#oh inject this straight into my bloodstream

[mlarty]

yo! i just wanna say i love the way you draw expressions, your style is awesome!

i wish i could inject your art straight into my bloodstream

Oh dear thank you so much! That's definitely a hot compliment 😈🖤

[hooliganarachnid]

“Miguel O’Hara is secretly evil,” “Miguel O’Hara is secretly an Inheritor!” “Man’s just straight up a vampire” “Nah he’s just half spider, and has fangs and stuff, but is not a vampire get your damn facts right”

Ladies, gentlemen, and those who know better, we have already solved the great “what is 2099?” debacle, and we just don’t realize it. Not a gosh darn scene in across the spider-verse was waisted, and no, people who are saying he is a vampire should not be trampled by nerds citing the various comic runs.

Because, tall dark and triangular is an inheritor, just not one straight from the spider-verse comic run. There is definitely not going to be some huge “oh no there were inheritors all along!” Reveal in Beyond the Spider-verse because a) that would be stupid and b) they don’t have enough gosh darn room for another plot point.

Miguel is an inheritor in narrative purpose. The inheritors are inter dimensional vampire creatures who feed off of the life force energy of spidermen (for those unaware) and by the end of this discombobulated essay I’m going to prove that he reaches all of these criteria. Inter dimensional traveler, check, and definitely, definitely a vampire of some kind. The spider-man 2099 in atsv nearly bites a man’s neck in literally one of the first scenes he appears in, with several stylized shots (specifically focusing on his teeth) that mimic the classic ‘vampire’ look. Heck—he even has a very deliberate conversation with Jessica drew where she encourages him to reach out to other people, and he says “no,” then “you know why.” Not “I’m too busy with work” but instead a much more vague and purposeful statement. This, combined with the very, VERY vampire—like scene in the same section of the movie seems to suggest that he may fit into some of the classic brooding, self isolating vampire tropes. (Don’t even get me started on the clear greyish/purple tone of his skin in certain scenes, which was certainly not shown in any of the 2099 comics I’ve read.) Gwen even calls him out on it, calling dark Garfield a “vampire ninja Spider-Man.” Sure, she could be using hyperbole, exaggerating “Spider-Man with fangs” to “vampire,” but it still is a valid piece of information in line with the other evidence.

But what about the whole “vampire only for Spider-men thing?” You ask. Well strap in because I’m about to nerd out on some excellent visual storytelling in this masterpiece of a film. In that scene where we flash to Miguel in his lab, being all broody, he starts up his whole introduction thing again. The same speech he tried to give Gwen “My name is Miguel O’Hara, and I was bitten by a radioactive spider,” is what is expected. It’s the same song and dance we were shown in the last movie, but Miguel very, very specifically does not say the “I was bitten by a radioactive spider” line. For my fellows who haven’t read the 90s 2099 comics, he actually wasn’t—instead got his powers from a genetics experiment gone wrong. Then, moments later, he injects himself with an unknown, glowing green vial. We don’t know what it is—no explanation is given, but VISUALLY? We definitely, definitely know. The injection shows us the same visual of a substance entering someone’s bloodstream and merging with cells as we are shown in every single instance of a spider bite. He’s artificially injecting himself with some kind of radioactive spider venom. The movie intentionally alludes to something missing, then, shows it in the same scene. We are supposed to interpret the vial as obviously spider venom.

Think of the sequence of scenes in which he appears—an intense battle, fangs out and very vampy looking, then (despite the two month time skip) he is shown injecting himself with spider venom, that, in the following conversation with miles, makes him look quite human. He’s in control in these scenes, at least, until the end of the chase, where he has full on glowing red eyes and is acting very, VERY violent. The substance he injects himself wears off. Like a vampire drinking blood and then being hungry again. The last key piece of evidence proving Miguel’s inheritor status (again, not an actual inheritor but a vamp specifically for spider-men) is found in the members of his inner circle. The people he calls for help to chase down miles. Jessica Drew, and Ben Riley. Two people who were not bitten by a radioactive spider, and therefore, likely have a slightly different composition of powers. They weren’t bitten by the same thing that Miguel needs to function, making them the only two spider people that Miguel chooses to trust, and let in wholeheartedly. So many other details about Miguel’s characterization make more sense looking at it from this angle. He wants Peter B Parker to leave not just because he’s anoying, but because Miguel is afraid of hurting him. He doesn’t want Gwen to join—especially not have her join his elite force for that same reason. He’s angry, he’s violent, and desperately trying to push anyone he’s afraid of hurting away. Fuck it—even the LEGO PETER thing goes beyond an adorable joke looking at it from this angle. He’s plastic! Miguel literally cannot hurt him in any way!

Anyway, just wanted to share my take on the movie, and more specifically, some of the Miguel plot points, while also defend some vampire Miguel truthers (as a comic book fan) because I think the idea is an excellent homage to the OG spider-verse comics. If you read this far, I hope your pillow is forever cold and your plants never die.

[floating-in-the-blue]

For the writer's ask game :)

In Your Starlight for ♡ ! (pick a fic and I’ll pick a comment that made me really happy) Deliberately picking your most commented on fic so that you have plenty to choose from (and a fun time re-reading all the nice comments)

And Nature 2.0 for ♫ 😁 (send a fic and i’ll make a 3-5 song playlist for you) Go ahead and spread some of that soundtrack goodness around 😎

You really did go for the one story with the most comments huh? Thank you for giving me an opportunity to bask in all of those wonderful comments again even though IT MADE CHOOSING ONE IMPOSSIBLE!!!!

Anyway, I did pick out two comments from In Your Starlight that aren't spoilery, both by guests:

And you have done it again!! OMG this is sooo good! I love how everyone is so supportive, and the talk between Julie and Alex i- the many friendships portrayed in this is just amazing. I don't even mind about Willie being put aside in this chapter. I love your work so much! :D I am once again 'grinning like an idiot' and won't stop as this fic is just too good. Thanks again for your amazingness :)

AHHHHHHHHHHHH YES YES YES YES YES IM SMILING SO MUCH IM SO HAPPY THEY FINALLY KISSED AND ALSO THAT LAST SCENE WAS JUST PERFECT OVERALL OH MY GOD I CANT STOP SMILING AHHHHHHHHHH

But I have to give real shout outs to the best cheerleading comments by @merihn, @chanihobbit and @thinkmanythingsofit because every single one of those was pure serotonin injected straight into the bloodstream!!

🎶

And now for the 3-5 songs for Nature 2.0 ... I mean, I have so many more on the official playlist but here's a few from this very eclectic soundtrack that tries to capture the epicness and softness and melancholy of this MGS white whale of a fic:

Nitzer Ebb - "I Am Undone" - this was the first song I encountered where I went "Oh, Nature 2.0 vibes!! I should save that in a playlist or something." The lyrics don't fit 100% but somehow it's still the perfect song for this fic.

MNQN - "What Have You Become?" - More of the Industrial sound digging into the themes of transformation and mutation. Especially these lines are very apt: "Only a few species ever undergo change - The others become extinct - Man will almost certainly be replaced by a new order of intelligence - Stop looking for monsters under your bed - You are the monster"

Hurts - "The Road" - This isn't much about the lyrics but I love the juxtaposition between the softer parts and the harshness interrupting it. It just fits the idea of this story so well with the danger and importance of the mission juxtaposed with two men falling in love in the quiet moments in-between. There's a surprising amount of philosophising happening in the original game and that was definitely the plan to rescue for this story. The structure of the song just mirrors that perfectly.

Montserrat Figueras/Jordi Savall - "El Cant De La Sibil·La" - this ... yeah, this has been on the playlist pretty much from the beginning. The sadness of it fits the tragedy of the fic. You know, I've actually never bothered to look up the meaning until now but learning that the lyrics are about a prophecy about the end of the world is just sooo perfect for the scope of the fic!!!

Clint Mansell - "Leaving Earth" (Mass Effect OST) - Mass Effect my beloved!! This instrumental piece is so full of feelings: epicness, softness, harshness. And as such it's perfect for my Nature 2.0 soundtrack as well ;D

Carina Round - "For Everything a Reason" - this is an 'end credits' song for me and the first one I put on the playlist (there's a few more of those by now). It doesn't really make sense for a fic soundtrack but in my head the fic is very cinematic and there's something about imagining the dramatic end fight, followed by a tragedy that was always going to happen, the sadness and hope going into a fade out. And then the end credits roll just like your tears while this song plays.

...yes, I realise that was six songs, shh. Anyway, I hope you got an impression of the fic and its playlist :D

And thank you soooo much for sending in some asks from This List and let me relive glorious comments and share some of my songs from the one fic playlist I'm really proud of <3 <3 <3

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

Midnight

Notes: Sorry for the lack of updates. High school, my beloathed. Anyway, this is from my phone's notes, some of y'all alr read it from the gc, but here it is for those who haven't!

TW: Non-con drugging, blood mention, yandere whumper, implied touch-starvation

Everything. They could hear everything, from the careful, light patter of their bare feet on the cold ceramic, the air flowing in from the little crack in the wall, and their own erratic breathing.

They can barely see, but they've been in this damned mansion long enough to know every seemingly inconsequential detail of it by heart. They make their way almost mechanically around the place, but in a speed that would normally frustrate them, a necessary precaution.

They can't help but take one too many fleeting glances behind them, flinching at any little noise or movement of the shadows. Their heart felt like it was in their knees, beating at a speed they never knew it was capable of.

Their grip tightens on the pair of sneakers clutched in their left hand, never mind that it was 'a gift' from Whumper. Survival outweighed pride here. They have to do this, it's their only chance. The sweet, seemingly treacherous promise of freedom is the only thing that helps calm their nerves, stops them from falling in an unconscious heap on the floor after being paralysed with fear.

They finally make it to the door, feeling the rush of adrenaline course through their veins as they unlock it, the sweet taste of the midnight air on their tongue, its coolness feeling great on their burning face, the all-encompassing euphoria of freedom pulsing through them like a chemical injected swiftly into their veins. . .

Oh so beautiful, oh so short-lived. They feel a steady grip around their form, neither harsh nor painful, but firm and impossible to break out of.

Whumper lets out an amused chuckle which sends shivers down Whumpee's spine. They feel the heat radiating of their captor's sleep-warm form, not that it brings them any comfort.

"Tsk tsk, is this what we agreed upon, Whumpee? I thought you knew better than to make such a mistake. And after all I've done for you," they breathe out, mock-wistfulness lining their tone.

Whumpee's heart rate accelerates, and their whole body stiffens up in mere moments. "Oh, relax, will you?" Whumper kneads out the tension in their muscles with one hand, the other still keeping its death grip on them. They despise how their shoulders sag, how soothing the touch feels, how their body betrays them.

"Y-you h-hurt me," they stammer, furiously blinking away the tears forming on the tips of their lashes.

"I only do that when you misbehave, Whumpee," they half-growl through gritted teeth, now digging their nails into the skin, drawing blood, and it was their luck that Whumper liked to keep theirs long, and they let out a wince. At that, Whumper smirks, resuming the careful rubbing of Whumpee's back again. "How else will you learn? Rules don't stick without consequences."

Whumpee let out a strangled cry they fail to completely muffle. "Shhhh," Whumper soothes.

They produce a syringe from their pocket, filled with a strange, blue liquid. Whumpee's emerald eyes widen like saucers, and they feel their breathing hitch, and a soft whine escapes their lips.

Whumper only lets out a soft laugh, shaking their head. They inject the azure contents of the syringe straight into the now-sobbing Whumpee's bloodstream. The needle hurts like hell, and they're engulfed by a consuming dizziness as the world around them dissolved into pitch black darkness.

They wake up in their room to a hand running through their hair and a warm smile. "Care-Caretaker?" they half-yawn, voice still hoarse from sleep.

The shrill cackle, the ever-so-subtle tightening of the grip on their hair and the "No, sweetheart," provide more than enough in terms of an answer to their question."

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Wanna be on the taglist? This'll take you there!

[hiemaldesirae]

This is a joke, and is following Hannibal season 1 storyline: Alastor, on his knees begging God to free Vox from prison after he's the one who sent him there: "I know I'm bad at math, but man I fucked up...I'm so bored, i need my Vox, please lord."

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENS IN THIS SHOW. ARE YOU SERIOUSLY FUCKING TELLING ME TTHE ONLY GOOD GUY IN THAT HOT MESS GETS SENT TO JAIL???? oh my god no wonder people went crazy for this shit when it aired every new piece of information i learn gets injected straight into my bloodstream like 500mg of fentanyl

anyway. this is funny but neither of them are going to jail at the end of this im afraid. i need both my horrid little bastards out in the world committing crime and serving cunt

[todayisafridaynight]

this might not make sense. but i feel like after moving to america masato’s dramatic ass would start thinking of Daigo as Right Person Wrong Time & like he’d make Daigo the embodiment of his “sordid” youth & how he’s Outgrown smudged eyeliner and drunken bathroom hookups. so he Becomes Ryo Aoki and returns to Japan & sees chairman Daigo with his slicked back hair & pressed suit & pleasant smiles, the same image that Ryo Aoki wears, but different, somehow. Daigo still has his familiar stubble & his dark eyes, Shitty 20-something Daigo is still there in Chairman Daigo. somehow, Daigo managed to change, managed to be this better, fuller, realer person without killing off his former self. while Ryo Aoki changed his name, burned his bridges, went under the knife and became an entirely new being. I think it’d infuriate Masato, it’d drive him mad, out of jealousy and superiority. How stupid of Daigo to keep his past so close to his chest. How lucky of Daigo to be able to transform without having to shoot his past between the eyes.

Meanwhile Daigo is just like 🧍‍♂️ nice glasses nerd.

(Sorry if this is incoherent)

anon i cant stress how much im eating this and seasoning it and putting it in every soup and dish i make i am injecting this straight into my bloodstream and i'm turning this into a pill so i can take it every day oh my god

[no-romo-hoes]

How to enslave your brain-damaged son?

Yooooo so I just had this crazy dream, right? It’s a How To Train Your Dragon dream. but it’s like, reaaaaaally dark.

Ok so most of the plot is the same. Hiccup is horribly mistreated and neglected by his father, meets Toothless, plans to run away (which would have been an awesome film of its own) but doesn’t, tries to prove dragons are actually pretty neat, fails, blah blah blah you get it. But in my dream, when the vikings capture Toothless in the arena, Hiccup gets a pretty nasty blow to the head and suffers some freaky brain damage. And I’m not talking concussion, or even comatose, I’m talking lose-90%-of-your-memory-and-rewrite-your-personality type brain damage. 

So Hiccup has kinda lost his macaroni, he’s basically become a human-hating violent-ass kill-on-sight maniac, and Stoic has to chain him up so he doesn’t hurt anyone. Also he’s somehow really good at hitting people with a wooden staff, so that’s a thing too. Now the vikings are still dicks and Stoic is even worse than is canonical, so they wonder.

“Hmm... ah wonder what to deur with mah psycho son who’s completely bat-shit crehzy and his psycho dragon pet. Oh! Ah know! Ah’ll mek ‘em gladiators!!” 

(Stoic decides to make Hiccup and Toothless gladiators for those who can’t read Scot)

So now Toothless and Hiccup are enslaved by the vikings and forced to fight other vikings and dragons as entertainment. Hiccup (who again doesn’t remember anything except the fact that he loves Toothless) is forced to wear a helmet that looks like the one he wears in httyd2 that’s linked to some sort of device that Gobber controls. Whenever Hiccup gets too close to the crowd or hurts his opponent too badly, Gobber turns a dial that injects iron from the helmet straight into Hiccup’s bloodstream. truly truly vile, especially when you can actually feel the blood thicken and weigh you down. it hurt, honestly.

Anyway yeah that was my dream. someone can use it as inspiration for a fanfic, I don’t really care as long as you credit me :)

[colognedecigarette]

🎶✨when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)🎶✨

lakjdfkadjf SO SORRY this has been in me ask box for so long i didn't mean to ignore you @leewalberg. 😭

picking only five songs is so hard but i've managed to (somehow) done it by separating them into kategories so here it goes!!

category 1: k-pop/c-pop. i managed to narrow this down to just Yixing's songs (surprise surprise) and my final pick is Ambush from his Producer album (2021)! i fell in love with that song pretty much from the first listen but i've also been revisiting it a lot lately. the whole album in general is amazing with quite a lot of repeating motifs all over but Ambush is definitely me favourite. ^_^

category 2: english. am torn between me personal holy trinity of Florence + The Machine, Hozier, and All Time Low (one of this is not like the rest), but ultimately i guess i'll have to go with All Time Low's Stay Awake (Dreams Only Last For A Night) from their 2008 album So Wrong, It's Right. that song has been my faithful companion through thick and thin since i was a kid so like. i have to choose it.

category 3: indonesian. alkfjkladjf HELP this one's the hardest to pick but ... Sandhy Sondoro's Malam Biru from his self titled album released in the distant past of 2010 -- that's me final answer. i guess it's more of a jazz-y song? alkdj idk much about genres so if you were to tell me am waaaayyy off i won't even be surprised. me favourite thing about this song has to be Sondoro's voice; it feels kinda rough but in a crunchy way. if you try listening to it you'll prolly get what i mean (... or not, lmfao).

category 4: vintage. the late Solomon Burke's Cry To Me (Rock 'n Soul, 1964) babeeeeeeeyyyy. i can't not dance whenever the song plays. found the song the first time on The Man from U.N.C.L.E movie's soundtrack and it hasn't ever left me playlist since. i absolutely adore this song and i absolutely love Burke's voice. i love his voice so much i want to materialise it, liquify it, then inject it into my bloodstream. listening to his voice is not enough i need it to be infused with me DNA. I LOVE HIS VOICE A LOT. i love his voice a normal amount.

category 5: instrumental. Radio Protector by 65daysofstatic, from the album One Time For All Time (2006), definitely. that's the entire essence of me soul captured within the confines of a less than four minutes song. (is it a less than four minutes song? i think it's less than four minutes am pretty sure.) look, forget MBTI and zodiac and all of that, you want to get a reading of me just listen to this song. you'll probably get the picture, and likely a pretty accurate one at that.

...holy shit i can't believe i actually manage to stay on track and only choose five songs. who knew it could be possible?! anyway here's at least several dozens more songs i eliminated during my attempt:

(expand at your own risk because it's long ... like HELLA.)

EXO: Obsession, Groove, Exodus, Growl, Monster (obviously), Call Me Baby, Ooh La La La

Lay: Sheep (obviously), Amusement Park, I'm Not Okay, Good Night, Goodbye Christmas, Bad, Flying Apsaras

Kai: Blue, Mmmh, Nothing On Me

Xiumin: You (WE NEED XIUOLO SOON LIKE REAL BAD)

(G)I-DLE: Oh My God, Put It Straight (the original version, not the Queendom nightmare one), i'M THE TREND, Hwaa, Hann, Last Dance

Taeyeon: INVU, I

SKZ: God's Menu, Thunderous

SVT: Rock With You

ToppDogg: Amadeus, The Beat

HyunA: Lip & Hip, Show Window

All Time Low: Coffeeshop Soundtrack, Hometown Heroes/National Nobodies, Outlines, Weightless (the original 2009's It's Nothing Personal version is good, but i prefer the 10th anniversary It's Still Nothing Personal version better), Monster (a different kind to EXO's), Safe, Kids in the Dark, Satellites

Florence + The Machine: Various Storms and Saints, Mother, Third Eye, Howl (it's kinda like EXO Wolf's distant cousin if you think about it), Light of Love, Grace, No Choir, Shake It Out, Too Much Is Never Enough, Caught, Hunger

Hozier: Talk, Be, Wasteland Baby, Someone New, Work Song, Sedated, To Noise Making (Sing), Movement, It Will Come Back

The 1975: Robbers (i replayed this song for like, three days straight last year non-stop and now it's forever in me On Repeat playlist lol), Chocolate, UGH!, Sex, She Lays Down, Menswear, Please Be Naked (this one's an instrumental but probably my most favourite of all The 1975's works)

Arctic Monkeys: From The Ritz to The Rubble, I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor, Still Take You Home, No.1 Party Anthem (lol)

Mako: Ocelot

COIN: Run, Crash My Car

Neon Trees: In The Next Room

Mother Mother: Get Up, It's Alright

Margaret Whiting: Time After Time

Half Alive: Still Feel

Acapella Onion: Jolly Sailor Bold (originally from The Pirates of Caribbean 4)

Sheila On 7: Sepia, Yang Terlewatkan, Melompat Lebih Tinggi, Betapa, Sahabat Sejati

Agnes Monica (now known as AGNEZ MO): Karena 'Ku Sanggup, Tak Ada Logika, Godai Aku Lagi, Matahariku

Peterpan (now known as NOAH): Menunggumu, Menghapus Jejakmu, Langit Tak Mendengar, Walau Habis Terang, Bintang di Surga, Khayalan Tingkat Tinggi

Tompi: Sedari Dulu, Aku Jatuh Cinta, Menghujam Jantungku

Tulus: Tuan dan Nona Kesepian, Jangan Cintai Aku Apa Adanya, Adaptasi

Ayu Ting Ting: Sambalado, Tatitut

Stand Here Alone: JAV

The late Chrisye: Kisah Kasih di Sekolah, Seperti Yang Kau Minta

The late Glenn Fredly: Januari, Terpesona

Gigi: 11 Januari, Nakal

Bondan Prakoso: Ya Sudahlah

Alexa: Dewi, Wajahmu Indahkan Duniaku

Audy: Menangis Semalam

The Dance Company: Papa Rock 'n Roll

Isyana Sarasvati: Keep Being You

Endah N Rhesa: When You Love Someone

Kunto Aji: Terlalu Lama Sendiri

Naif: Mobil Balap, Air & Api

Rif: Radja

Seurieus: Rocker Juga Manusia

(the indonesian songs elimination part really can fill an entire playlist on their own alkdjf i told you that was hard)

65daysofstatic: Await Rescue, Drove Through Ghosts To Get Here, Retreat! Retreat!, trackerplatz, Debutante, Don't Go Down to Sorrow

Emiliano Ercoli: Waiting Place, Buriana, Another One (Inside The Shell), Palingenesi, Unsaid Things

Philip Sheppard: Atomic Cathedral, Welcome to Dystopia

Burial: Prayer

The Best Pessimist: Above the Fog (part 2)

If These Trees Could Talk: From Roots to Needles

so how many songs in total is that? don't ask, at least i manage the complete the main quest of picking five as the main answer lololol the rest is just ... bonus. jfakdjfk let me know if you'd be interested to have all of them compiled in one playlist! <3

[hoediaz]

ok i was about to follow through on my last ask and print ur actors au out to consume it when i saw chapter 3 was up so instead i read that and now i am dedicating my life to finding a way to inject it straight into my bloodstream, i NEED a buddie actors iv bag like yesterday my god, i could write out everything i love about it but i know id miss something so just know that the thirst tweets section and taylor writing about chris made me feel like the same amount of emotions the tsunami and sniper arcs did (also i am updating ur fic like every 10 minutes bc i might genuinely be addicted)

oh my GOD please not the tsunami and sniper arcs 🥺 thank you so much!!! i wrote so much of this fic out of order and i wrote the buck taylor break up before any of chapter two bc i was too excited to write it. i just love a bt break up even in a post bt bones era i collect bt breakups like stamps. anyway THANK YOU again this message is SO nice i'm printing it out to keep it in my pocket

[mishkakagehishka]

have. have you listened to the nrw song because oh my fucking god. oh my fucking god

so.

Okej i'm gonna dump my opinions on both Acanthe and Uruwashi no Nightingale. first of all, the instrumental break of the full version of Acanthe around the 3rd minute. I want that injected directly into my bloodstream twice a day. And the part right after where the melody changes almost completely for like half a minute before the instrumental fades a bit and the two sing so softly, so softly. Mika's voice.... and the ending where they go "ooo↗️↗️ooooo! Eien wo!" yeah. Yeah. I agree. I wholly agree. What are they feeding them, they literally ate, their voices harmonised so beautifully together throughout the whole song, but at the end especially. Something, something, they're a proper unit, now, no longer a lead and a backup dancer slash a puppeteer and a doll, but teammates.

AS FOR THE NEW SONG. WITHIN THE 2ND SECOND (english language <333) I WAS READY TO ASCEND. The instrumental is so pretty, the song is so pretty, it's like. It's beautiful. I have trouble processing lyrics in songs, but what i have managed to hear i loved. "The world's awakening" stood out but I can't wait to read the lyrics when they actually come out, I'm looking forward to seeing what it's about. I think I just really want to take this song's gender, though, it's so.... does english have "bell-like" as an adjective for pretty sounds, bc that's what it is to me. Bell-like, clear, beautiful but the feel of something fragile, like decorated glass. Shu's part around the climax, though, somewhere around the 3rd minute.... caught me off-guard. AND ONCE AGAIN when the instruments fade out and we're left with their voices softening? Mika during that part. MIKA. MISHKA, MISHKITSA, MISHKITCHICHITSA.....

The beginning made me ascend and the ending put me straight in my grave. Their harmonisation, the way they can Hold those long notes, just. Yeah. Oh, how beautiful a day it is to be a ValkyrieP

[bitchkay]

Free anonymous ask to talk about Quartus and any headcanons you have about him lmao

Heck, make this about a fanfic if you want

Talk about him, go crazy, go stupid, go batshit insane even

[Ask received: oct 2nd]

You dont fucking understand I'm so fucking feral about him.

Its the fact I should probably be embarrassed about it but yall I'm too far gone😣😣

You know how you see comments like "oh I hear sumn puring😼😼" that was me.

Literally as soon as that man came on the screen I was like 'oh... *gulp*... why my pussy thumpin--'

Like bro is saying the most horrifying, terrible shit and I'm like

I'd literally let that man do unspeakable things to me.

Quartus was introduced in the second to last chapter of book four so in the last chapter yk when Secondus was introduced literally as soon as he popped up on the screen I was like "Hi daddy😋" OUT LOUD‼ LIKE I SAID THAT SHIT‼

IM SO FUCKING DELUSIONAL YALL IM SO MENTALLY ILL ABOUT HIM

Bro said this —THIS EXACT SCREENSHOT TOO- and I was like... I need to fuck him right this minute😋😋

Yall I'd let him face fuck me until I throw up all over it.

I'd literally let him ruin me.

Tear me the fuck apart.

I'm but a hole.

I'd literally let that man use my mouth as a cum dumpster.

My throat is a daycare.

As soon as he has an erection I'm on my fucking knees. Tongue out. Ready to serve. Bent over. Pussy wet. Cock sleeve ready to be filled.

I wanna be fucked.

I want him to fuck me.

Yall do not fucking understand, every and all ounce of decorum just goes straight out the fucking window

He can misgender me and I'd call it degradation bitch I'm moaning louder‼

Slap me around like a whore‼

Quartus: *literally just on the screen*

Listen

I'm not gon lie yall.

I'm so horny rn--

Nah cus look, the gold chain is enough for me.

BUT THE RINGS--⁉️⁉️

IM LITERALLY OUT OF COMMISSION

IM DONE

IM FUCKING DONE

IM SO FUCKING FERAL YALL

no cus--

YALL--

those rings will be covered in cum when hes done with me.

listen--

WHEN HES KNUCKLES DEEP IN MY--

im gonna cry yall.

I want that gold chain swinging in my face while he wrecking my shit up.

That goddamn necklace be slapping me in the face and shit all while hes plowing me into oblivion.

HIS DICK IS SO BIG YALL😭😭

YALL

NAH CUS HIS DICK IS SO BIG YALL IM GOING INSANE

it's so meaty and thick--

MY BRAIN IS BRAINING YALL

Oh I bet it's heavy too--

IM SHORT CIRCUITING

I probably wouldn't even be able to take it🤭🤭

It's like shoving a sausage into a key hole😳

He'd make it fit tho😋(by force)

Yall lucky I'm flexible, bro would break my fucking back

Fortunately for me I have scoliosis so my back would hurt either way😼😼

HE HAS BOOBS YALL

BIG BEEFY BOOBIES MMMFFHSHSHIWHENDMDKDHDHD--

I'm not okay.

I'm so unwell yall🤒

This how you know I'm gone😵💫💫

Cus all self respect I ever had for myself just goes flying out the windows poof💨 gone

It's not even like bro is morally grey, bro is just evil and I fuck with it😋

I wanna fuck w/ him👁👁

I wanna fuck him.

Yall I think I been celibate for too long-- LMFAOO--

Cus yall I want him so bad

I need him to be injected into my bloodstream(sexual)

Literally toss me arround like a slut😵

I will be nothing if not a concubine for him.

Quartus can literally break all my bones and I'd cum.

Like it's crazy

I'd drink his cum like a fucking milkshake yummy

Fill me up daddy😩😩

Me when he's done w/ me:

I'm not okay yall

Like I'm so out of sorts rn😣✨

He can kill me and I'd just like "harder daddy😋😋" like I'm so fucking crazy

Like bro literally showed up on screen and worked his way into my fucking prefrontal cortex.

This man makes my mars sign go haywire like I'm so fucking horny for him😣😣

Yall I think I need a lobotomy--

Like I need to fixed

I'm so not normal

I'm not okay

I'm so fucking unwell

I need Quartus literally inside my body.

I'm literally just a vessel. A hole. A pussy.

Bro showed up on the screen and made me his bitch.

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[CN] S2 Gavin and MC in Chapter 19 (Part Two)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers from Season 2 🍒

My focus is on Gavin x MC interactions, so content relating to the plot will be in bullet-points :>

Part One: here

[ Notable Scene: Infiltrating the STF ]

MC: ...but aren’t you relieved from your duties?

Gavin seems to guess the words I haven’t said, and he lets out a soft, unnatural cough.

Gavin: I know every patrolling post in the STF, patrol timings and angles of the surveillance cameras. I can ensure that we’d get in successfully without anyone noticing. However, since I only saw his face from four years ago...

MC: I’ll go with you. As long as I see his face, I can point him out to you.

Gavin has a teasing smile in his eyes, perhaps seeing the urgency written on my face.

Gavin: In that case, let’s go for a walk in STF tonight.

-

Late at night, Gavin and I infiltrate the STF through an outer wall.

Pale moonlight outlines a misty halo around him, softening his edges.

He finds an open window with ease. Lifting me up, he lets me jump through the window before leaping in himself.

This appears to be a utility room.

MC: Captain Gavin’s really good at this.

Gavin: This is the STF. I won’t bump into anyone even with my eyes closed, much less the walls.

Before Gavin finishes speaking, Tang Chao walks in with a bowl of instant noodles, a wicked smile on his face while he pushes the door open.

Tang Chao: Instant noodles must be eaten on the sly. Otherwise, I might-

When Tang Chao sees Gavin, he pauses in his footsteps.

In this short span of time, we look at each other speechlessly, the only thing left being the steam rising from the instant noodles.

All of a sudden, Tang Chao rolls his eyes, his body doing a 180 degree turn. With the instant noodles in hand, he steps out of the door before closing it.

Gavin: ...

MC: ...didn’t you say you wouldn’t bump into anyone even with your eyes closed?

Moonlight streams in from the window, illuminating the side of his face clearly. I turn my head stiffly, watching as his Adam’s apple bobs slightly.

Gavin: Tang Chao is slacking off.

Tang Chao’s slightly frantic voice can be heard indistinctly.

Tang Chao: Since Captain hasn’t been around, there were changes to the duty roster... Please save me. That was so awkward. Oh no, I don’t want to run laps...

I stare at Gavin quietly. His expression has returned to normal, as though nothing happened.

Gavin: It’s okay, let’s continue.

Gavin listens to the surroundings calmly. After a moment, he pulls me out of the utility room.

Suddenly, a set of uniform footsteps can be heard from behind us.

STF Agent: ...

Even before we can turn, the regular footsteps turn into small, scattered steps, akin to busy bees fleeing in disarray. The surroundings slowly return to silence.

MC: Have we been completely exposed...?

With a soft cough, a reddish hue climbs up the tips of Gavin’s ears.

Gavin: It doesn’t count if we aren’t caught. 

Eli (through the speakers): Hey hey hey.

Eli’s voice suddenly drifts from the STF’s broadcast speakers. Gavin carefully pulls me over to hide in a shadowy corner of the corridor.

Eli (through the speakers): ...due to some indescribable reasons, all the surveillance cameras in the STF will take a break for 15 minutes. If a certain colleague wishes to go somewhere or do something, please do so quickly.

Gavin: ...

MC: Pfft.

Seeing Gavin’s slightly speechless expression, I can’t help but laugh aloud.

This person is protected by many people who are unafraid of anything, isn’t he?

After this, we occasionally bump into familiar faces. However, they seem to have made a prior arrangement, and choose to ignore us.

Gavin seems to hesitate on whether he should make an explanation, but it eventually turns into one sigh after another.

In the end, we “very successfully” step into the room with the “Eye in the Sky” system.

Using the system, Gavin retrieves footage from the football match, and MC is able to identify the wheelchair-bound man, Du Wen

Gavin then searches up information on him as well as his approximate whereabouts

The both of them find him in a small alley

He admits that he’s the founder of the Fulcrum Charity Organisation, and has been assisting Gray Rhino in whatever he can

He claims that he means them no harm. To prove this, he allows MC to read his memories

Although they find the circumstances too convenient and deliberate, MC reads his memories because why not

She notices that certain memories have been stored in a misty bubble, just like the “firewall” she installed for Gavin earlier

Still, she searches for memories from the New Years Change Incident

She "sweeps” these memories into her own mind, and confirms that he’s indeed a victim of the incident

Gavin asks how he should contact Du Wen in the future, and the latter says he’d appear during a safe time

Once they leave, MC tells Gavin that they can use the Golden Apple 2 to display the memories she saw

Gavin says that Du Wen’s words aren’t trustworthy, but at least they have some leads that could further guide them to the truth

The next afternoon, MC learns from Kiki that the exhibition hall will be re-opening the next day. So she contacts Gavin and plan to sneak into it that same night

When she arrives, there’s someone else with Gavin - an elderly man with a missing left arm

She finds him familiar

[ Notable Scene: MC meets Captain Yan ]

Gavin: MC, this is the old policeman, Captain Yan. Today, he’s mainly here to cover for us. Captain Yan, this is...

Captain Yan: No need for introductions. You’ve mentioned her many times.

Before I can express my shock, Captain Yan sends me a warm gaze.

Captain Yan: MC, we met once at the hospital. I always hear your name from this young lad, so I’m pretty familiar with you.

Captain Yan smiles teasingly, then gives Gavin a meaningful look.

Captain Yan: If he ever bullies you, remember to tell me. As his senior, I’ll give him a proper scolding.

MC: O-okay! Thanks, Uncle Yan.

Gavin: Cough. We’ll leave the pleasantries for next time. We should go now.

With this, Gavin speeds up and walks forward, a faint red hue climbing up the tips of his ears.

Seeing Captain Yan’s grin, I hurriedly lower my head and follow after him.

MC: Gavin, wait for me!

With Captain Yan keeping watch, MC and Gavin use the Golden Apple 2

In the simulated memories of the New Years Change Incident, Gavin notices post-injection bruises on Du Wen’s hand

Du Wen and those around him don’t seem to know what’s going on, but they’re frightened due to the sounds of gunshots and explosions outside

A handful of Evolvers revolt, but are shot to death by officers dressed in NW uniforms

Du Wen flees, and the both of them follow after him

In the end, they watch as a beam crushes the lower part of Du Wen’s body

At the same time, a drone in the simulation appears to take aim at MC

[ Notable Scene: Gavin’s Protection ]

Gavin: MC!

An urgent exclamation drifts to my ears. Turning to the voice, I see Gavin lunging towards me involuntarily.

Those amber eyes grow large in front of me. In the next second, I’m enveloped in Gavin’s arms.

My cheek is pressed tightly to his chest, and powerful heartbeats echo at my ear.

His heart is beating very quickly - so quickly that my heart subconsciously matches its frequency.

“Thump thump. Thump thump. Thump thump.”

It’s as though these powerful heartbeats are the only things left in the entire world.

In every difficult or dangerous situation, I’m always able to hear this sound.

It’s as though they have melded into my bloodstream, becoming a kind of instinct.

Gavin: It’s fine, there's no need to leave the system.

Gavin’s hand is by his ear. After stating his judgement calmly, he looks at me.

Gavin: Are you okay?

MC: Gavin, this is fake.

Gavin: Mm. But my body seems to have reacted a little faster than my brain.

His amber eyes reflect the blood-coloured sky, filled with worry and fret that he hasn’t had the time to shed off.

Gavin: Whether it’s real or an illusion, I don’t want you to get hurt in front of me.

MC: But they would simply pass through my body.

Gavin: Not even if they pass through.

He speaks unyieldingly.

MC: Okay, whatever you say.

Gavin: Let’s get out of here.

They continue looking at the chaos and hear the sounds of crying and screaming

Gavin appears composed, but the fingertips holding onto MC are quivering, as though he's barely suppressing his anger at the injustice before him

The scene shifts, and what appears before them is a NW laboratory

Du Wen has thick tubes stuck all over him, and he’s submerged in a gigantic apparatus

MC traces that the memory is from 2 months prior to the New Years Change Incident

A senior official from NW walks in, and he seems to be in charge of a secret experiment

[ Notable Scene: Gavin and MC’s Future Father-in-law]

His eyes are steadfast and icy, as though nothing can sway him.

And nothing can destroy or obstruct him.

Gavin stands rooted to the spot. He watches as the man draws closer and closer to himself-

And walks straight through him.

Gavin has already matured into someone whose height is on par with his. They have incredibly similar features, and they even share an identical straight and powerful gait.

However, Gavin doesn’t turn around. His entire body remains stiff until the world gradually gathers into a patch of darkness.

He doesn’t move. The faint white light causes him to look pale.

Slowly, he lowers his head, covering his eyes.

I stand behind him, not saying a word.

That senior official is Gavin’s father.

Once they’re out of the Golden Apple 2, Captain Yan notices how solemn Gavin looks

Gavin takes Captain Yan and MC to a simple apartment to talk

Gavin fills Captain Yan in on what they saw

Captain Yan and Gavin start discussing what happened, and MC heads over to the window to look at the view despite the best view being Gavin

Gavin brings up the laboratory, and Captain Yan asks if he saw “that person”. Gavin grits his teeth and says, “I saw him.”

[ Notable Scene: The End of Chapter 19 ]

Gavin: MC, I’ll send you home.

By the time Gavin comes up from behind me, Captain Yan has already left.

I notice Gavin’s tense lower jaw. He seems to be doing his best to appear natural in front of me.

To appear as though he doesn’t care.

Seeing this person before me, I feel my heart being clenched tight.

MC: Gavin, I want to go somewhere before heading home. Could you accompany me?

-

When we leap over the walls of Loveland High, confusion flashes across his eyes.

The gentle evening breeze brushes his fringe, and his figure is immersed in patches of moonlight.

It’s been a very long time since I last returned to this place. But images from this place always surface in my mind.

The field, the stairs, the roof, the gymnasium late at night, and the infirmary.

During that period of time I had re-lived, I wanted nothing more than for time to move a little faster.

So that I’d be able to reach that day when I could walk over to him a little sooner.

However, this year, I’m reluctant to let time pass by as quickly. 

During the time in which the wind blew by, that young man filled all my memories related to youth.

That’s how reluctant I am.

That’s why I’ve been walking slowly on purpose. Even so, in just the blink of an eye, he disappeared in the breeze of youth.

Pulling on Gavin’s hand, we walk along the field, and walk into the depths of the forest behind the school.

MC: Gavin, I think you’re angry.

I turn my head to the side to look at him. Gavin simply furrows his brows slightly, and it’s clear that he feels a little uneasy.

MC: You don’t need to pretend that nothing’s bothering you in front of me. Anger isn’t something you should feel ashamed of.

Gavin: I...

He opens his mouth, but something sews it up again.

A fierce wind suddenly rises, causing countless fallen leaves to swirl in the air.

They are reminiscent of incessant, agonised screams.

Gavin: I... just can’t understand. There are clearly many other methods. There are many other choices.

His words are blended into the wind, suppressed and pained.

I don’t turn my head to look at his expression. I simply stand beside him quietly, our fingers interlaced together, standing in the middle of the fierce gale.

With the flow of time, the fierce gale becomes calmer. In the end, it morphs into a gentle breeze, brushing our fringes.

Gavin: MC, thank you.

I shake my head, turning my head towards him.

MC: Gavin, do you know something? The reason why I brought you back here was to tell you that I hope your beautiful memories won't simply be confined to high school. Beautiful things should continue, and never end.

While saying this solemnly, my heart speeds up uncontrollably.

Gavin’s pupils quiver slightly, and he squeezes my hands tightly.

Gavin: Thank you.

Very softly, he repeats these words.

MC: Let’s walk around a little more before heading home.

I chuckle happily, my footsteps becoming incomparably lighter.

All of a sudden, my palm feels empty -

It’s as though Gavin released my hand.

Feeling puzzled, I turn around to find that Gavin had simply shifted his hand behind his back.

MC: What’s wrong?

Gavin: ...nothing.

When the girl’s confusion is dispelled and she continues walking forward, Gavin lowers his head to look at his vanished right arm, his expression composed.

As compared to his right hand disappearing the last time, the scope seems to have grown larger this time.

Gavin follows behind the girl calmly, contemplating quietly.

His time might be shorter than he imagined.

Gavin chuckles softly, the corners of his lips hooking upwards slowly.

Gavin: MC.

I pause in my footsteps and turn around, realising that we’re several footsteps apart.

MC: Gavin, what’s wrong?

Gavin: I just received news from Captain Yan. I might have to leave for a while.

MC: So suddenly?

Gavin: Sorry. After sending you home, I’ll set out.

He looks at me apologetically, as though suppressing something once again.

-

After returning home, I quickly remove my shoes and rush to the window to search for that figure.

Guessing that I’d do this, Gavin doesn’t leave immediately. He stands downstairs, waiting for me.

A gust of wind burrows in through the window, as though carrying with it slight reluctance as it makes gentle twirls around me again and again.

I lean my palm against the glass, wanting to say another farewell to him.

MC: Gavin, you must return safely.

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Kinktober Day 5. Aphrodisiac : Pleasurable Test | Overhaul

Day 5: Aphrodisiac

Title: Pleasurable Test

Pairing: Overhaul x F!Reader

Count: 2.2k

Summary: You needed to make ends meet, and so you go to subject yourself to a testing center that will pay. Turns out, you’ve signed yourself up for way more than you expected. You should really read the fine print.

Warnings: Noncon, syringe, aphrodisiac, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, yandere, sadist overhaul

Note: It’s finals week and definitely starting to hit me. Also, thanks for all of the support! If you’d like to be tagged for my kinktober fics, dm me! My inbox is open~

You snarled behind your gag at the man in the lab coat, who was currently coming at you with another needle. When he stepped close, you managed to kick the shot away.

“You can’t even handle one little girl. Pathetic.” A voice you haven’t heard before chides. A man wearing a plague mask and rather large coat with purple feathers stepped in. You could barely see him from where you’re restrained on the operating table. He snaps gloves onto his his, his eyes glaring at the subordinate. “And now that needle is filthy.”

“I’m so sorry sir!” you could see the sweat from the doctor, his face pailing. “She kicked me and it went flying!”

“Begone. I do not wish to hear your excuses.”

“Yes sir.” The guy practically runs from the room.

The man levels his gaze on you, judging.

You quirk an eyebrow at him, challengingly.

You’ve been here for a week. It was supposed to be one test, in which you got paid for. You took it because money was tight and you needed to pay rent. Little did you realize they would keep you kidnapped and subject to their devices because you were the “perfect candidate”.  Your fear has practically been pushed aside by your anger. For a week they’ve been sticking you with needles, running “tests”, keeping you on the edge of functioning. All you had left was your anger and attitude.

“What a nuisance.” The man sighs. His dark eyes scan your barely clothed body.

Quicker than you can move, the man has your legs pinned down, fastened in place just like your arms and neck are. A gasp of shock careens past your lips, silenced by the gag.

“That’s better.” He moves over to the counter where the equipment lays. He turns his back towards you. “Do you know who I am?”

“Well, I assume you’re the one in charge of these monkeys. Do you know who I am?” You bite at him.

“I am Kai Chisaki. You will address me as Overhaul.” He turns slowly, an intense look in his eyes that makes your skin crawl. “I know plenty about you. You are a quirkless individual. Your blood type is AB negative. You’re allergic to penicillin. You’ve lived in this city your whole life. I know you were adopted at the age 5. You had a kidney transplant at the age 12.”

“Your parents were brutally murdered when you were in high school by a villain attack. I know that the villain attack was actually a target for your father’s brother because he made some bad deals with the yakuza.” He grabs a needle and begins to mix a mystery pink liquid into it. You’re shaking by now. How does he know so much?  “You dropped out of high school quickly after, and less than two years later sold most of your adoptive parent’s belongings, and then the house.”

Overhaul takes deliberate and slow steps towards you, tapping the air bubbles out of the needle. “You moved into a seedy little apartment in the middle of town. You work at a small bar across from the noodle shop in the bad part of town because it was the only place that would hire you. This month you couldn’t make ends meet so you showed up here.”

A gloved hand drops onto your arm, thumb soothing over the prominent vein of yours. “And most importantly, I know your name isn’t actually Nakaya Kosuke. You, Miss (y/n), have quite the extensive history.”

You jerk hard at hearing your birth name. No one should know! Only your adoptive parents, who as he stated were dead, and the lawyer that erased your identity knew.

You try to speak through the gag, your words hushed.

An amused dark chuckle falls from him. “Oh, my apologies, did you want to speak?”

You nod your head.

His eyebrows raise, as if debating it. Finally, he unties the back of your gag. You spit it out, breathing in deeply. “Careful now, say something I don’t like and I’ll put it back on. Or I’ll remove your tongue.”

“Why am I here?”

He hums. “You are special. Did you know that your blood type is extremely rare?”

You clench your teeth, glaring at this cocky son-of-a-bitch. “I did.”

“Well, fortunately for us, your blood type was exactly what we’ve been looking for in our experiment. It’s extremely hard to come by a willing participant, too.”

“I’m not willing. I signed up for a test. One.”

His chuckle is light, and his eyes are wide with sadistic mirth. “No. You actually signed up until there was one successful test. So far, none of them have been such. It would appear someone didn’t read the fine print.”

Oh. Oh god. Did you really?

“No worries. You will be fully compensated. Well-” His eyes narrow. “If you live.”

Overhaul begins to prep the vein in your arm. “See, quirks are filthy. Those heroes parading around their quirks are but vermin on this earth. Pathetic. But you - no, you’re corrupted like those who roam the streets. Your blood is pure. Your genes are clean. You and I are far more similar than you might think, y/n.“

“What are you going to do to me?” Fear is fully controlling your mouth now. You shiver as he sanitizes the area he plans on injecting you.

“I have reason to believe that your blood will be the perfect capsule to carry my new invention. It’s a device that will remove the quirks of those who come in contact with it.” The look in his eyes turned wild, excited. You shiver. “My parents were ripped away from me, too. Those heroes did nothing to save them. Yet, they parade around the world as if we, the common folk, owe them. Not for long. Now, don’t make too much of a noise; I’d rather not have to remove your tongue.”

The prepped needle’s cap comes off, and the metal slides into your skin. You whimper, looking away as Overhaul begins to press its contents into your bloodstream. As quick as it began, it ended. He wipes away the lone blood drop before pressing a bandaid against you.

“Normally I would never dream of coming so close to an individual. But you are different from the filth filling this world.” Gloved hands grab your chin, turning you to look into his eyes. “You’re pure. Perfect. And I plan on taking full advantage of that, my sweet Y/N.”

Tears burn your eyes, your lip trembling. You finally let your body relax. This time you were truly fucked. He pulls his hand away, throwing away the needle tip of the syringe. You watch him walk away, back to the counter where he removes his gloves and washes his hands and arms.

A warmth began to fill your system. You shoot a concerned look at Overhaul. It was like your body was warming up from the inside out, your blood beginning to boil. A feverish sweat was spreading over every inch of you. “Something’s wrong.” You croak out.

Overhaul turns back to glance at you, sweaty and blushed. A mild look of intrigue covers his face. “Oh?”

“It’s burning me.” You whine.

Your body is completely uncomfortable now. The warmth feels … different. Wrong even.

“Explain to me what is happening.” He dries his hands leisurely, watching you from across the room before putting on a new, clean pair of rubber gloves.

“I’m hot. It feels like my blood is boiling. I -” you whimper as the slightest movement of your head increases the feeling tenfold. “Please make it stop.”

Overhaul takes his time as he walks back over to you. He runs a finger over your pulsepoint. The single touch sends a wave of pleasure crashing through you, a moan following. “How interesting.”

You’re mortified and confused. You wish you could rub your thighs together at the uncomfortable feeling between them.

“I see now. The molecular constructs of those two vials creates an aphrodisiac.”

You pinch your eyes shut as his single digit drags down your arm, over the hospital gown you have. The thin fabric is too much. It feels as if it’s weighing you down and making it that much harder to breathe.

“I suppose I should relieve you. It’ll be the only way to collect your blood at the right molecular compounds,” He muses to himself, talking out loud as if you’re not there.

Overhaul pulls off the glove on his left hand. “If I hadn’t reassembled you already, I would let you suffer until the side effects wear off. But, because of me, you really are clean. You should thank me.”

Not knowing what to say, you watch the man through your watery tears. He presses his bare hand on your stomach. If you weren’t being restrained, you would have arched into his hand, moaning loud as pleasure floods your core.

When he removes his hand, your whole body shivers as air nips your bare skin. How? “Wh-what?”

He chuckles. “My quirk.”

You watch as Overhaul steps around your pinned body, coming close to your wet sex.

“What a mess you’ve made. Disgusting.” Despite his words, he runs his gloved hand up your right leg, stopping at the stop below your belly button. You can feel your walls flutter.

A choked out “Please,” tumbles from your lips. You’re so turned on it hurts. Your brain can’t think straight anymore.

You moan loudly as a single finger strokes your dripping lips. You roll your hips as best as you can to get more friction. He lets out a proper laugh at your discomfort, sliding his single digit past your folds.

“So needy. What would you do without me? If I wasn’t here to relieve you?”

Your walls flutter around his digit as he runs his finger against your inside. The burning in your blood only seems to increase at the slight relief. “Please, Overhaul please!”

At your pitiful begging, he slides another finger in, stretching your walls. He works the two digits in a slow and methodical pace, scissoring you. You whine and cry, grinding your hips into his fingers. When he curls the two fingers and strokes the spongy spot inside you, a coil snaps, and you cum hard around him.

He doesn’t stop, continuing to pump his fingers inside you. You moan as you come down from your high.

The heat inside dims for the barest of moments before firing back up with a vengeance.

“Did that make you feel better?” He mocks, putting more force behind his motions.

You gasp as the coil of pleasure begins again. “It hurts! I need more, please!”

“Patience, little one. You’ll get your release. Soon, you’ll be begging me to stop.”

As if to prove his point, he uses his thumb to stroke your clit hard. Your walls flutter and drip around his gloved fingers as you feel yourself close to the crest again. “Oh - Oh, oh please!” You wail.

“Cum again, pet.”

You do. Your walls spasm as you tip over, shaking in your restraints as a sigh leaves you.

He doesn’t stop. The fire inside is rapidly dwindling, and you flinch at the touch.

“Oh, are you sensitive already?” He muses. “It won’t last long.”

True to your words, the fire picks up again. You sob as his touch hurts. It hurts yet is relieving you too. Tears stream down your face as you’re overstimulated, but the heat is still there.

“It's almost over. Hold on just a bit longer.”

Overhaul fingers you faster, making the coil of pleasure twist quicker and harder than the last two orgasms. You sob as you near the edge again.

“Last one. Give me one more. Cum over my fingers.”

“I can’t!” You cry out, rocking your hips into his fingers despite what you say.

“You can. And you will.” You can hear the squelching as his fingers target your g-spot, his thumb rolling your clit hard. “Cum again y/n.”

A scream rips from your throat as you’re forced over the edge of another orgasm. Your entire body tenses, and white fills your eyes. Overhaul drags his fingers out of you slowly, making you wince from the overstimulation. He tears the glove covered in cum off of his hand before sliding a new set on.

Panting hard, you come down again, body relaxing. Your blood no longer feels like you’re being boiled alive.

You flinch as a syringe is forced into your arm, and watch in sick curiosity as he draws blood from you. Even the touch of the needle makes you quiver, your entire body too sensitive for touch.

“Shh, it’ll be okay. You did so well.”

You moan, shaking as he places a bandage over your skin again. Your head swims as black dots at the edge of your vision.

You look up at him, and can tell even from behind his mask that he’s smiling. “I’ll be back tomorrow. Rest well, pet.”

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Taming of the Bridezilla | Seokjin

→ summary: Picture this: You had been (not-so) cordially invited to the wedding of your least favorite cousin—a woman who had been hellbent on making your childhood a living hell. Now older and wiser, you would think that you would put aside your differences and attend your cousin’s special day without any hard feelings, right? You wouldn’t seek revenge, now would you?

→ genre: fake dating!au, i2l, humor/crack, fluff  → warnings: seokjin and oc paradoxically have big yet small brains, fake proposals, not-so fake mutual pining, thinly veiled baby-making jokes, terrible family members, ass slapping (no worries it’s consensual) → words: 6.3K → a/n: first of all, no this is not a horror fic; i just thought the title was funny. unless you consider the stupidity of the characters to be mildly horrifying, then sure you can count this as a horror fic. this insanely ridiculous fic was commissioned by @breadoffoxy!! anyone who loves chaotic jin is an angel in my book. yes, this comm is a bit longer than expected but what can i say... i love me some jin. anyway i hope you guys enjoy!

“You got the ring, right?”

Seokjin pats his left breast pocket and gives you a quick smirk. The bump where the ring should be is fortuitously hidden by his large and garish boutonniere, looking to all the world like he had pinned a whole head of cabbage to his suit. Even then, he still somehow manages to make it work. “Of course I did. This entire plan would be useless if I didn’t have it,” he says.

“What flavor did you get? I quite like the watermelon one,” you muse, smacking your lips in anticipation. “Though it’s hard to remember since I haven’t had a ring pop in years.”

Seokjin laughs loudly, startling a group of aunties gossiping in the corner. They all shoot glares at him, though the effect has lost its novelty as they’ve already been glaring at you from the moment you arrived. You suppose that they have a good reason to, considering that you both arrived at the reception an entire 30 minutes late. You can imagine them cursing you under their breath, saying something like, “You’ve brought dishonor to us all!” or whatever it is that aunties like to say these days.

“I could have gotten you all the flavors available at the convenience store if you wanted, but then we’d be 40 minutes late instead,” Seokjin sighs, pretending to be anguished at the thought.

You snort in the most unladylike manner that you can, grinning wildly when you hear one of the aunties gasp in horrified disbelief. From the way they’re reacting, you might have thought that you just flashed them your Borat-inspired neon green thong.

“I do love a man who can treat me well,” you giggle, earning a soft pinch from him.

“Oh, hush. I know you love it. You nearly burst into tears the other day when I bought you a McFlurry because your broke ass was a dollar short,” Seokjin teases. You squawk indignantly, unable to come up with a retort.

“Whatever! Just because you’re a trust fund baby doesn’t mean you get to bully my impoverished state. Just you fucking wait ‘til I get hit by a wealthy 77 year old’s BMW and then I’ll be made for life,” you huff, your illusion of annoyance quickly shattered by the large, dumb grin on your face. “Hey, would you still love me if I broke all my limbs but had a massive bank account?”

“I’d rather buy you McDonald’s for the rest of your life than see you in pain,” he answers simply, patting you gently on the head. “Though I suppose helping you inject thousands of calories into your bloodstream would also cause you pain later on in life, but hey, at least you’d go down doing what you love.”

“Oh, yes. Keep talking dirty to me. I love it when you talk about the ways you’d kill me by association.” You laugh, casually looping your arms together as you walk past the slowly growing crowd of aunties and entering the reception hall to find your seats. Almost everyone is already in their seats, with a few guests milling about and greeting one another with tight-lipped smiles and hollow laughter. The sight brings goosebumps up your arm, bringing back terrible memories of having to make niceties with these people despite knowing that they despised you and your less affluent family.

Remember, you’re only here as a representative for your parents, you tell yourself. You’d rather bear the brunt of the thinly-veiled insults than to have your parents have to experience this hell. Besides, you have big plans for today, and they would only be brought to an end if your mother ever found out what you wanted to do in the first place.

“As they say… We’re here for a good time, not a long time, which I suppose is our philosophy for tonight as well,” he quips back. He taps you lightly on the hand, wrenching your gaze away from the magnificent chocolate fountain on the dessert table and back to his somewhat less magnificent face. A straight-up lie, but it is the only defense mechanism you have in your arsenal that can keep you from staring at how gorgeous he looks in his suit and tie like a braindead idiot. Denial, after all, hasn’t failed you during the last five years that you’ve been in love with your own best friend.

“What is it?” you ask, curious when he furtively points out one of your cousins near the front of the hall. “That’s Namjoon. Do you know him?”

“Know is a strong word,” Seokjin hums, winking at your cousin when he happens to turn towards the two of you. Namjoon’s eyes light up when he sees him, but his excitement immediately vanishes when he notices who Seokjin has beside him on his right arm. You could see the mental cogs going on inside Namjoon’s head as he stares at the two of you, but you don’t get to see him reach a conclusion before Seokjin is pulling you away, walking in the opposite direction.

“Seokjin? What was that all about?” you ask, though you have to admit you’re kind of afraid to know the answer to your own question. As much as everything about tonight’s scheme had been your idea, you can’t help but think that Seokjin’s intense enthusiasm to help you isn’t merely out of his own desire to help you as a friend, but rather due to his innate calling to cause chaos wherever he goes.

“I have a secret bonus surprise for the bride and groom once we get kicked out from this joint after we do our thing,” he says. “And, dare I say, it’ll be quite a treat for all the guests here.” The smirk on his lips is downright heinous, only exacerbating the frantic racing of your heart. There must be something wrong with you, not with how badly you want to do unspeakable atrocities to him and his evil-looking ass. Or perhaps he was simply put down on Earth to test your slowly fraying sanity.

He snaps you out of your dumbfounded, horny stupor when he continues, “If everything goes according to plan, then we’ll truly end this night with a bang, no pun intended.”

“What was even the pun there?” You raise a brow, slightly disconcerted by the way Seokjin was struggling to keep his laughter (at his own joke) at bay. “You know what? Don’t even answer. I guess I’ll just have to find out later tonight.”

After some pointless meandering while the two of you locate your seats, you are finally able to locate your table, unsurprisingly situated near the farthest corner of the hall where no one would have to see you. You’re honestly more surprised that your newly-wedded cousin had even remembered to give you a seat, though you suppose that it must have been at the behest of your uncle. While your devil of a cousin has always been rude and cruel to you, you have to admit that at least her father knew some manners, though that only begs the question as to what happened to his daughter along the way. Genetics and expensive etiquette classes can only help so much, you suppose.

“Thank you again for doing this with me. You really didn’t need to,” you say when you take a seat, nearly elbowing him in the process. Your chairs are wedged right beside the emergency exit and a grotesque ice sculpture of the bride and groom, forcing the two of you to sit so close that you could feel Seokjin breathe directly into your ear. If you shifted just slightly to the right, you’d basically be sitting on his lap (which is a prospect that intrigues you greatly, but you refrain from voicing it in fear of creeping him out… for now).

“How could I ever resist the offer to ruin your cousin’s wedding? This has been on my bucket list for years,” he winks cheekily at you. “Besides, you’re my dearest friend, Y/N. You could ask me to fight a bear naked, and I’d gladly let it eat my dick in one chomp!”

“I wouldn’t let a bear eat your dick,” you say kindly, patting him gently on the back. “You can’t afford to lose an inch when you only have two to offer.”

Before you could laugh hysterically at Seokjin’s howls of betrayal, your attention is pulled away when the soft violin music stops playing abruptly. From far away, it’s hard to tell what’s going on until you notice a bright light reflecting off of the sea of attendees, the balding head of the reception’s host bobbing up and down as he makes his way to the front of the hall.

“Attention esteemed guests! We will now begin serving dinner shortly. Please remain in your seats as our waiters attend to you.” The host speaks into a crackly microphone just as a few scraggly-looking underpaid teenagers in black dress shirts come out with the first course of the night.

Seokjin cranes his neck, trying to see what the food is. “What the hell is that? Why does it look like green shit in a bowl?” he murmurs, loud enough so that only you can hear. “I didn’t know your cousin was a Dr. Seuss fan. Are we being served green eggs and ham?” Before you can guess, you watch as his nose crinkles in disgust, a vile stench making its way to your area even though none of the waiters were even close to your table. “Oh my goodness, is that stench what we’re supposed to eat?”

“Smells like a barnyard,” you comment, though you aren’t as surprised as he is by the revolting smell. “Well, my cousin always did like making atrocious vegan recipes on her shitty WordPress blog, so I wouldn’t put it past her if she made up the menu for her own wedding.”

“She’s a vegan and a bully? What are the odds,” he says drily, cringing when he watches one of the guests begin to dry heave the moment a spoonful of the green stuff enters their mouth. “Christ. I didn’t know I was signing up for a life or death mission.”

“At this rate, I don’t think we’re getting served until the end of the night anyway,” you say, observing as the understaffed employees tried their best to get to every table while insufferable aunts did their worst to hinder their progress by nagging and complaining. Why were they so adamant about eating the food anyway? Were they itching to get diarrhea on a Saturday night? You do admit that it would probably be better, so then at least you’d have an excuse to leave earlier. “Though I suppose... Do you think eating the mystery goo while it’s cold would be better or worse?”

“It’s okay, I’ll treat you to McDonald’s when we finish up here,” he says, smiling sweetly at you. Never in your life has the mention of greasy fries and chicken nuggies made your heart race faster than it did at that moment, but then again, it could also be your high-blood pressure kicking up. Either way, you can’t ignore the way your face heats up at his offer, now more excited than ever for the reception to be over.

You and Seokjin chat as you wait for everyone around you to finish eating, not even bothered when the waiters forget to bring your food. You’re in the middle of debating the pros and cons of cock and ball torture when large dark shadows loom over both your heads, much like a solar eclipse. A cold shiver runs up your spine when you look up to find the reptilian faces of your aunts, the fumes of their designer perfume creating a cloud so noxious that you could feel your lungs shrivel into prunes.

“Hello, Y/N. It’s nice to see you after such a long time,” your Aunt Sohee greets, her tone indicating that there was nothing pleasant about seeing you at all. Your aunt, who had gotten so much botox done that she was reminiscent of a plastic balloon ready to pop, has her entourage of fellow aunties behind her, all of whom looked ridiculous in their fake designer dresses. You swear you can see that one of them had forgotten to snip off the Made in China tag before wearing it to the wedding.

“Aunt Sohee, you’re looking… young,” you say after a moment, deciding to settle on lying for now. Even though your main plan for this evening is to create chaos at your cousin’s wedding, your one condition is that you wouldn’t cause a scene with your aunts. While you are hardly in the running for favorite niece, there is still a 1% chance that you could get some inheritance from them once they hit the grave, so you’ll have to grit your teeth and bear the incoming barrage of personal questions coming your way lest you lose out in the long run.

“Why, thank you. I can’t say the same for you,” she huffs, shamelessly grabbing my cheeks and squishing them like stress balls. She peers sourly at your disfigured face, trying to squint judgmentally at you but failing due to her horrendous plastic surgery. “How old are you? Why do you have so many wrinkles?”

You feel your eyebrow twitch involuntarily, unable to respond even if you wanted due to the gorilla-hold she has on your face. You side-eye Seokjin, who is looking back at you with a blank and calm expression. You had already told him beforehand that you wouldn’t be arguing with your aunts, but that doesn’t mean he’s not allowed to be an asshole.

Being an asshole, after all, is Seokjin’s favorite pastime.

“Hello, Aunties. My name is Kim Seokjin, and I’m Y/N’s long-term boyfriend. She’s told me many good things about you,” he says with a polite smile, his hamster cheeks puffing up in that adorably boyish way. The surrounding aunties all begin to coo at his handsome face (unfair!), but they’re quickly silenced by a sharp glare from your Aunt Sohee. She appraises him, giving him a once over with a pursed lip.

“Long-term boyfriend, huh? Are you sure you aren’t paying her or something? Y/N hasn’t had a boyfriend in years. Her cousins have told me that she’s been too busy with other… extracurricular activities to bother sticking around,” your aunt says snidely, her sneer deepening. She lets go of your face, crossing her arms when she spies the expensive watch on his wrist. “Ah, I see that you’re well-off. I just can’t possibly see why else you’d be staying with her if not for other reasons.”

You can feel your blood pressure rising, the veins on your forehead undoubtedly bulging as you try to suppress your rage. Screw your cousin for spreading a rumor that you’re a whore! It’s as if you were the one sucking guys off in the locker rooms when the two of you were in the second year of high school and not her. You haven’t even had your first proper kiss, for heaven’s sake!

Instead of getting angry, Seokjin’s expression hardly changes at all. His serene smile is still plastered on his face, but only you can tell that he’s even remotely bothered by their rude remarks. You can feel the air around him turn frosty, but your oblivious aunties are still too busy tittering amongst themselves, exchanging insults at your expense.

“Oh, are we that obvious?” Seokjin tilts his head, feigning innocence. Your head jerks towards him, your eyes bugging out of their sockets. What the fuck? “You are so right, Auntie Sohee. I’m sure Y/N must have informed you about our predicament. You see, we’ve—”

“Your predicament?” Aunt Sohee scoffs, interrupting Seokjin mid-speech. “I can’t believe the nerve of this girl, bringing her little boy-toy to the holy matrimony of her cousin—”

“—been trying to produce an heir to the Kim Line for months now,” Seokjin sighs heavily, looking off into the distance with glazed, dreamy eyes. You nearly cough out a lung at his sudden proclamation, about to interject and ask him what on earth he was talking about. Your words die on your tongue, however, when he grips your hand tightly underneath the table. He taps three times on the back of your hand: an old sign that you both made back in high school whenever he was busy bullshitting his way out of trouble.

Luckily, none of your aunts notice your blunder, all of them too occupied trying to wrap their heads around what Seokjin had said. Multiple mouths drop open in surprise and disbelief, including your Aunt Sohee. Her penciled eyebrows arch comically high, her smoothened forehead wrinkling infinitesimally (a feat in itself, for you were sure she had long since lost any ability to move the skin on her face.)

“I beg your pardon?” she whispers, staring daggers at Seokjin.

Then beg, you think to yourself. Judging by the way the corners of Seokjin’s lips lift slightly, you have a strong feeling that he was thinking the same thing to himself. Instead, he says, “Yes, Aunt Sohee. You see, I come from a long line of businessmen. Ever heard of Kim Enterprises.”

Her face turns pale. “You mean… the Kim Enterprises? The one that owns—”

“South Korea’s largest chain of department stores? I’m flattered that you’re familiar,” he winks. He leans forward, gesturing for your aunts to come closer, like he’s imparting state secrets to them. “My older brother, who has been married for quite some time, has chosen to remain childless at the behest of his wife. For that reason, my father put me up to the task of producing an heir for the company.”

“An heir?” your aunt repeats, dumbfounded.

Seokjin nods, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “Yes, it’s quite unfortunate, but it’s a responsibility I’m willing to take. My family is notorious for planning our lives, even for the next 50 years, so I am forever grateful to have Y/N who is willing to bring me multiple potential heirs to my family.”

“Multiple heirs?” Your aunts shriek in unison, causing a few nearby guests to look over at your table in curiosity. You wave at them awkwardly in apology, hoping to get them to ignore the absolute clusterfuck happening right in front of you.

You feel Seokjin kick you gently in the shin, urging you to say something as well. You clear your throat, channeling all the pent-up Seokjin energy that you had indirectly absorbed over the years of being his friend. “That’s right… My Jinnie has always been so lonely, living in his gigantic mansion with his piles of money. He may have never felt the loving touch of his father, but I’m certain that we’ll be great parents to our children. Why, we’re almost like a pair of rabbits when it comes to—”

Aunt Sohee clears her throat abruptly, a deep flush coloring her cheeks as she glares daggers at you. She looks absolutely peeved, and it takes all your mental fortitude to restrain yourself from jumping up in triumph. Take that, wench!

“I have to admit that this is somewhat… unexpected,” your aunt says carefully, pointing a tight smile at Seokjin. He beams back, positively delighted.

“Y/N is quite the catch. I’m grateful to have her in my life,” he says, his tone growing soft by the end. He looks at you then, and you find a mysterious emotion floating in his eyes that you can’t quite name. When you blink and try to get a closer look, his careful façade is back in place.

Eventually, your aunts lose interest in you once they realize they can no longer bully you, not when you had an incredibly rich boyfriend to back you up. “Must be nice being a rich boy, huh?” you snicker, teasing the blushing boy beside you. Thanks to his hair growing longer than usual, the tips of his ears are miraculously hidden away. When you brush his hair back, they are as red as a baboon’s ass.

“Oh, shut up. You know I hate flaunting my dad’s money,” he whines, pouting cutely. He fingers the watch on his wrist, staring at it uncomfortably. “This isn’t even my watch. I had to borrow one from my brother.”

“Well, you did it for me, so I suppose it’s not all bad,” you laugh, pinching his cheek lightly. “Plus, it was funny watching my aunts shut up for once. They’re just mad that you’re richer than the groom.”

“Really? What does he do?”

“He’s an entrepreneur.” You snort, emphasizing the word with air quotations. “Honestly, he just calls himself that while he waits for his self-made business to pop off or whatever. No such luck so far, if what I heard was right.”

“Lucky for you, you’re stuck with my devastatingly handsome face and stinkin’ rich bank account,” he jokes, contorting his face into a funny expression until you’re left snorting at his antics. Little does he know, you still would’ve l***d him even if he wasn’t any of those things, but that’d be too cringey to say. What are you, some sort of romantic lead protagonist?

It takes a little bit over an hour for dessert to start getting served, by which point the bride and groom decide to make their rounds to greet the guests. “Don’t you think this is the perfect time to put our plan into motion? The dance floor is open and we should be able to make it to the center without anyone noticing,” he whispers, his breath tickling your neck.

“Yeah, let’s go,” you say, but just as you’re about to get up from your seat, a flurry of white blocks your path in an instant. You startle slightly, falling back to your chair and hitting Seokjin in the chest with a soft grunt. “Shit, sorry about that Seokjin—”

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t my dear cousin,” a voice cuts you off, the disdain in their voice dripping like acid down your ear canals. Your blood freezes instinctively, years of past trauma crashing down on you as your childhood bully stands just inches away from you, her blood-red lips stretched into a broad smirk.

“Kairi,” you greet.

“Y/N,” she responds.

“Seokjin!” Seokjin adds helpfully.

Your cousin turns to him slowly. “Quite right,” she hisses, eyebrows pinched together in thinly-veiled annoyance. “I’ve heard through some whispers that my baby cousin finally managed to snag a rich kid for a boyfriend and I just couldn’t help but let my curiosity drag me over here.” She looks you up and down, snorting at what she sees. “You would think that having a chaebol as a boyfriend would mean you could at least afford a proper dress.”

You glance down at your dress: a hand-me-down from your mother because you couldn’t be bothered to buy a new one, not when you’d rather choke on Satan’s hot fiery balls for all eternity than spend any amount of money just to attend your cousin’s wedding. Despite this, you can’t help your cheeks from heating in embarrassment, an automatic response after years of bullying and torment from that spoiled bitch.

When you don’t reply, Kairi’s smirk widens. “Oh? Cat got your tongue? Sugar daddy couldn’t even be bothered to buy you a dress? While you’re at it, maybe you should ask for a new car too. I’m surprised you even made it here alive in that old metal deathtrap of yours. You’re lucky you were just late to the reception instead of dead on the street.”

You can sense Seokjin staring at you from your right. Your fists are clenched tightly on your skirt, your nails nearly tearing the fabric in your searing rage. Slowly, carefully, Seokjin slips his hands underneath yours—he pries your death grip open until he can lace his fingers in between yours. At once, your anger melts at his tender gesture, your focus pulled away from your cousin and back to him. He thumbs the back of your hand, as if assuring you that he’d handle this himself.

He smiles at Kairi, not a single ounce of kindness in his eyes. “Yes, indeed. It is my mistake entirely for not ordering a dress much sooner. Y/N is so incredibly humble; she’d rather wear a vintage outfit than wear one of those paper-thin dresses from YesStyle that you and your bridesmaids seem to favor,” he sighs, pretending to be pained.

“Paper-thin? YESSTYLE?” Kairi screeches, her voice breaking the sound barrier. You watch in fascination as her skin turns an unflattering ruddy shade.

Unperturbed by her murderous aura, Seokjin prattles on. “Quite right,” he mocks her with her own words, smirking ever so slightly. “Though, I must apologize for being late to the reception. That was my fault as well. My father had a general meeting this morning for all the employees at the company, as he had wanted to announce that I would be the Vice President starting next Monday. We tried to leave sooner, but everyone had been too busy congratulating us,” he apologizes, though not apologetic in the slightest.

Your cousin could cosplay as a walking crack pipe with how much steam was puffing out of her ears. She’s livid, so much so that her fury was preventing her from formulating any sort of comeback. “You—how dare you—I swear on my—” she stutters incomprehensibly, her vulture-like nails tearing her dainty paper-thin skirt into shreds.

Just as she looks about ready to blow, her father comes around to your table. He places a hand delicately on his daughter’s shoulder, immediately understanding the situation when he sees you. “Kairi, I think it’s time for you to greet the rest of the guests. Uncle Iverson said he has a gift for you that simply cannot wait,” he says, doing his best to appease you. He gives you a genuinely regretful look; you shake your head, waving off his concern.

“It was nice seeing you, Kairi. I hope you and your husband will have a wonderful year together,” you say. You gasp exaggeratedly, holding a hand to your heart. “Oh, sorry. I meant to say I hope you have wonderful years together. Pardon my mistake.”

Before the scant amount of brain cells in your cousin’s brain could process your words, her father pulls her away, dragging her to the next table over. Once they’re out of earshot, you heave a sigh of relief. Beside you, Seokjin lets out a laugh that he had been undoubtedly holding in the past few minutes, sounding like a fish gasping for air with how much he is shaking with mirth.

“Fuck, that was hilarious. Did you see how angry she got? Beautiful,” he says, wiping away a stray tear. “Love that for us!”

“Damn. I knew you were good at bullshitting, but even your acting skills almost convinced me,” you whistle lowly, impressed. “You sure you’re not a con-artist in disguise?”

“All good businessmen are con-artists, my young padawan,” he snickers, winking at you. He shrugs. “You get used to dealing with assholes like her when you attend enough rich people parties. Besides, all good lies are rooted in the truth, after all. That’s what my father taught me when I was seven.”

“You must have been a terrible child, then.” You laugh, before realizing what he had just said. “Wait. Rooted in the truth? What does that mean?”

“Oh. Well,” he clears his throat, giggling nervously. He rubs his neck, embarrassed. “I am the vice president of dad’s company now. I just lied about the meeting being this morning. He announced it a day ago or something. Not that it’s a big deal or anything…”

You gawk at him, speechless. Not for the first time in your life, you are once again stunned by the absurdity of the man before you. How did men like him exist outside of cheesy k-dramas? He’s handsome, rich, funny, AND well-mannered? It’s almost like some love-crazed author had penned him into existence for their entertainment.

Seokjin breaks you from your reverie, tapping you thrice on your shoulder. “Shall we go? The dance floor is still empty. It’s now or never.”

You nod excitedly, standing up to head towards the center of the hall. This time, there is no one stopping you as the two of you make your way towards your destination. The lights near the dancefloor are still dimly lit, as most of the lighting is currently focused on the guests as the bride and groom make their rounds to greet everyone. Even if Seokjin got onto his knees right now, only a few people nearby would notice, so you’d have to do something to catch people’s attention.

“This is going to be moderately to highly embarrassing for a few moments, but I think that’s the atmosphere we’re going for, isn’t it?” Seokjin whispers, his mouth embarrassingly close to yours as he holds you gently by the waist. There isn’t a need for him to stand so close to you, but you have to admit his presence is mostly calming—minus the fact that he’s been your crush for five years and he’s going to be fulfilling one of your deepest fantasies in front of your entire extended family. No biggie.

“I suppose so. What are you gonna do to get their attention?” you ask, palms beginning to sweat. Despite this, Seokjin still takes your hands into his own, a small smile on his lips.

“Just watch,” he whispers, before slowly getting down on one knee.

Ba-dump. Here we fucking go.

“My dearest Y/N… The apple of my eye, the straw to my berry, the con to my dom,” Seokjin says, projecting his voice so that it can be heard even above the music. One of the violin players is even startled long enough to stop playing, further causing more heads to turn in their direction. You hear a gasp coming from your left, but you force yourself not to look. Instead, you stare right back into Seokjin’s sweet brown eyes, your heart beating a mile a minute.

This isn’t real… This is just a prank, bro. Get over yourself, you hiss internally, but your heart refuses to listen.

“You’ve been in my life for almost half a decade, and not a day goes by wherein I don’t wonder what it would be like to live the rest of my days with you. In many ways, I wouldn’t be the person I am if it hadn’t been for your presence in my life,” he says. If you look deeper into his eyes, you can almost trick yourself into thinking that they looked wetter than they had just a moment ago.

“Y/N, you are the person I’ve loved for years now. I used to think you didn’t like me as much as I liked you, so I was always scared to pop the question. I had many opportunities to ask, but I suppose tonight just felt like the right moment. I was afraid that if I didn’t do it now, I might never get the chance to ask again, and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I let you slip away out of cowardice.”

For some reason, his words seem almost too real, like he was speaking the truth. You have never doubted his acting skills, but would you be willing to wonder if there was even a small possibility that there was some truth to his tale? You swallow thickly, the need to ask just dangling on the tip of your tongue.

He rifles through his jacket pocket, procuring a small velvet box. He thumbs it almost reverently, his hands shaking slightly, but you can blame that on the nerves from hundreds of people watching you. He takes a deep breath, opening the box with a soft click. “My dearest Y/N… Would you give me the honor of spending the rest of my days with you?”

You feel your breath get knocked out of you in an instant, the genuine adoration in his eyes too much for you to handle. You stammer slightly, too busy staring at him to properly register the loud claps, screams, and hollers all around you. “I… Seokjin… This is…”

“MAKE THEM STOP! SOMEONE KICK THEM OUT RIGHT NOW!” You dimly hear your cousin screaming obscenities somewhere, but you are still too caught up in the moment to care. The world only consists of you and Seokjin—nothing else matters right now.

When you look down at the box in his hands, fully expecting to see a comically large ring pop nestled in its cushions, but instead you find—

You gasp, nearly doubling over in surprise. “Oh my god, Seokjin. Is that a real fucking diamond ring?!”

He shrugs, smiling wryly. “Only the best rocks for the girl who rocks my socks off every night,” he jokes, but his nervousness is palpable. He’s sweating, a drop trailing down the side of his face despite the strong air conditioning.

Oh shit. It hits you right then that his proposal is real. The damned idiot is fucking proposing to you in front of your most hated family members, and he’s proposing to you for real.

“Kim Seokjin, please fucking explain yourself—”

But before he can have the chance to open his mouth, you feel rough hands grab you by the shoulders, pulling you away from him. “I’m sorry I have to do this, ma’am. Bride’s orders,” one of the waiters says, awkwardly escorting you to the exit. When you turn back, you see another waiter pulling Seokjin away as well, the box with the ring still clutched tightly in his hand.

The two waiters deposit you outside the hall, bowing stiffly before heading back into the room. You’re still breathing heavily, the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Seokjin isn’t any better, bent over with his hands on his knees. From your vantage point, you can see how red his entire neck is, his blush reaching even past the collar of his shirt.

“Seokjin…” you trail off, unable to say another word. You’re completely flabbergasted, elated, annoyed, and mostly just mind-fucked because when on earth did Kim Seokjin ever have a crush on you?!

“I’m sorry. That must have been quite a shock,” he coughs out a laugh. He rubs his face, embarrassment rolling off of him in waves. “I just… It was sort of a last-minute decision I made. I’ve been into you for years now, and I know I’m kinda putting you on the spot by proposing like that, but I knew if I didn’t do anything soon, you might just slip away before I can say anything.”

“Wait. So are you really… proposing to me?” You squeak out the last bit, your face mirroring his reddened state.

“No!” He shouts suddenly, before covering his mouth with his palm. “S-sorry, what I mean to say is, it wasn’t really a marriage proposal. It was more like… just a general proposal? I do want to live with you forever, but I know that thought must be daunting and—oh god, I don’t even know if you like me like that, so this must be incredibly weird and out of line. Please excuse me while I shove a cactus up my ass—”

“Seokjin,” you interrupt, silencing his rambling. He clamps his mouth shut. “Are you… asking me out?”

He nods his head. “Yeah…”

“And what you said is true? You actually like me?”

“No, you don’t understand. I love you,” he says, before getting shy again. He looks down at the ring box. “Fuck. This isn’t a real engagement ring, by the way. It’s more like a promise ring, so you don’t have to feel bad for rejecting me.”

“Oh my god, I’m in love with an idiot,” you groan, pulling him into a hug. You nestle into his chest, giggling hysterically into his shirt. “I fucking hate you.”

“Wait, I’m getting mixed signals over here,” Seokjin says, gasping when he feels how tightly you embrace him. He doesn’t complain, however. He returns the gesture in kind, nuzzling deep into your neck. “So, does that mean the feeling is mutual?”

“Yes, you idiot. Now give me my ring.”

“My pleasure, princess.” He laughs, drawing away slightly so that he can slip the ring on your finger. The diamond shines brightly under the fluorescent lights, but nothing brings you more joy than having the boy you love in your arms.

As the two of you are sharing a sweet moment, it takes a second for you to realize that the commotion from inside the venue still hasn’t stopped. When you crane your heads, you spot one of the doors had been left ajar, allowing you to slip your heads through the crack just in time to see Seokjin’s beautiful bare ass being projected onto a large screen.

The musical notes of Rick Astley’s most popular song play loudly on the speakers, drowning out the sounds of the bride screaming bloody murder as the IT people tried their best to sort out the mess. The Seokjin on the screen slaps his ass in time with the tune, his glorious moon-shaped globes shaking mesmerizingly for all to see.

When you look to Seokjin for an explanation, he merely shrugs his shoulders. “They really should do background checks on the people they hire for these things. Taking that one video editing course in university really does pay off, huh?”

“Sure does,” you grin, linking your arms together. “Now let’s get some fucking McDonalds.”

And so, you lived happily ever after—the end.

[step-on-me-natasha]

Blade; chapter 4

summary: Parker "Blade" Wiles, a high ranking SHIELD agent with an aptitude for sharp objects, goes missing. When Blade is found again with a darker and colder demeanor, SHIELD, with the help of The Avengers, are tasked with finding out what happened to their colleague and friend.

OC is ace and uses they/them pronouns

pairing: Natasha Romanoff x OC! reader (Blade)

warnings: injections, blood, if anything else, let me know 

RECAP:

She leaves the room as your eyes start to water. Oh my god. There is no way I'm getting out of this. As you sit there, waiting for what’s going to come next, Nats face pops into your head. And the fact that there is a chance that you’ll never see her again, talk to her, touch her again, makes the tears threatening to fall, fall.

As promised, about 15 minutes later, three lab coats walk into the room you’re in, checking your vitals and making sure all the serum was in your bloodstream. They start rolling you out of the room, assumingly heading towards the super secret lab. I wish I had my journal. My therapist would have a field day with all this new trauma.

You would've said a snarky comment by now, but you were in no mood for that right now. On the bright side, if there was one, it’s not any of your teammates in this situation. Especially Nat. God, you would go crazy if it was Nat instead of you. You’re zoned out as they roll you into the main lab. You snap out of it when the doors slam shut and lock. “Ahhh, there it is! Our test subject!” Dr. Nichols exclaims!

“It isn’t our test subject doctor.” Madam starts, “It's our new weapon.” Dr. Nichols hums, and makes her way over to you.

“You were very hard to get a hold of, you know.” She starts. “We tried taking you out multiple times, but you were always with that red head. What was her name again? Natalie?”  

“Natasha”  

“That's right, Natasha. We originally thought that it would be her that we would use, but kidnapping an Avenger, especially one as well known as her, seemed more difficult than imagined.”  

“I'm sorry, you were gonna kidnap the Black Widow?”  

“We were”  

“Thats almost as dumb as trying to re-use the Winter Soldier’s code words”  

“You see, but we aren’t doing either of those sweetheart.” Madam interrupts. “We’re using you, and a pill shaped device embedded in your brain. Not code words, not the Black Widow. You. You’re a nobody! Barely an Avenger! The only reason we’re using you is because you were an easy target who happened to be able to handle a knife like no one else.”

The remaining lab coats inject you with something and you pass out, as Dr. Nichols begins the procedure.

*At the Avengers compound

Ever since you had disappeared, the team have been doing their best to find you, while walking on eggshells around Natasha. While the team has been trying their best to comfort Natasha, she has only been thinking about you. She locked herself in her room, lucky that Sam has started sliding food under the door.

It started off as a joke really. He managed to squish an entire PB&J under the door and then graduated to a whole pizza this week. While it may not show, she does appreciate that people care, so she started sliding notes back under the door with the empty plate/takeout pizza box.

“Thank you for the food” Something simple. She would've said something longer but had no energy to do so. She sat on her bed and let her mind wander. Her eyes traveled along the room and eventually landed on your journal.

“That’s an obnoxious journal” She chuckles to herself. only you would’ve picked it out. she picks said journal up and pages through it. She knows it’s an invasion of privacy but she’s already written in it, so she doesn’t think twice about grabbing a pen.

Blade, it’s nat, again. I know you’ll be mad at me for writing in this but I can't find it in me to care. You’ve been gone for a couple days now. The team has been looking for you, they care. More than you think they do. You mean something to us, you matter. Sam has managed to squish a PB&J under the door, I took a picture of it. When you get back I’ll show it to you, it’s pretty funny. Luckily he wrapped it in cling wrap so peanut butter and jelly didn’t get everywhere. I haven’t really left my room. I don’t need to see the team's look of pity when they see me. I can't look at them right now. they left you. I wanted, no, needed. I needed to get back. If you were still there, if you were just lost or your comm was just down, you would be here right now. But no, they fucking left. They left you! And I couldn’t do anything about it! God, what kind of teammate. No. friend. What kind of friend am I? What kind of friend leaves the friend they care about behind! God. I thought that I was doing good. I was going straight. But once things get better, once I make fiends, have people I care about, I just go and fuck it up. This isn’t your fault Blade. This is my fault. if I just stayed with you, this wouldn’t have happened. you need to get back. I need to make it up to you. I need to do something. And hopefully you’ll take me back. Hopefully you’ll see me as if this never happened because I don't know what I would do without you.

Love, Natasha

She closes the journal as she hears a knock on her door. “Who is it?” She calls out.

“Clint, I have left over garlic bread, do you want some?” He asks.

She slowly stands up and makes her way over to the door and opens it with tears in her eyes. Clint just stands there, not knowing what to do because no one has seen the famous black widow cry.

“That was their favorite” She whimpers. He's never seen her so small. He walks in the room, puts the garlic bread on the desk and holds her. He held her until she stopped crying.

*At the MYST headquarters

The procedure took longer than expected. After around 45 extra minutes, they finally finished. you were placed into a cell and didn’t wake up for about 3 days. When you woke up you were greeted by what seemed to be a nurse. she was looking at some chart so she didn’t see you sit up. Looks like HYDRA, wait no, sorry, MYST couldn’t afford some fucking blankets because it’s practically Antarctica in here.

“Oh, you’re awake.” Your head snapped towards the nurse. “You really are a tough cookie to crack. took over an hour to get that thing in your head. And after that, they had to inject you with a concentration of the serum because nothing stuck in your blood. How odd.”  

“Pardon me?”  

“Did you not listen to a word I said?”  

“No no, I heard you, but what’s this about the serum?”  

“Super soldier serum is concentrated as it is. It enhances you, you become more you.” Madam interrupts as she walks in the room. “Your blood fought off the original serum, so Dr. Nichols took the most powerful properties of it and injected you. Which, luckily took. you are one of the most powerful super soldiers known to man now.”  

“Pardon?” You ask.

“Did you think we were messing around?”  

“Kind of, yeah”  

“We’re not. This isn’t some game to us, to me.” She states. “We aren’t fucking around this time. HYDRA paved the way, we’re just walking down the path and doing a better job than they ever will.” And with that, she starts walking out of the room.

“Nurse?” The nurse freezes, visibly afraid of what will come next.

“Yes Madam?”  

“Make sure they’re ready for the chair tomorrow.”

Super soldier? I thought we were past this. Didn’t we learn our lesson about 5 years ago? Never in a million years would you have thought that you would ever be in this situation. Hell! You thought that when you were recruited to be an avenger it was all some sick joke! A sick cruel joke that will embarrass you publicly! Imagine the headline “Blade Wiles, recruited to the Avengers only to be set up as a prank”

God. Life is cruel. Once it starts getting good, it takes a sharp turn for the worse. You get a job that you love, and then you get recruited to the Avengers. THE AVENGERS! The fucking Avengers. What a goddamn fever dream. And then you meet this really pretty girl, who somehow wants to be your friend and possibly more?? And then your mom dies. And then you get captured by HYDRA. What the fuck universe?

God damnit. My therapist probably doesn’t have any advice on what to do if you get captured by the worst supremacist organization in the world.

A/N: chapter 4! Sorry this took so long, school just started so I’ve been pretty busy with that, there is no timeline for chapter 5 yet, once I have an idea I will let you know. As always, don’t be afraid to comment, I like hearing what you guys think!