#[GLASS SHATTERING] [SIRENS BLARING] | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

ichangedmycornyahhname · 11 months

Text

Earth 42!Miles x Reader

The buzzing of the drill was soon drowned out by the shattering glass.

Summary: After a talk with Miles, reader finds herself at the nail salon. She was treating herself, just as he had requested. But that self care day soon turns into much more. Part 1. Here

Warnings: A little angst? Violence | Cursing | Some spice I suppose. | I’m gonna warn y’all now, I do not speak Spanish fluently at all, so if anything is wrong grammatically please correct me. | I’m actually thinking of making this into a mini series? Maybe a part. 3 after this. Also! Open to some title ideas.

Miles kept his promise. He sent her money to get her nails done. Which is why now she sat in her usual salon, her friend Roxanne drilling at her nails. The salon was hidden deep within the city, a little hole in the wall. With New York in shambles, people had to find some sort of way to feel normal. “What design are we doing this time Y/N? Freestyle again?” Y/N shook her head at her pink haired friend, causing her Roxy to smirk. “Oh, I see. What’s the idea then?”

“Was thinking of doing purple and black. Maybe a little green.” Those were Miles signature colors. His prowler costume consisted of different shades of purple and black, and she was sure her friend could come up with something good. “Hm, that’s new. Alright whatever you say.” Roxy gave a fond smile before getting to work. As she did so, Y/N found herself pondering on what to do after getting her nails done. Maybe go get some food, check on a few friends, avoid the crooks on every street. Possibly invite Miles over for a late night rendezvous. She sighed at the thought. She was completely smitten with the guy.

As time went by, and Roxy made quick progress, a low rumble began to stir beneath their feet. Followed by the loud roar of an engine. She traded a look with Roxy, who had a brow raised in suspicion. “You feel that too?” She questioned as the drill buzzed just above Y/Ns nail. “Yeah, what the hell is that?” She replied to the woman with dyed hair. It wasn’t just the two who noticed. Most people within the nail salon glanced around, concerned and confused by the sudden rumbling. The same rumbling that suddenly stopped. “Maybe it’s construction.” Roxy chimed, doing her best to stay optimistic. Then she got right back to work. The drill buzzed, shaving down the black base of the nail. “What’s got you so preppy? You still with that guy?” Y/N flushed at the question, her gaze averting from Roxy’s. “Yeah, we’re still together. He’s a really good guy, just really busy.” She fawned. “That’s good, glad you’re doing well girl. Was getting worried about you after the whole..” Roxy’s voice trailed off, and Y/N took this as a chance to cut in, “I’m fine Rox, he makes me feel happy. I promise.” She gave her a look of confirmation and Roxanne only nodded.

The atmosphere of the salon was pleasant, relaxing. She found herself spacing out, her eyes focusing in on nothing too important while she lightly bopped her head to the music playing in the background. Then the rumbling returned, and much louder this time around. It sounded close, too close for comfort. Following the noise, her eyes landed on an incoming cop car. She could barely make out the sparking metal of the rim where the missing tire was before the car skidded onto the it’s side and tumbled into the big front window of the salon. The crashing of glass filled the shop, along with the blaring siren and tumbling debris. Y/N ducked down at the sight of the crash, pulling Roxy along with her as the broken down car came to a slow stop in the middle of the salon.

Amidst the carnage, she could faintly make out the crumpled figure of a cop within the drivers seat. She had no clue who the guy was. In fact, she had no clue what was even going on. All she knew was the salon was in utter ruins, and the car was spilling oil into a large puddle beneath it. She felt overwhelmed by the sight. By the sirens ringing in her ears, by the smoke rising from the cars engine. “Holy fuck..Rox we gotta get out of here!” She half whispered half shouted. Her hand found Roxy’s, giving it a light tug as she led the shell shocked woman to the wide opening left by the car. “Hurry up girl..! I’m not trying to die here..” She almost hissed. As they made their way past the wrecked car, the smoke from the debris and vehicle flooded their lungs. Roxy began to cough, heavy and intense. This would’ve caught her attention if the incoming villain didn’t. He was large, bulky, and clad in dark angular armor. His aura oozed superiority, while his hardly visible eyes were stuck on the cop unconscious in the car. It would seem the armored man had a target. With this new found knowledge (assumption), she made haste towards the exit, somehow managing to slither out without catching the attention of the man in armor. “Rox..we gotta get out of here man. Before that big dude spots us..” She muttered as they hid behind large pieces of debris. Her eyes took a glance over the fallen pieces of building, the sight of the man approaching the car bringing a sort of relief to her. “What are you talking about Y/N? We can’t leave that cop in there. That guy will kill him..!” Y/Ns jaw slacked, shocked by her friends desire to rush into danger. “The hell are you talking about? We’ll be squashed like bugs if we go in there..” She found Roxy’s arm, and have it a harsh squeeze as she tried to get the woman to stay back. Though it would seem to be pointless. Roxy was already slipping away and sneaking her way back into the building.

Y/Ns hands found her hair. Her fingers tugged at the root as she watched frantically as her friend entered the building once more. “What the hell am I supposed to do. I can’t fight that dude he’s fucking huge..and I’ll be caught if I-“ She paused mid sentence as she came to a realization. And soon she was dialing Miles’ number, hoping that the fool would answer his phone.

“Please pick up..please..fuck.” Click, “Yeah, what’s up ma?”

“Oh thank fuck-“ A breath of relief left her now chapped lips, she had never been so thankful to hear his voice. “Miles, baby, you need to come quick!.. I was getting my nails done and then a cop car bursted through the damn window..now some big armor dude is about to kill him and my friend is trying to be a hero tryna save him..” Her words were quick, breathy, and frantic. And Miles immediately took notice of this. “Im..im at my usual place. Need you to hurry.” She whispered into the phone as she attempted to peek over to the scene that was unfolding.

“I’m on my way now.” Was all she received from her boyfriend. She wanted to respond, truly. But her tongue was tied, and her friend was about to be fighting for her life. Roxy had managed to get the cop out of the car, now dragging him out as quickly as she could, slippery streams of oil leaving a trail behind. “Cmon Rox..” She had long forgotten about her phone, and found herself at a crossroads. Should she help, be the good person she was raised to be? Or should she sit there and do nothing? She gulped, her hand visibly shaking around her phone as she mentally began to hype herself up. She had no clue what the rhino was doing this in the middle of the day, or any clue why he was only after the cop. But what she did know was that her friend was in danger. “Y/N? What’re you about to do?” She heard from the other side of the line. However, she didn’t reply. Instead she rushed over, still crouched down behind rubble as she made her way inside. “Rox! Rox..cmon grab his heavy ass and let’s get the hell out of here.” She cursed out as she found the man’s arm and tugged him away from the car, he was much more heavy than she had anticipated. “Thank you Y/N.” Roxy replied before tugging at the cops other arm. They worked to pull him out as quickly as possible, but the rhino took notice of this. His hard glare turned deadly, and he visibly uttered something inaudible to the panicking woman. “Hurry! Hurry!”

He growled, his head lowering as he changed positions. At first, she wasn’t sure what he was doing, and then she realized. He was charging, at them.

She dropped the cops arm and attempted to pull Roxanne off of the cop, her movements quick and frantic. And she almost budged, but it would seem as though shock had gotten to her, her grip unbreakable. “Roxy cmon!” She screamed, shrill with panic. They were going to die. They were going to die in a broke down nail salon because her friend wanted to save a cop. Y/Ns eyes slammed shut as she waited for the inevitable. Her breath caught in her throat at the incoming impact, but it never came. Instead the crash of another vehicle caused her ears to ring, followed by large hands shaking her out of her fear. “Hey. Hey you okay? Talk to me!” Her eyes shot open, her hands coming up to wrap around the figures wrists. “M- Mil- prowler.” She was absolutely relieved to see him, to hear that robotic filter on his voice as she stared at his mask. “I’m..okay..where’s uhm.” She took a moment, swallowing as she gathered herself. Her heart was still pounding in her chest, and her body was shaking with unease. She swallowed, spit wetting her dry mouth. Quickly she collected herself. “Roxy, where’s Roxy? And that cop?”

“They’re fine, but we gotta go before that dude wakes up. Cmon.” He said as he turned around and pulled her onto his back. She didn’t bother arguing, she didn’t have the energy. Somehow, Miles managed to drag all three of them out of the crash sight and far enough out of harms way. It was a dingy alley way, trash and other none-sense tossed around. Y/N was still resting on his back, her cheek pressed against his shoulder as her arms wrapped around his neck. “Thought I was gonna die back there.” She uttered the words, but he heard them loud and clear. “Nah, I would never let that happen. You know that mami. I called the cops for your friend and that man. You’re coming home with me.” He wasn’t asking, he was telling, and she was perfectly fine with that.

Miles slipped into his apartment through the window, and trudged inside. He tossed his metal gauntlet onto the floor, his hands free to lay her onto his bed. The plush mattress underneath her body managing to relax her muscles. Miles didn’t join her in bed immediately. Instead he was packing his suit up along with his gauntlets, before stepping back over. Now in a simple black tank top and sweats. His gaze was soft, solemn even. His hand found a strand of her hair, fiddling with it as he watched her cautiously. “Wanna go clean up? I can start a bath or shower for you..” He asked as he took a seat on the bed beside her.

“Yeah, all this damn dust and sweat is gonna make me look a hot mess.” He gave a small chuckle at her joke, though he wasn’t all to amused by the entire situation. He figured it was best to get her comfortable before talking about anything. “Ight. Cmon then ma.” His hands went under her body, picking her up princess style and bringing her over to the bathroom. “I’ll bring you a towel and wash cloth, just gimme a sec.” He gently set her down, his hand lingering on her arm before he left only to briefly return.

“I left some clothes for you on the counter.” He mentioned before placing a kiss upon her forehead and departing from the restroom. She smiled, thankful for his presence. And soon she hopped in the shower. It was relaxing, the hot water pattering gently across her skin. The feeling of cleanliness as she washed the remainders of the day away.

Eventually, she was hopping out of the shower and putting the clothes he had given her on. It wasn’t anything special. Just a pair of his shorts and a shirt, but it felt special to her. Y/N made her way through Miles (Rio’s) apartment, finding her way into the kitchen to snatch up a few snacks. Thankfully Mrs. Morales was fast asleep in her room, so she went without questioning. Y/N made her way back to Miles’ room, entering and shutting the door behind her. His room was mature, calm colors, basic necessities. The usual stuff. Plus his punching bag that she played with on the occasion. From the windows opening, she could see the moons light shining through. She was a bit surprised to see how dark it had gotten. But, she had no issue with it. Not when she was still alive. She gave Miles a faint smile, “Don’t think I’ve ever been so thankful for a shower.” She chimed jokingly as she set the snacks down onto the bedside table. Then she plopped back down on his bed and wrapped herself up in his blanket. Miles was currently standing in front of his closet, fiddling with a glove from his suit as though he was contemplating something. This caught her attention. Sitting up, she sighed. “So, how exactly did you beat that guy?” She inquired, which caused his eyes to meet hers.

“Threw my motorcycle at him. Knocked him down long enough to get you out.” He said before tossing his glove onto his desk chair and making his way over to the bed. Her jaw was wide at his explanation, surprised at his confession. “Your motorcycle? Are you serious babe? That’s fucking crazy.” He only smirked as his hands intruded the blanket and his arms wrapped firmly around her torso. “I’ll just make another one with Unc.” His weight caused her to fall back on his bed, her head now snug in his pillow. His arms felt comforting around her as his head rested on her chest, his soft breaths managing to calm her down. Her hands found his hair, now fiddling with the ends of his braids. Sure, it wasn’t her first time seeing them, but she certainly thought the style suited him well. “I like them, they’re cute.” She said, which caused him to shift and rest his chin on her chest. He had a satisfied look on his face, one only a victor would wear.

“Knew you did. Mom thought they made me look weird, but eh, I think I like them.”

“Good, they suit you.” She nodded in agreement. They sat in silence for a moment, watching each other with gentle eyes. Her hands scratched lightly at his scalp, managing to make his eyes shut. It would seem that the only time Miles could truly allow himself to feel vulnerable, was around her. After a few minutes of pleasant silence, Miles spoke again, his tone much more serious. “Me dejaste preocupado mami..” He muttered, his words muffled as he burried his face back into her chest. This made her heart ache, her brows knitting with concern. “Mi vida, I’m okay now. You saved me..and my friend. Thank you.” He shook his head. “Next time you run. Call me, I’ll help your little friends. For now though, you’re my main priority.” He proclaimed before sitting up from her chest and leaning up to kiss her lips. “I’m serious Y/N. You run.” He spoke against her lips.

“Okay..” She mumbled, her eyes shut and her hands resting on his jaw. Her lips grazed his, the distance growing tantalizingly close. And finally he pressed back into her, lips meshing into hers as his hands traversed her sides. “So glad you’re okay..” He said in a hushed manner as he poured his love into every movement. His kisses slowly began to lower, finding her neck, then her collar bone, and- she hissed. Wincing beneath him, her body tensed and he froze. His hard stare lingered on her, awaiting a sign to stop or continue. “Sorry, think I got a bruise or something. You can keep going Miles.” He didn’t. Not there.

His hands found her legs, now pulling her thighs apart just enough to get closer to her. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, the anticipation of what’s to happen making her giddy with excitement. “Relajate, Y/N. You’re tired and need to rest.” He said as he shifted them around, the two of them now lying on their sides wrapped in one another’s arms. This caused her to sigh, a frown on her face as she glared up at him. “Don’t look at me like that. You just went through a lot, don’t want you hurting yourself more.” He said as he tugged the blanket over their forms.

“Next time don’t start it if you’re not gonna finish it Miles.” She scoffed before scooting into his chest, his familiar scent drawing a small grin from her. “Who said I wouldn’t finish it mami? Just letting you get better first.” She could feel him smirk against her head as he rested his face against the crown of it. His words were enough to silence her, along with the sudden depletion of adrenaline. The two snuggled together, the soft blankets paired with the warmth of one another was enough to make them dreary. “Fine..Goodnight, love you Miles.”

“Te amo ma.”

Taglist? - @willowcxmilee @rinouko @chims-kookies @bbybubbles @supremeshrimpy2 @marice23top @korizzybee @otaku-degenarate @movie-enthusiast22 @corpsebridenightamare @thoughtfulbelieverstrawberry @marsbars09 @dystop4in14nd @ethanlandrysgf69 @mmxinne @brxght-world @rinisfruity14 @repostingmyfavs @sammarvel123 @idkwhatimdoingherehonestlyy @frissy @d4ridi0rsworld @julie03 @sakura-onesan @oh-kurva (Yall I’m never making a taglist again 🙁 props to y’all who do bc this is too much work.)

#x reader #spider man x reader #spider man across the spiderverse spoilers #spider man across the spider verse #prowler #miles morales prowler #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 #fluff

3K notes · View notes

fandomxpreferences · 1 year

Text

You’re All I Care About

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x female!reader

Summary: Bradleys world is almost flipped upside down when he receives a terrifying call from you. (Based off this post)

TW: car accident, angst, mentions of blood, swearing, fluff

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I’m not really pleased with how this turned out but I also don't have the motivation to rewrite it so blah

You blink your eyes a few times trying to take in your surroundings. The first thing you register is the blaring horn and the smell of blood. You know that you've just been T-boned but you don't know how bad it is. The other car must have run because you're alone in the middle of the four-way stop. You're not on a popular road so there are no other cars around to help.

The first thing you think to do is call Bradley. You know he'll get here faster than any first responders. Your heart drops when you realize that you're in his bronco. Your car was in the shop having some work done, so he had insisted you drive it. You don't stay stuck on the thought for long, digging for your phone.

The impact had spun the truck around and everything went flying. You spot your cell on the passenger side floorboard and reach to grab it. It takes you a minute to get your hands on it, having to be mindful of the shattered glass covering the car. Once it's in your hands, you press Bradley's contact and lean back with your eyes closed.

Bradley's at your shared home laughing with Jake and Nat when his phone rings. He smiles when he sees your contact photo and answers, pressing the phone to his ear. His face drops when he hears a car horn blasting and you don't greet him. The two pilots notice his change in demeanor and sit up with concern written on their features.

"Y/N?" He tries and his heart plummets when you don't respond. He tries again, this time louder and you finally answer. "Bradley," you breathe and he stands up when he hears the tears and panic in your voice. "I'm sorry about your Bronco."

His eyes widen when he realizes the horn is coming from his truck. "Baby where are you?" He's already grabbing Jake's keys and sprinting out the door. Jake and Nat are hot on his tail, not bothering to ask any questions. Bradley's reaction is all they need to know. You give him your location and he stays on the phone with you.

"I'm only a couple minutes away, baby. Are you hurt?" His stomach twists in anticipation of your answer. Your head hurts but you're not in any severe pain. "I don't think so. My head hurts, but that's it." You tell him and he breathes a little easier.

"Okay, honey. Are the paramedics there yet?" He doesn't hear any sirens and wonders how long ago this happened. He's going 80 in a 55 and it won't take him much longer to get to you. You chuckle to yourself as you answer. "No, you're the first person I called."

Bradley's eyebrows furrow and he turns to Jake. "Call an ambulance." His friend looks at him baffled for a second. "Now." His voice is more urgent this time and Jake pulls out his phone to call 911.

The truck skids to a stop as they pull up to the accident. Phoenix gasps and covers her mouth and Jake is in complete disbelief. He's still on the phone with the operator and he tells them to hurry. Bradley feels like he's going to throw up as he bolts out of the truck, barely putting it in park.

His bronco is completely crushed in on the driver's side and glass is littered across the road. All of the airbags are deployed and he falters when he sees blood.

He hasn't even seen you yet, but if the condition of his truck is any indication, it isn't good. He makes it to you and he runs his hands through his hair in a panic, unsure of what to do. All of his military training has flown out the window.

He’s brought back when he sees Jake try to wrench the door open. He helps him pull a couple of times but it's pinned shut. "Hey, flyboy." He hears your sweet voice and forces himself to look at you.

He feels a lump form in his throat and he reaches toward your head. You have blood dripping down the side of your face, but other than that you don't look too beat up.

There are definitely some cuts from the glass and probably bruises from the seatbelt locking up, but it could be worse. He knows your head is the most concerning injury. The way you're bleeding there's no way you didn't hit it, but you seem aware of your surroundings and have your usual teasing tone.

Bradley runs around to the passenger side and opens the door. He climbs in ignoring the shards digging into him and leans over to check your pulse. He can hear the sirens approaching and calms down just enough to talk. "Hey, baby. We're gonna get you out of here but I need you to try and keep your head still until they can check you out okay?"

You hum in acknowledgment just as the ambulance and police cars arrive at the scene. Bradley is pulled back by Jake as the paramedics start asking questions and working on you. He pulls against the restraint and Nat finally gets out of the truck and rushes over. She stands in from of him and places a gentle hand on his arm. "Let them work, Bradley."

He stops fighting and deflates into the man behind him. He feels the adrenaline start to fade and hot tears prick at his eyes. He scrubs his hands over his face trying to compose himself as a paramedic walks up to him.

"She's stable, but were transporting her to the hospital to check for head trauma and internal injuries. Do one of you want to ride in the back with her?" Bradley immediately steps forward and the paramedic nods, leading him to the ambulance.

He climbs in and takes your hand. You look significantly better with a bandage on your head and a woman is working on disinfecting your cuts. You look over at him the best you can with the neck brace and within seconds tears are rolling off your face. He leans forward and kisses your forehead. "It's okay, baby. You're okay."

You look up at him and his heart shatters at the fear in your eyes. "I'm so sorry about the bronco, Bradley. I promise I'll pay for whatever damage if it can even be fixed." He shakes his head in disbelief and grasps both of your hands In his.

'Listen to me. I don't give two fucks about that right now. All I care about is you being okay. I'll deal with all that later." You blink and another tear cascades down your cheek. "But it means so much to you."

Bradley closes his eyes and a tear slips out. He leans down to rest his head on top of your interlocked hands and takes a shaky breath. "Nothing in this world means more to me than you. A car can be replaced, you can't. Sure I'm devastated, but not nearly as devastated as I would be if something had happened to you."

Truthfully Bradley doesn't know if he could ever get behind the wheel of his bronco again, even if it is salvageable. Anytime he goes to drive it, he'll only be able to picture you stuck behind the wheel covered in blood and glass.

It's silent for a few minutes and before you know it, you're being admitted to the hospital. Jake and Nat arrive with the ambulance and join Bradley in the waiting room. The staff whisks you away immediately to do some scans and all they can do is wait.

After what seemed like days but in reality, was only an hour and a half, a doctor comes out and calls your name. The three of them shoot up and race forward. "How is she?" The doctor glances at the chart to confirm and then looks back up at your boyfriend.

"She's just fine. She has a cut on her head that required a few stitches and some scrapes and bruises, but nothing severe. All of her scans came back clear. She does have a mild concussion, the nurse will explain how to proceed with that."

Bradley feels a rush of relief followed by a sob clawing up his throat. He didn't realize just how terrified he was. He runs a hand down his face and nods. "Thank you. Can I see her?" The man nods and tells him a room number before walking away.

Bradley all but sprints to your room and almost collapses when he can see that you're really okay with his own two eyes. You're sitting up on the side of the bed talking to a nurse when your eyes land on him. You give him a bright smile and he feels his heart flutter. Even in blood-stained clothes, you manage to steal his breath.

He lurches forward and hugs you before pulling back and giving you a gentle yet desperate kiss. It's filled with all of the emotion he's been reeling in since you called him and you taste salty wetness. You pull back and reach up to wipe his tears before kissing the corners of his eyes.

"Everything is okay. I'm okay. They're finishing up the paperwork and then you can take me home." Bradley doesn't say anything, he just nods in understanding.

An hour later, you're in Jake's truck on the way home. Bradley sits in the backseat with you, absentmindedly rubbing circles on your inner thigh. Once you're home he helps you inside, and you both wave goodbye to Jake and Nat.

You make your way over to the couch and plop down with a sigh. "Can we cuddle and watch movies?" You ask with a small pout and Bradley leans down to kiss your head.

"Of course. Let me go pop some popcorn while you find something to put on." You nod and smile. "We both know we're watching Legally Blonde, babe." The pilot laughs and shakes his head, trying to pretend he doesn't love that movie as much as you do. "You and your chick flicks."

An hour later, you're curled up in his arms snoring softly. He looks down at you and takes in your features. He commits your face to memory, noting how peaceful you look. He doesn't bother disturbing you, instead laying his head back and closing his eyes as well. Today scared the shit out of him, but as long as you're here in his arms he knows you're safe and sound.

Taglist:

@drakelover78

#bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw x reader #Bradley Bradshaw topgun #bradley bradshaw angst #rooster #rooster top gun #rooster x reader #rooster imagine #rooster angst

3K notes · View notes

sproldenlover · 5 months

Text

[HORNS BLARING] [SIRENS EVERYWHERE] [CARS CRASHING] [FIRE ALARMS] [GLASS SHATTERING] OH MY GOD [DISTANT EXPLOSION] FUCK [GUNSHOTS] [CAR SCREECHING] [CRASHING] [FIRE ERUPTS] [EXPLOSION] MY LEG… [POLICE SIRENS] [BABY WAILING]

#michael holden #tori spring #heartstopper #alice oseman

82 notes · View notes

iknowsescapingjourneys · 11 months

Photo

(A/N: I have literally never written a fan fiction in my life so this is going to be an adventure. I have an eighteen chapter series planned for this if things go well. I am a white girl that grew up in the middle of nowhere, USA, so if I get any British slang wrong or accidentally mess up something when it comes to his culture, please correct me! I am completely open to concrit.

Other than that, there’s not many triggers in this chapter. Kinda new to Tumblr, I was an embarrassing teenager the last time, pls don’t look at my posts, so I don’t know what needs to be tagged. There’s some fighting, but nothing graphic or gory. Mentions of theft. That’s about it. I am going off of the interview with the directors that say that he is an adult, and there will be smut in later chapters.

Please let me know what you think! I will also do requests for one-shots if anyone has anything in particular they’d like to see.)

Reckless Driving

Hobie Brown x Fem! Reader

Chapter 1

The crunch of glass beneath the PVC of Doc Martins seems to become an increasingly familiar sound. The stretch and curl of fingers in her gloves causes the sound of metal claws scraping together to echo through the showroom of the commercial jewelry store, barely audible as an alarm blares heavily above her head. The night vision equipped in her helmet makes it easy to see the glass case she’s peering down at, and with a slam of a gloved, clawed fist, the barrier shatters into a hundred sharp, sparkling pieces that fall to the floor and the display below. Claws curl easily around necklaces and rings, dropping them into the cargo pockets of her pants.

She knows how long it takes the police to show up, and she knows that she has three minutes left, if she’s lucky. She’s been here longer than she usually prefers to be, having had a difficult time busting the first display open. The police scanner in her ear chatters away, reports of her misconduct and theft a hot topic. She scoots to her left, repeating her earlier process, and zipping up the pocket when it feels heavy against her thigh.

She turns on her heel to dash to the employee exit in the back, but finds herself colliding with something, a mix of blue and red and black. She stumbles back, eyes widening beneath her masked helmet. Her first instinct is Spiderman, who she is more than well acquainted with, and not in any way that could be deemed positive. Her fist flies through the air without thought, stopped short when it’s grabbed mid trajectory and used to push her back into the broken display case. Her back arches to avoid sharp shrapnel, and she kicks a leg up, outsole colliding with a denim clad knee.

Denim? She pauses her onslaught long enough to get a good look at who exactly has wandered into her crime scene. An eyebrow raises beneath the LEDs of her helmet as she takes him in. This, this was not Spiderman. What looked to be heavy liner circled the mask’s eyes, dripping down below the eye holes. The suit was covered in spikes, both built into it and adorned with bracelets, and belts, and even protruding from the leather jacket that hung loosely on his frame. A guitar was strapped across his back, strings messily sprouting from string trees.

She was pulled from her analysis when a heavy boot made contact with her chest, sending her flying back into the cash register of the jewelry store. She could hear sirens approaching over the sound of the alarm screaming, and she knew flashing lights were only moments away. Her eyes flickered back up to the man encroaching on her space like a predator stalking its prey.

“Man, look at the time,” She spouts, notes of sarcasm and nervousness sprinkled throughout her otherwise surprisingly even tone. “Guess I should probably head out.” She continues, throwing her upper body to the side to avoid another well aimed kick. This time she notices the yellow and blue of ladder laced cords.

“Blue laces, huh? Seems like an odd color for someone working with the cops.” She taunts, managing to pull herself over the counter of the cash register, shoving open the door to the back room with her own boot as she backs herself up.

The man seems to pause for a moment, running his eyes over her figure with a look of confused conflict. “Y’know lace code?” He asks, and she can’t help the laugh that bubbles from her throat.

His accent is thick, and it’s immediately apparent to her that he is not from around here, though New York was known to have a melting pot of people. His voice is deep, but not intimidatingly so, and she finds she actually quite likes it, even from the small sampling she’s heard so far. Her eyes glance down to her own laces, strung up in a similar fashion. One side yellow, the other side purple.

“I might,” She finally answers with a grin, knowing that the duration between the question and her answer was probably long enough that he knows she was taken aback by his accent.

She turns the lock to the back exit with clawed fingers, being as delicate and quiet as possible as she continues to attempt to distract him long enough to get herself out the door.

The heel of her palm presses against the metal lever of the doorknob, her eyes locking on a shelving unit just a leg’s distance away.

“I like the pin,” She mentions, gesturing with her head towards the large A of the anarchy symbol adorned on his jacket. When he glances down in an effort to see which one her eyes have locked on, she kicks her leg out, sending the shelf crashing between them, creating a makeshift barrier.

She knows if he’s anything like the Spiderman she’s used to, he’ll make quick work of throwing it to the side, but it’s a divider long enough for her to slam her hand down and barrel out of the metal door keeping her from her motorcycle.

The pads of her non-gloved fingers press down hard on a button strapped to her thigh and the bike roars to life in a brilliant light show, greens and purples illuminating the dark alley. She throws a leg over the seat, straddling across the leather as her foot slams into the gas, lurching forward as the metal door flies open again to reveal the lanky frame of the man she’d fought with moments prior.

By that point though, she was practically a bat out of hell, motorcycle weaving through alleys so fast that she wasn’t much more than a blur. To be fair, she’s well aware that he could probably catch up to her if he wanted to, using the webs to leap from building to building. Track her down, wrap her up, deliver her to the police.

For some reason, it doesn’t surprise her when he doesn’t.

______________________________

He couldn’t be arsed to chase after you, if he was being honest. First of all, this was a chain, and the markups on the shit they sold was enough to make his anarchist blood boil. Combined with the fact that the cops were out to get her, (and he would rather die than be seen working in collaboration with pigs), it seemed less than important to go swinging through a city he wasn’t entirely familiar with to repossess some cliché engagement rings and some overly gaudy necklaces.

So he knew it wasn’t guilt about letting her get away that rattled around in his head a day later. That conclusion lead him to where he was now: staring down at his boots as they moved him through the night, barely cognizant of what was going on around him as he shifted through thoughts that seemed to pop up faster than he could shoo them away, akin to pop-ups on a shady website.

His tongue ran back and forth over the metal of his lip ring, feeling the shift of piercing to flesh with each passing movement. A stem he often found himself utilizing when he was overwhelmed with his own mind.

He’s only pulled from his thoughts when a familiar sound erupts through the silent air from across the park he’s meandering through. His head snaps in the direction of the noise, pierced brows furrowing slightly. The rumble of a bass guitar, clearly played by someone with experienced fingers, because the tune sounded incredible.

Through the light foliage, definitely planted by a city council in order to make the area look more ‘organic’, he was just capable of making out a feminine frame propped on the black plastic playground border. He couldn’t say he recognized the song, but it definitely had an edge to it. A bite. He liked it.

She didn’t seem to notice him as he made his way over, eyes locked on the way her fingers caressed four thick strings, and the way they reverberated as she pulled away from each one, the timbre of each note filling the air.

“A little late to be putting on a show, innit?”

He can’t choke back the laugh that climbs from his chest when her head swings up to make eye contact with him, her fingers stuttering on strings that release a roar upon her mis-strum. He makes note of the way her eyes widen, akin to a deer stuck in the headlights of a car. Clearly she wasn’t used to people stumbling upon her little solo jams.

“Not much of a show.”

The woman in front of him mumbles, her eyes downcast once again in embarrassment, though he was just capable of making out the dusting of blush that adorned the apples of her cheeks. He settled himself on the plastic divider next to her, brushing off a piece of mulch that threatened to fall to the grass outside of its designated area.

“Not sure about that, princess. Can’t say I wasn’t enjoying it.”

He watches her blink a few times, face twisting in confusion a little as she glances up at him. He takes the chance to let his eyes wander the details of her complexion: the little laugh lines on the corners of her lips and nose, the way her eyes shimmer in the dim light of the lamp post, the gloss applied to her lips.

“Princess?”

She asks, and he realizes that she thinks he’s some prat trying to harass her in the middle of the night. He gives an apologetic smile, his lip ring reflecting the lighting and enunciating the gesture.

“Seems like I’m about to make a total cock-up of this whole situation.”

He laughs, rubbing the back of his hand against his forehead, warm flesh brushing cold metal bumps of thick metal captive beads.

“Promise I’m not tryna chat you up. It’s just a ‘abit.”

He watches her frame deflate from the bristled posture it held moments prior, and he relaxes slightly as well, leaning back as palms dig into rough wood shavings. His eyes wander her before he gets to her shirt and the back of his large, ringed hand hits her shoulder.

“You like R&B?”

He asks, fingers gripping on the hem of the black material and pulling it slightly to flatten the material so he can get a better look at it. Her lips twitch in discomfort for a moment, an action he doesn’t miss, and he pulls his hands away, not embarrassed but feeling a little bad for what definitely seemed like harassing this girl now.

“Erykah Badu is the background track to just about every trip I’ve been on.”

She says softly after an extended silence, and the little grin that climbs the corner of her lips is not lost on him. Maybe she wasn’t completely under the impression he’d lost the plot. He pulls his phone from his pocket, glancing at the time.

Then he glances at it again, eyes widening. How had he managed to fuck around until two in the morning? If people weren’t pissed because they were looking for him, they’d be pissed the next morning when he couldn’t drag his arse out of bed.

He was honestly a little disheartened by the fact that he’d managed to absolutely flounder the entire conversation, just to pick himself up right as he had to leave.

“Really should get going. I’m absolutely gutted I couldn’t ‘ear you play more of that bass.”

He says with a grin, long legs pulling to a stand as he tried to remember what direction he’d come from and how to get back. His spidey-senses tingle right before his hand wraps around his wrist, and he yanks it away at the last second out of instinct. She seems dissuaded by the rejection, and he does his best to soothe the burn with a grin.

“Sorry, doll. Just not used to being touched.”

He apologizes, raising horizontally pierced brows as an invitation for her to speak her mind. It’s the least he could do for harassing her and then fucking off right as they started to actually have a conversation.

“Do you think I could have your number?”

He’s no stranger to being hit on. He’s no stranger to being the one to hit on others, either. And he can’t deny that she’s a very beautiful woman. Still, he knows better. This isn’t his universe, and he’s not here to make friends, and especially not here to shag around whatever version of New York this was.

“I’m flattered, really. Can’t say I think that’s the brightest idea though. I could be mad, y’know?”

The woman’s shoulders drop slightly at being pied off, and he reaches out to set a hand on the pewter gray of the shoulder of her shirt.

“Don’t take it personal though, princess. I’ve just got a lot on my shoulders at the moment.”

He reassures, letting his hand drop back down to his side and turning on his heel before he stared at her too long and changed his mind. The last thing he needed to do was find himself attached to a civilian, especially one that he’d have to dimension hop for. The cons far outweighed the pros.

Hobie Brown was a rebel, but he wasn’t daft.

#hobie brown #hobie x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x reader #spider punk #spider punk x reader #hobie brown x fem!reader

51 notes · View notes

ayoedebiris · 5 months

Text

[CAR CRASH] [GLASS SHATTERING] ‘GOOD LORD!’ [GENERAL COMMOTION] [BABY CRYING] ‘WAAAAH WAAAAH’ [YELLING] [POLICE SIRENS] WEEWOO WEEWOO [HELICOPTERS] ‘WE’RE REPORTING LIVE-‘ [EXPLOSION] ‘MY LEG... MY LEG...’[HORNS BLARING] [SIRENS EVERYWHERE] [CARS CRASHING] [FIRE ALARMS]

15 notes · View notes

invisibleraven · 29 days

Note

You can't run away this time, rulie, bonus points if julie is running

Reggie arrived on the scene as the alarms blared, but given the officers prowling around, he was too late to stop whoever decided the diamonds were prime for the plucking.

"Any leads?" he asked the cop holding court over the scene.

"Siren for sure, given the busted glass and blown cameras," the man replied. "Probably not far, you know how she likes to gloat."

Reggie nodded, and blinked away, scouring the rooftops nearby. The officer was right, Siren liked to watch the aftermaths of her crimes, often taunting the cops from far enough away that they could never catch her.

Reggie had tangled with her more than once, his ability to teleport making it easy to keep up. But there was also a history there, meaning that while he usually managed to return what she stole, he never seemed to bring her to justice.

It was a black mark on his a career as a superhero that he gladly bore.

However, the mayor was getting tetchy, and his fellow capes were starting to put the pieces together. There was grumbling that maybe he was playing both sides-an accusation he could have floating around.

Ever since he was a kid, Reggie had wanted to be a hero-keeping his powers a secret, but using them for good whenever he could. Training with an old retired cape until he came on the scene as Blink.

Now there were people who looked up to him, relied on him. Believed in him. And no matter how he felt, he couldn't let them down.

He found Sired in a nearby rooftop greenhouse, gently serenading the plants, a soft smile on her face as she caressed the leaves of a plant. "Was wondering when you would show." She didn't even look at him as she spoke, the musical quality never really leaving her voice.

"You can't run away this time Siren," he stated, hands on his hips as he watched her saunter out of the greenhouse.

"Who said I was running?" she asked with a smirk, flinging a strand of her curly brown hair off her shoulder. "You know how I love the thrill of the chase, be no fun to at least set the terms first."

"I can't let you go. Not this time."

She gave a smug little laugh at that, coming closer, hungry eyes on him. "Well you never could."

"I'm being serious Julie!" Reggie stated, taking a hold of her arm. Seeing the startled expression on her face, even with the mask obscuring half of it. "I need to bring you in-no clever escapes this time."

They knew each other's identities of course-part of their sordid history that always seemed to linger and ensnare them. Like there was no escaping each other, a fact that neither of them would admit or give in to. Like a pair of magnets, they kept getting drawn back in.

"I won't go down your straight and narrow path Reggie," she said, looking at him with a hint of malice. "There's no life for me there. And what one exists is unfair-you know that better than most."

"I do," he admitted, sagging a little. "But that's why I do this-to give people hope that we can make it better. They can be better."

"Sweet sentiment," Julie replied. "But naive."

"I have to try," Reggie said, quiet and soft. "You wanted to do the same once upon a time. Change the world, make it a better place."

"I do," she insisted. "It's not like I steal things to live in the lap of luxury. The profits go towards causes and people who actually improve things-real change, not empty platitudes. You'd know that if you took the superhero goggles off once and a while."

"There are legal ways you could help them."

"Not as fun," Julie replied, tossing her hair once more. "I can't let you catch me, you know that right?"

"Just like you know I have to bring you in," he countered.

"Not this time cariño," she said apologetically, then let forth her siren scream.

Reggie's hands automatically went to cover his ears-Julie's scream could shatter glass, concrete, bones if she wanted it to. So there was no doubt what it would do to his eardrums, especially at this proximity.

Julie grinned as she stopped, pulling him in by the front of his suit to press a fleeting yet fiery kiss to his mouth. 'Until next time' she mouthed, and then dashed off.

Reggie swayed as the ringing in his ears continued, his equilibrium all thrown off. He couldn't blink to another location until the vertigo passed, and Julie knew it. He slid down the wall, waiting for a semblance of normalcy to return.

And right by his hand, on the ground was the bag full of diamonds that Siren had stolen.

Well... most of them anyways. He was sure that Julie's favourite charity would be getting a hefty anonymous donation as soon as she could fence the rest.

He sighed, head resting against the wall, looking at the horizon. "Next time..." And smile despite himself, as those words thrilled and delighted him.

But resolved to get himself a pair of ear plugs before his next skirmish with Siren.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rulie #rulie relajante #julie and the phantoms

6 notes · View notes

ae-to-the-snow · 10 months

Text

No I'm not free from hiatus I'm still busy but HHHRAAAFFF BARK BARK AWOOGNSJSNNS [HORNS BLARING] [SIRENS EVERYWHERE] [CARS CRASHING] [FIRE ALARMS] [GLASS SHATTERING] OH MY GOD [DISTANT EXPLOSION] FUCK [GUNSHOTS] [CAR SCREECHING] [CRASHING] [FIRE ERUPTS] [EXPLOSION] MY LEG… [POLICE SIRENS] [BABY WAILING]

AAAAAAAGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHSGDHHDHSHAAHJDBDBENDNFNNCKRKEKEJNDNXKEKEKDKMFNC

#arknights #arknights stainless

28 notes · View notes

klearilist · 11 months

Text

#tomgreg #tom wambsgans #greg hirsch #succession

34 notes · View notes

vllixxi · 1 year

Text

miracle ☆ bang chan [ 1 ]

❱❱ PAIRING﹕bang chan x reader

❱❱ WORD COUNT﹕ 9k

❱❱ SUMMARY﹕ Once upon a time, mankind were the unquestioned rulers of this world. That was until giant alien structures called Miracles appeared, somehow making gods of old and new reappear in the world. But these Miracles left unimaginable death and destruction in their wake, while some were blessed with the divine power of the gods that returned. Brave heroes rose from the ruins of their destroyed cities to protect the remaining humans. Those granted the power of Gods were named 'Espers.' And with their extraordinary powers, there is still a glimpse of hope. But only so much can be accomplished as the Espers fight amongst themselves, and as the Gods fight above.

( based off the game dislyte )

❱❱ WARNINGS﹕profanity, mentions of death, (not-so) detailed depictions of violence, blood, character death, mentions of alcohol.

❱❱ NOTES﹕ woo boy... this one took me a few months. I'm very excited about working on this though and I'll do my best to stay consistent about it. message me to be added to the tag list for this series, and please consider leaving a review :)

★ chapters ﹒﹒ masterlist

︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶

You had heard the news about the Miracles. Even if you didn't, it was hard to miss the giant otherworldly structure looming over the city of Gyrate. Upon its arrival, it left a giant crater in the center of the town you called home, taking countless lives... including your family. The Miracle had changed your life in multiple ways, yet you still took the risk by going out. You knew you shouldn't have done it considering the lurking danger, but you really needed to get groceries.

Everything was fine for a while. You were reaching the end of your shopping list and decided to try something different.

Strawberry jam?

You reached out, picking up a jar of the aforementioned jam. With a shrug, you put it back and picked up the blueberry jam instead, inspecting it closely.

Suddenly, sirens began to blare throughout the city, the sound alone making you jump and drop the jar.

—Crash! You flinched, stepping backward as the glass shattered and flew all over the floor. Time seemed to stop as the civilians around you scattered, screaming and looking for somewhere to hide as the sirens continued to blare.

You stood still in shock, turning to watch the crowd that ran around aimlessly outside the grocery store. The chaos was enough to cause a stampede and you began to worry for the city's safety as their screams echoed throughout the streets. The employee behind the store's counter ran over to the door, his hand reaching toward the lock.

A high-pitched screeching sound rang out as monsters flew into view and began to attack the citizens outside.

You had heard about the polygonal creatures that came from the Miracles. The Miramon were ruthless and beyond dangerous. If those who were in the center of the city the day the Miracle arrived didn't die on impact, they were finished off by the creatures that came shortly after. You clasped a hand over your mouth in shock and dropped to the floor.

How could they be this far out in the city?

The government swore they had everything under control and the Miramon would be contained inside the Miracle.

Slowly moving to peek out from the side of the aisle you were in, you watched as the people of Gyrate tried to defend themselves and hide. The traumatic sight of hundreds of people fighting for their lives and ultimately dying would never be erased from your mind. You couldn't do anything but watch.

You wish you would’ve turned away and ignored the people who cried out in agony and pain. You wished you put your hands over your ears and accepted your fate.

But you didn’t.

“There’s a kid out there!”

The words struck a chord in your chest as you watched a small girl with pigtails run to the door, frantically banging on it while everyone sat still and did nothing. Completely alone and afraid, the little girl gave up on entering the grocery store and ran towards the middle of the street, screaming "Help!" over and over again. The high-pitched cries of the child combined with the Miramon's screeching made you coil into yourself, internally begging and praying for someone, anyone to stop all the discord.

The girl's cries for help soon turned into screams of terror as a Miramon approached her, its pointy sword-like arm scraping against the asphalt below. As if an unknown force had taken over your body, you lept up from your spot on the floor and unlocked the store's door.

As the other civilians began to yell in protest, you ran into the street aimlessly, lunging toward the girl as the Miramon drew its sword back and moved to strike.

︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ " They're a hero. "

" Hero? I see nothing but a fool."

Someone smacks their lips in frustration.

" Of course, you would say that. "

As you come to consciousness, a blinding white light greets you. You groan in pain, attempting to shield your eyes as the light only grows brighter. Your eyes surprisingly adjust quite quickly, but all you can make out in the white void surrounding you is three figures towering over you.

"Where... am I?" You manage to grumble, sitting up as you gaze up at the blurry people in front of you.

"Hell."

"Hades!" One cries, turning to face the person who last spoke. A deep cackle echoes throughout the void, and the laughter would probably be contagious in any other situation.

"It's best to be blunt here. You died Y/N."

Before you can even spit anything out, you're interrupted by another powerful voice.

"You're not in hell, this is the In-Between. Here, we decide who we want to bless with our powers."

Our powers?

"We are the Gods. Specifically Thor, Heimdall, and Hades."

"What the fuck."

Hades' laughter reverberates throughout the endless void once more as the Gods finally come into view. Heimdall is the first to appear, and what a sight for sore eyes she is. The physical form of the God of Foresight and Surveillance is a tall, pale woman with flowing white hair. Her skin is littered with glowing inscriptions of old nordic language, along with her tethered snow-white robed clothing. Six wings sprout from the goddess' back, glowing lightly with a rainbow-like tint.

Hades follows not too far behind, only slightly taller than the aforementioned goddess. He wears a dark cloak that trails down to his feet, and the edges of the fabric dematerialize like flames in his wake. His skin is dark like coal and his facial features are covered by the skull mask on the upper half of his face. Despite this, you can make out the way his eyes crinkle as he grins at you.

Last but not least, the God of Thunder follows shortly behind Hades. Thor isn't as tall as his colleagues, but he still manages to be just as intimidating as them. The first thing you notice about the god is the giant hammer he carries... and his large orange beard. Other than that, nothing else about the god is noteworthy.

"Y/N, we don't have much time. But in order to save you, one of us has to bestow our powers upon you," Heimdall speaks quietly, crouching directly in front of you to catch your gaze with her piercing white eyes. You blink, utterly confused and baffled by the whole situation, and you begin to regret your previous choices. "We're giving you the privilege of choosing, so choose wisely,"

With Thor's words of advice, you gulp and start to really think about who to choose.

Until another person appears in the void.

All heads turn in the person's direction, who appears with a flash of light and a loud crash.

"Shit," Hades mutters, his eyes immediately darting towards Heimdall who shoots up from her spot in front of you. "Hades, I thought we had more time!" Her stern voice echoes throughout the white void and the newcomer beside you stirs with a groan. "I didn't summon him! This must be Hela's doing." Hades retorts, moving towards the man on the ground. You take a good look at him, watching him breathe peacefully as the Gods around you continue to argue. You can't make much of him out from where you're sitting, but he has a head of curly brown hair, mature facial features, and a giant gaping wound across his chest. Hades kicks his side, immediately waking the man up, who yelps out in pain and shoots up faster than you did previously.

"We don't have time for a complete and gentle explanation, so I'm just gonna give you the run-down. We're Hades, Heimdall, and Thor. To make it here you've made some sort of important sacrifice. In order to continue living in your world you must choose one of us to bestow our powers onto you."

You watch him breathe frantically, eyes wide as he stares up at Hades. He looks over at you before his gaze darts back to Hades.

"You- I—"

The man's words are cut short as the white void begins to rumble, the white slowly starting to fade into black. With a guttural groan and a painfully loud screech, another figure appears in the void.

A tall woman with a red glowing crown floating over her head makes her way to you, her long black veil flowing behind her. She wears completely black attire, a long translucent dress trailing down to her feet. Along her chest is a skeleton-like decoration, which accentuates her waist.

You no longer feel safe when Heimdall draws her sword from the hilt on her back, narrowing her piercing eyes at the woman who continues to draw closer. "Hela—" Hades starts, crossing his arms as the woman stops in front of him. "— Who is this?"

The Goddess of Death merely smiles, her gaze wandering over to the man beside you. She moves closer to him, offering him a hand. Hesitantly, the man takes it and allows the goddess to help him up.

"Why's that any of your concern? I summoned him, so his presence doesn't pertain to you, Hades." The grin she wears on her pale white face is nothing short of devious, and the man standing in front of her wears his fear on his sleeve. He trembles as the goddess takes both his hands, her grin fading into a soft smile.

"Don't look so scared, doll. I'm saving your life."

"—Absolutely not," Heimdall interjects, stepping between Hela and the brown-haired man. Hela furrows her eyebrows, the ends of her dress sparking into small blue flames as she visibly grows impatient. "You have no say in who I bestow my powers upon, move Heim!"

The man looks at you as you stand there in shock, and for some reason, he... smiles?

What kind of idiot smiles in a situation like this? "Hela, please. Your powers are too dangerous for the human world!" Heimdall pleads with the goddess before her, who grows angrier as her dress erupts into blue flames. In the blink of an eye, she darts toward you, reaching out with pure malice in her eyes.

You shield yourself with your arms only to be pushed out of the way by Thor, who uses his hammer to block the goddess' attack. She growls, balls of fire forming in her hands as she throws them in your direction.

"No!—" Heimdall lunges in front of you, shielding you with her angel-like wings. Her hands come up to hold your face, a melancholy frown on her lips. "I must bless you in order to get you out of here alive," she whispers, and her hands on your cheeks begin to glow white. You shake your head vigorously, trying to pry yourself out of Heimdall's grasp. But she holds you firmly in place. All you can do is scream in protest, begging her to let you stay. To save him instead. But it all just fades away... ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ Ding-dong! You flinch at the sound of your doorbell ringing, the sound ringing in your ears as you get up off your couch. The plush purple cushions call your name as you wander towards your door, expecting mail on the other side. You swing the door open, your face turning red as you realize there is a man standing outside and not a package from Amazon. "Oh!— I'm sorry... who are you?" You tilt your head at the stranger with platinum blue hair who stares back at you. He smiles professionally, offering his hand for you to shake as you stare at the intricate blue makeup on his eyes. He wears a striped blue, white, and red button-up shirt, along with a pair of black slacks. "I'm Hyunjin, a recruiter for the Esper Union. According to our radar, you have received a divine blessing, therefore—" "Not interested."

You try to shut your door quickly, but the man sticks his shoe in the way before you can reach the latch. He moves his face to the crack in the door and raises a single brow at you. "That's quite rude."

You let out an airy chuckle at the way he states that as if it isn't the most obvious thing in the world. You move in front of the crack as well, furrowing your brows at him. You recall that the Esper Union was founded by the people who were blessed by the gods, and they aim to protect humans and destroy Miracles. "I'm really not qualified to join the Union. I'm sure you're very busy and have other Espers to recruit—" "You're actually the last person on my list." You blink, chewing on your lip as the man continues to smile at you through the crevice in your apartment's door. He hums, crouching down to your hunched-over level to make direct eye contact with you. "I know what you did that day Y/N. You saved that child's life," He pauses, placing his hand underneath his chin as his smile fades into a more serious expression. "—She was a stranger, yet you took a sword through the back for her. We need people like you." "I just want to talk." He whispers, watching you rack through your brain for any other excuse to dismiss him. With a sigh, you pull the door back open and look down at your feet. "Fine. I'm sorry about the mess... I haven't had company in a very long time." He chuckles as he walks past you and into your living room, a slight smirk on his face as he wanders over to your couch and inspects your decorations. You shut the door, walking into the open kitchen as you watch Hyunjin stare at a picture of your parents. "Want anything to drink?" You ask, and he hums in thought for a moment. "White wine?" He requests, turning around with his arms folded behind his back. You hold back a laugh and nod instead, fishing a wine glass out of the cabinet as the Esper continues to inspect your living room. "Sounds kinda irresponsible to me, considering you're working." Hyunjin jumps at the sound of your voice directly behind him and spins around on his heel, not missing the way you smirk. He smiles and gently takes the glass of wine from your hand, shrugging the slightest bit. "I suppose you're right." He follows you over to your couch, sitting down in the most elegant way possible as you slump down on the other side of the sofa. You sit in silence for a few minutes before he speaks up. "What happened?— I mean... with your parents?" You pull your legs up on the couch, leaning your head back with a soft sigh. "They lived in the center of the city." You mutter, turning your head to watch how Hyunjin's face contorts in sadness. "I'm very sorry for your loss." "Aren't we all?" At your words he hums in response, taking a sip of his wine before placing it on the coffee table in front of him. "Have you been hiding here since..." "—Since I died?" He nods. "I wouldn't call it hiding. I really can't go outside anymore." Hyunjin turns his head to look at you, tilting it slightly with a perked brow. "What do you mean by that?" He asks, blindly reaching for his glass as he stares at your emotionless face. "Everything's really loud." He smiles into his drink, nodding slightly. "I know what you mean." "No, I mean everything's really loud to me." You deject, sitting up from your sad little spot on the couch to get your point across. "—Anything that's remotely loud makes my ears ring." "I see..." He replies, taking a mental note of your condition as you point to the sound-proof earmuffs sitting on the table. "I have to put those on when the sirens go off. Otherwise, my ears bleed." Hyunjin puts his glass down and starts to reach for the earmuffs, but time suddenly seems to stop as Hyunjin leans forward and his glass slowly starts to fall over. In an instant, you push him backward and grab the glass of wine before it topples over and spills. Time starts to move normally again and you take a sip of the liquid with a shrug as Hyunjin stares at you, astonished. "That's a thing too. I can somewhat...predict the future?" You mutter uncertainly, placing the glass back on the table as Hyunjin gently rests his hand on your forearm. "Y/N that's—" "Useless?" "—Magnificent."

Hyunjin finishes his wine, stands up from the couch, and pats you on the back with a gentle smile. "I'm afraid we're out of time, but I'll be in touch." You shoot up from the sofa, escorting him to the door as he hums softly. As he moves to walk outside your apartment, you grab the sleeve of his button-up shirt, feeling a tad bit embarrassed when he looks back at you with a perplexed expression.

"How soon will you be in touch?" You ask, feeling slightly less embarrassed when Hyunjin smiles softly at you. "I'll text you tonight about what my superiors say. But I'm very sure they'll want you working with the Union as soon as possible." You smile at his words, nodding as you let go of his sleeve and allow him to walk out into the hall.

He turns around before spinning back around just as quickly, pointing at you. "One last question— Do you know who blessed you?"

You blink, recalling the events that led up to you being blessed by the Goddess of Foresight and Surveillance. The recollection alone strikes fear into your body as you ponder the fate of the man who was in the In-Between with you.

"Heimdall."

︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ The text you received that night from Hyunjin was indeed an invitation to join the Esper Union, albeit a bit unprofessional on the recruiter's half (considering he additionally offered to take you on a date.) Soon you would come to learn that Hyunjin's personal invitation was not a rare occasion because he was, in fact, blessed by the God of Love. "So like...Cupid?" You ask, watching the way Hyunjin's expression contorts into one of annoyance. He takes a sip of his coffee, a cold brew specifically, before placing it down on the table in front of him. "No- Eros." He replies sternly before he redirects his gaze to stare at the decorations of the coffee shop you're in. You stifle a chuckle at how easy it is to rile him up, taking a sip of your own coffee before leaning forward. "So what are your powers? Do you shoot people with a tiny bow and arrow and make them fall in love?" Hyunjin crosses his arms in retaliation, furrowing his brows at such an offensive accusation. "Absolutely not! Do you know how ridiculous that would be? How could you even think that I—" Hyunjin's angry monologue is interrupted by your laughter, and he suddenly realizes why you're pressing the matter. He smirks, shaking his head as you continue to laugh at him. "I see. You're trying to get a rise out of me by making a mockery of my blessing. Very clever." He sighs, checking his watch before standing up and pulling his jacket off his chair to put it back on. "While this date has been fun—" "Not a date." You interrupt, pointing at him accusingly as you stand up in turn, unable to miss the way he frowns. "You tease me too much." He replies, disappointed and a bit dejected by your previous statement. All you can do is giggle in response and shrug as you make your way toward the door, throwing your empty cup away on your way out. "It's fun!" You chime, practically skipping to Hyunjin's car as you walk down the street. He opens the door for you, like the gentleman he swears he is, and closes it once you get in. When he sits down in the driver's seat you turn to look at him, the anxiety of moving to the Union Headquarters finally settling in. "I told everyone to keep it down today— because of your hearing." Hyunjin's voice pulls you out of your thoughts, interrupting your nerve-ridden stupor. "You didn't have to do that... but thank you." He smiles, keeping his eyes on the road as you fidget in your seat. Hyunjin glances over, his smile fading into a concerned frown. "What is it?" He asks, and you're glued to your seat as your mouth goes dry. The memories come flooding back as you remember the white void. Hela's violent nature and blue flames consume your every waking thought. She wanted you dead— But why? You weren't an obstacle to her goals, yet she targeted you in the moment. Maybe she was just taking her anger out on the closest thing. And the man... what if she got a hold of him? What if she blessed him, or worse... —What if she killed him? "Y/N!" You jump in your seat, your ears ringing slightly from the volume of Hyunjin's voice. He looks at you with distress in his eyes, and his eyes widen when he notices you wincing in pain. "I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... You weren't responding, I thought something was wrong!" He frantically apologizes, reaching over to grab your hand. He gives it a quick squeeze before sighing quietly, nodding towards the building you're parked in front of. "I was trying to tell you that we've arrived at the Union. I'll get all your bags." You move to get out of the car but Hyunjin locks it as you reach for the door handle. "I'm getting your bags." He states, narrowing his eyes at you as he practically dares you to get out of the car. You perk a brow as he attempts to open the door, only to lock it just like he did. "Really?" ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶

"Are you sure you don't need help unpacking?" Hyunjin asks from your door, watching you as you start to hang up your clothes in the closet. "Yes I'm sure, you've done enough for me Hyunjin. Thank you." You hear the man sigh, and the familiar click of his shoes as he walks up behind you. You turn around slowly, giving him a soft smile before he reaches out and places a hand on your arm reassuringly. "You'll be meeting the head of the research department soon, he'll want to run tests on you and your abilities… Please don't feel obligated to do what he says because he can get carried away. And if you need anything please let me know." He gives you one last smile before turning away and walking out into the hall, waving goodbye as the door slides shut and you're left alone. As you finish unpacking your bags, your phone buzzes on your bed. —Dinner at 7:30 in the penthouse. It's supposed to be "formal" but you don't have to wear anything extravagant. Sit beside me? 🥺 You chuckle at Hyunjin's emoji choice, checking the clock to confirm that you have half an hour to get ready. You plunder through your closet before you settle on a white, lacey button-up and black dress pants. You shoot Hyunjin a text back letting him know you'll be there and of course, you'll sit beside him.

With 5 minutes to spare, you make your way out of the living quarters and towards the elevator. During the few hours you've been at the Union, you've realized how painfully white everything is. The walls are white, the floors are white, even the decor is white. And as the metal doors slide open, you realize even the elevator is white. You step in and turn around, examining the buttons— Right up until you hear the frantic footsteps of someone running down the hall. "—Wait!" You flinch, looking outside the elevator as a man with black hair runs in your direction. You finally realize what he means by 'wait' and catch the elevator door with your foot before it shuts all the way.

"Thank you so much!—I would've been late if you took off without me!" He steps into the elevator and turns around, reaching in front of you to press one of the buttons. The elevator doors shut quietly.

On the way up you study the raven-headed man, who wears a light red cardigan, a black shirt, and khakis. He checks the time on his phone and mumbles something about spending too much time on his hair. He looks at you and grins, his freckled cheeks turning a light red color in embarrassment. "I'm sorry— I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Felix." "Y/N." You reply simply, giving him a warm smile before you gaze up at the LED lights that indicate what floor you're on. The elevator suddenly jolts, then chimes to announce you've arrived at the penthouse. The doors slide open, revealing the penthouse's magnificent lobby. The floor is a brown marble-y texture that clicks underneath your shoes as you step out of the elevator. Felix points ahead, his gold rings shimmering underneath the chandelier's light as he nods toward a pair of doors.

"The dining room is straight ahead— I thought I'd let you know since you seem new."

You nod in response, following the freckled male into the dining room, and flinch as loud music echoes throughout the room. Just as you expected, a long dining table is in the center of the room and there's barely any room for anyone else to sit down. You scan the room, making eye contact with Hyunjin and immediately darting across the room to him. You try not to plug your ears but fail miserably as the high frequencies in the music makes your ears start to ring louder than they ever have before. Hyunjin senses your turmoil as you sit down in the chair beside him and he snaps to grab the attention of someone across the room. You follow his gaze, finding a wide-eyed man sitting near the end of the table. He tilts his head at Hyunjin, his bunny-like headphones going lopsided as he smiles at the Esper recruiter. Hyunjin makes a 'cut it off' motion, and the man at the end of the table turns off the music with a wave of his hand. A few people groan in protest, but a powerful glare from Hyunjin instantly shuts them up. You unplug your ears, wincing as you try to recover from the screeching ringing that still lingers in your ears. You thank Hyunjin by squeezing his hand underneath the table, not minding the way he interlocks your fingers and squeezes back.

The room goes silent as someone at the head of the table clinks a fork against a glass, and all eyes are on the man who stands up, holding up a glass of red wine.

"That's the founder of the Union," Hyunjin whispers, leaning back so you can get a good look at him. He's quite tall and wears an all-white suit adorned with intricate details. From your seat, you can make out golden lightning bolts and clouds decorating his sleeves and coat. The man flashes everyone a charming smile, tilting his glass towards your section of the table. "First of all, I want to thank you all for coming. I know everyone's been working quite hard at the Union lately and I hope this meal will serve as a reward for your performances—" The founder pauses to clear his throat before continuing his speech. "—And I know there are a few new additions to our team, whom I wish to personally congratulate and encourage to stay with the Union until the world no longer needs us. You have a lot ahead of you and I can only say that it'll be completely worth it." The founder of the Union smiles once more before he raises his glass, signaling the whole room to erupt into cheers as glasses clank against one another. Before you can even think to cover your ears, Hyunjin has you covered and does it for you. You smile softly at him, mouthing a 'thank you' as everyone starts to eat the extravagant food placed before them. When the room calms down, Hyunjin pulls his hands away and starts to eat, leading you to mirror his actions. You finish your dinner faster than you want to and feel your stomach begin to churn in response. Who could blame you? —The food was just that good.

One by one people begin to finish their food and excuse themselves from the table, and soon enough Hyunjin nudges you to tell you he's leaving.

"I can take you back to your room if you'd like?" He suggests, and you shake your head. "It's fine— I think I'm going to stick around a little longer and try to make some friends."

At your reply, Hyunjin chuckles, standing up from his seat as he shoots you a quick wink. You watch him as he moves toward the head of the table and pats the founder on the back. They engage in a passing conversation before Hyunjin leaves, and you're alone once more. You stare at the red tablecloth in front of you, trying not to eavesdrop on the conversations around you. Your advanced hearing makes it way too difficult, and before you know it you're completely immersed in the founder's conversation at the end of the table.

"Sir, we can only hold these Miramon at bay for so long. If we don't contain the Miracle soon—"

"I'm aware Yeji. Why must we discuss these things now? This is supposed to be a celebration."

"Because as more time passes by, the less you care about what's happening out there."

"That's ridiculous." You watch the founder scoff before he takes a sip of his drink, slanting his eyes at the woman with an eyepatch on his right. The woman looks young but holds a sort of mature aura about her, sporting a gray dress with her dark hair in an elegant updo. She tilts her head at him, furrowing her brow as he downs an entire glass of wine in one go.

"Is it? Everyone at this table is playing some sort of crucial role in destroying the Miracles while you sit in your room all day and—" He slams the glass down on the table and the room falls silent. The founder lets out a fake laugh, waving a hand at the concerned faces that stare him down. "That was an accident!— Carry on."

The woman shakes her head in disapproval before standing up quickly, tossing the napkin that was previously on her lap onto the table.

"Do not speak to me again unless I am requested for a mission."

You watch his face fall as the woman walks towards the exit, her arms folded and lips screwed up furiously. You chew on the inside of your cheeks, cursing yourself internally for listening to their personal conversation like that.

The partygoers only remain quiet for a moment before they disregard the woman's sudden exit, and you decide that you're too tired to stick around any longer. Without a word, you stand up from your seat and shuffle out of the room, letting out a sigh of relief as the door shuts behind you.

"Are you not a party person either?"

The voice startles you, along with the person standing right beside the entrance to the dining room. You practically jump out of your skin, unable to hold back the yelp that escapes your mouth. The stranger laughs, too entertained by your reaction to muster up a proper apology. You glance at them, a bit embarrassed but slightly offended.

"My bad," The man with blonde hair utters, a Cheshire grin on his young face. He offers you his hand, which you shake politely. "I'm Jeongin. I've never seen you around here— which isn't saying much considering I don't leave my room unless I absolutely have to."

You smile at the realization he has halfway through his sentence, pulling your hand away as he sips the drink he holds in his other hand. Unlike most of the Union, Jeongin has taken the "formal" part and completely disregarded it. Instead of a button-down and a suit jacket, Jeongin wears a simple gray hoodie and black sweatpants.

"Just got here today and—you really didn't plan to stay after dinner, did you?" Jeongin chuckles at your question, shrugging halfway as he offers you his drink. You decline it with a wave of your hand, and he takes another sip. "Well I'm not going to dress up for an event I don't plan to spend more than 10 minutes at..." He trails off as the music turns back on inside the dining room, then nods at the elevator.

"I'm heading back to my room now— Care to join me?"

You're not sure if he's inviting you to his room or asking you to escort him... Either way, you want to leave just as bad as him. So you nod in response and follow him into the elevator, leaning up against the wall as he presses the button for the 4th floor.

It's not until you reach the 4th floor that Jeongin speaks, clearing his throat as the elevator doors slide open. "So... What made you want to join the Union?"

The question is oddly conversational for someone as antisocial as him, and you take a moment to think about it before responding. Your footsteps echo in the hallway as he awaits your answer, watching the cogs turn in your head as you look ahead.

"I was tired of hiding."

He stops in front of a door, turning to scan his keycard. The door slides open as he turns around to face you, taking a step back into his room. He leans against the doorframe, tilting his head ever so slightly.

"Hiding from what?"

You're not even sure what you had been hiding from all this time. And the list of things you're hiding from can't be fixed by joining the Union.

You blink, watching a slight smirk appear on Jeongin's face. You shake your head and shrug, tucking your hands in your pockets as you begin to rethink your answer.

"Now that I think about it— that's not why I joined."

"Then what?" He asks, watching your blank expression mold into one of slight embarrassment.

"I was lonely."

︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶

"You want me to do what?"

The head of the research department's expression remains blank as you stare at him, a dumbfounded look on your face as you hold a pair of sound-proof headphones in your hands.

He remains stoic, with only a hint of emotion in the sigh he lets out.

"I want you to put those on while I play different frequencies. Then, I want you to tell me what those interns are talking about," He repeats himself, gesturing towards two men standing by a coffee pot outside the glass room you're in.

"That's impossible."

The doctor's patience is growing thin and you can tell by the way he looks at you as he places his mug on the table in front of you.

"That's the point Y/N. We're testing how possible the impossible is to you."

Before you can reply he holds up his hand, walking over to his desktop across the room and ignoring your huff of annoyance. "Headphones on." He demands, and you comply.

At first, the tone that plays in the headphones isn't that noticeable. But over time, the sound grows increasingly louder and more irritable. You flinch as it reaches a certain point, gesturing at the doctor to turn it down. He raises a brow, abruptly cutting the sound off completely and walking back over to you.

"Does that hurt?" He asks as you slide the headphones off, nodding slightly as he picks his mug back up and takes a sip of his coffee. He hums in thought, a faraway look in his eyes as he stares up at the ceiling.

"Let me try something else." He mutters, wandering back over to his computer as you put your headphones back on and pray he isn't going to hurt you. The tone from before starts to play again, but with the press of a button, the noise no longer hurts your ears. It sounds slightly different, but without the ringing in your ears, it's much easier to make out what the interns are saying.

"—I cant believe we’re already sending the new recruits on a mission. I mean… they just got here!” One intern exclaims, pressing a few buttons on the machine in front of him before the coffee pot slowly starts to fill up with a familiar brown liquid.

The other intern shrugs as he fills his disposable cup with creamer. “Hyunjae wouldn’t approve of the commissioner’s plan if he thought it was ill-advised- besides. You have to have a little more faith in them… They’re practically superheroes.”

Your mouth practically drops to the floor as you take the headphones off, eyes wide as you stare at the doctor.

Seungmin practically trips over himself to get to you, a concerned expression on his usually stoic face. “What? Did it hurt again— Why are you looking at me like that?”

“They’re sending us on a mission already?” Your voice trembles, and the doctor notices how your hands have started to shake.

“Oh Christ— you weren’t supposed to hear that.” Seungmin sighs heavily, reaching up to rub his temples in frustration as you continue to overthink. “Look (Y/N)… You have plenty of time to prepare for this mission, and it will be light work compared to what you’ll be doing in the future.”

“What?!”

“Oh I made it worse…”

Seungmin takes the headphones, shaking his head slightly as you shoot up from the chair and dart out of the glass room. The research department is calm compared to the rest of the union, completely silent, save for the constant clacking of unpaid interns' keyboards. You stick out like a sore thumb in a crowd of pinkies as you wander around aimlessly, sticking your nose where it doesn't belong.

You overhear the strangest of things that don't make a bit of sense without context.

"Chan said the briefing for the mission will be this afternoon. I just don't understand why we're rushing into this... I know that Hyunjae trusts the commissioner with every ounce of his being— But these recruits aren't ready for anything." You huff, overhearing a phone call that you should've just ignored. Your feet carry you towards the elevator and before you know it— You're standing outside of Hyunjin's room.

You knock once and the door instantly flies open.

Hyunjin looks stressed, angry, and annoyed all in one screwed-up expression. But when he realizes it's you— It all fades away.

"Oh— Why didn't you text me? I would've ordered food and-" He's abruptly cut off by your hand over his mouth and he realizes that you're not coming over to hang out.

"What do you know about the mission they're sending us on?"

He sighs as if the entire weight of the world is on his shoulders, and moves away from the doorway so you can enter his dorm. Wordlessly, you slip through the door and it slides shut.

Hyunjin gestures for you to sit on his bed and you comply as he pulls up a chair, spinning it around so he can sit on it backward. "How'd you find out?" He asks curiously. You simply tap one of your ears.

"Ah— Right. Well... I don't know much considering I'm not in control of that kind of thing. But I do know you'll be collecting a large piece of the Miracle for research." Your eyes widen and you can't help but throw your hands up in protest. "I know, I know! Just... don't think the worst yet—" "Don't think the worst?! Christ, Hyunjin— If the Union's most powerful Espers can't keep the Miramon contained, how do they expect a bunch of rookies to— not only enter the Miramon's domain— But extract a piece of a Miracle?!!" "Stop freaking out!" "I'm not freaking out!"

Hyunjin stares at you with a blank expression and you realize you're painfully tugging at the roots of your hair.

"I'm freaking out."

Hyunjin lets out an airy chuckle and reaches for your hands as you release your hair with a grumpy huff. You purse your lips before laying your hands flat on his palms. "Look Y/N, I know it sounds difficult and a bit impossible but— I know the commissioner. He wouldn't set you up for failure because you all have amazing potential— You especially. Please just listen to what he has to say at the briefing this afternoon."

He squeezes your hands in reassurance and all you can do is smile.

"I will." ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ "What are you doing here?"

Your voice comes out a bit sassier than you'd like, but when Felix turns around with a big grin on his face, you know he took it the right way. "For the briefing, of course. Why else would I be here, silly?" You smirk at his effortless charm and note his casual clothing. His black hair is a bit messy with bits of fringe hanging over his eyes, but he's just as cute as always.

"I thought you had been here a while." You reply, watching his grin grow wider. "Does a week count as a while?" He retorts and you shake your head with a chuckle.

Your conversation is cut short as silence overtakes the control room you're in, it's eerily dark and you can't make out anyone other than the people directly beside you. You stand at the bottom of the room, looking up at rows of computers and a balcony overseeing the area. A shadowy figure now leans on the railing of the balcony, accompanied by two other silhouettes. "Jeez— Can we get some lights on in here?"

The eery figure has lost all frightening qualities as the lights flicker on to reveal the founder of the union. He smiles, and the people you stand among begin to murmur in awe.

"Yes I know— You weren't expecting me. I just thought I'd pop in and give you some inspirational words before I let the commissioner say his piece. I know your first mission can be a bit scary and—" You immediately tune out the founder, not caring much for his ramblings as you realize the two people behind him are having a heated passive-aggressive argument.

"— I can't believe I agreed to this. These poor people aren't ready for what we're about to put them through." "You always question my judgment Yeji, why is nothing ever good enough for you?"

"I'm not even questioning your judgment, I'm outright ignoring it at this point!— He's going to fall off the railing."

"Why can't you just stop worrying— " "— It's my job to worry! No one else around here seems to do that. You just keep fueling a fire that we won't be able to put out once he goes too far." "What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means we won't be able to stop him when he goes off the rails."

The argument comes to an abrupt end as the woman storms off, her heels echoing just as they did a few nights before. The founder pauses for a moment to watch the door slam shut before he shrugs and continues his exhausting speech

"— Anyways... I'll be giving the floor to the commissioner now. Remember that my door is always open if you need me. Goodbye!"

And with that, the commissioner is the only one left standing on the balcony. He steps forward, his facial features difficult to make out in the dim lighting. He clears his throat awkwardly, smoothing out the navy blue military-like uniform he wears.

"Unlike the founder— I'm not the best at keeping things soft and encouraging. So I apologize if I can seem a bit... aggressive. I'm just as passionate as him, but realistically." He clears his throat once more before leaning over the balcony. "Can you all move a bit closer— I can't see you that well." A few uncertain mutters fill the room before you collectively move up the stairs to stand directly below the balcony.

You keep your head down, avoiding any direct eye contact with the commissioner. You want to get a look at him— But you don't want to be rude.

"— As I was saying. We have three weeks to prepare for the mission." He presses a button on the control panel beside him to pull up several diagrams and notes on a hologram in the middle of the room. You turn around with everyone else and stare at the projection in awe.

"Firstly, we must carefully and quickly travel to the center of the city. This cannot be done through vehicle transportation because they are too loud and noticeable. So we will have to efficiently travel on foot at a certain point. Secondly, when we arrive at the Miracle we must split up into tactical groups. One group will escort another to a pillar of the Miracle where we will extract a large chunk of its material. A third group will reside on the outskirts of the Miracle's crater and distract slash terminate any Miramon that get too close. Once we have the extracted piece of the Miracle, we'll leave the way we came." "Oh my god, we're going to die."

Felix's mutter is easily heard by the rest of the group, and you can't help but let out an awkward giggle. You glance up at the commissioner, who is finally visible thanks to the light of the hologram illuminating his face. He's shorter than you expected, but he has a more muscular build. He looks irritated, his round face screwed up in frustration as your fellow recruits continue to mutter and mumble.

He sighs deeply as he runs his fingers through his short black hair, annoyance seeping through every crevice in his body. He clears his throat again, this time a bit more firmly and with a sense of warning. The room falls quiet.

"I know this sounds difficult, but I assure you that you will be trained by the best of the best. Tomorrow we will begin training at 9 o'clock sharp. Be there on time."

And with that, the commissioner turns around and starts to make his exit.

"Oh— I almost forgot. My name is Seo Changbin. Don't forget it." ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ "Where are we going?" Felix's question falls on deaf ears as you practically drag him down the hallway, leading him to the dorms reserved for the higher-ups. You stop in front of Hyunjin's door, knocking once, and just like before, the door slides open instantly.

You aren't expecting Hyunjin to be in the middle of his skincare routine, and the sight of his hair pulled back by a pink bunny headband has you reeling. "This is why you text people before you randomly show up at their door!" He exclaims as you enter the room, giggling as you tug Felix in with you. The door slides shut as you let go of Felix's arm and wander into the kitchen, searching for any morsel of food you can find. Felix stands in the middle of the living room awkwardly, eyeing the recruiter's decor. "How'd the briefing go?" Hyunjin asks, almost like a parent asking a child how their day was at school. You let out a giggle, snatching a box of cereal out of the cabinet. "A bit... hectic. The commissioner seems a little scatterbrained." You hear Hyunjin chortle from the bathroom as you plunder through his cabinets for a bowl. He suddenly appears in the kitchen to help you. "Changbin isn't the most organized. He's most certainly not the brains behind the missions. That would be the head advisor Yeji... she can be a bit too advisory sometimes and— You brought Felix with you?" Hyunjin pauses, whispering frantically as he realizes Felix is standing in the middle of his living room. You shrug in response. "Yeah, do you not like him or something?" You ask, stuffing your mouth full of dry cereal. Hyunjin curls his lip in disgust as you chew loudly, before ultimately shaking his head and grabbing the milk out of the fridge. "Not in the slightest, he's lovely. I just wish you'd let me know beforehand. I'm not exactly dressed to impress." At his response you roll your eyes, snatching the milk out of his hand as he gestures at the pink bathrobe he's wearing. "Can I have some too?" Felix asks meekly, peeking his head in from the living room. Hyunjin smiles, nodding gently as you fill your bowl full of cereal. As you expected, Hyunjin and Felix get along just fine. You eat a few bowls of cereal before you ultimately call it a night and take Felix to his dorm. The freckled man sighs deeply as he presses the button to open his door, glancing back at you slightly. "That was nice. Hyunjin isn't who I thought he was." You chortle at his words, perking a curious brow. He leans against his doorframe, giving you an odd look. "What do you mean?" You pry, watching his expression change to one of embarrassment. "Ah— I just thought he was a tad bit arrogant at first," Felix replies, his face flushing as you continue to laugh. "I can see where you got that from... I'll see you tomorrow." You deject, stepping away from his door slowly. Felix smiles, his eyes crinkling as he raises the corners of his lips. "9 o'clock sharp." He replies with a wave, and you return the gesture. The walk to your dorm isn't that far (thankfully,) and you make it back in one piece. The moment your door slides shut, you faceplant into the warmth and comfort of your bed. Your moment of peace is short-lived as you hear someone clear their throat, causing your bones to nearly jump out of your skin. "What the fuck, Seungmin!" The doctor stares at you with his usual blank expression, only this time, the corners of his lips have turned upwards into a smirk. The brown-haired doctor tilts his head at your reaction, acting as if he isn't sitting in your chair, in your room, uninvited. "Why are you in here?" You ask, sitting upright on your bed as you glare at the doctor. He shrugs, tapping a button on his watch to project a hologram. "Out of curiosity, I was checking over your medical records. Specifically, right after you received your blessing." You lean forward on your bed as he enlarges the hologram, then you realize what he's showing you. It's a video of you in your hospital bed, still in a coma. You're tossing and turning endlessly, jerking violently as you try to escape seemingly nothing. "— Save him!" You see his face. "Heimdall—Please just save him from her!" You see Hela. "— Don't let her take him!"

The video cuts off abruptly and you realize you've been crying the whole time. You furiously wipe the tears off your face as Seungmin makes the hologram disappear. "Well, I wouldn't consider that 'medical records.' Regardless, what does this have to do with anything?"

"Something happened in the void when you met Heimdall. Whatever happened could be crucial to saving t—" "I assure you, prying into my personal experiences won't destroy the Miracles. Please— Don't sneak into my dorm ever again. And drop this conversation, I don't want to talk about it." Seungmin scoffs, jumping up from his seat with an exasperated expression. "Do you realize how selfish this is?!— The fate of the world is practically in your hands, and you refuse to tell me what happened!" You hold back the urge to slap the doctor as you usher him toward the door, rolling your eyes at his dramatics. "It's very late, Doctor. We both need sleep and I think this will be easier to discuss when you've had a full night of rest." Before Seungmin can utter a single word, you lay your hand flat on the panel near your door and watch it slam shut. You can hear him yelling on the other side, but decide to ignore him as you walk back over to your bed and lie down once again. This time you drift away to sleep without any interruptions. ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ "Y/N wake up we're going to be late!" You jump out of bed, startled by someone screaming and banging on your door. Somehow you make it toward the owner of the voice, laying your hand flat on the panel and allowing the door to slide open. Felix practically invites himself into your room as he walks in, with what seems to be clothing in his hands. You follow him mindlessly, groggily mumbling about not setting your alarm. As you wipe your eyes you realize that Felix is wearing a black, skin-tight uniform. He waves his hand in front of your face frantically, snapping you out of your sleepy stupor. "—Y/N, we don't have time for you to wake up. Hurry up and change into your uniform." You groan, snatching the uniform out of his hands as you shuffle into the bathroom. In a matter of minutes, you've made yourself presentable and somehow make it to your reserved training room. You're in awe as you step inside the blindly round white room, and can't help but squint your eyes as you look up. The training room is cylindrical and quite large, and the roof is made of glass so natural light can seep in. Your fellow recruits stand in a circle around what sounds like a friendly brawl, and somehow you make out the voice of the commander through all the cheering and laughter. "Getting tired, Bang?" "Hardly, Commissioner." A strained voice replies, grunting slightly in what sounds like a struggle. You glance back at Felix, grinning from ear to ear as you lead him to the front of the crowd. The commissioner and another man are tangled up in a ball of limbs as they attempt to wrestle, but the only thing they're doing is proving who has a bigger ego. You chuckle at the commissioner's strained face, which he doesn't take lightly. His eyes instantly fly open and he glares at you. Through the struggle of keeping his opponent from pinning him down, he grunts out; "You think this is funny? You're going toe to toe with him next!" And with that, Changbin's assailant is on top of him and pinning him face-down on the ground. The commissioner sighs in defeat, keeping his sharp, annoyed eyes on you. Your gaze flickers up to the brown-haired man on top of him, whose face you still cannot see. Unlike your fellow recruits, the man is wearing a white tank top and black sweats. His biceps are practically bulging after his playful brawl with the commissioner, and you can tell they're great friends by the way he ruffles Changbin's hair. "Honestly Bin— You've been sweating so much you're losing muscle." The man jokes, standing up with his back facing towards you as he helps up the commissioner, who merely grunts in response. "I'm glad you've humiliated me in front of the people I'll be bossing around for three weeks. Way to make them respect me." The man simply laughs, shrugging his shoulders as the commissioner brushes his, now dirty, uniform off. "It's one way to make them respect me—The man that'll be training them for the next three weeks."

As the man turns around, your heart sinks into the pits of your stomach.

His face is just the same as you remember it. His smile is just as radiant and contagious. His dimples are just as charming. His eyes are just as captivating—His hair is just as brown. You can tell by the way his smile falters, that he sees you. He sees the only person who knows what happened that day. He remembers it all in an instant and it makes his stomach churn with uncertainty and fear. "My name is Chan... and I've been assigned to train you for your mission."

#bang chan x reader #chan x reader #skz fic #skz fanfic #skz x reader #stray kids fan fic #stray kids fic #stray kids x reader

21 notes · View notes

nikkialena · 11 months

Text

That time I got reincarnated as a demon in demon slayer

Black reader x every over age male...we whoring around and I'm not sorry

You heard it before you saw it... The screeching of tires, the deafening roar of a blaring horn, and then came the headlights.

Bathing you in bright white light and blinding you with its intensity, and then the pain.

The unnerving feeling of every bone and sinew being torn apart. The echo of each backbone snapping and the crunch of every vertebra shattering beneath it. The feel of every rib popping like glass as they break and crack under pressure.

A single cry leaves your lips as a wave of pure agony washes over you as you fall into darkness arms instinctively clutching around Daki who had been strapped to your chest.

Warmth seems to envelop you as you slide against the hot asphalt, arms tightly coiled around Daki to protect him from harm's way as your head falls sideways to rest upon the pavement, your eyes wide and unblinking as tears run down your cheeks mixing with the rainwater trickling along their edges.

Soft sounds of sirens fill your ears, and muffled voices call out to you.

Your blurred vision flickered from your skinned limbs to Daki, he.....he wasn't moving...what was happening? Was his spine broken? Did he hit his head?

His body lay limp within your grasp, the rain soaking you both thoroughly as sirens echoed off of buildings surrounding you.

You felt wetness seep through your jeans and your shirt and onto your back but you barely noticed as you searched for a pulse on Daki's neck to reassure yourself that everything was still alright. But.....There was none to be found, only silence and cold. No heartbeat, no pulse, no breathing, nothing. Tears spilled silently from your eyes and trailed down your face as you horsely called out for Daki, screaming for him to wake up. Please answer. To open his eyes. Even though you knew he wouldn't...you were afraid he had already left you.

"Somebody save him .. please... someone he's only eight months old..." the last words to ever be spoken from your lips as you too, succumbed to death and the same fate as your son.

Y/N.....Y/N....Y/N a strangely familiar voice called out to you, you wanted to open your eyes but you couldn't...what the hell was going on? The soft sensation of hands holding yours gave you pause, "Are you alright?" It was a light airy whisper, "Can you hear me? Y/n? Are you alright, dear?" the voice asked again but in a more urgent tone.

You could sense a slight agitation behind those questions, "Come back to us!" the voice said, pleading now.

Willing yourself to sit up with a groan you finally opened your eyes, blinking away the remaining spots in your vision, trying desperately to focus. A blurry mass moved in front of you, its features starting to become clearer, a woman...or at least what you think was a woman...was speaking quietly yet urgently in a language you'd never spoken before, "What happened?"

You asked in an equally foreign tongue that surprised you..was that Japanese?

Suddenly your body was being hoisted off the ground by her warm grasp, "We need to get you someplace safe." the woman said as she lifted you into a sitting position, "why, wait...WHERE'S DAIKI, THE CAR UH WHERE AM I WHO ARE YOU?" You shouted and she clamped her hand tightly over your mouth, "shh he'll hear you let's go" she said lifting you to your feet and wrapping her arm around your waist.

"No, NO WAIT," you screamed trying desperately to wrench free, "DAIKI, MY CHILD I HAVE TO GET HIM!" you tried to shout as she dragged you towards a closet and shoved you inside shushing you again, you collapsed to the floor and four shadowy silhouettes crowded your view as you back crawled away from them. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you took heavy breaths panic settling in your chest as the smallest one drew closer, "are you okay onee-chan?" A soft voice spoke and again it was strangely familiar, as your eyes adjusted to the darkness you recognized the face of Hanako....Tanjiro's little sister?

She knelt beside you and reached out for you but you pulled away...what the fuck is going on?

Looking around you recognized some of Tanjiro's other siblings like Rokuta, Shigeru, and Takeo, and sweet little Nezuko.

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON, you thought standing to your feet they all looked at you with big tear-filled eyes, ?" Are we going to die Onee-chan?" Takeo asked clutching the hem of your yukata, the words seemed so small yet so loud, you couldn't believe this was real, "No, you're not going to die," You said reassuring him as you wrapped your arms around his small frame pulling him close, "I'm here now just don't worry," You whispered as he sobbed quietly against your shoulder.

You hesitantly stroked his hair and he hugged you tighter, what the fuck....you thought to yourself looking around at the scared children...wasn't I just in the middle of a busy street junction, how the hell did I end up in a tiny closet comforting Tanjiro's crying siblings unless...oh my gosh...the truck. OH MY GOD DID I GET FUCKING ISEKAI'D?

You froze for a moment as your brain began racing in search of a logical explanation as to why you were in a tiny closet instead of being dead, your hands slowly began stroking Takeo's back feeling the soft silken robes under your fingers, this felt way too real to be some kinda death dream. You were the latest victim of Truck-kun...and you got Isekai'd and to the beginning of Demon Slayer....Oh SHIT, ALL THESE KIDS ARE ABOUT TO DIE.

You thought to yourself looking around at the sniffling kids, I have to protect them somehow...but how Muzan's...he's strong as fuck I don't stand a chance against him you thought to yourself, your eyes locked with Hanako..the fear was so intense it physically pained you, she looked terrified, "okay, uhm..okay Rokuta, Takeo, and Shigeru take Nezuko and Hanako and escape to the left alright, I'll take the right most likely he'll come after me okay get away from here as fast as you can".

"But what about you Onee-chan" Takeo asked and you smiled weakly, "I'll be fine, go."

With a bit of self-encouraging you managed to open the closet door and run down the hall making as much noise as possible so that the rest of your siblings could escape, did you have a plan for handling Muzan? No, you didn't, but you'd be damned if you didn't try your damndest to give them a chance at survival, even if that chance was a very slim one.

Speaking of Muzan you ran smack dab into his back falling on the floor unceremoniously, his long muscular frame turning to look down at you with those mesmerizing maroon orbs, you felt your heart rate speed up once more, fuck fuck fuck. This was bad, you thought crawling backward but his vision gripped your ankle and he hoisted you off the floor with ease.

Holding you upside down, a bright blush spread across your cheeks as you held your garments down as not to reveal your...more intimate parts. He laughed and it was deep and throaty, sounding just the right mix of unsettling and sexy, "I'm about to kill you" he said with a fanged sneer claws gripping tighter around your ankle "but your worried about me seeing your panties?" He asked in an almost playful manner, the amusement dripping through his low raspy voice.

You glared up at him starting to feel a bit light-headed "Not unless you put a ring on this finger what kinda girl do you take me for?" Another laugh from Muzan made you realize that you had actually spoken that out loud and you blushed harder covering your face with your palms...what the fuck was wrong with you?

You were a Muzan simp unapologetically, but his next words caught you off guard "and what If I were to take them off hm? What if I were to strip you bare what's going to stop me?" He whispered dropping you to the floor you rubbed your reddened ankle and your eyes darted quickly to the hall you just came from and those beautiful pale lips of his spread into a devilish smirk, "go-ahead run, make it fun for me I'll even give you a head start " and with those parting words you bolted down the hall.

Running as fast as your legs could possibly take you but you knew damn well there would be no escaping him, if he wanted he could kill you in half a second he was essentially playing with his food. Which would be you, but that didn't matter right now all that mattered was keeping his attention off of the rest of them.

Reaching the end of the corner you turned around and braced for an incoming attack but felt small hands grab your wrist,

you spun around with wide eyes to see a bloody Hanako, and your eyes widened to the size of saucers "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO RUN" you whisper shouted, "I don't want to leave you alone, are you going to die?" She said tears filling her eyes, you didn't get to answer.

A strong force knocked you through the wall, collapsing the hallway on top of you and Hanako, almost as if moving on its own your body coiled around Hanako shielding her from the debris raining down from above.

Everything hurt, and you choked on the dust in debris, your lungs burned like fire, but you ignored everything else, keeping hold of Hanako tightly in your grip your ears ringing as you struggled to move, through the dust came two glowing crimson eyes, staring down at you intently, "still alive are you?" Came Muzan's voice, you stared into his red, fiery eyes he gingerly lifted your head with his fingertips to your chin running his thumb across your chin collecting the blood before giving it a taste, "how delicious, let's see how well you take my blood...shall we?"

He said raising a finger that suddenly sharpened, a stinging pain spread through your face and neck as he made a small incision on your forehead, you whimpered biting down on your lower lip, your eyes screwed shut as you fought not to cry out, it hurt like crazy, and you could hardly keep your eyes open you were so dizzy...as your eyelids fluttered close and your body gave into unconsciousness you head Muzan's disappointed sigh "and here I thought you were going to be different...".

Your eyes shot open you sat bolt upright coughing violently as you clutched at your stomach a scream tore through your body as you fell to the ground clutching at your midriff, something felt...off blinking the sleepiness away you saw Hanako's sleeping form next to you, you tried to move but noticed the rubble was still trapping you underneath it.

Stretching your arm you tried to push against the rubble and surprisingly blew it away with questionable strength, you pulled Hanako out from underneath the rubble and laid her down on the ground examining both her and you for wounds, she had a couple of scratches here and there and a twisted ankle but you were perfectly fine, not a single scratch insight....sshiiit. I'm a demon now aren't I you thought to yourself, but wait what about Nezuko?

You thought walking through the house until you came across the mangled corpses of...Takeo, Rokuta, Shigeru....and Nezuko, your heart clenched painfully as you stared at your sister's lifeless body, damn you hadn't even been in your new life for thirty minutes, and yet...things were already changing Nezuko wasn't supposed to die. She's vital to the storyline she's supposed to be going with Tanjiro as a.....demon SHIT I'VE REPLACED NEZUKO, I don't want to replace Nezuko you thought frantically pacing the room every now and then taking peeks at her sweet little face before shaking your head vigorously trying to ignore the guilt that was slowly creeping up on you and leaving you with nothing but despair.

Fuck what am I supposed to do now ??? You thought frantically pulling your hair back in frustration, and then you heard it, the footsteps of Tanjiro only he's supposed to find an almost savage Nezuko and try not to get eaten then run into grumpy Giyuu.

Wait why am I not savage? You thought examining yourself, you were unbelievably hungry, and the corpses.....they must be delicious right? An intrusive thought suddenly struck you and you froze...there's no way you were going to eat people....buuuut it's not like they're alive right, and it would be a waste to just let their bodies go to waste right? You reasoned chewing on your bottom lip as your eyes slit to a predatory gleam and your thoughts became soft whispers underneath the uncontrollable drive to just FEAST. And just like that, you lost yourself to demonic instinct as your mouth began to water at the idea of tearing into their flesh and ripping their hearts out...a feral snarl fell from your lips as you started stalking towards your prey, slowly and calmly your mind slowly becoming a foggy plain of desire.

You didn't register when the sound of Tanjiro's voice reached your ears, or when he touched your shoulder, you only noticed the moment he took you by the shoulders forcing you to look at him. But you didn't see your sweet little brother standing before you no what you saw was a meal. He's here now and you'll be damned if you don't devour it. Your mind screamed you couldn't deny the hunger anymore, lunging at him but he easily dodged you, you landed on all fours like a beast a feral snarl falling from your lips as you pounced again landing a hard blow on his chest and sending Tanjiro backward hitting a table, a loud crash resounded as several dishes smashed onto the floor spilling their contents all over the place, Tanjiro stood shakily brushing the glass shards from his arm.

You watched as the blood spilled down his forearm the scent of blood sent you feral this was going to be a problem....

#demon slayer #fanfiction #various x reader #whorecore

12 notes · View notes

kokororo89 · 6 months

Note

NANASE RIKU

WORLD EXPLODES GLASS SHATTERS SIRENS BLARE

3 notes · View notes

daechwitatamic · 2 years

Text

Broken Glass || KTH

(banner by @itaeewon)

What Was Hidden

POV Drabble #4: Broken Glass

WC: 2.5k

Warnings: depiction of a car accident, depictions of taehyung’s unhandled trauma again lol, drinking, angst, a hangover

The request:

A/N: @pamzn, I'm sorry because I bet you requested this thinking it would be funny and cute and instead I made it hurt. You should know by now lol.

The scenes from this drabble are all from Chapter 3!

“Well,” you’d said on the phone, your voice slow and thoughtful, and Taehyung had imagined your face and how it might look as you contemplated the subject at hand, how your eyes might drift upward as you chase a thought, “I thought about all the things we can be haunted by, as people. Like, in real life. I mean… what haunts you?”

What haunts you?

Boys’ laughter, loud, mingling together, rising towards a heavily clouded night sky.

The jangle of keys, the cold metal stinging and biting his bare hands.

Snowflakes melting against the windshield as the heat comes to life with a buzz.

The spike of adrenaline as he realizes that the car is sliding on the snow-covered road, even as he presses the brake clear to the floor.

The screech of tires, the blare of a horn, the blinding flash of headlights that are way too close.

The desperation in his lungs as the impact knocks his breath out of him.

The taste of blood in his mouth, metal again.

The white-hot pain shooting down his leg.

The absolute lack of any feeling where his arm should hurt, too.

The ringing in his ears, louder than anything he’s ever heard, nearly drowning out Jimin’s voice next to him.

Saying, “I’m okay.” Reaching a hand sideways, finding Jimin’s, clutching at it tightly.

Calling, “Kook? Jungkook? Jungkook?”

Silence from the backseat.

The burn in his throat as he screams it again.

The red and white lights accompanied by sirens.

The vicious winter air chewing at his face, seeping through his clothes.

Snowflakes melting on a shattered windshield.

What haunts you?

Not being able to bend his knee to step over the lip of the bathtub for his first shower at home post-surgery.

A scar on Jimin’s cheek where a piece of glass grazed close to his eye.

The dull look in Jungkook’s eyes when he repeats that the doctors aren’t sure he’ll ever get full range of motion back, that they aren’t sure he’ll be able to dance again.

How that dull look completely erases the relief Taehyung had felt when Jungkook had finally come to, blinking awake in a hospital bed.

I killed him after all.

His hands shaking, palms sweating, at the thought of getting behind the wheel again.

Jimin shaking him roughly by the shoulders, calling him back from his memories.

Jungkook’s tight shoulders, anger holding each muscle taut, as he refuses to speak.

The broken glass of the windshield is the same as the broken glass in his throat as he screams into his pillow.

The cold, buzzing sensation that takes over his limbs when his heart races too fast.

The dreams where he’s driving and he knows the crash is coming but he can’t do anything but keep his hands on the wheel.

The long, silent nights he doesn’t sleep, because at least that’s better than the dreams.

What haunts you, you’d asked. You had no fucking idea.

–

The night after, Taehyung and Jungkook throw back shots in tandem.

“Joon’s over there,” Jungkook tells him, leaning over to be heard, eyes across the room where Namjoon is indeed standing with Jimin.

Taehyung’s still a little off-kilter, even though it’s been a full day since that video call. He hadn’t managed to do anything productive on his paper; your questions had sent him spinning like a baby deer on a frozen lake.

He still felt like that - like his feet were moving and moving but he was slipping and sliding and couldn’t get purchase, couldn’t stand up.

He lets Jungkook lead the way over to the guys.

“No Hobi?” Taehyung asks as they get close enough.

“He’s on his way,” Namjoon tells him over the top of his beer glass. “Jin?”

“Not coming tonight,” Jungkook supplies. “He had closing shift at the cafe.”

They drink and talk for a little, and Taehyung foolishly relaxes a little.

But the universe isn’t done fucking with him, apparently. Because out of the crowd, you approach, a glass in hand.

Jungkook greets Bridget with a cheer, and they flash matching bunny grins at the group. Taehyung lifts his glass at you, but doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t think he can.

He feels… mad at you? He thinks? He knows that’s illogical, that you didn’t do anything wrong. But it is your fault that he’s taken a huge step backwards in his not letting the wreck rule his life process.

It’s fine, he tells himself. It’s one rough day. You’re fine. Everything is fine.

Namjoon introduces himself to you, but you’re sending glances at Taehyung, quizzical. Is he imagining that you look a little hurt?

You’re not the only one looking sideways at Taehyung, either. Jimin’s got a knowing look on his face and it’s only a moment later that he says, “I’m going to go dance. Taehyung?”

Taehyung’s supremely not in the mood to dance, but he sures as shit needs another drink. He doesn’t say goodbye or anything, just wheels around and follows Jimin through the crowd. He feels a little like he’s sleep-walking, honestly.

They both lean against the crowded bar, wait to be noticed.

“You good?” Jimin asks without looking at him. That’s the tell that he knows the answer already. If he thought Taehyung was okay, he’d look at him.

“Just in my head,” Taehyung allows. It’s true.

“You gonna talk to her, or -?”

Taehyung shrugs. “Sure.”

Jimin’s eyes narrow, and now he turns his head. “What’s the game here, Tae?”

Taehyung shakes his head, asserting his innocence. “Not a game,” he promises. “I just feel… weird. I told you, I’m in my head. I’m not messing with her, I swear.”

Jimin frowns at him, but doesn’t say anything - yet.

Taehyung feels a wave of frustration with his inability to articulate well. He knows what he means. “I just need a little time,” he tries to explain.

That was it - he’d needed a few more days to get his head straight again before he had to see you again. That was all. He’d just try to keep his distance tonight and start fresh with you at tutoring, when he wasn’t still reeling, when he could act normal.

“Okay,” Jimin says uncertainly. “You coming with me?”

He means out onto the dance floor. Taehyung shakes his head no.

“I’m good here,” he says, and for a while it’s true. He talks to a few people near the bar, guys he knows from school, some girls who had been lingering close.

They do a few more rounds of shots. The room goes blurry at the edges, softly. The tension Taehyung had felt melts away, bit by bit.

The girls are just heading off to dance when he sees you coming, Namjoon following behind you. At first Taehyung isn’t sure you’re coming to him, and then once he figures out that you are it’s too late for him to escape without being obvious. Stuck, he has no choice but to shift over to make room for you two as you join him at the bar.

You order three shots, and Taehyung is vaguely aware that he probably shouldn’t have another, but he doesn’t protest.

Before he knows it, he has his arm over your shoulders, pulling you close. You look at him, bemused but seemingly unbothered.

“This girl, Joon,” he says, and shakes his head. He has no idea what’s going to come out of his mouth next. Words are just happening. “Be careful. She’ll just come out of nowhere and ask you shit like what haunts you and then carry on like nothing happened.”

No one speaks. Namjoon’s mouth drops open like he’s going to say something, but nothing comes out.

The indignation carries him, and Taehyung continues, sure that he has been wronged and desperate for validation, “Shit. What haunts you, what the fuck was that?”

You blink at him, look at Namjoon for backup, and then venture, “An essay thesis? It was an idea for an essay thesis?”

“You’ll have to excuse Taehyung,” Namjoon says, patting Taehyung’s shoulder placatingly. “He’s not his best self tonight.”

“The fuck I’m not,” Taehyung retorts, removing his arm from your shoulders to reach for the shot you’d ordered him. He takes it quickly. It goes down without burning - another warning sign he doesn’t heed.

Then, he turns and pushes through the crowd towards the dancefloor. He does a lap of the place, decides he needs something to do with his hands. He orders a beer that he doesn’t even like, drinks two thirds of it as he absently scans the room. He goes to set the beer down on the bar and misses. Broken glass litters the floor and Taehyung moves away, barely aware, still feeling like he’s swimming through a dream.

Some part of him has enough self-preservation to send him looking for Jimin.

He finds him on the dancefloor, entwined with a beautiful girl with hair the color of ink. He waits, uncertain, but when the song changes, Jimin’s eyes find his. He bends down low towards the girl’s ear, whispers something, and her gaze finds Taehyung, too. She nods understandingly at Jimin and he makes his way over, one hand reaching for his unsteady friend.

“Bro?” he asks as soon as he’s close enough.

“I believe-,” Taehyung starts to say and then stops when his stomach lurches. He holds up a finger, indicating please hold, and breathes slowly through his nose, eyes closed. The moment passes, and he tries again. “I believe I have made several grave errors tonight.”

Jimin shakes his head, disappointed. “You’re talking like Grandpa Kim. On the Taehyung drunk scale, that’s one step past dropping shit and one step before ending the night with your head in a toilet.”

“Yes,” Taehyung agrees, “and that step seems particularly imminent. Especially as I have already dropped shit. It might have been a beer glass.”

Jimin sighs. “Come on,” he says, and tugs Taehyung by the sleeve towards the entrance.

Outside, he takes Taehyung’s phone and orders an Uber. He passes the phone back and takes out his own, typing furiously.

“Okay,” he says finally, snapping his fingers in Taehyung’s face to get his attention. “The Uber is taking you to the house. Yoongi is waiting. If you aren’t there in twenty minutes, he’s calling me. No side trips, no impulsive stops anywhere. Got it?”

Taehyung frowns. “What if I want fries?”

–

At the house, Yoongi lounges on the couch, the girl he’s been seeing laying opposite him, her face lit by her phone.

“Oh good, you’re home,” Yoongi says. “Now Jimin will stop blowing up my phone.”

“Sorry,” Taehyung mumbles, and that’s enough to get Yoongi’s actual attention.

“Go get a water bottle before you go upstairs,” the older man instructs, suddenly serious. “And eat something, if you can.”

Wordlessly, Taehyung makes his way into the kitchen. He still wishes he could have requested a stop for fries on the way home, but Jimin hates him and wants him to suffer, so here he is, fry-less.

“Hey, Taehyung,” Yoongi calls from the living room. Taehyung wanders to the doorway, leans against the frame, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.

“Y/N wants to know if you got home safe,” Yoongi says casually, watching Taehyung out of the corners of his eyes.

“She - wait. What?” Taehyung steps closer, unsteady.

The girl on the couch - Kiko - giggles. “She texted me about it.”

Taehyung tucks in his lips, trying to hide a smile. “Interesting,” he says, trying to sound nonchalant, failing to.

He makes his way upstairs, water bottle cold in his hand, and collapses on his bed still fully clothed. He turns on his phone, opens a new text.

Ur worried about me? thats adorable, he sends.

The answer comes back two minutes later, making Taehuyng laugh out loud - if u die i don’t get a paycheck :)

–

Around noon, Taehyung drags himself down to the kitchen, bleary-eyed and head pounding.

Jimin and Namjoon are sitting at the kitchen table, coffee cups steaming in front of them.

“Well hello,” Jimin sing-songs.

Taehyung ignores him, moving to fill the kettle with water. What he wants is to make a very tall mug of hot tea, to take it back up to his bedroom, and to drink it in silence until he can stand to be awake. His head pounds, his pulse races, and his stomach somersaults.

“Rough morning?” Namjoon asks, his voice just a touch too innocent to be sincere.

“Haven’t puked yet,” Taehyung says, “so not that rough, considering.”

Jimin snickers into his fist.

“Have you heard from Y/N?” Namjoon asks, in that same saccharine tone.

Taehyung turns to look at him. Behind him, the kettle makes unhappy little noises as the water starts to heat.

“Not since about 4 am,” he says evenly. “Why?”

Namjoon shrugs, picks up his coffee and blows on it before taking a sip. “I think you freaked her out last night.”

Taehyung’s stomach sinks. “Oh no,” he mutters. On the stovetop, the kettle screams. The noise pierces Taehyung’s brain, and he hurries to make it stop. After he fills his mug and plops a teabag in, he shuffles over to the empty chair and sits next to Jimin. He sighs heavily. “Go ahead,” he says, long-suffering. “What did I do?”

“For starters, you broke a beer glass,” Jimin says. “But I don’t think Y/N witnessed that.”

“Nothing too crazy,” Namjoon assures him. “You were just… a little intense, perhaps, for those who aren’t used to you.”

“You’re an acquired taste,” Jimin agrees.

“Great,” Taehyung says flatly. “Super.” He takes out the teabag and tosses it in the garbage can, then carries his mug gingerly back up the stairs.

He sits at his desk, rests his head in his hands for a minute. Then, he pulls out his phone and texts you.

[12:57 PM] Taehyung: hey

[12:58 PM] Taehyung: Joon says I was a little much last night

[1:00 PM] Taehyung: so i wanted to apologize if i said or did anything out of line

Your reply comes in quickly -

[1:01 PM] You: no worries, u were cute

Taehyung drops his phone with a clatter.

Cute?

Taehyung has questions. What kind of cute? Look at that cute guy cute? Or baby animals cute? Or cute of you to try, but no cute?

His phone buzzes again, the screen lighting up, and he hurries to swipe it open to your next text.

[1:03 PM] You: it was funny, nothing out of line. I appreciate the concern tho

Taehyung breathes a sigh of relief. He hadn’t fucked up too badly, then. He types quickly, eyes almost crossing with the effort as his headache thuds and bangs around his skull.

[1:07 PM] Taehyung: okay good. I honestly dont remember a lot of last night 😑

He follows that up quickly, feeling like it’s important that you know -

[1:09 PM] Taehyung: i don’t make a habit of doing that… jsyk

Your answer makes him frown again.

[1:12 PM] You: its not really my business. see you wednesday, ok?

Taehyung feels like a deflated balloon. How had he gone from “you were cute” to “it’s not my business” in the span of eleven minutes? Were you just back-pedaling because you’d slipped and said something nice?

It felt like it.

Taehyung answers you and abandons his tea, crawling back into bed instead. He pulls his comforter up over his head and closes his eyes.

[1:19 PM] Taehyung: k.

Sleep doesn’t come, but at least it’s dark, and at least it’s quiet.

Thank you for reading! You can find my full masterlist here :)

#fic: what was hidden #taehyung angst #taehyung x reader

36 notes · View notes