You were living on the sphere until the age of 6 when your mother died giving birth to your little brother.
Many viewed you to be a mistake because your mother has you without a father present in your life and the same happened with your little brother.
Having one mistake was tolerable, but having two was a burden to society.
That night as your mother laid cold on the talk, and your brother cried in the apostles arms you raced them to the pit.
You begged the apostle not to throw your brother into the pit because he was just a baby. (You offered to take his place, but the apostle still threw him over the edge.)
You acted quickly and curled him into your arms as you both fell into the pit. (If you died at least you died together.)
To your surprise the key around your neck that your mother had given you was glowing a blinding light and it’s like that light shielded you both.
You shot straight to the ground into a pile of trash located in No Man’s Land. (Some people claimed to see a “shooting star” the night you landed on the ground.)
You instantly hid your brother and you in the trash to escape the trash beast. (The toxic air did affect your brother more than you since he was a baby.)
You ran to the nearest town looking for a doctor and luck was on your side when you found Alice Stilza who took you in due to you reminding her of her grandchildren. (She instantly liked you for recognizing she was a woman.)
She scolds you for being out there in No Man’s Land due to the toxic poisoning in your lungs but when you explain yourself she freezes entirely.
You were sphereites on the ground and children at that. (Like what do you mean your necklace glowed? Did you have a vital instrument?)
She immediately called Corvus to come look at you. (Your first impression of the man was that he was a giant.)
He looked at you in amazement, like a treasure buried under a rumble. ( Your key had the symbol of the watchman, but you were a sphereite?)
Until Corvus knew more he decided to keep you a secret from even the cleaners’ organization.
He offered you a home to raise your brother in and provided you everything you needed.
Alice knew where you were because as a side effect to being exposed so young to toxic air, your brother’s immune system was shot to hell.
He was always sick growing up and you always blamed yourself for it. (Maybe if you had run faster then it wouldn’t be this bad for him.)
You hated the sad look on his face seeing you training with Corvus, because he was too weak to do combat training. (He just wanted to be like you.)
Since he didn’t have a name at birth, you named him Sora because you both fell from the sky.
Sora admired you greatly as his older sister who was the sun in his sky. (Wanted to be a fighter like you, and even copied everything you did like a cute duckling.)
You would teach him whatever you learned but you knew his limits.
You did make a lot of toys for him growing up and spoiled him, yet the item he held dear was a chain bracelet similar to your chain necklace but instead of a key at the end, it’s a heart. (You made it because he held your heart.)
There was an issue, however, because in the past 5 years your key was not glowing like it did that night.
Corvus brought Semiu to scan you for a problem and your brother while she was at it.
She claimed there was nothing wrong with you and that looking in you almost hurt her eyes at how much light you were made up of. (The same was not said about Sora.)
His essence was pitch black, not a single drop of light and when she told you, you were furious. (There was light in him, she just couldn’t see it like you could.)
What you didn’t know was that Sora was listening to the whole thing and the negative thought started to prey upon him.
You were now 18 and it was Sora’s 12th birthday. (You were so excited, you planned a party for the two of you and made him a cake.)
What you didn’t expect was for the room to be empty with a note he left behind saying he was leaving to figure out this darken within him, not for you not to go looking for him.
Corvus was on his way to your home to give Sora a gift [although he was mainly interested in your powers he still kept an eye on Sora], when a bright light blinded him.
When it died down he found the house destroyed and you standing there with a keyblade in your hand.
He was so glad that you had finally evolved your key into a vital instrument, but the look of despair and a missing Sora told him something terrible had happened.
He reads the note and realizes the catalyst to your powers was the need to protect Sora and now that he is missing that feeling has increased for you.
Without a home, Corvus moves you into the organization HQ where he offers you a job as a cleaner. (You take it because it will help you get stronger and find clues to where Sora might have gone.)
You searched for Sora for 4 years and still only found the tiniest clues, yet when a boy fell from the sky one day your luck was about to change…
Beelzebub(Record of Ragnarok) x female reader who is like Castorice from Honkai Star Rail
the ceaseless demise of ambition .
Summary: beelzebub spent his life alone ever since the realisation of Satan.. he never made effort to interact, that is, until he met you.
Pairing: Beelzebub x Castorice!Reader
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a/n: requested by anon! Yay - fulfilling my first crossover fic/request in general!! Reader has gloves because things die when they touch em, thats all the stated info the rest of reader’s description is vaguer. BEELZEBUB WANTS DEATH. The hardest part was finding the right behavior to give beelzebub I hope it didn’t stray from his character. I tried to dig up as much info as I could about castorice, (read every single lore article I could find) kinda HC’S but it’s mixed with story telling kinda writing enough of me yapping go and read!! x
Dividers : @fae-and-wolf
The first time Beelzebub ever set his eyes on you was when he was taking a brief stroll in the enclosed garden of Valhalla. His gaze flicked up from the deep purple of the blossoming buds to your form, sitting poised on one of the marble benches carved. His hand dropped from the stem as his whole body turned to face you, studying your appearance. This is the first he’s seen of you - not that he emerges from his quarters full of research often - at the sanctuary where he would go to clear his mind. There are rotting flowers and dying soil surrounding you, but Beelzebub takes little thought to that, just kind of… blankly staring. He doesn’t approach you though, instead peeking at you from between the leafy stalks.
His intrigue dissipated quickly as he hadn’t stirred from his quarters for days, engrossed in his findings an experiments. Nails dug into scattered papers as Beelzebub grits his teeth with frustration. Sooner than he can fight it, his feet are planted at the threshold of the greenhouse. Beelzebub didn’t expect you to be there again, he hadn’t really given you a thought after that one sighting, though he found himself scanning the controlled foliage for your figure.
You’re there.. Behind an assortment of trees, your back to him as you fondle with something in your hand. Realizing you’re handling a flower. Beelzebub’s jaw clenches as he stares at the flower, its deep blue and cerulean petals withered into dried husks. His eyes widen with curiosity, this is unlike anything he has really seen before; and certainly never expected you to display such power. After that day he cannot stop thinking about you, what he could do with your abilities, what he’d be able to finalize after thousands of years of trial.
Your third encounter was accompanied by Hades. You and the God of the Underworld are well acquainted; forasmuch as Hades holding the title of King of the Dead, and you, the daughter and Guardian of the River Styx.. You two were bound to be familiar with each other, something Beelzebub did not consider. Hades introduced you to him, albeit Beelzebub’s surprise, his face was stony and his lips pursed in a thin line - warranting no real emotion. Not to say your reaction was the same, you were more… polite. Courteously dipping your head in greeting, your features more supple but your gloved hands were intertwined tautly. How strange, the more Beelzebub made brief conversation, the more he wanted to boil over with his questions.
Unexpected but fortunate for Beelzebub, Hades informs the Lord of the Flies with some information with a knowing tone. Explaining your stature as the Embrace of Death, your position of a member of the Chrysos Heir, and your abilities that can make a simple material deteriorate with a touch of your hand. Hade’s tone would edge expectancy as he enunciated the latter.
With this newfound knowledge, Beelzebub would spend days observing you undetected. Surveying you when you sharpen your skills, scanning your types habits and how entities succumbed to your touch, often gathering the corpses if they hadn’t fully vanished into particles. Beelzebub would keep a ledger, full of unfinished studies of your assets and possible capabilities. But blank spaces littered the pages, hours of work still remain incomplete, all because he has just been watching from afar. What he needs to do is get up close, as this is only opportunity. Sometimes Beelzebub stares at the blank - no - unfinished pages with a blank stare, only that his eyes dry out as he peers down at the empty spaces where the truth should lie. His teeth grind as his shoulders squared, ready to throw his records halfway across the room. Why couldn’t he bring himself to talk to you? Was the looming pit overwhelming Beelzebub because he didn’t want to accidentally attach his one, and possibly, only chance at putting himself to rest? No, he had to do something.
You two start talking and having simple conversations, a step up from what he’d been doing anyway. Beelzebub would ask you questions, genuine curiosity sparked in the back of his mind, but never really showed in his tone or expression. You found it odd, but were happy to enlighten such inquiries. Over time you explained what he already knew, sometimes giving snippets of new information, but that wasn’t long lasting enough. He needed to get closer, at least closer enough to allow him physical examination.
You agree to help as Beelzebub asks you to perform an experiment - a way to make a kill switch for his prior experiments after hundreds of malfunctions and failures.. You’re unable to see past his lie as you willingly accept his task, wishing to possess a deeper understanding of your abilities. The ‘killswitch’ he needed was coated in generous lace of deception, yes it was a trigger to end life, but it wasn’t for his experiments. His heart jumps for the first time in eons as he appreciates that this might be the final way that he can meet his demise. This unending curse could be severed.
Beelzebub’s hopes increase as the days decrease. Your embrace was tested on several types of objects, from organic, to inorganic, even substances like liquids or gases. As more time passes, your limits are exerted more than you were used to, Beelzebub stoic and sharp as he attempts to extract your ability, hoping to turn it into a form of drug that welcomes inevitable death. He never fails to notice the tension in your hand, gloved or not, even when it hung limply at you side. He notices the way your wrist relaxes, and your palm loosens as his hands meet yours.
You refuse to touch any person or individual with an ungloved hand, not doubt why. Your hands starved of another beings physical contact. People have always been wary of you, their behaviors and movements painstakingly gingerly as they shift around you. Though Beelzebub was never so delicate with his movements. He made movements in his chambers - turned into lab - with purpose. It’s something you marveled at, later questioning. Beelzebub explained the enchantment that his long-gone friend, Lilith casted on him, he was never allowed to die, it was physically impossible; and every attempt and loophole was halted. You knew Beelzebub had a facade, putting aside his usual flat expression, you could tell this meant a lot to him. You should say, after hearing his explanation to his earnestness, you came more comfortable with your own movements too.
You two share moments Beelzebub never expected to have. You spoke about your duties as the Servant of Death, guiding souls from the underworld to trial. Beelzebub mindlessly paid attention, his library of details of you growing steadily.
You disclose some things of your past, only feeling as it was right, he did for you. Uttering the tragic death that undergo your own foolish mistakes..
Beelzebub’s been in your shoes before, ostracized from other beings for being “cursed by Satan.” Understanding your hesitance to be close to people. Maybe that’s why he feels a magnetic draw to you, and you him.
Beelzebub’s excitement of his passing ebbed away like his indifference towards you. He felt a lot more seen with you, as you did with him too. But like you having your boundaries, he had his too. Objecting letting his guard down too much near you, in case Satan ever took over him again. He did not want to lose or be responsible for another murder of a companion, maybe he was growing to enjoy your company?
Not in a thousand years would it ever appear anywhere but his mind, but, Beelzebub adores you. Your powers, your stature, your calmed personality. You weren’t crazy, but you weren’t too stoic either, the perfect mix that kept him entertained as much. Usually being by himself in his lab, no noise but the fire crackling and slithering through the air, him alone with his thoughts. You could say that the dead silence obstructed his work, his experiments that failed because of one simple mistake caused by the disruption of his thoughts. But now that you are accompanying his presence, Beelzebub feels more at home. He was never one for lively settings, but a. Touch of someone else’s - no - your existence is all he needs.
You enjoy simply watching Beelzebub work. Eyes locked on his features as he organised the files littered on his desk. Brows furrowed and jaw clenched in deep concentration. Or when he adjusts your form, allowing easier access to see the origins of your power. His grip on you firm, and eyes sparked with dedication.
Frequent nightmares are common for Beelzebub. Remembering the screams and chokes of Lucifer, Azazel, and Samael. Beelzebub wakes up from his desk frantically. His breaths are short as he recollects his bearings, nails subconsciously dug into the wood of his desk laden with research. Mind busy with shrouding thoughts and assurance, his mind skips over the hand placed delicately on his shoulder blades, a figure behind him. Then, a voice, Your voice. Ringing through his ears, hauling back into reality.
You’re there standing over his hunched form. Hands softly caressing his broad shoulders, croaking your concern. It eventually calms him down. But the pit of memories and the familiar feeling of them being wiped at the same time brought him back down.
Your soothing touch freezes up in a dreadful realisation. An alarming sight, one you were not used to, your gloves absent from where they would be now. You back away, dread pulled down your features. It took a moment for Beelzebub to catch on, dealing with his own demons.
His mouth gaped with something to say but his thoughts run like water. Maybe this is the way it’ll end- something this neglected… this simple.
Moments pass, nothing happens.
The air was sour with uncertainty. Two individuals who wished for different things. Relief floods over you when his form stays, your hand gripping your wrist. But disappointment wrecked Beelzebub’s final thoughts when nothing happens. He doesn’t speak much after that, but you are still hooked on how he was immune to your deadly touch.
Now everytime Beelzebub has these reoccurring nightmares, you are always at his side at once. He’s fond of this change, always having to wake up breathless, and recover on his own. It wasn’t like he was not used to it, but having you by his side… Made him never want it to change.
When the experiment ends, Beelzebub never mentions it to you again. What he did with the successful vial, if it really worked. also avoiding telling you about the real reason he had you be his companion. Never really the type to explain things, even if it meant a lot to you, if you never know, you won’t need to find out..
Years pass smoothly, staying friends - as if he wasn’t the only person you could interact with properly. Never once have you seen Demonic Destrudo, although you have heard descriptions of it. Unwanted whispers clamour to discuss the horrors of Beelzebub’s doings. You don’t necessarily like the comments, though Beelzebub himself doesn’t care. Merely walking away when he picks up any sign of gossip. You try to avoid causing a scene. A simple frown of a brow and pursed lips worked fine to express your exasperation towards these disdainful thoughts.
But you noticed Beelzebub has been growing a lot more protective.. no— possessive. He seems to always be trailing behind you, at your side, or looming directly over you. Reckless like nothing else but you should be with him, you find it kind of overwhelming..
Beelzebub becomes a lot more comfortable around you physically - but only in private. After a long day, his firm arms leaning on you from behind, his head buried in the crook of your neck. The hungry look in his eyes as he feasts on your sight, your hand in his as you waltz across the research-ridden floor. Emotionally, he makes several comments, some so well worded it eve takes you a minute to distinguish. Most of the time, he lets you drone on. When you two have nothing to say, sitting in silence progressing with your own tasks are just as pleasurable.
Your relationship is knitted with close layers of empathy. Knowing each other’s past, the similarities of your pains, mutual respect. But the differences were what pulled you together. Your status as the Servant of Death, carrying souls to their demise, bringing objects to their inevitable end, Beelzebub with his curse and his unyielding personality. Yet all the peculiarities that others find bizarre, even grotesque, earned a pedestal to celebrate
End notes: sorry kinda got sick of this but was too far in to change it. Mid-way i realise that none of this is related whatsoever to the ragnarok, anon im so sorry.
If you want me to make another that has ragnarok in it ill probably do it. ❤️
hiiiiiii new blog, but not new to writing! my requests are open for literally anything. ive been seriously lacking in inspiration and i need someone to send me a vision so that i can cook. i love angst, hurt/comfort, unhinged!reader, crossovers, isekai, a whole slew of fun stuff! character dynamics are my bread and butter!!
i only write for gender neutral or trans readers btw, i default to gender neutral if not specified. my inbox is dead empty so get on in here chop chop <3
I must ask if you would be open to a platonic Alluka-like reader (you know, the whole Nanika wish-granting entity possessing a human child shenanigans) with quite literally any of the Guild characters you wish (Nezha, Chinian, Elder Lingyao, Infinity, etc.).
Perhaps a first meeting/reaction to the whole OP human child and Nanika situation? Maybe Alluka has just been brought to the Guild upon discovering her existence and is placed under their watchful gaze until further notice (you know how OP she is—this can’t be carried out by just any Guild enforcer).
I just want to say how absolutely STOCKED I am to have come across your blog. You have the most addictive writing style, and I’m here for it. Looking forward to your future works!!!!
Omg! Yes!! 🙌 I’m so you sent this in! This would be my first legend of hei ask! And it’s a crossover! My favorite! lol. I haven’t finished HxH yet (haven’t even finished season 1-), but I do know of alluka and nanika so I am able to do this! Also, I only watched the first legend of hei movie, so I’ll only be referencing that. 😅
Warning: noob author, female reader, platonic, and others.
You were found by infinity while he was busy looking for stormend, when he found you nanika was the one in control as someone found out about your power and tried to use it but nanika quickly took over and made it impossible for them to complete the wish.
Infinity had never seen a power like this and thought of taking you to the guild after seeing your power, thinking you might be a spirit or young godling that was just born.
After some time after he delivered you to the guild you kept appearing wherever he was, wishing to nanika to be where infinity is, having grown a attachment to the male; seeing him as the older brother like you once had before.
He had no other choice but to let you stay with him, or else you would appear in situations where you’d get hurt if he doesn’t. That was how you met little hei, you took to the young spirit fast, having seen him while he was in his cat form and all. Hei was hesitant to be around you but after some time he realized that you weren’t a bad human, same with infinity.
You helped protect hei from being taken back to stomend, thinking the elder spirit was a bad guy (he is-) that wanted to use hei like how others before meeting infinity wanted to use you (he was-) and so you had nanika teleport the elder spirit and his friends away, revealing to stormend that you were powerful as well along with hei.
After the big fight against stormend; which was quite eventful, you and your newfound friends all enjoyed the peace that came after it, though you noticed the silent sadness that lingered on because of what happened with stormend, so, you did what you did best! You had asked the friends that seemed to have wanted stormend to be good (infinity, hei, stormend’s friends) if they wanted him back and they all said yes in their own way.
And so with the help of nanika, you revived stormend and made him promise to be good and on his best behavior. You wanted your friends to be happy, so you decided to cheat death by bringing someone back to the dead, and there’s nothing in the world better than making your friends happy, especially if it meant infinity and stormend gets together~.
(A/n: hope yall enjoyed it! Also hope you don’t mind some stromend x infinity, 🤭 thought that would make it a little more interesting and such. Like I said before, I haven’t watched the legend of hei 2, I’m waiting for the English dub, so there won’t be any next parts to this until that happens so I’m sorry for that. 😅 anyway, that’s all I have to say so I hope yall have a wonderful day/evening/night! Bye bye!~)
Gif Caption: Top Gif: Jack Russell from Marvel's Werewolf by Night. Bottom Gif: Steve Harrington from Netflix's Stranger Things
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Reader: female | 18-19
A/n's: okay this one turned out good. I think atleast I hope you think the same
Warnings: violence, reader gets shot, mentions of drugs (bc Robin and steve got drugged that one episode),stuffs about to get real
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"Okay okay wait." Y/n told Robin, "you wanna, not only stay in here overnight, but you also want to put this...child-"
"What's with the pause!?"
"I've seen many things, and a child does not manipulate two grown adults that easy!" Y/n argued. "So you wanna put this child in danger-"
"This child has a name!-"
Y/n sighed, "And what is it?"
"Wouldn't you like to know."
"You little-"
"okay! Okay!" Dustin stopped the two.
You were officially in crazy town, cookoo land, family chasing you, lost from Loki, Peter, and the others, your friends wanting to fight Russians, and you mean while are having the biggest mental breakdown of your life.
You just wanna scream.
But you get roped into their shenanigans either way.
So, you with them wait for nightfall, you staying with Erica to help and get her into the vent in the first place.
Afterward, you look for anything that could be a weapon, a knife hopefully, but it is an ice cream shop, and find nothing useful.
You're soon to join the trio on the roof.
"God I wish that magic dumbass the Corinthian was here," Y/n argued.
"Who?" Dustin asked.
"The Corinthian, he casually threatened me and Steve for ice cream," Y/n argued.
"What?" Steve asked.
"The white-haired dude? Wore glasses?"
"Y/n you were knocked out the whole time in the back almost, I don't know who you're talking about I tried to wake you up, you had a bad bloody nose, then Robin came in and you were up like nothing."
"The conversation about Nancy?" Y/n asked, he shrugged at her confused.
"Not with me, Last actual conversation we had was how Venom showed up at your house-"
"Venoms here!?" Dustin asked happily.
"Guys!" Robin argued, "Kinda, busy here!"
"Sorry." The three apologized.
You all were quiet, waiting from any word back from Erica.
Soon she was walking out unharmed, causing Steve to sigh in relief,
"Asshole child!"
"Punisher Wannabee!"
Fuck she got you with that one.
You all were quick to make it off the roof, you sliding down by the pipe on the side of the building and the others taking the stairs like normies
When you all made it in it was just a whole bunch of Chinese food boxes.
"Well shit, time to deal with a bigger problem," Y/n spoke.
"Wait! we gotta open one." Dustin protested, Steve, took out a pocket knife.
"Fine," Y/n spoke, holding her hand out for the knife, "I'll open it, remember Hydra fighter?"
"Let the Punisher Wannabe open it-"
"How bout you open it, Sinclair?"
"I'm a child hell no."
Y/n rolled her eyes, Steve looked at her, "Come on,"
He gave it to her, and she opened it without a care in the world, "Fuck come on..."
Turns out? Russians are in Hawkins, yay.
You opened the container, to find smaller ones inside.
"Woah, step back," Steve told the group, Robin and Erica were quick to take a step back.
"You too dude," Steve told Dustin.
"What!? no!"
"Come on-"
"no-"
"Yep, that's Hydra alright..." Y/n spoke already and had pulled a container out of the box, the signature symbol plastered on the underside of the bottle, "Bastards...Gotta say though, they're losing their shit on the packaging, come on man, step it up."
"Y/n!"
"What!? I'm being honest!" Y/n argued, "At least Stark has better packaging!"
"Tony Stark!?" Dustin asked.
"Yeah, Tony Stark-"
The room suddenly rattled.
"We're fucked." Y/n spoke up.
"What? Dustin, open the door." Steve ordered as Dustin turned to press the button.
"It's not working."
"What do you mean it's not-"
Meanwhile, Y/n was taking a seat in a free corner where no boxes sat the group started to argue.
"Just press the button!" Steve argued pressing a button causing a large door to close.
"We're in an elevator!" Y/n called, "And we're going down!"
It was indeed you all were going down, you sat on the floor already knowing something like this would happen, come on its hydra.
So while everyone was screaming their heads off, you were just waiting for it to stop.
It was a hard and sudden stop and even made you slip from your seat a little.
"Okay. Hydra you got my respect back." Y/n sighed standing up, "kinda atleast."
She went to help Robin and Dustin up, seeing Steve was barried under boxes, helping them off him and him up he brushed himself off.
"Thanks-"
You were already walking away to help the next person to there feet
And they're arguing again while your clipping the canister to your belt.
"I dont care about Tina! Or Uncle Jacks Party!-"
"Move-"
"What-"
"Move!"
Y/n pushed Steve out the way and climbed up on the table, she had found and opening in the ceiling of the elevator.
"Anyone comin?" She called out getting to the top.
"I am." Dustin spoke following her as she held an arm out for him, he grabbing it as she lifted him up with ease, "woah-"
She stood up, looking up.
"Anything up there?" Steve asked.
"Nope." Dustin spoke.
"Lots and lots of climbing..." y/n sighed, "and Im sure I couldnt even climb that...fuck..."
She took a seat with a sigh, watching Dustin start to pace for an idea.
"My walkie!" He beemed, taking it from his bag and bringing it up.
For the next, god knows how long he tried working at it, calling for help as Y/n sat against the wall ontop the elevator.
"Dustin. Please." Y/n spoke rubbing her head, "its not gonna work."
"What happened to you?" He argued.
"What?" Y/n asked confused at his anger.
"You! You use to be so! Lets save the world-"
"Dustin! This isnt the world to me!" Y/n defended, "this is day to day life!"
He looked at her with a given up look: "look...come here."
He sat besides her, "Im going crazy." Y/n told him.
"Your fighting russians and demodogs-"
"No. No." Y/n responded.
"Im going truly crazy." Y/n responded, "something. Something in my head...Im seeing things that arent there. Im mistakening dreams with reality-"
"You're getting a super power!?" Dustin asked.
Y/n sighing, "yeah. Maybe thats it."
"Thats a good thing!" Dustin cheered, "look at the stuff you do now! Imagine after super powers!"
"Super Powers? Some one blasting us out of here?" Steve spoke climbing up.
"Im better off stuck down here then up there at this point." Y/n responded, "Its almost day and Im still completely unknown of whats happening to my friends..."
"What happens if the Russians-"
"Dustin. I. Its not Russians." Y/n told Steve walking to the corner of the elevator, "trust me-"
"What are you doing?" Dustin asked Steve.
"What do you think Im doing Im taking a leak." Steve spoke undoing his pants turning his head to see the two looking.
"Well!? Look away! Look away!"
"Jesus! Okay! Okay!" Dustin told turning around.
"Nothing I havent seen before." Y/n shrugged.
"Ew!" Dustin gagged as Y/n looked towards Dustin.
"I thought you two werent a thing anymore!" He argued.
"We're not." Y/n told, "I cant handle love."
"I am right here." Steve argued.
"Good. Wont have to repeat myself later when we have a moment." Y/n defended as Steve put himself back together.
"Hey!" Robin called head popping up, "we got company!"
Y/n looked at the two boys, "Come on! Get up here!"
Y/n quickly helped the two girls up, just in time too as the door slid open.
You were all quiet, hearing people moving in the bottom.
"Hydra?" Dusti whispered as Y/n brought a finger to her lips, listening to the conversation
By the sound of it they were just workers. But knowing Hydra they were most likely armed with pistols and it'd be hard keeping four bodies from bullets
So the best option was to wait for the right momment.
It was Steve's quick thinking that got you out the elevator to begin with, using the hydra container to stop the door from closing as everyone quickly slid through the crack.
You pulling Steve by his feet before he could get crushed to death.
Now you had a shit ton of walking to do.
Like a shit load.
You stayed infront of the group, armed at the ready with Steve's small pocket knife.
"Would you look at you."
"You're back."
"It is your head."
Y/n looked towards the side, the man dressed prestine and clean.
"Your outfit sucks by the way."
"Yeah. Not really into the pretty boy style either." Y/n told the Corinthian, "Why are you here?"
"Why are you here?" He asked, "after all you figured me out a hell of a lot quicker than I could even imagine."
"Im here because these dumbasses are gonna get killed without me."
"Yeah but you have bigger things to do."
"Shame." Y/n rolled her eyes, walking down the long hall, "whats happening? To me?"
"Hell if I know." He responded, "my guess would be your walking between two walls."
"Walking?" Y/n asked.
"You're asleep, but not." He explained.
"Day dreaming?" Y/n asked, "Multiverse jumping?"
"No." He spoke, "walking is all, You're good at it. You know. Despite the"
"-Bloody nose." Steve spoke up the Corinthian gone.
"What?" Y/n asked.
"You have a bloody nose." Steve told her, "again."
Y/n felt at her nose, "sorry."
"Thats the what? Third one?" He asked, "you gonna be okay?"
Y/n nodded wipping her nose on the back of her hand, "yeah fine."
He watched her walk ahead again.
"Hey!" She stopped them, they coming to a crossroads, "come on keep quiet. Follow me. There's people up ahead."
You were quick to guide them behind some type of cover from Hydra soilders.
You quickly hurried them along, and even had to pull them behind cover when they stood there out in the open like idiots amazed.
"To the coms room." Erica spoke poitning it out.
"Comns room???" Y/n asked.
"Yeah. While you were busy day dreaming we got a radio signal a hole."
"I should feed you to the Hulk you know." Y/n argued.
"What makes you say its a comns room?" Steve argued.
"Lots of lights and control shit."
"That could be hudnreds of diffrent things."Dustin argued.
"Shes not far off." Y/n told Dustin, "just stay ontop me."
They nodded, following her close behind.
It was easy to get them to the comns room, You ushering them all inside as they quickly did as told.
Just to be face with a Hydra soilder.
"Ah fuck." Y/n mummbled as the guy looked straight at her, he knew who she was immediately .
That was before Steve yelled and rushed at him surprising the group.
"You did it!" Dustin shouted at Steve, "you won a fight!"
"Seriously? Never won a fight?" Y/n asked.
"We're not all super ripped like you." Steve panted brushing his fingers through his hair.
You looted the guy for his pistol and gun, while Dustin picked up his key card.
But as always there was more arguing, they argue alot.
Did you argue this much?
Yeah most likely.
"Hey!" Robin called, "your gonna wanna see this."
Y/n quickly climbed the stairs joining Robin, "Fucking Hydra...little assholes..."
"Holy shit..." Dustin spoke.
You were all looking at a machine, ripping into a portal, a familiar portal, the Upside Down
"I...I swear. If I fucking get my hands on Zeemo."
"Zeemo?" Dustin asked.
"He made Bucky Barnes the Winter soilder. And I have a feeling Zeemo did this bull shit too."
Y/n rushed back down the stairs to see the man Steve once beat the shit out of gone.
Rushing to the door she opened it seeing Everyone looking her way.
"Avenger!" They shouted, Y/n lifting the pistol up before letting out a few rounds and slamming the door shut.
"Run!" She shouted.
"What?!"
"I said run!" Y/n shouted opening the door allowing them to go through, "Do it freely OR I'LL DO IT AT GUN POINT!"
Y/n turned around firing at the soilders but the magazine was empty.
"What!? Already!? Oh come on!" Y/n shouted rushing down after the group.
She jumped the railing following the group close in tail, ramming into one of the soilders with a better gun.
"Thats mine now!" Y/n shouted hitting it across the second soilders face causung him to go down.
She turned around shooting at the soilders rushing at her while cautiously running backwards, downing a few before she took off once again.
"Y/n!" Steve shouted, "hurry!"
"Im going!" Y/n shouted jumping over the small set of steps before turning around, shooting just a few more bullets, the gun empty again.
"OH THESE GUNS SUCK COME ON HYDRA!" Y/n shouted before rushing towards soilders using as a Melee weapon, before dropping it and pulling out Steve's pocket knife.
"Y/n!"
"Go! Now!" Y/n ordered.
Steve and Robin watching her threw the window on the door, superhero pose and all, nothing but a pocket knife in her hand as soilders rushed at her.
Within a few seconds she downed atleast five more of them, using themselves against each other, but with how many flooded in at once, she was beat, kicked, shot at and went to the ground within the next mintue: shouting for the group to run as she fought back even in captivaty.
But they manage to stop you by knocking you out
Because Hydra has no class.
When you woke up, you found yourself in a cage, surrounded by a binding circle.
"Ugh..." she groaned.
There was a noise: a growl? Maybe not, maybe a gargle?
She looked to the side, "Oh. Hey. They got you too,"
The thing Hpmh in its in own way.
"Yeah...oh shit my side..." y/n complained, "Let me guess...they wanted you to join for your stunning looks. Look. You havent eaten me. So. Im Y/n..."
It grumbled, "Yeah yeah. Sterotype. My bad. Not every green thing thats huge wants to beat everything up."
Y/n looked at the creature, "you got a name?"
It hummed and bubbled.
"Ted?" Y/n asked, "How long you've been stuck here."
It answered in a grumble.
"shit that sucks." Y/n responded, "why you in the pound?"
Y/n listened as the thing blurbed, ranted in its own way.
"Because you're...a swamp...monster..." Y/n responded, "Mhm you there forced Test runner?"
He nodded.
"Yeah. I can understand that." Y/n complained rubbing her head as she looked at the binding circle, "this thing keeping you in?"
He nodded.
"Seeing they put me in here." Y/n spoke, "they wanted you to eat me and wanted any sorcery I had to cease along with any strength."
He grummbled, "what? No. Not with out my sling ring you?"
A few hums, blurbs and grunts in response.
"Really You have powers? Oh an me? Someones a fan boy." Y/n chuckled, "but yeah. Avenger. Not much of a power kinda gal..."
You used the bars to help you to your feet leaning it against it as you used it as support to walk looking for anything.
The binding circle too far for you to reach over and simply swipe at and ruin.
And with your new cellmate you were shit out of luck on most things.
But before you could really try anything, two soilders came in with there Lutenit
"I demand to talk to Zeemo!" Y/n shouted at the commander.
"Zeemo has no weight and is a scum to us."
"Fuck." Y/n mummbled looking back at Ted, "Im shit out of ideas."
"I will ask you once." He spoke, careful to keep outside the bidding circle.
"Which Avenger sent you."
"None." Y/n argued, "Your mother did. And shit did she suck my fat fucking dick like no tommrow!"
A gun shot rang off as Y/n was shot in the leg, she growling in pain but kept standing up.
"Fury must have sent you-"
"Fuck you!" Y/n shouted.
"Zeemo prehaps?!"
Another shot to the leg, she crumbling against the ground hands still on the bar.
"Do you hear that?" The Lutenit asked, taking a step closer, "You're friends?"
"Fuck!" There was a cry, they in a near by room, she could hear it threw the vent.
Y/n was slient, as she kept her head down the Lutient taking another step closer, he would be rewarded highly, capturing both spies and a long term enemy. Y/n's grip tightened on the bar as he took another long stride.
"Who is the cock sucker now?"
Y/n reached out grabbing him by the belt slamming into the bars, "You!"
Y/n grabbed his gun quickly shooting him and falling back to aim at the other two just as quick, downing the three.
"Fuck..." she sighed pulling at the soilders foot bringing him closer so y/n could grab his keys as she quickly got up and made it to the locked cage door.
"You comin?" She asked opening it as Ted got up, "yeah. Come on. We're blood buddies now."
He followed her carefully, she grabbing stuff off the soilders to tie her leg off.
Ted was gentleman enough to even tie them off as a thank you.
You like ted, anyone hurts ted they fuck with you
Peaking your head out you dont see anyone, but as soon as you do an alarm goes off.
So you and a Giant Swamp Monster named Ted are on the hunt for your friends and quick too, rushin to find your friends you tried the first door, it already open and you could hear laughing.
"Haha! Henderson!"
Y/n opened the door quickly.
"And Y/n! Haha!" Steve laughed as she walked in.
"Y/n!" Dustin cheered, cutting the bindings on the two, Ted following her inside causing them all to scream.
"Hey! Hey!" She shouted, "Ted! This is Ted! He's cool! He's with me! They wanted him to eat me but we're chill! Right Ted?!"
He nodded as they just looked at the two.
"Well?! Come on!" Y/n shouted rushing them all along.
You manage to lead them all path free of Russain soilders till you turn a corner and there's both screaming.
Turns out Ted had a rescue party coming consisting of one man.
Luckily Ted can stop you before you go full fighter on the poor dude.
"Again?" He asked Ted, "and ropping people into it now?"
Ted grumbled.
"Okay. Obviously your friends." Y/n smiled at the two, "but if you'd like to stay that way we should oh. Run!"
Turns out Dustin knabbed on of there vechiles and your having to basically pick Steve and Robin up into it, you drive, because honestly you don't trust anyone else. Along with the new comer in the front.
"Im Jack!" He introduced holding out a hand for a hand shake.
"Are you seriously introducing yourself right now?!" Y/n argued driving as fast as she could.
"Right sorry!"
Y/n looked to the side: "Im Y/n!"
You manage to get everyone to the Elevator and rush everyone inside.
And in the elevator its even worse.
Steve and Robin joking around, playing.
"Its like Im-"
"Surfing!" They both cheered.
Ted looked at Y/n, "I swear there both usually way better than this."
She watched Steve fall and tumble over, Y/n walking over to him.
"Hey! Steve!" Y/n shouted.
"Y/n?"he asked, "what are you doin here?"
"They seem drunk." Erica argued.
"Why would they be drunk."
"Steve-"
"Boop." He poked her on the nose, "Hey- when did you get here Y/n?"
"Steve let me-"
"No- Ow!"
"Sorry- sorry.." y/n apologized holding his eyes opened.
"His pupils are dilated." She spoke, "not drunk but drugged."
"Jack, where'd you park your car?" Y/n asked.
"Car?"
"Yeah."
"I walked here? Heh..."
Y/n looked back at Steve, "Where's your car Steve?"
"Ooo can we stop at the food court!" Robin asked, "i'd kill for a hot dog on a stick!"
"Yeah!" Steve smiled.
"You can have as much food as you want!" Dustin told him the two drugged teens cheering, "Where are your keys? For the car!"
"Keys!? Hah the russians took those!"
You sighed, as the Elevator stopped, you all filing out in a rush.
"You guys stay safe." Y/n told Ted and Jack.
"Thank you-"
"Hey!" A police officer shouted.
"Shit..." Dustin spoke looking around, "in here! Come on!"
Looks like Jack and Ted weren't done with you yet as you pulled them in to hide in the back halls of the mall with you.
You had to figure out something to do with Ted and Jack, mostly Ted.
"Uh...this way! Behind the screen!" Y/n shouted rushing Ted in.
"Alright. I want you to stay in here." Jack spoke.
Ted grumbled, "yeah I know you can help! But when the times right alright buddy?"
Ted shrugged in relucant exceptence.
Leaving Ted hidden for now you quickly joined Dustin and Erica to divise a plan.
You told Jack to stay there and keep an Eye on Robin and Steve while you and Dustin went up to try and radio the group.
Turns out Dustin ran the battery pretty dry, but he managed to get back to the group, barely able to hear or register anything.
"Hey!" Jack spoke rushing in the room with Erica.
"There gone."
"What?!" Y/n argued getting up and looking for the two in the crowd, "shit..."
You all went on the hunt for them, but you ended up falling, Jack luckily catching you.
"Ah. Your bleeding-"
"No shit I got shot atleast twice."
He helped you along to a bathroom, sitting you on the counter you groaned, adrenaline starting to wear thin.
He pulled out a little pocket med kit, he must get in alot of shit problems if he carries one around.
He rolled undid the binding you hand on them and rolled up your pants leh and took a look at them.
"It didn't go threw..." he spoke.
"You have tweazers in there?" Y/n asked.
"Uh. Yes." Jack spoke holding them out for her she taking off her belt bitting down on it.
She lifted her leg to rest on the counter.
Taking a deep breathe she dug the tweazers in eyebrows knitting in pain as her face became hot, pulling the first bullet out. Jack even had to look away from the gruesome act, his own eyebrows knitting as he griminced in disgust. She tossed the bullet in the sink to quickly get the second and within the next mintue she had the second out. Pulling her belt from her mouth she sighed in relief.
"Could you?"
"Yeah- Yes. Of course." He spoke.
You watched him disinfect and clean the wound and surronding area.
It was quiet between you two, until he spoke up and thanked you for saving his friend.
"He gets in trouble quiet a lot." He chuckled, "this way Is...quiet new."
Y/n chuckled, "Im always in trouble it seems..."
"Your a midnight son." He spoke, Y/n looking up from the work being done on her leg, "You work with Marc Spector."
Y/n nodded, "how do you know that."
He shrugged, "Lets just say we've fought before."
"Your the wearwolf." Y/n cut in he looking up, "I remember the markings."
He nodded, looking down at his work, "We had quiet the moment back then."
Jack laughed, "calling falling to our deaths is hardly considered a moment."
Y/n chuckled, "I'll take what I can get, one of the better memories...especially as of recent."
He stiched her leg up carefully, "We have to stop running into each other this way-"
Y/n winced, "Im sorry." He apologized quickly.
"Are you alright?" He asked a hand resting on her shoulder.
Y/n nodded, "I'll be fine. Thanks..."
Y/n watched the skin close up on the first stitch, he moving onto the second hole.
As he stitched you up, you both contuined to talk, as if you were old buddies catching up
He had a contagious smile, and a sweet heart
To be honest you feel bad for almost killing him that one time.
You didnt expect the conversation to get so deep either: he telling you what he did as the "other" side of him wasnt really him.
"I mean. I like this side. But the other side was kinda fluffy," y/n defended, causing him to laugh.
"And you? Do you have an other side?" He chuckled.
Y/n thought for a mintue, "I don't know. Not like you atleast. Not that I know of."
"No?" He asked, "arent we all animal in some way? We all have something itching."
Y/n chuckled, "If Im an animal Im one uncapable of happiness."
"Why say that? You're lovely. Besides the almost killing me."
"I almost let myself be happy...with Steve. With my dad."
"But?"
"But I always have to do the "bigger" thing, save the world, save this save that." Y/n spoke, "I dont mind it. I don't. Really. Its fun even sometimes, I just...end up missing people after there not on the feild anymore but rather in it."
Jack cleaned her stiches one last time, and wrapped her leg in gauze, "sounds like to me like you need to save yourself."
He finished off her bandages tying them off and tucking the loose ends in, "or. You need to be saved. Just once."
"Reinvention?" Y/n asked.
"No." He spoke, "Heal yourself before you Heal others. Doesnt have to be while in battle, but off the feild."
"Mentally?"
He nodded.
He made a good point: maybe you need mental healing.
Dustin busted through the door and the others followed.
"Okay look. It doesn't take that long to bandage a wound. Y/n stop flirting." Dustin argued.
"What-"
"We need to go!" Erica argued.
"We go out the front, circle round and grab Ted." Dustin explained.
"Why not just go through the Theater?"
"Because its closed." Dustin explained.
"Come on."
So both you and Jack got up and walked towards the group, you all poking your head out looking to see the last group from the theater leaving.
And quickly all join to blend in with the group.
You blended pretty easy, you and Jack especilaly keeping your head down.
"Turn around." Robin argued.
"What?"
"They're here." She told, "the russians."
The group looked at rhe man checking IDs, he turning towards them.
"Shit gotta go!" Y/n told, "go!"
The group ran away, sliding down between the escalators quickly.
You could hear the running behind you, you all rushing to hide.
And out of all places in the food court,
You had pushed the kids under the counter in hopes they'd have more cover.
You put a finger to your lips as Dustin and Erica covered there mouths.
Looking at The other three they were
It was eerily quiet.
The car alarm of the "Win a Prize" car went off and a quick growl out as the car was thrown the two kids grabbing onto you in fear
You slowly peaked over the counter, the group following you.
"Haha!" Y/n laughed, "Ted!"
He smiled and looked up to the second floor.
"Haha!" Dustin cheered, "Yes! The gangs all together."
It was indeed a good sight, the heros y/n had lost track of? All together: beat up? Oh for sure, but together and intact.
You barely could hold your ground as Peter and Kate almost tackled you down in a hug.
"We thought you were a goner!" Kate told.
"No kidding! We looked everywhere for you then ran into Mr.Stark-"
"Wait wait wait." Y/n stopped them, "Tony?"
"They're all here!" Kate spoke, "and this thing! Its called the mind flayer! And it's not just in Hawkins its in New York! And It has everyone by the head! And so we learned about the Upside down! And we didnt know how to reach you! So we went along sithe everything and Billy Hargrove? Right? He's like a main leader! We think he got to Frank and thats how it spread!-"
"Woah woah Woah!" Y/n stopped, "Slow down. Slow down. Look I was just stuck in a Hydra base!"
"Hydra base!?"
"Okay! What is going on!" Nancy intruppted, "Hydra?!"
"Okay Hydra is what turned bucky barnes into the Winter Soilder-" y/n told the huddled around group.
"What's the game plan here exactly? Because if Im honest. Strange." Eddie started up, "has no sling ring nor neck stone thing Kate's out of arrows, Parkers only part spider, Wade's got no bullets left, no swords, loki's and Chavez are all magiced out, Venom wont even come out."
"Wait" y/n argued, "You lost the eye of Agimoto-"
"More of it was ripped from my neck." Strange argued.
"By who?!' Y/n argued.
"By Billy-"
"Hargrove's flayed?" Y/n asked.
"Y/n." Strange spoke, she looking at strange, face full of concern, "you're brother, Billy Russo, he's here."
Summary: A girl with odd morals found herself being acquainted with the most chaotic people she had ever met, especially when she's just trying to blend in with the crowd and not create a crowd.
YOUR SENIORS couldn't help but become worried that you might encounter the twins as they decided to (more like your other seniors were the ones who willingly offered while Leona was the only one who begrudgingly came along but) Nonetheless, because of their stature, they offered to accompany you to your classroom, as if serving themselves as your bodyguards.
Some students that were left in the hallway — averted their gaze from your seniors, as if feeling threatened by their tall figures looming over you, while others simply nodded in acknowledgment, as some of your seniors did in return.
As you all were walking down the hall, you couldn't help but suddenly brought something up.
"Soo, Cater-senpai, Have you finally decided about.. what the payment is gonna be?" You inquired, your brows were slightly clashing anxiously — an awkward smile was painted on your face as you tilted your head sideways to look at your senior.
Your senior pondered about your question for a few minutes, with his arm still slung over your shoulder, as you all continued walking.
You were slightly nervous around people you weren't close with — especially those who were too close to you for your liking — but it did leave you with a lingering sense of déjà vu from when your elementary school friends used to do the same thing to you during break time while you guys were out visiting random street vendors outside your school to buy some snacks.
Oh god, you were being emotional again.
"You know [Name], Cater is probably just kidding when he said that, so no need-"
"Hmm, not yet little junior! This is a once-in-a-lifetime-opportunity and I have to think about this carefully y'know~?" Cater hummed, completely cutting off his friend while ignoring Trey's disappointed gaze that burned a hole behind his head.
"I suppose that made sense.." You muttered under your breath with a focused expression, I mean, if someone were to offer to do something for you as payment for your kindness — you'd naturally have to consider what the payment would be, so you couldn’t blame him.
Although, he was the one who proposed the idea rather than the other way around.
But you're still scared about what this so-called payment was supposed to be.
FLASHBACK !
"Oh, umm, sure why not..? So what's the payment gonna be?" You inquired, lowkey feeling scared for yourself at the moment.
"Hmm, Ahh there's soo many things that I could ask you to buy for me right now but I gotta think about this properly~" Cater muttered to himself in slight frustration, but quickly recovered as he sent you a wink.
"Today seems to be your lucky day huh? Your kind senpai hasn't thought of what the payment will be at the moment~!" Cater cheerfully admitted, making you deadpanned at him.
"..I'm leaving," You said it out of nowhere, as you fucking gave up — this senior of yours did not just waste your time as your classes were about to begin, just to tell you that he hadn't thought about your 'payment'
He also had the fucking audacity to begin acting like an arrogant jerk simply because you thanked him for helping you with the twins.
Obviously, he hasn't heard of a thing called human decency yet.
"hEY WAIT-"
. . .
In the end, you managed to calm down with the help of your senior Trey as you decided to give him some time to think about your payment while escorting you on the way to your classroom because that's what a 'kind' senior should do.
Kind senior, my ass. Kind senior pero ang kapal ng mukha
After the rest of your walk, you all finally reached your destination as you turned around to face your seniors with a thankful smile, you politely bowed your head to your seniors as if your silent way of telling them that you're thankful.
You were about to head into your classroom but you were stopped by someone grabbing your wrist.
"Will you be alright here?" Trey gently fretted over you like a mother hen, obviously worried about you, especially since the twins were your classmates.
You firmly disagreed with the old saying "Chivalry is dead" because the person who came up with the term obviously never had the chance to meet your charming and kind senior, Trey Clover.
But oh my fucking god, He would literally be a ladies' man from where you came from.
''Ah yes, don't worry about it!-'' You quickly reassured your senior with a sheepish grin. Whoever Trey's future spouse was, they better treated him with the utmost respect, or else a girl with a large collection of tsinelas would time travel just to beat your ass.
Besides, there's literally no way for you guys to communicate besides the gym class — wait, gym class??
Fucking killjoy
And just when you thought that you could finally be safe from the twins, you forgot that you guys would be having gym class this afternoon. Oh well, let's just hope that you weren't gonna be assigned partners with one of them.
Internally, you could only curse your forgetful mind for failing to remember the gym class that was on your schedule. the fucking gym class, [Name].
Your [eye color] eyes immediately widened in realization, your hand made its way to your forehead as if an attempt to calm yourself as you realized that there would be a low chance of you being assigned partners with one of them.
"..I'll go inside now" After regaining your posture, you bid your seniors farewell with a seemingly solemn aura, and before going inside — you gently yanked your wrist free of Trey's grip.
Trey could only follow your figure entering the classroom with a worried expression.
. . .
"I'm sure she'll be fine.." Trey silently reassured himself, the uneasy feeling in his stomach never leaving.
"You've never been concerned with a junior like that before, Trey~" Cater teased, his gaze was fixated on his phone, but Trey knew damn well that Cater's teasing remark was directed at him.
Trey's face gradually warmed up in response to Cater's remark, as his hand moved to cover his flushed face. Immediately confirming his friends’ thoughts.
''Omg, I'm soo gonna post this on instagram~''
''Cater don't you dare—''
"I agree, but I thought you said you don't show favoritism to your juniors, hmm?" Vil grinned, his lavender eyes were half-lidded with a coy sneer. Amused by Trey's obvious favoritism towards the [hair color]-haired junior.
''Oui, oui — this is indeed the first time I've had the opportunity to see this beautiful side of you Chevalier of Rose! '' Rook happily exclaimed as Trey swore that he saw a glint of mischief shimmer in his emerald and narrowed eyes.
''I'm definitely gonna use this as blackmail~'' Leona gloated with a smug grin, as he took his phone from his pocket and snapped a photo of the flustered Trey.
''Oh, you guys..'' Trey sighed dejectedly, mentally bracing himself for his friends' incoming snide remarks.
. . .
Time flew by as you were in chemistry class, but the bland discussion of quantum theory didn't help your eagerness to get out of the classroom as quickly as possible. It's been only 30 minutes since you and your seniors departed — yet it felt longer because of how much you twiddled your fingers beneath the desk as you anxiously shifted your attention from your fidgeting fingers to the clock hanging on the wall.
On the outside, you appeared to be completely calm, but I could assure you that on the inside, your heart was thumping loudly and anxiously as if desperately begging you to let it out.
You were preoccupied with yourself until your Professor, Crewel Divus — called your name, immediately snapping you out of your trance.
Professor Crewel's hair was parted down the middle, with the longer section white and the shorter section black. He has narrow grey eyes and silver studs in his ears. He's also dressed in a tuxedo that includes a black dress shirt, red tie, a black-and-white vest, black dress pants, black dress shoes, and a black belt with a silver buckle, studs, and spiky sections. He's also occasionally seen wearing red gloves, and a teaching pointer with a red collar and a jeweled charm attached at the end.
Nobody in your class was brave or kinky enough to find out why there was a red collar attached to his teaching pointer. Even if you were slightly curious about it, you couldn’t risk your grades so never mind.
"Pup [Name], would you mind answering question number four? and remember it's Master Crewel to you" Crewel continued, lightly slapping the end of his teaching pointer against his palm.
Along with his.. odd nicknames and questionable phrases he spat daily.
Lightly shaking your head to redirect your attention to the task at hand, you slowly stood up from your seat. You took your time as you avert your gaze from the students. The number of eyes watching your every move made you uncomfortable as you simply wanted everyone to stop staring at you like some kind of exhibit.
''..The answer is letter C — Master Crewel..'' You begrudgingly answered, not having the energy to question his nickname. You were too tired to even question everyone’s weird obsessions at this point. You could only respond with a faint nod and a tired sigh like a sleep-deprived mother forced to listen to their child's strange preference in the middle of the night.
"Hmm, it seems that you have been paying attention — very well, anyways next!-"
All the sounds surrounding your classroom suddenly became nothing but a blur as you began occupying yourself with silence — well, more like enjoying your own company while you still had the chance.
These were the only times you finally got to enjoy your own company without having to worry about what to say as you're not used to talking to people without any fear of accidentally offending anyone — sure, it could get lonely at times without any real company, but at least you still had yourself to keep you company!
You were once again, occupied with your thoughts until a small crumpled paper knocked your forehead — snapping you back to reality again.
But, seriously, what was it about people who kept bothering you? Did they have so much fun bothering you that they wouldn't stop bothering you even during in class?
After a few seconds of realizing that your silence had been broken by a small, crumpled piece of paper, a tick mark grew on your head as you began glaring daggers at it while grumbling curses under your breath — as if it would do anything to restore the peaceful silence that had been ruined by a fucking paper.
A few minutes had passed since you've begun your staring contest with a crumpled paper, deciding that it wasn't worth it — you let out an exhausted sigh at yourself.
You began scanning the classroom for any hints about the said-culprit who had interrupt your silence, but unfortunately — you couldn't find any hints about the culprit when some students were busy taking notes or whispering among to their friends.
Eh, I'm bored, might as well just use the free paper to doodle some bullshit
You carefully opened the crumpled paper that goes by the shape of a circle before flattening the wrinkled paper with your hands and was about to doodle some random designs when you had notice fine handwriting pasted on the slightly wrinkled paper.
'Please do meet me at the rooftop during lunch break for I have something to discuss with you, [Name]-san
- Anonymous'
Y'know what, fuck it — you didn't have any more sense of safety by the time your curiosity got the better of you.
And, yes, you're aware that your decision was fairly similar to one of those characters in horror movies, but you'd rather die at the hands of a killer than be killed while trying to escape from the killer.
You didn't want to go through all the trouble just to be easily murdered by a serial killer at the end.
Although you decided to visit this 'anonymous' later, you still couldn't help but let your thoughts wander about this 'anonymous' person.
You've barely had any friends aside from Soo-Min ever since you were a junior, so you couldn't help but be curious what this anonymous person wanted.
What could they possibly want? I don't recall owing anyone a favor besides from Cater-senpai.
It's also gonna be impossible for it to be Cater since he appeared to be the type to be straightforward rather than using difficult rituals just to reach out to you, he was also not in your class, and it is not like he used some kind of magical broomstick to reached this classroom's window just to throw a paper at you.
Alright, but what were you thinking? Now, you sound so silly if anyone were given the chance to look past your random thoughts. But, on the other hand, you could only hope that no one read your thoughts as you'd rather die than had someone else witness your inner thoughts.
I mean, there's always an option to remove the evidence, Soo-min did offer to lend you a hand when the time comes so you gotta take the chance while you were at it, right? Gotta hope that you won't end up throwing up if your hands became dirty though.
You shook your head, slightly embarrassed by your weird thoughts, and dug your face into your arms, which were placed at your desk, hoping to enjoy your own company despite the silence.
However, you couldn't help but wonder how they were doing. Were they taking proper care of themselves? Did they spend the cash you sent them carefully? Given the expensive tuition fees, you were still unsure whether continuing your second year at this school was a good idea.
Why couldn't you just, well, study in the Philippines where you were much closer to your family and friends? Although, you didn't deny the fact that you were also excited to move out of that household back then, simply because you wanted to get away from your family. However, given the state of your family's finances, your family couldn't afford to enroll you in a high school that was near your home. The scholarship that was offered to you was the only reason you were able to study at a prestigious school here in Teyvat. You couldn't afford to let your family down, so you took the chance while being aware of the responsibilities that were bestowed upon you.
Ahh, it sure was hard to be the eldest daughter of the [Last name] family.
In any case, what should you have for dinner? It was your duty tonight to use the kitchen and prepare some food. You need to think of one soon, one that was healthy and delicious at the same time. You should have money to buy groceries by now if it hasn't already been sent to you.
You were lost in your thoughts when you heard a sound vibrate beneath your desk. As you slowly raised your head to find the source of the sound, finding none — you then lowered your head to see your phone beneath your desk, light up as a notification popped up.
You looked up to see if your teacher was paying attention before quickly pulling your phone out from beneath the desk.
A message notification appeared, revealing a user named "Ran <3" aka Hei-ran, 'Ran' was just a nickname you made up but could only use it when the two of you were alone.
Your boredom got the best of you and began typing words silently.
. . .
Ran <3
Dude im bored
[Nickname]
Ok and?
Ran <3
well damn, is this the thanks i get for cooking you a meal 😕
lowkey hurt rn ngl 🧍♀️
[Nickname]
just pay attention to class before you get caught and have your phone confiscated
Ran <3
Ok but why are you on your phone tho 🤨
[Nickname]
..You do not question your senior during this time Hei-ran
Ran <3
Wha
Dude u're just one year older chill 🙄
[Nickname]
Yes, but still older than you sweetie 🥰
Ran <3
Ok grandma
Anyways, i heard that you were being chase by the twins, you good??
[Nickname]
How did you know?
Oh, Noo! It’s not like I’m being hunted by the tall ass leech twins who were rumored to be part of some mafia gang, and could possibly murder me at my sleep, noo i’m not worried at all bestie 😍😍‼️
Ran <3
Uhm, rude literally trying to help but sure 🧍♀️
Anyways, the seniors told me before our class started
But how're you gonna avoid them tho??
They're literally giants when compared to you
[Nickname]
R you calling me short
Ran <3
No, but you look like one beside them
Do you have a plan tho?
[Nickname]
What plan
Ran <3
To avoid the twins grandma
[Nickname]
YOU
well honestly, i have one, i think
Ran <3
Well whats the plan?
[Nickname]
Idk dude, just gonna avoid them by the time when lunch come around ig
Ran <3
Thats a dumb plan you gog right there
*got
[Nickname]
"gog 🧍♀️"
Ran <3
Shut up dude, i'm tryna help you rn 🗿
[Nickname]
Like you have one smartass 💀
Ran <3
Obviously, duh
..Y'know what, I actually don't
[Nickname]
Forget that, what do you wanna eat for dinner??
Ran <3
I'm not sure, can't we just eat cup noodles with rice?
[Nickname]
my shopping trip is now cancelled now ig
Ran <3
Oh yeah, it's your turn to use the kitchen next right?
[Nickname]
Yep
Cup noodles with rice it is then
Ran <3
love ya bhie <3
[Nickname]
love ya too ig 🙄
Anyways i gtg na
Oh and can I sit with you in lunch??
Ran <3
Sure sure dw bae <33
[Nickname]
AMP THANK YOUU BES 😭
. . .
With a satisfied hum, you turned off your phone and returned it to its previous spot, also knowing that you didn't have to go out later to get groceries.
You then returned to your previous posture, with your face dug in your arms once more — but this time your chin dug in your arms, as your uninterested [eye color] eyes started darting around the room.
. . .
"I love little shrimp~" Floyd mumbled, his chin in his palm, as he peered over his shoulder. From the front row of the classroom, he kept staring at his [hair color]-haired classmate with a lovesick grin, revealing his sharp and jagged teeth. Someone, please set this dude on a date already.
"Pardon?"
"..You heard nothing, Jade" Jade's playful twin quickly threatened, his usual lighthearted tone had been replaced by a threatening tone. Making Jade's heterochromia eyes widened — obviously in surprise rather than fear. His brother's threat caught him off guard as it was the first time his own brother had threatened him.
Let’s just hope that life would be generous enough to grant you a normal day.
So, listen since I found out about Jeff Davis making Criminal Minds I needed this.
[part of "imagine being Spencer Reid's intimidating significant other to everyone but him"]
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Sure you were married to the sweetest, nerdiest man in the building and people noticed how loving you were towards him in the halls, yet being 8 months pregnant did not make people fear the Cerberus that still guarded the gates of hell records any less. That being said, it was hard to find a replacement for your maternity leave.
It’s not like recruits from the academy weren’t sent to you to teach and evaluate for taking your place, it’s just that the moment they walked in you analyzed their flaws and strikes from there. You weren’t a profiler, you were Virgo…. Or probably just a bitch. All three were facts to you that you already knew.
What you were really looking for was someone who knew how to research and most of these recruits were concerned with the physical part of being in the FBI. They would advance in field work, not rotting in this dungeon for a couple of months. Spencer constantly reassures you that what you do in operating and organizing record information helps that team greatly but it still makes you feel a little useless in the field. A part of you didn’t want to place that onto someone else who was so young in their career. (You actually love your job for the fact that it led you to Spencer.)
“Honey, you need to find a replacement soon.” Spencer says, sitting with you in the new chair and coffee table set that Strauss implemented for you. No one got how she actually liked you when she was so cold to everyone. Maybe it was the dry personalities that you bonded over, but she appreciated the work you did while dealing with pregnancy since she’s a mother of three herself. “The doctor said the baby might come any day now.”
“And let Morgan win the bet? No thank you.” You take a bite out of your pb&j, potato chip sandwich Spencer packed for you. (It wasn’t even a craving, you genuinely love this sandwich.)
“You’re betting on our baby's due date?”
“That and if it will be a boy or girl. That one is with the whole team.”
He rolls his eyes good-naturely at this, “Well, either way you need to stop torturing your potential substitute. The last one ran out of here crying.”
“How was I supposed to know their grandma just died?” You roll your eyes in a not so good-naturely manner. “Like you work in the FBI, that's a Wednesday for you.” Spencer shakes his head at you, it seems you’ve gotten more mean to people that weren't him since this pregnancy, but he loves you so he could be blind and deaf for a moment. “Besides, another is coming tomorrow. No high hopes for that one.”
“Just our thoughts and prayers.” He clinks his cup with yours. “Maybe this one will be different.”
This one was not different, in fact this one had the same personality of someone you saw on a daily basis by choice. A personality you willingly married. An annoying, skinny, pale boy stood in front of you, rambling about how many ways the team’s ‘Batman’ needs his ‘Robin’ to provide the correct background to catch a killer.
“When people told me about this place they compared you to a Cerberus and this place being Hell. I mean I wasn’t too scared because I come from Beacon Hills, now that place is rough.” He awkwardly laughs, fidgeting with his name badge. “We don’t deal with wild dogs like Cerberus, that would be weird-”
“Your name is Mieczyslaw Stilinski-”
“People call me Stiles-”
“Don’t ever interrupt me, Stilinski.” Your death stare rivaled Derek’s from back home, Stiles thought with a nervous gulp.
“Sorry, Reid- Agent Reid- Mrs.Reid?”
“Mrs. Reid is fine. The agent is too FBI-like.” You say not looking up from his file.
He narrows his hazel (yet another familiar feature) eyes at you, “But you literally work for the FBI.”
“And you are the Sheriff’s son from a small boring town looking to follow your father’s footstep but don’t want to be stuck in the same town forever like him.”
“I wouldn’t call it boring.” He mumbles, not appreciating your comment about his father.
“There’s some red flags here as well. Going missing, kidnapped twice, admitted to a mental institution, and an MRI on your brain due to a history of familial mental illness.” You felt bad for the kid, truly, since you also know what it’s like to go through something traumatic. You sometimes still get nightmares about Foyet, but this was business. You needed to keep a straight face. You could tell what you said had upset him, his fist were clenched and at his sides, “It said your mother died from that same illness, so you basically have all the makings of a serial killer yourself here. I can assume all that tragedy must have fucked up with your nerve little twiches, makes me wonder if you got into the FBI or did your father out a good word in for you.”
That was it, you sent Stiles over the edge with that one. “I never needed my dad to put a ‘good word in’ for me. I worked my ass off to get to where I am in the FBI. I don’t give a damn that I’m barely a recruit, that I’m barely getting anything to be considered FBI work. Yeah, I’d love to be in the field actually experience physical training, but I’ll take fucking anything at this point! Even if it means rotting in this Hell that looks a little nicer than people make it out to be.” He was pointing to the plants that Penelope brought in to liven up the area. “I’m fine with being assigned to record even if it’s not ideal, because at least I know my hard work is getting me somewhere. Where are you going? You stand there and point out all my ‘red flags’ when you should be looking at yours. This whole building compares you to a monster! They call you a Cerberus because-because you’re a bitch!”
A gasp filled the tense air between you two. It wasn’t a gasp from you but from him. He took in how quiet you were and mistook it for anger. You were his higher up for god’s sack. The person who could make or break his placement here in the FBI. It was a long silence until to his surprise a warm smile painted your cold face. “You pass.”
Okay, now he was confused. “I pass?”
“I mean you still need to work on a few things, but that’s the point right? For you to learn?”
“Wait? This was all some sick kind of test!” Stiles’s head was spinning. He didn’t know if you were crazy naturally or due to the job.
“Stiles, I want to apologize for my words. I went too far.” He relaxed seeing how sincere you were. It surprised you also well since you usually did apologize for your action, but marriage and a baby were softening you up. “I needed to know if you could stand up for yourself. Working in records when I first started was like a customer service job. People tried stepping on me like I was nothing, so I slapped them with an attitude and bite the fucking hand that tried petting me. I had to become mean Stiles because I was younger than most people. I had to gain my respect by being intimating.”
“You were teaching me a lesson?” You sighed at his lost puppy act. (You've seen it too many times before on a certain someone.)
“Yes, Stiles. I was teaching you your first lesson about how corporate this place can be. Respect needs to be earned and you’ve earned my respect so you pass.”
Stiles couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride swell within him. He got Cerberus to at least respect him, but he still asked, “You respect me even though I called you a bitch?”
You laughed at this, going to stand and move around the counter to stand in front of Stiles. His eyes went wide at how big your stomach was. He called a pregnant woman a bitch! His dad would be so upset with him even if you were being one. He stuttered out an apology but you raised a hand to stop him. “It’s fine, but If you ever call me a bitch again I will rip out your throat with my teeth.”
Stiles chuckles at the nostalgia your words bring him. You both shake the other’s hand as the door behind you opens to reveal your sweet husband, who smiles politely but tightly at Stiles. That is when you both realize that it was time to clock out for the day. “Hi, Spence. Let me grab my stuff and get Stiles a spare key then we’ll go.” You kiss his cheek, walking to the back closet to get your things.
Stiles stood awkwardly with Spencer as he clumsily offered his hand out to him, “Hey! I’m Stiles Stilinski. I’ll be substituting for your wife since I passed her test I guess. She’s a really interesting person.”
“She’s amazing. Multiple Masters, and skillful in any hobby given to her. She’s honestly the most caring and loving person you’ll ever meet.” Spencer speaks without a drop of hesitation.
“Oh, so she’s like a pitbull. Intimating on the outside, but cuddly on the inside.” Stiles blurts out not knowing if that was insulting. It must not have been since a genuine smile adores Spencer’s lips.
“That’s the same thing I said about her when we first met in this room.” His heart flutters every time he enters the room and he now gets the phrase ‘every man’s hell is another man’s heaven’. It’s something you would say to annoy him, but he now agrees with it. Despite his thoughts about handshakes, Spencer grabs Stiles hand in a firm grip. The younger man is shocked by the strength in Spencer’s hand, slightly crushing his own as it prevents him from escaping. Spencer’s tall, skinny form made Stiles feel smaller seeing the coldness in Spencer’s hazels. “It’s nice to meet you Stiles, but if you ever call my wife a bitch again. Your remains will never be found despite having the protection of the FBI.”
Stiles learned that you weren’t the only intimidating person in the building because you might be Cerberus, but your husband was Hades himself.
