on here so I felt it was needed lol, hope everyone likes it!
Word count: 2,889
Pairing: Gabriel x Fem!OC
Warning: None, just a few guys being typical college guys.
Also yes, we are doing more of the wing trope because I'm a sucker for it lol.
⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞. I also do not give permission to use my story in any AI platform⚠️
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She quickly put on her boots, racing to grab her keys and phone as she glanced around the small apartment her friend had set her up with. Purse-check, keys-check, phone-check, books-check. The clock read that she had about twenty minutes to get to the school and her new setup before class would start, so with one last look, she locked up and headed for the elevator.
Hastening her steps as she saw the doors at the end of the hall beginning to close, calling out for it but watching as they shut. She cursed under her breath as she turned towards the stairs door, being on the sixth floor sucked at this moment, but she had to do it, though, looking at how steep the stairs were she was happy she wasn't a heels type of girl.
Finally making it down to the first floor after a bit she turned to exit into the lobby when she caught a sudden flash of gold out of the corner of her eye. Whipping her head around she looked towards the little alcove under the stairs, her breath slowing as she listened, steps hesitant while she walked towards the area draped in shadows. The stairwell was quiet, eerily so, and just as she peered into the darkness…her phone chimed.
Jumping slightly, she let out the breath she didn't know she was holding while she reached forward, hand making contact with the block wall, nothing. Fishing her phone out of her pocket she looked at the cause of the chime.
👸Kaylee: Where are you?? You're gonna be late!
Looking at the time Layla realized that she now only had sixteen minutes to get to the campus.
🔥Layla: I'm leaving now, I'll explain my horrible morning when I get there
She texted back while rushing out of the lobby and to the parking lot, her baby waiting for her as she jumped in, cranked her up, and quickly left. Five minutes later she was pulling up Springfield University, Crawford Hall to be exact, and Kaylee was already waiting at the entrance for her.
“What happened?” The blonde asked, heels clicking on the polished floor.
“Alarm failed, luckily my internal alarm woke me up before noon, but not early enough. I rushed to take a shower and the hot water was not working so I had to let the landlord know about that. My keys got lost in the eternal abyss for a good ten minutes, and then I had to take the stairs down.”
“Holy shit”
“Yeah, but I'm here”
“You're here, and you're gonna do amazing!” She smiled, and all Layla could do was nod, hoping she was right, this was a lot for her after all. When the two of them broke apart, Kaylee going to her own class and vowing to sit with her at lunch, Layla continued down the hall, her mind wandering back to how she even got here.
It had started with a phone call, Kaylee was someone Layla had met years ago through her job and had surprisingly kept in touch with…maybe it was because Kaylee kept her in her life, lord knows Layla drifted. But she called her that night not with her normal three hour long life update, but with a request.
“My school is getting a new class, it's like a cross between cryptozoology and folklore legends. Guess the principal's kid is really into it and wanted it so they decided to implement it. I know this is right up your alley! You could be the teacher!”
“Teach? Kaylee I don't have a teacher's license, I didn't even go to public school”
“I'm sure you have people that can work something out! Please! Otherwise there is going to be some loony toons old man come in here who doesn't know his ass from a hole on the ground and try to show the kids pictures of slightly crushed sticks and say it's a Bigfoot footprint”
“It could be”
“Layla!”
“Kaylee I can't teach, I don't know the first thing about teaching, I don't do crowds, and I don't care for people staring at me”
“You said you taught your nieces and nephews”
“That's different”
“Don't you think these kids should be aware”
“...Kaylee”
“Please, it would be perfect for you, plus you said you wanted to get away, settle down a bit. I can help you get an apartment and everything. Please…just…think about it”
And Layla did, so here she was, walking down the hall towards what she felt like was her doom. Man she hated the thought of this, why did she let Kaylee talk her into it? She stopped for a moment, taking deep breaths while trying to psyche herself up…she could do this…it was just like teaching the little ones…she's got th– another flash of gold caught her attention as she quickly whipped her head towards the hall to her right, empty aside from a few doors.
She waited for a moment, hesitant, before making her way towards them. The first led to a janitor's closet, nothing gold. The second, an empty classroom, again, nothing.
“What the hell?” she whispered to herself, knowing full well she saw what she saw. She was about to step into the room when the warning bell rang loudly in the quiet, her eyes widening as she quickly shut the door and rushed to her class, taking one last breath before pushing open the door.
Eyes fell on her as she walked in, and it didn't take long for a wolf whistle to ring out, God how she hated college guys, she swore their hormones played peek-a-boo with the lone brain cell they probably had left from all the parties.
“Hey pretty lady, you can find a seat on my lap til the teacher gets here” one yelled out, followed by laughter from who she assumed were his equally brain dead friends.
“Hey new girl, you and me can party in my car after class” another one called out, followed by a few girls telling them to shut up and stop being gross. But she was used to it, having brothers, she knew how men could talk. So instead she walked over to the teacher's desk and sat her books down before grabbing the chalk and beginning to write her name, a smile forming on her face as she noticed the class having gone silent.
“Now that you know my name you can stop calling me girl and lady. I'll also give you one chance to apologize for the crude language and give you a moment to reflect on why you shouldn't talk to women that way, that is, if all of your brain cells haven't been completely annihilated by either alcohol or stds” She spoke while turning, raising a brow at the two boys who had spoken before and watching as they adjusted in their seat, uncomfortable with the fact that all eyes were now on them…good…now they know how it feels. She waited, listening as they coughed before giving a muttered apology, and she figured that was the best she was going to get.
'Just like with the kids Layla, you got this’
“Ok, so, I'm hoping you are all in this class because you are interested in cryptids and folklore, not because you think it will be some easy extra credit. Because it won't be, sorry. Cryptids, monsters, folklore, fairytales, whatever you want to call them aren't just things that go bump in the night, or things people think they catch on some grainy footage from the seventies. They have history, some from multiple cultures, some dating back centuries. And we are going to go into detail about all of them. By the time you finish my class you'll be able to write full novels on each. So if that already sounds like too much” she gestured to the door while leaning against the front of the desk. She looked over the class, there were a lot of faces, a lot of eyes, all staring at her…But no one moved…No one left. Everyone watched her with a look she had seen on the little ones back home…a look of hunger for knowledge. With a smile she nodded and pushed off the desk.
“Alright, let's start off with a crowd favorite, who here likes vampires?”
She walked into the lunch room with her wallet and headache forming in the loud atmosphere. Man she was glad she had been homeschooled. Making her way to the “teacher” line, as the sign above the second entrance to the kitchen called it, she grabbed a tray. She wondered if Kaylee was already at a table or if she had even arrived yet, being the art teacher, she was sure Kaylee was the type to stay behind with any student who wanted to. Grabbing a bottle of water, and the shaker salad, but also a few of the chicken nuggets that were offered to her by the elderly lady who gave her a wink as if to say “I don't know if you're eating healthy, but I saw nothing just in case”, she turned and heard a voice behind her speak up.
“You must be Mrs.Matthews” she reached the register before she turned her head to look at the man while handing over the money.
“Ms, and that'd be me” she nodded, thanking the woman who gave her her change.
“Sorry, my name is Arthur Cox, I'm the psychology teacher here” he explained, causing Layla to nod at the older man.
“Oh, nice to meet you Mr.Cox”
“Likewise. I do have to say, I'm shocked the school hired someone so…young” he spoke, eyeing her up and down. She had to force herself not to roll her eyes, was every guy in this school a perv?
“Well it helps when you have friends here. And I'm thirty-two, not that young” she noted.
“Thirty-two is still young,” he smiled back.
“Meh, not when your back says your eighty some days” she shrugged, her statement causing him to laugh.
“I understand that, so what made you want to take up such a subject to teach?”
“Stuff like that has always interested me”
“So you believe it all to be real”
“I believe anything is possible. I believe the human mind can only comprehend so much so we write a lot off as fiction to save what little sanity we have. But I believe the world jades us to a lot of things as we get older, we're a lot closer to what some would consider the “spiritual world” as children, therefore we believe a lot more as children.”
“Facinating”
“What?”
“Just that as an adult you still fully believe in things like that”
“there could be an explanation behind every cryptid, from pareidolia, mass hysteria, animal gene modification experiments the government isn't telling us about, to perhaps…something real. How else would cultures who are on opposite sides of the world have stories about similar creatures dating back to when people were still discovering land”
“I prefer proof”
“Be careful what you wish for” she trailed off when she saw that same flash of gold, this time by the lunch room doors as they swung close. What the hell was that?
“Layla!” she heard Kaylee's voice before she saw her, waving from a small booth a bit away from her.
'Saved by the friend’
“I should get over there before she gets sent to the principal's office for disrupting lunch” Layla nodded towards the giggling blonde.
“Of course, she can be rather…excitable. It was nice talking to you Ms.Matthews”
“You as well Mr.Cox” she nodded and turned to quickly sit down with Kaylee.
“Thank you for saving me from that” she sighed with an eye roll.
“No problem, as soon as I saw I knew I had to step in, did he hit on you?”
“Not outright but the looks hinted at it. Though I think I turned him off when I started battling against his psychologist mindset”
“Good! He needs to be knocked down a peg, he thinks he's a big shot cause he's an author, but he's just a sleeze”
“Got that vibe” Layla nodded while eating a nugget and shaking up the salad.
“Oh! Gabriel left this for you, as a sort of welcome to the school” Kaylee spoke while pushing a small container towards her, she looked down at the slice of cake, funfetti…it was her favorite.
“Who is Gabriel?” She asked, looking at the fancy piping on top.
“The janitor, at least the one for Crawford Hall. He's a total sweetheart, and he's always got the best sweets on hand. I swear he just pulls them out of thin air or something” she laughed.
“not only does he always have a candy if you ask, but he even brought me the cutest little cake for my birthday, hang on, I have a picture,” Kaylee spoke, grabbing her phone and quickly scrolling while Layla finished her nuggets and started on the salad.
“Here is it!” Kaylee smiled while turning her phone to reveal the most colorful cake Layla had ever seen.
“He's got you pegged” she laughed.
“Right! It was so sweet!”
“Should Evan be worried?” Layla joked, knowing full well how head over heels Kaylee was for her fiancé.
“No!” She smiled.
“Gabriel is just a sweetie, you'll like him when you meet him” Layla simply nodded, finishing up her salad and grabbing the fork Kaylee offered her before trying the cake…it really was a good cake…honestly the best she had ever had.
After lunch they returned to their classes, Layla teaching the second round of students the same thing she taught the first, really only scratching the surface for vampires, but she knew it would take them a bit to really grasp everything. Though, there were a few in her classes she could already tell were going to be doing their own bit of research, if their requests for book recommendations were anything to go by.
Over all, she was satisfied with her first day, invigorated almost…she could do this…there weren't any monsters waiting around the corners, just the ones in the books. There weren't any spells to try to find cures to, no new cases to research, no random motels, long drives, and gas station food…she could breathe, take a moment…relax…there wasn't anything supernatural here except her class.
A knock on the door broke her from her thoughts, Kaylee stood at the entry, along with another woman, this one shorter than Kaylee, curvy, curly red hair and a very librarian style, her round glasses resting on her full cheeks as she smiled at Layla.
“This is Marie, she's the history teacher here” Kaylee explained.
“I mean this as a grand compliment, I would have taken you as the librarian,” Layla chucked as she gathered her books and made her way over.
“Compliment accepted, I would have been if the position had been open” Marie giggled.
“But I'm a huge history nerd so…history teacher is second best. I told Kaylee I wanted to meet whoever got to be the lucky winner of this class, the history and folklore of cryptids and such, ugh, can I take your class?” She giggled again, causing Layla to let out her own light laugh at the woman's enthusiasm.
“There's still seats open”
“Don't tempt her,” Kaylee joked as they all made their way towards the front…this was nice. Layla couldn't remember the last time she had people to just joke with that weren't her family…even they were not around that often, always on hunts of their own…when was the last time she had a conversation with someone who wasn't Kaylee? Did she ever have lunch with anyone like today? Or listen to gossip? Was this what normal felt like?
‘Nothing supernatural’
She sighed, falling behind the women who were engrossed in their own conversation, when she saw it again, the flash of gold…This time though…This time it wasn't fleeting, it didn't move, and as she turned her head her breath caught in her throat.
Wings
Large…golden…wings
They were the most beautiful and breathtaking things she had ever seen, an almost bronze color at the very base of every feather, the color slowly lighting to a honey tone at the tips. They reminded her of a sunset, or maybe it was the golden light that shown in the window onto them that made her think that, as it made them almost glitter while they shifted.
Her eyes dragged over them, going from the very bottom and inward until they met blue…blue work overalls of a man who was casually leaning against a mop as he looked out of the large window in front of him. She couldn't see his face, only his golden brown hair.
She wasn't sure how long she had been staring, but it must have been enough for Kaylee and Marie to realize she wasn't following anymore because their voices were soon right next to her.
“See something you like?” Kaylee giggled, causing Layla to look over.
“What? No! I-”
“That's Gabriel” Marie added, and as if hearing his name, even from so far away and with glass separating, he turned towards the three of them. Golden eyes meeting green.
‘So much for nothing supernatural’
Chapter 1 done! I hope everyone enjoyed it and it liking Layla so far, she's a bit of a "take no shit" kinda girl but also a protective friend. I'll have the next chapter out as soon as I can, and I'll add an ao3 link to this when I get it uploaded to there. Thanks for reading!
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The moment when you stopped watching Bleach years ago during the like Vizard/Espada stuff, and now you're rewatching it and coming up with your own character, thinking you're coming up with a really cool Zanpakuto...Only to realize that yeah a character later on had one that was extremely similar....screw it, she's still having them lol.
But like, here I thought I was being original af, having her have a sword that could mimic other's shikai or bankai and now I'm finding out some dude named Tokinada Tsunayashiro has the same thing 🤣. Ah well, hers adds a darker twist so I suppose their different enough.
Writing a story with an OC you have only really just came up with definitely helps you flesh them out. Here I thought Rizu was this badass fighter that would stand next to Ichigo if he needed it and be on his level...Instead I'm realizing that she's more of a pacifist that only wants to fight if she absolutely has to, and instead would rather be the healer like her mother.
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I found a song the other day that honestly makes me think of Kenpachi so much that I feel like it would make like the dirtiest smut, but like I also wanna make a tiktok video about him with it 🤭. Should I try writing it? Is there enough Kenpachi girls out there or should I just keep it in my head 😂
So this is based on a dream I had last night (that's why it's so short)
Went to bed thinking of Kenpachi and had a Hitsugaya dream lol, you can't forget your first love I suppose.
Synopsis: Rangiku knows you have a crush on Toshiro, and knows Toshiro likes you too, and decides to have some fun while trying to get you two together
Pairing: Toshiro x Reader
Word Count: 734
Warnings: None
⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞. I also do not give permission to use my story in any AI platform⚠️
“Ok give me just a second to change Rangiku” You called as you made your way into your room, you had just gotten back from a full day of the cheerful lieutenant dragging you around shopping, and not only were you (and your wallet) exhausted, but she wanted to go meet everyone for dinner.
“And by everyone, I mean everyone” she had smirked at you, knowing exactly who you were thinking of, the only reason you agreed to go instead of calling it quits. You sighed as you laid out the new clothes you had gotten, now to decide what to wear.
Meanwhile
“Rangiku, there had better be a good reason you called me all the way back here” Toshiro sighed as he entered the home and spotted his lieutenant sitting on the couch, a pile of clothes in front of her.
“Captain! There you are! I need your advise” she stated, causing the man to rub out the headache that was already forming.
“Rangiku”
“I'm bringing drinks tonight and I need to know what you think would be better?” She asked, holding back her smile as she shoved the red liquid towards him.
“I'm not drinking that Rangiku”
“But Captain,” she pouted.
“I need to know if someone other than me thinks it tastes good”
“I'm sure if the others have the taste buds you do, they will like it” he grumbled while trying to push it away, but his lieutenant was ready for him, and pushed harder, causing the liquid to slosh right onto his white shirt.
“Oops” placing her hand in front of her mouth to cover her smile…step 1 done.
“Rangiku” The white haired man seethe, ready to simply head back to the Soul Society and say screw it to this whole mission.
“I'm so sorry Captain, but don't worry, I actually got you some new clothes while y/n and I were out shopping today! I put them in her room.
“Why…you know what, I don't even care” he sighed while standing up and moving down the hall to your room, why Rangiku hadn't put it in the spare room he had been staying in while they stayed with you he would never understand, unless she just dumped out even more of her bags in your room. He unbuttoned the two buttons on the polo shirt and brought it up over his head while he opened your door, ready to get rid of the article that now reeked of berry alcohol.
You froze as you stood in front of the mirror, holding up two different outfits you had put together, all the while only in your bra and underwear. When you heard the door open you looked over, expecting to see Rangiku ready to help, but instead your eyes widened. Slowly raking over the smooth planes of the pale chest that entered your room, his face obscured by the shirt he was removing, and like a deer in the headlights, all you could do was stare. You watched the muscles move as he pulled the shirt higher, arms flexing as he finally pulled it off, eyes opening as if this was some sort of slow-mo scene straight out of a J-drama. His eyes widened as soon as he spotted you, and both of you simply stood there, your eyes dancing across his chest before returning to his face only to see his own lingering on your form before quickly darting back to meet your own gaze. And suddenly it was like the two of you realized what had happened, you quickly pulled one of the outfits to cover you, and he raced out of the door and slammed it shut.
“I-I-” You heard from the other side
“I-It's ok” you told him, your own voice shaking while your heart raced, you don't think you will ever forget that sight even in a million years. You could feel the blush without even looking in the mirror…and that was when you heard it.
“Oh! Wait, the shirt I bought for you is out here Captain!”
Rangiku….
“Rangiku!” You both shouted, knowing very well she did that on purpose. You wondered how you were going to be able to even look at him the whole time they stayed here now.
“Is it too late to just stay in?” You sighed, looking back at the clothes, and as you expected, your beet red face.
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Bleach does got me feeling like how I felt as a kid, it even got me to draw lol. Decided to come up with an OC early on and see how much she changes as the show progresses lol. Don't have a name for her yet, but I'm thinking she lives in the USA so she doesn't really have any contact with Ichigo and the gang early on. Her mom is a Quincy so she has those powers, but she doesn't know her father and her mother doesn't really speak of him. She has been able to see spirits and things since she was a kid though, and doesn't agree with the Quincy view of simply killing Hollows, she agrees more with the mindset of the Soul Reapers when it comes to that. So she figured out a way to help souls cross over, and purify Hollows with her powers (I already have it figured out how she is able to do that but I don't wanna give it away yet 🤭)
Needed something to watch while I worked on some crochet projects, and for some reason Bleach popped into my head...I haven't watched it since I used to watch it on TV back when it first aired...so I put it on.
When I tell you that theme song hit and suddenly I was 14 again, singing in front of my niece and all her friends at her birthday party. The opening line started and I was 11 again when the show first premiered. It's crazy how a show can be such a part of your childhood that when you watch it again as an adult you're no longer an adult...you're that little kid, giddy about seeing their favorite characters (I already know i'mma lose my shiz when I see Toshiro and Grimmjow again lol). It's crazy...but nice, with how crazy the world is right now, to just put a show on and be a kid for a bit again.
I love that the modern-day tumblr post equivalent of chain emails only requires me to reblog a relatively pleasant image instead of forward an email to a bunch of my friends and family members to quell my raging anxiety.
Back on my Avatar shiz because it's summer time...and why do I automatically end up back on my Avatar/Na'vi shiz during summer time you ask? Because I live in Florida, and every market you go to, all the jewelry and crafts look like you are shopping at a Metkayina clan faire lol. Don't get me wrong, I love the Omatikaya clan, but if I were a Na'vi I'd have to be Metkayina lol. When you grow up adding seashells to just about everything and taking trips to the ocean, you kind have no choice 🤣
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