#this is sk embarrassing oh my goodness

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I GOT THE TICKETS I SURVIVED THE GREAT WAR

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Chapter Three— Unexpected visitors

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#SYNOPSIS— The dead come back to visit

#WARNING(S)— This is a dark fic, implications of abandonment, implications of being a bad mother, child abandonment, implications of discrimination, implications of physical abuse, yandere, unhealthy obsession, possessive, prey/hunter dynamics, scent kink, creepy behavior, throat usage?/does that even make sense?, forced kissing, noncon kissing???)) quaritch goes feral, unwanted touching

#CHARACTER(S)— Recom! colonel Miles Quaritch

#NOTE— so I lied— the good stuff will definitely be on the next chapter. I’m also planning to make a Drabble to make up for it

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Quaritch extended out his palm towards the diagram ❝ The target is pretty much this whole island group— ❞ he was cut of by Spider ducking beneath his large frame, he glanced down at his son smiling briefly, ❝— Never been up there, you know those waters doc. What kind of indigenous we got? ❞ Scoresby gestured towards the man on the opposite side of the diagram. The doc was startled out of his own thinking, hesitating briefly as he glanced at the blue Recom looking at him with piercing yellow eyes ❝ Well— uh we got metkayina mostly some Ta’unui maybe fifty villages— ❞

Having enough of his rambiling, Quaritch cut off him with a puzzled face, ❝ uh you are who?❞ he didn’t need to know what specific species of na’vi there was— all he needed to know where was the nearest village nearby to get stated on his mission ❝ Oh I’m uh Doctor Ian Garvin, a marine biologist ❞ he extended out his palm for a handshake but was ultimately ignored by Quaritch, he dropped down his hand in embarrassment, ❝ Fifty villages— a hundred villages. I don’t care we’ll search them all ❞ Scoresby scoffed, and snapped back with an obnoxious tone ❝ I hunt Tulkun, that’s what I’m rigged for that’s all my guys do. I’ve got quotas to meet ❞

A rotten wry smile split Quaritch face, he showed a smile with far too many teeth— teeth to sharp his lips curled up. He looked like a happy predator with upturned lips, ❝ I’ll be nice once than I won’t ❞ Behind him, Lyle lifted his respiratory mask taking a sip of carbon. His yellow eyes gleamed, as he watched the interaction between the two of them. Scoresby pursed his lips, not expecting to be threatened in his own ship, ❝ Oh if you can’t get out of it, get into it. All crew to stations! ❞

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It was difficult being an outsider among the na’vi, unable to fully understand the ways of being‘ One of the people ‘ as they say. But they were welcoming to say the least— a bit skittish but nothing you can do about it. Had it not been for Jake sully— Toruk Makto as they call him; you would have never been accepted into the Ta’unui clan. You weren’t ‘ one of the people ‘ your simply coexisting with them. It was difficult at first, finding yourself frustrated with them— and yourself. It was a horrible decision to leave the forest but if you didn’t then you would be stuck with him— burden by the responsibility of being a mother. So you packed your things and left—

Gone the next day leaving no trace behind but a few personal belongings. It was heartless— to abandon a child but you couldn’t bare to look at it. Finding bile crawling up your throat whenever you ever so glanced at it. But that was years ago and you can only find yourself wanting to learn about their life now— only a little. You come up with your own conclusions, that’s he’s fine— doing much better now that you were gone. Has a happy family that gives him all the affection and care he needs— anything to lesson the guilt of abandoning him.

You were startled out of your thoughts as a blue hand appeared in your vision. You jumped like a feral cat, whisking around as your eyes caught culprit of a sheepish male na’vi. ❝Jesus Christ— must you always do this to me? ❞ The male na’vi blinked, cocking his head to the side as he stared at you with wide eyes, ❝ I do not understand this sky people talk— what is this Jesus Christ? ❞ You shook your head, waving your hand in dismissal ❝ Dont worry about it— Sky people nonsense and all that. Your English has gotten good ❞ at your compliment, the male puffed up his chest in pride. You scoff at his flared ego— ever since you’ve been here this male na’vi was always by your side, claiming he was curious about the sky people.

He’s become your student— only for a short while. You’ve been teaching him English for quite some and was surprised to see him learn the language very quick. It brought a sense of peace towards you— familiarity. It’s as if you were back in the past with Grace helping her at the school. A wave of nostalgia hit you, often times you missed the moments you had with everyone. You smiled briefly, the past would always sneak upon you leaving nothing but a longing to see everyone. But you had made your bed— choosing to leave and abandon everyone. Now you must lay in your choices. ❝ You are friends with Toruk Makto, no? ❞

Confused by the sudden interest in an old friend, you nodded, ❝ Yeah— Jake sully, what’s the sudden interest in him? ❞ he hesitated briefly, ❝ He is residing in a metkayina clan— not far from here— there has been talk of war following him ❝ Your lips pursed in response, brows furrowing. ❝ That is odd— not something he would do. Who knows maybe he just wanted a vacation? ❞ He looked at you with wide eyes, ❝ You are certain of this? ❞ You hesitated briefly, you weren’t— Jake would of never fled the Omaticaya— especially Neytiri, seeing as how she loved her home and would even die for her people. This wasn’t something they would do— not unless they were running from something— or someone.

But no one could posses such a threat that would cause Jake to flee— and if they did, we’ll they were dead. But you couldn’t cause panic— ❝ I’m sure, who knows maybe it’s for diplomat reasons ❞ He seemed satisfied with your answer and bided you goodbye. You were back to being alone— busying yourself to your own devices. But worry seemed to overshadow your thoughts— worming their way inside your mind. If Jake was here than what of the boy you gave birth to? Jake didn’t adopt him— no the boy had foster parents that took care of him along with other human children that were left behind. But Jake promised— he promised to watch over him. Did Jake bring him here to the ocean clans? Or did he leave him back at the Omaticaya?

Worry gnawed at your gut— you couldn’t bare to risk seeing the boy. Your stomach churned in disgust— you were cut off by a horn being blasted through the air— your stomach dropped. Through the years residing in the clan not once has the horn been used. Distant cries were heard thought the beach and a loud rumbling sound swallowed their petrified cries. You scrambled towards the noise, terror sticking at your nerves as a large ship came into view, ❝ Oh fuck— fuck! ❞ you scrambled backwards running towards your small hut. You gathered your necessity items, shoving the basic necessities in a small bag.

None of this made sense— they shouldn’t be here, not once had they come near the islands. They were often seen out in the open waters hunting tulkun. This was different— had they come here to threaten or kill the na’vi residing in this island? Peace was not on the table so the like hold of the other two options happening were possible. You flinched at the loud cries coming from the na’vi and the curses of your mother tongue being shouted out. If they caught you— there was no doubt you might be publicly executed for betraying your race.

And so you hid— lost in the wildlife of Pandora you seeked shelter behind a trunk covered by bushes. Your breaths came out labored, you peeked from a small opening seeing the na’vi being rounded up on the clearing. You leaned forward trying to get a better view unaware of the footsteps behind you. You let out a scream as a hand tugged you up from your hiding place. You struggled immediately, clawing at the hands that held onto you— ❝ Stay still—! I got a traitor here! ❞ your attacker dragged you towards the clearing, gun pressing against your back.

You tripped over your own feet a couple of times as you were dragged to the clearing. Countless of na’vi were forced to kneel onto the sand with guns and tasers threatening to cause harm. There were avatars among them humans, dressed in full camo gear with weapons strapped towards their vest. The color drained from your face as you made eye contact with piercing yellow eyes, ❝ What the actual fuck— ❞ you were starting to panic, kicking your feet and acting like a mad woman— you were unsure of what to do but your brain screamed at you to run.

In front of you was the man you once thought was dead— no you were certain he was dead. His skeleton was out in the forest decomposing on itself. Yet, here he was, breathing and certainly alive. He was back from the dead and this time he came back blue. Beside him was a human boy wearing na’vi clothes, he was covered in blue stripes. A flicker of recognition sparkled in your eyes— your breath hitched at your throat, ❝no— no! ❞ you shook your head refusing to accept the truth. A newfound strength courses through your body.

You elbowed the guy on the ribs making a run for it, ❝ Don’t shoot! I need her alive! ❞ a familiar voice ran along the clearing— it was him. Colonel Miles Quaritch was back from the dead and came back bigger, stronger and faster in the body of a na’vi—a species he hated with a passion. But how was that even possible? You wouldn’t stay to find out— you had to leave— to hide

❝ Get back here! ❞ He roared out, the sheer volume and grit of his voice caused the ends of your hairs to stand up. He launched himself to your pursuit, screaming out in rage. He was hot on your tail, commanding you stop running but it only caused you to pump your legs faster. Soon enough you heard him right behind you— you glanced back a mistake you realized as he ran at you in a primal way. Hands and feet— claws out for a grip against the terrain he pounced on you. ❝C’mere! ❞ You ducked out the way, barley missing his grasp but not without paying the price of your shirt being torn by his claws. You slammed yourself against a trunk barley missing his claws. You scrambled back to your feet leaving him in the dust.

❝ Stop running! ❞ he screamed out, ❝ you’re suppose to be with me— You’re mine— mine! ❞ Sharp canines gritted against each other and bared into a sneer, his brows were furrowed and yellow eyes were wide like saucers— he looked insane as if he submitted himself to his primal instincts. He was fixated on getting you; even going as far as his abandoning his gun— anything that slowed him down. A shaky sigh left his lips as he gripped the garment of your torn blouse— he inhaled deeply pressing it against his nose. He swears he could taste your scent on his tongue. It’s yours— and you’re here with him.

He exhaled shaky, pocketing the torn piece of clothing inside his pocket. He glanced back up finding you no where in his sight. His ears flattened against his skull, tail laying limp, ❝Don’t be mean now honey— ❞ his voice drawled out, the smirk wiping off his face seeing as there was no indication to where you could possibly be. He scouted out the area in a frenzy coming to a halt as a thud behind him makes him turn around in a swift. He rushes over to the sound pushing away the wildlife , ❝ Gotcha! ❞ his excitement died down when all he found was a small animal cowering in fear. He let out a hiss of frustration, tail whipping around as his anxiety clawed at him.

Panic rose as he searched every creek he could find— which way did you go? His frustration bubbled in his chest, ❝ If you don’t come out right now I swear I’ll paint that ass red and blue! ❞ He looked left and right, running in circles looking for any sign or indication to where you could possibly be. Meanwhile, you had ran as far as you could ending up near your shack. You stoped to catch your breath, heart beating against your chest in an erratic way. You bended over placing your hand on your knees— you had lost him for now. But what can you do before he catches up to you again? For how long can you evade his grasp? Leaving the island would be impossible. This was a hopeless scenario for you— there was no way to flee and running was the only option. You could hide in your shack but wouldn’t that be the first place they would check?

You couldn’t give up now, standing straight you began to plot your next move. Hiding was a no go— you need small places somewhere a na’vi can’t fit in. You could hear the distant scream of your name out in the woods, your head whipped to the sound. Tripping over your own steps you decided to push more distance away from him. You knew exactly where to go— you’ve known this island for years. He doesn’t, all that matters is making sure he doesn’t catch up to you before you get there. Soon enough you heard a branch break beside you— you don’t have time to register the force that impacted you.

You feel like you’re flying through the air— unable to grasp what’s going on. He’s grabbing you and wrestling you beneath him— a coarse laugh came from him, his canines glistened from the copious amount of times of running his tongue over them— unable to swallow his exceeding amount of saliva. His tail thumped behind him in excitement, ❝ I got you, sweetheart— you’re mine now ❞ his chuckles were hoarse, shoulders shaking as deep rumbles came within his chest.

He pressed his nose against the juncture of your nape, curling himself to your size. You froze— did he just sniff you? He’s panting, whole body trembling. ❝ You done teasing me? You and I have some unfinished business to get to. How about we finish that family that we started? Give the brat a couple of siblings while you and I get to be acquainted once again ❞ You shook your head frantically, the thought of having another child with him disgust you. Tears slid down your cheeks freely, you wanted to scream and cry out. This was a nightmare come to life. You let out a squeal as you felt his palm reach down and grabbed a handful of your ass, groping and squeezing the flesh. He rained down numerous kisses on your neck, nipping and lapping at your flesh. You were frozen in place— He was terrifying, and too fucking big. His whole body encased yours. Quaritch looked at you, pupils blown wide—. Your attempts to trash away from his grip was useless against his strength and size. He was overwhelming— you could only see and feel him. Both of his massive biceps were placed beside you, lowering his chest towards back.

Back when he was human he always towered over you but now as a na’vi? He was huge— it was like you were his own personal human doll. You could hear shuffling behind you— you were manhandled as if you were nothing but cargo. You were face to face with him. His biceps kept you locked in his embrace, lowering himself towards you. He was starved for you— relishing every touch he could get from you. You however— we’re frightened and did everything possible to get away from his embrace. You wiggled and kicked helplessly under his strong grip— his arms tightened around you like a snake coiling around it’s prey. It only just hit how strong and big his was.

He hugged you even closer— if it was even possible to do so. Pressing your body against his, he let out a deep low moan making you let out a squeak as you felt his canines drag across your flesh. He leaned down again— seeing his face dip towards yours; you turned your face to the side avoiding his lips from touching yours. His lips skimmed over your cheeks— a low animalistic snarl escaped from him. His fingers dug into your jaws and wrenched your face to look back at him. ❝ You will not take this from me, girl— I have waited so long to have you ❞

His lips pressed against yours in a messy kiss, he pressed his tongue against your mouth. Claws prodding your jaw to open up as he swallowed your mouth whole. Tears streamed down your cheeks— He doesn’t get to have you— you weren’t his. You wish you could tell him this but all you can squeak out are muffled sobs. Quaritch was overjoyed— a sense of peace came flowing to him. You were back in his arms, exactly where he wanted you. Nothing can stop him now— not even the order he was given from his predecessor— you were meant to be his— human or na’vi doesn’t matter.

Your attempts to break away from the kiss were futile against his overwhelming strength. He deepened the kiss, tongue lashing at ever crook and crane he could find. Tears pricked the corner of your eyes as you felt his tongue slither down your throat. Your fist slammed against his chest seeing black dots prick at the corner of your vision. Feeling you go limp in his arms caused him to draw back from your mouth. His hold on you however remained— a string of saliva connected both of your lips. Face running red, you stared at him unable to fully wrap your head on just what happened

He stared back down at you, completely unfazed. As if this was the most natural thing to do ❝ What? Cat got your tongue, hmm Princess? ❞ , you shook your head to the side a couple of times; mumbling out incoherent words. His ears however managed to hear you every well, ❝ You’re not him— how are you even alive? You died— ❞ you babbled out— pawing against his chest pathetically, pushing and slapping with your weak strength. A mistake you were quick to realize as he slammed you back to the ground caging you in his arms, ❝ Just relax, princes I’ll explain it to ya— you see I’m a clone of that old man. He’s deceased— he was weak ❞ he hissed, ❝ I’m better— I’m stronger and I am going to take what is rightfully mine; starting with you ❞

Small wheezes came from you, you looked at him as if he was absurd ❝ I don’t belong to you— ❞ his fingers curled around your throat ❝ Watch it— clearly you’re attitude has been left unchecked for quite a long time. Don’t worry sweetheart, daddy will fix that ❞ His palm pressed against your back bringing you upwards to him, he coaxed you to his lap; tail wrapping around your arm. His palms groped your flesh, touching every place he could. His hands fiddled with your blouse, scrunching up the piece of fabric you called blouse tearing it off. You’re breast bounced from the impact— you curled inward to protect your modesty. His fingers itched to grab hold of your breast— lips curling up at your refusal. However, a static voice coming from his earpiece caused him to pause his actions. You couldnt catch what they were saying but you doubted it was anything good. His yellow eyes gleamed, ❝ Let’s get you back home— where you belong ❞

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˚₊‧꒰აFluffy Findings໒꒱‧₊˚

~I’ve been binging this show and these two have a death grip on my brain. I HAD to write something for them. Whenever I see a grumpy character, I have an immediate obligation to wreck them; Chilchuck couldn’t escape this fate. Hopefully someone who follows me goes here (ᵕ • ᴗ •). Thank you for reading, and I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Chilchuck

Ler: Senshi

Summary: The party is stopping to rest after a long stretch of travel. A fluffy little monster finds their camp and takes a special liking to Chilchuck. After a few innocent nuzzles, Senshi makes a surprising discovery about his favorite half-foot. The man’s a grumpy shithead, so the dwarf decides to give him a tickly attitude adjustment.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

“Finally, some time to rest,” Marcille sighed, smiling softly as she sat down with her pack. The party had finally stopped to set up camp and recuperate from their journey thus far. 

“I need to lie down…” Chilchuck tossed his stuff down by Laios, who was trusted to build a fire for the group. He looked like he was doing an okay-enough job, so they left him to it. 

“Don’t get too comfortable now. We ate a little while ago, and it’s not good to lie down soon after you eat.”

Chilchuck rolled his eyes, annoyed by Senshi’s advice, yet unable to argue with the dwarf. He’d eaten a healthy portion of the meal, and they couldn’t afford anyone cramping up or getting sick. “Fine…”

Senshi smiled and nodded, starting to take inventory of their food stores. Mandrake root, some harpy eggs, classic walking mushrooms, herbs… All was calm for about ten minutes.

“Woah, what’s that?” Laois shouted, sending the entire party scrambling for their weapons. 

“What, what’d you- oh.” Marcille huffed and sat back down when she realized there wasn’t a real threat. Laios was holding some little fuzzball monster. It looked harmless, and it didn’t seem to be attacking any of them.

“I’ve never seen anything like this before…” Laios’s eyes practically sparkled as he picked up the fuzzy little creature. It looked round from all the fluffy fur, and it made the cutest little noises. However, Laios was still Laios. “Think we can eat it?”

“Hold on a minute!” Senshi stepped in, scooping the little fluffball up in his arms and pulling him away from the tallman. 

“This little guy is harmless. I’m not sure what he is, but his teeth are flat and round; he’s a herbivore. Little fella won’t hurt us.” The dwarf set the fuzzball back down, letting the little guy wander around. 

Chilchuck was sitting a little ways away from the rest of the group, cleaning his lockpicking tools. To the fluffy fella, the smallest of their group looked the friendliest. Since he was doing something he enjoyed, his characteristic scowl 

was absent for once; he looked nice and approachable to the little beast.

The half-foot was too focused on his beloved tools to notice the small creature approaching him. He did, however, feel the fuzzy thing brushing against his side.

“EEEehey! What the- Laios!” Chilchuck squealed at the tingly, fuzzy feeling, jolting away from it. His first response was to smack it away, but the big, sparkly eyes stopped him in his tracks. “Ugh…keep this thing away from me!” 

“I still don’t want it- Eugh!” Chil was cut off again as the little flooffer cuddled back up to him, nuzzling up against his stomach. His squeak was shrill and pitchy, cluing Senshi in on a thing or two.

“Awe, c’mon now, Chilchuck. He’s just a little critter, means no harm.” Senshi smiled at Chilchuck’s glare, coming to sit near the half-foot. How could he be so grumpy around such a cute creature?

“Is the little guy ticklin’ you, Chilchuck?” 

“I- no!” Chilchuck squeaked in response, quickly dispelling that thought. Senshi already viewed him as a child; he didn’t need that embarrassing secret going around too!

As if he knew the half-foot was full of shit, the critter pawed at his shirt, its little claws scratching at the skin there. He’d taken off his padded vest to relax, so there was barely anything protecting him from the little tickles.

“G-gehet this thing away from me!” Chil yelled and shoved at the little guy, trying to muster up a glare; combined with the tickle-induced smile on his face, it looked quite adorable.

“Aww, the little fella likes you, Chilchuck,” Senshi chuckled, moving closer to the disgruntled half-foot. “Seems odd that you’re gigglin’, though. You know, since you aren’t ticklish.”

Chilchuck’s stomach dropped at that, a small blush settling on his cheeks. He knew that look; he’d seen it on Marcille’s face when Laios was being particularly annoying, and Falin’s when she was in a silly mood. It meant he had to run.

The brunette tried to escape, but Senshi’s strong hands were on his sides in a flash, pulling Chilchuck into his lap before he could blink.

“No! Senshi, let me go right now!” He struggled and squirmed in the dwarf’s lap, but Senshi wasn’t budging. The bearded man only smiled, chuckling fondly.

“I think you need a little attitude adjustment, kid.”

With that, Senshi dug into Chiclchuck’s sides, squeezing and prodding at the sensitive skin.

“I’m not a- Nohohoho! Y-Youhu bahahastahard!” Chilchuck kicked and squirmed, trying to free himself from Senshi’s ticklish grasp. Damn that fuzzy little beast!

“That’s a lotta laughter for someone who ain’t ticklish, Chilchuck. Is there somethin’ you wanna tell me?” Senshi teased, trailing his strong fingers up and down the half-foot’s sides. He was always acting like such a grump, so it was nice to see him laugh so carelessly.

“Shuhuhuhut uhuhup! Sehenshihihi!” Chil was trying his best to escape the ticklish attention, shoving at Senshi’s large hands as best he can. 

“That’s not very nice, Chilchuck. You should respect your party members.” Leaning down, Senshi spoke in one of the brunette’s large ears. His beard rubbed against the shell of it, making the poor man squeal.

“EEYEEEehehehe! G-gehet ohohoffa mehehe!” Chil’s giggles sweetened as his ears were tickled. He hiked up his shoulders in an attempt to protect his ears, his nose scrunching cutely.

“What’s this now, hmm? You got ticklish ears, Chilchuck?” The dwarf chuckled as he leaned farther in, nuzzling his bearded chin against Chil’s poor ears and neck. 

“Ngh- NYAHAHAHAHO!” With a small shriek, Chilchuck jolted and arched his back away from Senshi. His ears and neck were unfairly ticklish; he could hardly handle the most feathery of tickles there. Senshi’s evil nuzzles were driving him crazy.

“SEHEHENSHI PLEHEHEASE! IHIT- GYEHEHEE!” Chil tried his best to escape, flapping his hands at Senshi’s face. The ticklish nuzzles were melting his brain, forcing him to rely on dormant instincts from his childhood: the “oh shit that really tickles help” instincts.

“It what? I’m gonna need ya to spell it out for me.” The dwarf was being evil at that point, just wanting to hear his fellow adventurer admit to being ticklish. Was it necessary? Nope. Was it fair? Not a bit. Was it worth it? Absolutely.

“IHIHI- YOUHUHU- DAHAHAMN IHIT!” Chilchuck tried to resist, but he couldn’t handle any more of the teasing. “IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES, YOUHUHU AHAHASS!” 

As soon as Chilchuck admitted his ticklishness, Senshi relented, pulling the exhausted lockpick in for a hug. “Alright, alright, I’m done.”

“Youhuhu… I hahate you so much…” The half-foot groaned, burying his face in Senshi’s beard-covered chest, begrudgingly letting himself rest. Despite the tickly injustice, he was so tired…

“I know you don’t mean that, Chilchuck,” Senshi grinned, giving the half-foot a little scratch behind the ear. He glared at the big man, but he couldn’t help but relax into it. “It’s been long enough since we ate now, so you can get some sleep.”

“Oh joy…” Chil huffed, but he didn’t climb out of the man’s lap. He was exhausted, and Senshi was like a living space heater. He could afford to rest his eyes for a bit before taking revenge…

“Fine, but you’re dead once I recover,” he grumbled, his eyes slowly fluttering shut as he drifted off to sleep. Before long, his breathing evened out; he was out cold.

Senshi just chuckled fondly, leaning back to better support Chil while he slept. Seeing the ever-agitated half-foot laugh like that was oddly uplifting and left a buzzy, happy feeling in Senshi’s chest.

The party still had a few hours before they had to get moving again, so Senshi got comfortable; he rolled out his blanket over them both before lying down, ready to get some rest of his own. Hugging Chilchuck close, he sighed and relaxed against his teammate.

It was hard to believe a simple monster had started all the silliness; he’d have to thank it. That critter had definitely earned some thank-you treats from Senshi…

[hanadulsetaad]

RICH KIDS OF SK ( HYUNJIN X READER (Y/N) X BANG CHAN)

THE HWANG ART GALA

reader : part one part two, PART FOUR

TAGS: LOVE TRIANGLE, ANGST, BREAKUP, BETRAYAL

As Y/N dashed through the corridors of the college building, her heart pounding in her chest, she couldn't help but curse the chaotic night that had led to this mad rush. Wooyoung, I.N, and she had indulged in a bit too much alcohol and ended up bleaching their hair and wreaking havoc on Wooyoung's belongings. It took Felix's midnight rescue mission to restore some semblance of order, and by the time they settled down, the sun was already peering through the windows. After that they thought it will be fun to make tanghulu and make mukbang videos, and it was 8am by the time they were done.

So there she was, sprinting to class, desperately hoping to avoid any awkward encounters with Yeji and Hyunjin As she glanced back, she caught sight of another latecomer, a guy with curly hair and boba eyes, looking equally harried but undeniably attractive in his all-black ensemble.

Their eyes met, and without a word, he fell into step beside her. "Room 203?" he asked, his voice slightly breathless.

"Yeah," Y/N confirmed, relieved to have some company in her tardiness. "Let's stick together and minimize the scolding."

"By the way, I'm Bang Chan," he offered with a charming smile.

"Hey, I'm Seo Y/N," she replied, returning the smile as they found seats at the back of the room, accompanied by Bang Chan's friend Seungmin.

As they settled in, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of Hyunjin's curious gaze from the middle row. What was that weird look about? She pondered, silently hoping that their morning wouldn't get any more eventful than it already had been. but a notification poped on her phone.

Teacher: "I think everyone understood what I am saying."

Y/N looked up as Seungmin cleared his throat, "Since you were not listening, you, me, and Bang Chan are partners for the first internal."

Y/N replied, "Oh, sorry, I had an emergency. Can you please give me a gist?"

Seungmin rolled his eyes, "We have to work together throughout the semester, basically work on a fake company and pitch ideas and all. You will get a mail today."

Seungmin added, "By the way, my name is Kim Seungmin."

Y/N replied, "My name is Seo Y/N."

Seungmin asked, "Are you Changbin's sister?"

Y/N confirmed, "Oh, yes."

Bang Chan chimed in, "You're Bin's sister?"

Seungmin teased, "Well, she has the same surname and dumb look on her face."

Y/N smiled, realizing what Seungmin implied, "Hey, I don't look dumb like Bin. But how do you guys know him?"

Bang Chan explained, "Oh, I met him through night music school."

Y/N puzzled, "Music school?"

Before she could ask anything, Hyunjin cleared his throat, and all three of them looked at him. He was with Yeji, holding hands.

Hyunjin semi-hugged Y/N, "I saved you a seat, you know. Now we both won't be on the same project, very good."

Y/N thought, "How can he be so normal?"

Y/N replied, "Haha, it's fine."

Hyunjin gave Bang Chan and Seungmin a look and asked Y/N in a hushed tone, "Are you fine with doing your project with them? I mean, it has 70 percent of your grade."

Seungmin jumped in, "You know we can hear you, Prince?" (He called him prince in a mocking way)

Y/N retorted, "Hey, Hyunjin, don't be rude. Besides, yes, they are Changbin's friends."

Hyunjin brushed it off, "Whatever," after giving Seungmin one last dirty look and continued, "Can't wait for today's after-party. It's been like so long since we last talked. Also, I need to talk to you. Do you want to ride with me and Yeji?"

Y/N immediately replied, "Oh, no, I am gonna stay back and talk with them about the project."

Hyunjin said, "Okay, see you later," and Yeji smiled at Y/N.

Y/N banged her head on the desk after Hyunjin left. Seungmin quipped, "If I was you, I would have the same reaction."

Y/N gave him a confused look, and Seungmin added, "I use Twitter too."

Y/N hid her face, groaning, "Ugh, this is so embarrassing. I want to die."

Bang Chan looked confused, "How do you know what is happening to her?"

Seungmin smirked, "I keep up with gossip sites."

Seungmin suggested, "Since we are working together, let's exchange our numbers." Later, all three of them exchanged numbers and had a decent conversation. Y/N found Seungmin extremely funny, especially when he was teasing Bang Chan about being old.

As they were laughing, Bang Chan removed his mask to take a sip of coffee, and Y/N swear the whole world stopped. He had dimples and very cute boba eyes, his eyes were so pretty you could see the innocence in them. He had perfect hair paired with perfect curly hair.

Seungmin joked, "Hey, earth to Y/N!" snapping her back to reality. Bang Chan looked at her in a concerning way, "Are you okay? You zoned out."

Y/N stuttered, "Oh yeah, by the way, what is the time?"

Seungmin checked his watch, "4:30."

Y/N exclaimed, "Shit, I am getting late! Guys, it was so nice talking to you. See you later!" and ran.

Bang Chan and Seungmin looked at each other, and Bang Chan asked, "So what happened to her?"

[loneghostss]

but what do sk em do when theyre alone 👀

the question i've been waiting for 😭 this is from my 1 year old outline so it makes little sense:

She likes having him in her bed and likes to tease him sometimes while her back is to his chest and he's talking to her about something. She likes to playfully press little nibs across his hands until he's so mad at her that he goes silent, growling into her hair because she had annoyed him too much. Then, he wraps his arms around her so tight, her thin nightgown can't conceal how heated his skin is. "Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what you're doing," he says into her ear. And she feels pleased with herself. He's nice to play with. In his embrace, it doesn't take long for her to sleep, but sometimes she wakes up feeling strange and has to wake him up as well. To keep her company, she tells him. She shakes his shoulders until he is awake and grumpy, his hair disheveled, his eyes barely open. "Now that I'm awake, what will you do for me?"

Eventually, they start exploring each other in a way Mikasa had no idea could feel so good. He really seems to enjoy her body, kissing her on some places, whispering in her ear that she is pretty.

She's about to graduate high school, and their routine is basically: him taking her to classes, working on the farm, dinner, and exploring each other at night (but he doesn't take her virginity yet). They walk around the woods together too. He places flowers in her hair, chases and drops her onto the ground, tickles her sides, and presses his body into hers until there is no giggle falling from her lips. His expression changes too. He seems to be hanging on a thread, looking at her hopeful, lips parted, eyes hungry. She knows that boys are volatile, she feels it pressing between her thighs when Eren is on top of her. But what she finds out is that girls can be volatile too. Because every time he is on top of her, something in her body doesn't feel the same. Her embarrassment to be so close together with a boy being replaced by another thing. It is Eren. Her new friend. And perhaps that was why he showed up at her door so late that night. To make her understand what life is about, because she really feels like she was made for this boy. 

[merakiui]

Love the way that Jade gets off of threats and humiliation and Floyd gets off of Praise. Perfect cuz I treat Floyd like "Oh dear Gorgeous" vs how I treat Jade "You fuckin DONKEY" I'd just love to have them wrapped round my finger + more opportunities to humiliate/threaten Jade tbh like, imagine Darling being able to do that to Sk!Jade just- Get revenge for everything he's done. On another note I love your writing, specially fluffy Floyd, keep up the good work Mera, hope you have a wonderful day.

Jade loves the rush a little too much. He can never be humiliated, not when he enjoys it so shamelessly. ;;;; sometimes he’ll pretend like he’s embarrassed or regretful for being caught, but beneath that act he’s incredibly pleased. Aaaa he’s such a menace. >_< and Floyd simply likes hearing good things come from your mouth. A few threats here and there are fun and keep him on his toes, but the quickest way to have him wrapped around your finger is to lay lots of praise on him.

I think the idea of being threatened is so appealing to Jade solely because he keeps his expectations for you extremely low so that he can be pleasantly surprised when you do something that surpasses those expectations. So when you tell him you’ll wring him dry, he knows you won’t actually murder him in cold blood (although you’re welcome to try). But there are other, less painful ways to be wrung dry. :) he looks forward to seeing which threats you’ll follow through with and which ones are merely empty.

[gallivich]

18 jan

2025 #5

Good day all!!!!! Today ive just been travelling aboutbthrplace im so fucking excited to sit in bed ALLL DAYYY tmrw like!!!! I went to a like all u can eat today my first ever it was intense but SO FIRE. Anyway im so sad tho if ucking hate lonely weekend nightz so much i just hate every moment im not busy acfuakly i hate geing ableto think I HATE IT I JSUT WANT CONSTANT DISTRACTION HELP!!!! Likemy loneliness and embarrassment is literally eating me alive. ANYWAY GOOD DAY THO

i bought a loada stuff like i got the cuttessttttt snoopy lamp thing omg i llve it so mcuh ITS SO CUTE i got it at urvan outfitters i love urban ourfitters SO MUCH but its so fucing pricey i also got a little miffy keychain for my school bag ahhh and then ermm wait

Oh ok sk then i got a rilakkuma notebook IDK WHAT TO PUT IN IT THO lowkey impulse buy. Then got a like 2025 planner of my neighbour totoro yes i realise its a little late 😭😭 loads of hand cream nail polish burts bees lipbalm stuff like that andd washi tape a little totoro figure thingy rilakkuma stickers miffy phone case AND OTHE STUFF TOO BUT WHATEVER NO ORN CARES.

Im just so fucking excited to go back to school yes intealise its just the weekendBUT I HATE THE WERKEND yes i realise im insane for hating the weekend i just dont like beign left w my own thoughts yakno Anyway i am now watching bobs burgers and hyppng myself upto go downstairs for water . Im so excited tonshower i feel freaking filthy imean im not but UGHH OK IM LITERALLY EXHAUSTED and i have homework fuckkkk thatttttttttt but i physically cannot not donmy homework indont have it in me busy day but was fun we only went out for siblings birthday and yet i bought more LOL im burning insence rn and it is actually gonna fuck up mu lungs my entire room is foggy BUT I LOVE VANILLAAAA I miss my crush had to create my own gif bcoz tumblr gifs are THE WORST

anywayyysss bye tumblr TALK LATER!!!! Sorry for the boring dya tmrs gonna be boring-er

cheeta - deux visages

[not-goldy]

I use to think there was no way Jikook would ever come out. Together or even as individuals. Now I think its looking more and more like they will after MS and the reunion. I am leaning toward Jimin for sure, which is funny, cause I always said Jimin probably wouldn't because he's so OT7 and worries about BTS and he knows it would most likely harm his dad's business and his dad just opened a new place, but I can't see Jimin's dad being super damn selfish and telling him to stay in the closet to protect his business. Maybe to protect him, but not his business. He sees what his son goes through daily. The lies, defamation, slander, accusations. Called a queerbaiter and predator. And not sure how true this is, but this buddy system thing apparently has JK solos trying to research who the guy is standing next to JK, just to get goods on JK in the military and of course Jikook gossip, they are so mad and desperate. Not sure if that is true, but if so, Oh the SK government gonna snatch these MF's bald if they really track down these soldiers families and start harassing them. They don't even realize how fucking horrible that makes JK look. Tkk joining in as well. None of them have respect for JK. it reflects so bad on JK to try and involve other soldiers in their vendetta's and unfortunately for JK there are clout chasing people out there who will give up his privacy. He is gonna be so fucking humiliated and embarrassed if this turns out to be true.

Jimin probably knows at this point he is never gonna be free to live his life with Jk or his members or anyone for that matter, without harassment, unless he speaks his truth, which he's been trying to do for years, without out right saying it. Even if it means leaving korea and going somewhere else. Maybe Japan or even America who knows. Same with JK. I too think he will. In fact, JK has probably already been talked off the ledge by Hybe and Jimin not to out them, when he gets in his fed up moods. You can tell both are increasingly getting more and more frustrated. They even resorted to being private & working in silence, but BAM, when they wanna come out swinging, they damn sure do. The swing and knock fucking heads off. So I think its looking more and more possible that they aren't gonna hide much longer or at the very least make that glass closet even more clearer and stop putting restrictions on themselves after MS. I feel it in my gut. These so called fans are pushing them to their breaking point and its been brewing. Their public, we don't give a fuck about your feelings, private trip to Japan and now enlisting together was just the start. Wait and see if Jikook don't free themselves from this fandom. or I could be wrong and nothing will change, but I kinda think there will be change of some sort.

Jungkook got bad rep for the longest time for being "an asshole" "shitty" "fuckboy" with zero social skills- which time and again he's proven that's not the case. Being introverted don't mean you hate humans.

It's nice he's making friends in there- as he should. That is IF that's his even friend. I expect Jimin has made friends in there also. However Jimin is a private person who isn't going to expose his friendships accidentally. He can be guarded. Also, he's a Libra, he has the gift of foresight to know people would try to use whoever he's close with to get to him in there- like they doing with JK.

It's a shame these people can't live normal lives, smile at someone, stand next to someone, be polite to without all manner of theories being written about them assuming all sort of things about them and the poor stranger.

Jimin is growing, maturing, setting his priorities straight and since 2020 we've seen him gradually choosing his relationship, prioritizing it and making conscious decisions with that in mind.

Personally, I'm happy there aren't at cross purposes anymore and seem to be moving in the same direction in life.

I won't make any predictions for now, just observing and appreciating their bond, it's beautiful to behold as it unfolds. There's not much chaos within their relationship not much turbulence.

I want to see it to the very end. That's why I keep following their journey.

I want to see how they navigate a 7 way dynamic when they come back together as a group with the growth that's taken place in each of them.

Fully coming out is off the table, but they could surprise me who knows. We in uncharted territories here.

If Jikook do come out they will shock the skin off my bones honestly. That said, I'm still rooting for them.

[spaciebabie]

IM LITERALLY GOING TO EXPLODE THE ART YOU MADE IS KILLING ME /POS /POS /POS THE FUCKING GJNDXKJFD NK SK,DS NFJSKM SMAKS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU GET IT YOU FUCKING GET IT YOU UNDERSTAND THE ENDOSKELETON AND THE METAL AND HE LOVES THE FEELING BUT HATES TO ADMIT IT AND THE SPRINGLOCKS THE SPRINGLOCKS IT'S ABOUT THE FUCKING SPRINGLOCKS BABEY YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH OH MY GOD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGHGHGHGHGHHAHAAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

it's good 👍

EYAHEYEAYHEAEHAYEHAYEHAEYAHEYAHEYAEHAYEHAYEAHHAHAHAHAHA I LOWKEY THINK HED BE SOOOOOO EMBARRASSED AT ALL THE NOISES HE MAKES SO THATS WHY HED PUT THE PILLOW OVER HIS FACE

[im-yn-suckers]

That anon is actually disgusting, and yk whats funny these people who ask writers "oh are you gonna write smut for niki when he turns 18" actually think the writer is gonna say yes I am going to be writing smut for niki.

Like it's actually getting on my nerves now that some people don't have human decency like I'm quite embarrassed that we have to call those people our "fellow engenes" because I don't associate myself with those type of people it really shows that this generation has lost all its common sense because if those people remember niki is still a minor in SK just because 18 is the legal age in most countries I'm quite scared for niki now because I have seen on here, tiktok, Instagram and twitter about people talking about niki turning 18 and those things weren't good things and that anon saying bye love you as if they didn't just ask the revolting thing every.

omg yes and like uvee made it clear at least once that i will not write smut at all becase 1, im a minor and its gross. i hopew niki doesnt see it :(

[bonesandthebees]

The end:(( sobs cries wails

Time to loop bittersweet symphony

Oh yeah i forgot about the surprise bday jdsvfkgkf tommy is so SWEET i hate him sobs hes sooo<33

I LOVE THEM SO MUCHDHFJDKDF

the fucking fire IM LAUGHFOGNGKG i loved this bit so much its so funny ohmugod

CRIMEBOYSDSS AAAAA SOBS CRIES WAILS

THEY MAKE ME SOOOOOFFGOFUAVEKFKGJDKS

Its sooo lovely:( this fic is so lovely i want to cry picturing the house they live in :( they mean the world to me :( i love hats so much

Petition for u to write a chat fic /hj

The texts are some of my fav parts of this fic 😭 theyre so fucking hilarious bee, I'd consume the shit outta a chat fic if u wrote one

THIS IS SO CUTEEEHDISOFJG IM GOING TO CRYYYDHFJGJ AAAAAA

I love techno shfkgklgf

I FORGOT ABOUT PLAN B IM SCREAMIGNGKDHSIFOFODGKFOSHF HELPPPPP

OMG CIDERRR

When i first read this fic I'd never had cider and was against alcohol bc i thought it all tasted like shit 😭😭 but then once i turned legal age i had cider and DAMN BRO i love cider sm...

I had this delicious berry flavoured one... somersby... so good FHGKKG

I honestly was shocked that i liked cider considering that apple flavoured things normally make me feel nauseous, but cider tasted diff enough that i was able to enjoy it !!!

AAAAAAAIFIVPDUWROFHSBFKFJDFJKDB SCREAMING CRYING PISSIGN MYSELF OHMGUDODHFKGJD OHMGUDOFOD FANS FACE SHFLGOFN I CANT DO THIS OHKHUDOAHDFKSHF FOGMYHUDODDFOAGDOFGSKDHSKFJD THEYRE BROTHERS THEYRE ACTUAL BROTHERS KHMGYDODHDKFMS

"I love you"

NOBODYYYYY MOVE NOBODY FUCKING MOVE OHMYFUCMINGOGDKFHSKFJSOSJFMF

U are SO good at writing music into fics man... ur so good at describing it

ANGELDUO HUG NOBODY MOVE

Youre such a talented author bee, i don't think I'll ever get over just *how good* u are at writing

The way you describe stuff... sk well so pretty rahhsss

AAAAAAAAAAAAA

;-;

I love this fic so much

It is 2 am whoops... worth it tho ❤️

This fic makes me feel so whole i adore it with everything i love ti sosoososo much:( i think it gen might be my fav fic by you... it is so lovely:( it means so much to me

eueueueueueueudufufjgigkg

Also damn yeah bittersweet symphony fit this fics vibes sooo well, its just been on loop for half n hour shfjgkg

Okie i go sleep now, thanks for being the best author ever ❤️❤️

I loved writing the surprise birthday party in this for many reasons. for one thing it felt natural after I wrote about wilbur throwing tommy a birthday party in nocturnal animals, and also I wrote honey and tangerines over the course of the summer. in a way that timeline of tangerines followed real time, because I wrote the wilbur surprise birthday party in mid to late september which is roughly around cc!wilbur's actual bday (yes yes I know he could be lying about his birthday but it's the one we all go with) so it just felt very fitting time-wise

the fire 😭 I love writing tubbo's antics so much

"petition for you to write a chatfic" you do not know the war flashbacks you just gave me with that

you wanna know why I'm good at writing funny texts? it's bc I have experience. I'm never going to publicly reveal my old ao3 (not really out of embarrassment but bc I don't want people I know from that account to find out I'm writing mcyt fic bc I will legitimately lose friends), but on that old ao3 when I was 16 I wrote a voltron chatfic. and it got somewhat popular. not super popular or anything, but it was my most popular fic up until I started writing for mcyt and it's how I really learned how to write humor. anyway the voltron fandom was the worst fandom experience I've ever had and I hated the ship the chatfic was centered on by the time I finished it bc the fandom was just so goddamn annoying about it. anyway yeah I can't write chatfic anymore it brings back war memories LMAO

I love cider man I love going to a bar and getting a nice cold cider if there isn't any beer I want. it's just so refreshing! and yes not all of it tastes like apples! I had a pineapple cider at a bar recently and it was so good

god I had so many emotions writing the card scene between crimeboys just waaaaa tangerines crimeboys i miss you

I'm so glad I write the music in my fics well, I try so hard to integrate it in a way that feels natural and doesn't pull the reader out of the scene

bittersweet symphony is a song that means a lot to me for many reasons so I usually have a rule to never include it in anything I write so it just stays as something for me, but it fit too perfectly for this fic for me to not throw in there and I'm so glad I did

thank you icy you're so sweet I'm really proud of how I wrote so much of honey and tangerines it's definitely one of my favorite things I've done. I'm so glad you enjoyed your reread :D

[finniestoncrane]

I have a mighty need of 2022 Oswald Cobblepot, so I am reaching out to my most trustworthy source of Daddy Oz content 🙏🏻

I was thinking about a shy, innocent-looking reader (I remember those headcanons of yours 👀) being dragged by her friend to Oz's club where they meet at some point, reader is confused when he talks to her and looks both ways before pointing at herself to make sure he is indeed talking to her and he eventually invites her over to his office to "have some fun" and tell her what a good girl she is 🫢 And maybe just maybe he asks for her number afterwards and she gives it to him 🥰

Thank you sm I know you won't disppoint XOXO❤️

A Glimpse

Farrell!Penguin x Female!Reader, word count: 1k i am going to cry ;-; trustworthy? me? ;-; the pressure jhjahsd i might disappoint anon lmao oh god oh though my god me and my little simpleton smile and plain face and stupid round head are quaking in our boots ;-; god i want him to tell me i'm a good girl and then i'll add that to my c.v. thanks 💜 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: flirting, biting, love bites, marking, shy!reader

As a hopeless romantic, you had wasted a lot of your time waiting on someone sweeping you off your feet. To the point where your friends often had a good laugh about your lack of experience, and how the experiences you had were all terrible. Pathetic men who didn’t deserve the time of day, but who managed to convince you that the affair was romantic enough that you could give yourself over to them.

And you’d been dragged to the Iceberg Lounge, an attempt by your friends to get you to give in to carnal urges instead of desperately seeking some classic novel inspired romantic relationship. Or as they had put it, “you needed to get laid.”

While they found their respective potential partners amid the myriad of strangers on the dancefloor, you leant against the bar, watching them have fun. If you were just a little bit less shy, you might have been able to push yourself into someone’s favours. But your inability to speak out, combined with your innocent face, soft cheeks and big eyes, make-up less since it was a skill you weren’t destined to master, this meant you were often left standing to the side.

Your eyes drifted to the other side of the room, searching for a blank space in the shadows to focus on, lest you make eye contact with someone and give them the wrong idea. But you were drawn to, and unintentionally settled on, a large man wearing an impeccable suit, watching over the club with a scrutinising stare. He oozed charm. And you recognised him, quickly placing him as Oswald Cobblepot, owner of the club, criminal, villain. Exactly the kind of man that would be the unlikely love interest in…No. Stop.

But you noticed he was staring back, and if you weren’t mistaken, looking you up and down. Perhaps he was acknowledging subtly that you didn’t look like you belonged. Everyone else was beautiful, glamorous, outgoing and flirty. As you wondered which of your flaws it was that set you apart though, he motioned with his hand, signalling a drink? Did you want one? You looked to your left and right before pointing at yourself, mouthing ‘me’ to just make sure, willing to embarrass yourself for clarity. He nodded slowly, starting to head towards you.

You turned around swiftly, knocking back the remainder of the drink you had ordered, trying to look at yourself inconspicuously in the mirror behind the bar, smoothing your dress at the front as you noticed he was coming up behind you. Turning, you felt your heart leap as you faced him.

“Oswald Cobblepot. And course I was talking about you, you see a nicer lookin’ dame here?”

He was so easy to talk to, completely charming, self-effacing enough that he was irresistibly endearing. Before you knew it you were two drinks down, an hour spent just talking to him. Without noticing, he had you on a stool beside him, leaning in, his hand on your knee, fingers teasing the skin as they trailed around softly.

“Listen, sweetheart. It’s too loud down here, I do my best work in a more…relaxed environment. What’s say we head up to my office?”

And you followed him. You didn’t even remember saying yes, although that was what you had intended to say. Desperately, completely, one hundred percent yes. It might not be a fairy-tale romance, but it did feel like you were being whisked away by a shining knight, but you needed to stop. This could just be a thing, a fluke, nothing might come of it, and that would be fine too.

Once in his office, you submitted to his charms again, sitting close by him on the sofa while he placed his palm on your thigh, letting it trail further up your leg before coming back down again to your knee, over and over again, inching a little bit higher each time he closed in on the hem of your dress. You were giggling more than you ever had, face blushing, subconsciously leaning forwards, into him, and exposing your cleavage, letting your fingers linger on his arm, licking your lips.

Despite the two of you being the only ones in the room, he still leant in to whisper in your ear.

“Wanna have some fun, sweetheart?”

“I’m already having fun, Mr. Cobblepot.”

“You’re easily pleased, huh?”

He let his lips find your neck, kissing deeper as you leant your head to the side, feeling hand find your hip, the other tracing the curve of your side before cupping your breast. His tongue, fast and firm, left your skin moist and tingling, teeth clenching into the skin as he sucked lightly. You knew there would be a mark, and you were excited at the prospect.

With your fingers tight on his shirt collar, you pulled him close, into you, desperate for him to take it further. And when his hands finally found their way back to your leg, you let your thighs separate slightly, indicating your willingness, your desperation for his touch. But there was a knock on his door. An interruption.

Oswald pulled back from you, an apologetic look in his eyes. You smoothed your dress and your hair, trying to cover where you thought the mark from his bite would be.

“Come in.”

“Sorry to disrupt you, Mr. Cobblepot, but there’s a uh…situation.”

“Ok, I’m coming, I’m coming.”

Standing from the sofa, he adjusted his jacket, shirt and bowtie before offering you a hand to pull you up beside him.

“I’m sorry to cut it short sweetheart, I gotta go deal with this. But there’s a notepad and pen on the desk. You be a good girl and leave your number.”

Waiting for him to leave before you moved, you headed over and put your name, number, and a small kiss on the paper before heading back down to the dancefloor, satisfied with the meet-cute, the romantic first touches, and the prospect of living out a steamy romance novel with Oswald Cobblepot.

[your-fave-adopted-you]

Hi! If that's okay could i request platonic nrc staff reacting to MC wanting to go to an art school after nrc? Specifically for tattoos?

Based on the fact that i went to look at universities yesterday lol

As an art student this is very interesting.

in fact I made my pfp myself lmao

Also additional drinking game : drink every time you read the word tattoo and get absolutely wasted!

Guardian! school staff + MC who aspires to be a tattoo artist

Characters : Crowley, Crewel, Trein, Ashton

TW : none

Gn pronouns were used.

Context : It's not uncommon for young artists to be discouraged by their families and teachers when mentioning that they want to seek a career in art, and that it's not just a hobby.

But do you know how much worse it gets when you say that you don't plan to live by selling paintings like Picasso? do you how how many people won't think of tattooing as a proper first option?

Oh, you do. And that's why at first you're a little bit worried about telling them.

Dire Crowley

Actually it just came up in a random conversation

he told you that even if you couldn't get back home in the worst case scenario ofc

at least you were lucky that you studied at such prestigious school.

you had much more possibilities career-wise than most people.

and he finally asked you what you wanted to do, if you wanted to continue studying, or what was your dream job.

You told him your plans about art school, and being a tattoo artist.

"Oh, are you sure?" he said expressionless.

and like always, you had to explain why you wanted that, what it meant to you, yk, the usual.

"it's art school actually necessary for that?"

and again, you explained that in some schools they even had courses dedicated especially to tattooing, comics, animation,

and even if it wasn't the case, art school really helps with your skills.

and he went silent, contemplative.

"would i get one for free?"

"sure, but only if you volunteer for me to practice."

that's it, that's all he needs to hear.

Researches any school that seems worthy enough for your talent.

even privates ones.

ESPECIALLY THE PRIVATES ONES.

good lord he's actually calling and emailing and shit.

if only he put that much energy in everything else.

also he will stop anyone he sees with a tattoo and will bombard them with questions. "how much did this cost you?" "how long did this one take to- 6 hours? oh... do they get paid by the hour or?" "do you know if they're hiring?"

it's actually embarrassing.

One day he even asked Leona and made the terrible mistake of mentioning you, "Oh what a.... yes, it's definitely a design alright! where did you get this? I'm sure my y/n would like to know!"

next time you saw Leona he was actually curious about what kind of tattoo you were getting-

Also he stopped kalim once on his way to P.E to ask about his 😭

because??? they're white??? white ink??? oh his little artist will thank him for the info!!!!

poor kalim thought he was about to get dress coded or something.

long story short he fully supports you, he doesn't really get why you want to do it but, he doesn't question it either.

Divus Crewel

One day he just asked the class about what they had planned for the future.

There were all kind of answers tbh, some wanted to work in cosmetics or acting, some wanted to open a bakery, some wanted to be teachers, and there were people in your class that were rich already-

And then it was your turn.

again, the usual.

Half your class was already asking for free tattoos.

But Crewel was quiet for a bit.

He was probably thinking about those faded, gross tattoos that covered people's entire chests or backs, with eagle designs or exes names or something like that.

"Is art school really necessary for that?" pt.2

after you defend your position 😭 he asks you how much do people pay for it.

after you tell him that it can pay bills quite well, he finally agrees that's a good path to follow 💀

would NEVER in his life get a tattoo.

But after you show him the kind of designs you want to make,

he admits that it looks very good on people, it's like their skin is a canvas. in a way.

yeah so, as long as it pays well he will support you 💀 that's it.

Mozus Trein

He already knew that you were an artist but he assumed early on that you would sell paintings at expositions and paint murals and shit like that yk, maybe even sculpt?

And he knew that you wanted to go to art school. He fully supports that alright.

but then one day you corrected him. You wanted to be a tattoo artist, actually.

Mr.Trein is very well educated in art, it's an essential part of history and he kind of expected you to be the next Dalí or smth

He's not going to tell you that it's a lesser form of art, or that you should aspire for more,

but yk, he's an old man. he definitely thought about it.

"does it pay well?" pt.2

even if you got rich by that, he's still a little worried about your future.

"People will always have skin, and they will always want to do something cool with it so don't worry, i won't run out of work!"

it came out a little weird but he got the point. it helped a little.

his mental image about tattoos is very much likes Crewel's at first, and even when you show him your designs he's still somewhat hesitant about the whole thing

then you showed him that some people got tattoos after the loss of a loved one, or some kind of big recovery, meaningful stuff in general.

and ngl it made him see it under a different light.

your dream job could actually be... important??? helpful for some people??? wow.

After that he fully supports you, he won't ever admit it but for a second he wondered if he would ever get his wife's name tattooed 😭

Still he doesn't respect people with anime characters tattooed on their forearm.

Ashton Vargas

He's actually chill about it.

"is art school really necessary tho?" pt.3

Has the same mental image as the previous two about your profession

but like, in a positive way?

the kind of man to get a tribal tattoo, or an eagle across his entire left arm, or even his mom's name inside a winged heart on his chest 😭

doesn't even ask about the money lmao

"Can I get a free one?" pt.2

he thinks it's really cool but that going to art school for it is a waste of time and money, he thinks it would be better to study with 1 professional and then work for them for a while.

he really likes your designs

and genuinely thinks you have a bright future ahead of you!

he won't do the same thing as Crowley, but since you told him he would stare at kids with tattoos too.

then he would tell you about them.

"Huh. But what if someone comes to get their butt tattooed??? would you have to do it??"

"Probably yes?"

"BUT Y/N! WHAT IF THEY FART!?"

also

"Hey but what if your client sneezes? what if they get hiccups???"

he's asking the real questions here.

but yeah, fully supports you from the start, a very solid, proud dad.

[kanmom51]

Jikook/ Kookmin (however you like to call them) masterlist Part 2

Comeback live May 2018 - Jimin-ssi

Melon 2018 & Only then

Jikook what are you doing?

Why do people not see Jikook

JK being pretty comfortable with JM

An accurate description of members interactions especially Jikook

JK’s no. 1

JK gushing over JM

Starry eyed JK

A lesson in human reactions

3J’s BTB Jikook pure happiness

The Jimin effect

They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach

They are happy

Jungook calling JM handsome

Enjoy Jikook bliss

Frustration - why won’t people listen to Jikook?

Young crushing JM

They are in love

JM & JK crushing 2014-15

Jikook and zero concept of personal space

JM sitting on JK’s lap

You are me I am you Seoul LY last concert

Jikook turning to each other when happy

JK’s powers of teleportation

Jikook selfie

Boyfriend privileges

JM loves his muscle pig

What would happen if Jikook would kiss on stage

There is something about Jikook

JK’s reactions when he doesn’t want to be kissed or touched

Hobi is Jikook’s no. 1 fan and supporter

Any excuse to touch hands

Jikook are just gonna keep Jikooking

Jikook on camera in a nutshell (reblog)

Just because - Only then again

Purple & Yellow

The members don’t resent Jikook

JK ain’t backing up

Someone liking the view

Jikook make each other laugh

Again with the purple and yellow

Serendipity again (JK singing ITS 2)

JK’s fascination with JM’s back side

More JK fascination with JM’s back side

The way Jikook always turn to each other during closing comments in concerts

Jikook declarations of love

Jikook and Nightmare before Christmas

Jikook - a healthy long term relationship

Jikook are in a loving gay relationship

Some people have lost the plot

Jikook key moments

Fire MV the making of - Jikook

Jikook find happiness with each other

There’s a special place for JM on JK’s back

Jikook are happy stop saying they aren’t

The JM calming effect

The 3J’s - Hobi the protector

Favourite Jikook moment every year 2013-2021

Holiday memories 2021

RB the true to life Minkook conversation coming off stage

So, what did we have?

JK split his pants - no big deal?

This moment here

The power couple

Each to their own

Cute Minkook moments

Minkook underrated moments & Minkook small things they do

Jikook over the years in Troye Sivan songs

My favourite 2021 Minkook moments

This is not what I would call brotherly affection

JK as in JM’s chair

Jikook and award shows and award show subtle moment

Jikook 2021 hugs

The way JM grabs onto JK’s clothes

Top 10 non brotherly Minkook moments

Talking about ‘Own it’ again

Jikook difference in hand sizes

Names JM & JK have called each other - reblog

Jikook gifs - moments I love to death

When you ask for Jikook karma

Those third wheeling second hand embarrassment Jikook moments

Jikook are a couple, and even though Run BTS is work they still manage to Jikook

Those “oh shit, wtf is a camera doing there?” moments

Jungkook is definitely not upset when JM spills the beans

Minkook’s behaviour is understandable in their situation

About Minkook and fanservice again

Favourite Japan Minkook moment

Jikook boxing moments

Minkook/Jikook playful moments

Jikook are lovely

Some Jimin-ssi for the soul

If they are a couple they are brave

Not interacting on IG - what does it mean?

A Jikook moment I love on a good day

Fix you - Jikook moments

Jikook subtle moments 2014-2021

JM’s birthday Vlive 2022 one more time

Jikook came home for Suga’s birthday

Jikook and Free Fire

Favourite Jikook matching hair colours

The special couple days in SK and Jikook

JK’s sleeping habits brought to us by JM

Jikook synced/ habits/ mannerisms

Jikook synced/ habits/ mannerisms - Part 2

Jikook Mic drop

Jikook being louder than ever

Are Jikook different now days?

I guess I’m in love - Clinton Kane Jikook edit

JK being JM’s copycat all the way

Jikook subtle moments

Jikook and chin touching

Jikook and hair

Jikook and ‘coming out’

Jikook boyfriends

Jikook 2022 weekend interview

Jikook 2022 weekend interview more

Moments when the members just don’t know what to do with Jikook

More of the spot the couple game

Jikook and those little touches

JK calling JM anything but hyung

Enough with the “JK doesn’t like JM” story

Jikook and the rest of BTS

JK touching JM with affection

Is that a kiss Jimin-ssi?

Jikook and talk about kisses

Did Cowey spill the tea?

BTS editors cutting Jikook moments from content

My favourite “When you’re screaming but they only hear you whisper I’ll be loud for you” Jikook moments

Jikook playing together

JK taking care of JM’s back

Jikook “what the hell?” moments

Spot the couple in the ot7 photo thread 

50 seconds straight of JK scolding JM

JK not telling us where JM’s friendship tattoo is - what does it mean?

We don’t talk anymore - Jikook

LV 2022 -  Is this post about JK’s finger heart moment?

It’s just a NJ thing 

I couldn’t help myself

Who do you think took JM’s photo?

One more of those Jikook Mysteries

Does this clip need any explanations?

JM’s magnetic powers (well on JK that is)

Just JK looking at JM

And then you have JM laughing at everything JK does

What I think about Jikook as of today (7 July 2022)

Jikook in sync

JK and JM’s butt - a special relationship

Jikook and kisses 

JK letting us know JM is cute time after time

JM and JK starring in Jin’s IG post 12 July 2022

Dispatch D’Festa BTS - Jikook

And just in case you missed it

Jikook at Hobi’s Jack in the box party

The day  they had and the selfies they shared with us. - Part 1.

The day  they had and the selfies they shared with us. - Part 2.

The different types of Jikook hugs

Melon 2018

In case you missed the W Korea Jack in the box party post

It’s back up on Poly’s IG story

Does this mean something?

And the saga continues

JM the expert with the anniversary calculator

JK finding his way to be by JM’s side - reblog

Viollina and Jikook?

More from Viollina?

Viollina again

And again Viollina

JM and JK with the lights dimmed

JM and JK in charge of the friendship tattoos arrangements

Jikook tattoos connected

JK being JM’s copycat

It’s all about the choices

Yoongi and Jikook

Same vibes?

Another oopsy Jikook moment?

The JM effect

The JM effect part 2

Something to learn from Hobi’s comment

Not every single thing JM and JK do is about them as a couple, but some of it is

Jikook and the day counting

Poly C’s autograph wall

Interesting point I came by

Jikook in photos

This is happening

Another coincidence?

Hilarious

The way I see it...(photo folios)

This is hilarious

PTD LA concert Disney+

It’s always the 2 of them

JM knowing all there is to know about sleeping JK

Again with the comparison

JK’s brother’s IG

PolyC IG 15 September 2022

Again

Jikook being partners in crime

One year ago...18 September 2021

Remember this?

These two

Jikook vibing together

7 October Tae IG story - finally we get to see Jikook together

Those JM and JK being subtle moments - part 1

Those JM and JK being subtle moments - part 2

Those JM and JK being subtle moments - part 3

Those JM and JK being subtle moments - part 4

Those JM and JK being subtle moments - part 5

Those JM and JK being subtle moments - part 6

Those JM and JK being subtle moments - part 7

Those JM and JK being subtle moments - part 8

Those JM grabbing JK by his clothes moments

Those times JK lowkey stood up for his boyfriend

We got the Samsung hug in HD

I miss them

Happy Jikook/Minkook/Kookmin day

TMA’s 2022 masterlist rant

Jikook in busan

Playing games - a Jikook thing

Happy new year

Let’s talk about Tae’s birthday

Jimin birthday 13 October 2022

Jungkook’s Weverse posts

Irony: A little fandom lesson

Yet to come in Busan - JK/JM photo scans

There was no fight or argument

Dynamite Holiday remix

Our matchy matchy couple

Some JinJikook love

How lucky are we?

Because we all need some cheering up

Once again with the doubting

Jikook always together

Taeyang and Suga interview - the ease JM and JK are mentioned in one breath

2023 Happy Seollial - JM/JK addition

Good night interview - Jungkook

Good night interview - Jimin

Jikook - That’s amore

JM Weverse 2 February 2023

JK's Weverse live 2 Feb 2023

JK and Vibe

3 Feb 2023 JM and JK out to kill us all

BT21 have you ever seen something so cute?

The Feb 2023 Wlives masterlist

Dates matter

JM's special necklace

Jhope in the box- Hobi once again the president of Jikook fan club

Tae’s IG story 18 Feb 2023 - Hobi’s birthday

Talking about Tae’s story for Hobi’s birthday

JK about JM being cute - AGAIN

D’Festa again

Poly keeps the Jikook vibe going

Trust in Jikook

GCFS

GCFT, GCFS the likelihood

of Jikook being just friends

TTU final Seoul concerts

TTU Jikook changeup for last Seoul concerts 2019

TTU last Seoul concerts 2019 “but I still want you” ending - Jikook

TTU on tour staging

TTU last Seoul concerts - why are the changes Jikook made so significant?

The Truth Untold LY Seoul Final

You are me, I am you

You are me I am you

You are me I am you

A little Jikook numbers and math

A little fun math

This is big

[leossmoonn]

no bc think of matt with a partner who plays music and sings omfg

like he has them play/sing for them all the time because his hearing just makes it all the much better and it fascinates him and hes so supportive if you mess up and hes so proud of you and all that jazz

WNWNEIEKE BC I SING AND PLAY PIANO, BOTH ACOUSTIC AND ELECTRIC GUITAR, AND DRUMS SK LIKE SKENENE

The first time he heard you sing he thought it was an angel. He was going to your apartment to pick you up on a date and you didn’t even realize what the time was bc you were busy singing n playing piano and stuff. And so when you see Matt standing with just dropped in your doorway, you’re horrified and so embarrassed.

“Um, sorry. I lost track of time.”

“No, please, it’s okay. You sound beautiful. I never knew you could sing and play piano.”

“Yeah,” you laugh awkwardly.

You two have been dating for 3 months and y’all don’t live together so it’s not like the biggest surprise you didn’t tell him.

“Well, let me just get ready and we can go. I’ll fast, promise.” You get up from you’re piano and scurry to your room, but Matt stops you.

“We can have dinner here,” he states.

“But we made reservations and —”

“Please? I want to hear you play,” he gives you a small smile.

“You sure? I’m not very good,” you say.

“Stop being so modest. From what I heard, you sounded amazing.”

Heat creeps up your neck and youre like “thank you.”

So basically the rest of the night is spent with Matt sitting in your desk chair and listening to you sing and play piano. You also show him your acoustic and electric guitar and play a little bit or rhythm guitar and sing for him on the acoustic, and then you play a few solos from your fav rock songs. And then you also tell him you’re classically trained in piano but you like to do the pop piano stuff too, which is where you play chords and play arpeggios and manipulate the keys and rhythm to where it sounds like the exact song.

And when you tell him you can also play a little bit of drums, he is amazed.

“Oh my god. My girlfriend is so talented! Why didn’t you share this with me sooner?” He asks.

“I’m kind of shy about it. I’m self taught in everything else but piano and voice.”

“Well, you’re very talented and I am so impressed. Your voice is so pretty. So mellow and clear. It’s heaven to my ears.”

UGH AND YOURE SO FLUSTERED RN AND WANNA JUMP OUT THE WINDOW BUT ALSO HUG HIM AND KISS HIM.

Omg he has so many videos of you singing and stuff. Like when he’s working he’ll put in his earbuds and just listen to you and jam out while he’s doing paperwork 😭💞

[just-here-for-the-moment]

I spun the wheel…

Marcus Pike. SK.

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Get ready for some extra-soffft, meet-cute, domestic fluff, Marcus Pike size kink headcanon under the cut!!

The first time Marcus saw you, he was sitting at a table on the patio of a café. He put his phone down to people-watch, and there you were… a small woman getting dragged along the sidewalk by an enormous St. Bernard.

Marcus stood up to help you, but then he realized that it would be weird to leap over the little wrought-iron railing of the café, and anyway it looked like you were getting the situation under control.

You were tiny, especially compared to the huge beast, but you planted your feet and gave the dog a firm command in your deepest, most serious voice. The dog stopped pulling and you gave it some scratches behind the ear and murmured, “Good boy,” in a sweet voice.

You double-wrapped the leash in your fist and pulled the dog close to your hip with a firm, “Stay. Be good,” before you started walking again, and Marcus realized you may be petite, but you meant business.

Something hit Marcus in the chest when you turned your head and smiled at him as you walked by. He couldn’t help but turn and watch you stride away, back straight and head held high as you led the giant dog down the sidewalk.

And then Marcus realized that he had been so awestruck by you that he hadn’t even smiled back. And he felt so down, like he had missed his chance. He debated calling out to you, to say… what? Oh God, you would think he was a total weirdo. He shook his head at himself and turned back to his coffee.

And then the next Saturday there you were again. No dog, just you and your sunny smile and a big bag of groceries slung over your shoulder in a canvas tote. And he looked up from his phone just in time to catch your eye as you walked by the cafe’s patio. And Marcus desperately wanted to say something, but all he could think of was, “Nice dog.”

And to his extreme shock and chagrin, you stopped and looked at him over the top of the wrought-iron railing; the three-foot tall section of fence that put up a society-polite barrier between the cafe patrons and the rest of the world. And you had a tiny little frown as you tilted your head to the side and said, “Excuse me?”

And Marcus wanted to die of embarrassment. He hadn’t meant to say it out loud but it was out there now, and shit shit shit… what to do now? He recovered as best he could. “I- I saw you with a dog last week. It was a nice dog.” Marcus begged the Universe to send him a shovel so that he could dig a hole to crawl into.

But then to his surprise, you smiled wider and said, “Thanks! It’s my neighbor’s hell-beast. I’m trying to train it because my neighbors are useless. They don’t train him very well and they’re paying me to work my magic on him.”

You stuck your hand out and gave him your name. And when Marcus took your hand over the railing he loved how firmly you shook. Compared to the size difference between his hand and yours, he half-expected to crush you, but you shook hands just as confidently as you took command of huge dogs.

And then he said, “I’m Marcus.” And he was utterly confused when you threw your head back and laughed the brightest, most sparkling laugh he had ever heard. Were you laughing at him?

And you finally settled yourself enough to shake the tears from your eyes and said, “That’s the dog’s name, too!” And then you shot off into more peals of laughter and Marcus couldn’t help but laugh too.

And you didn’t have anywhere to be, and Marcus the human was pretty handsome and seemed nice. So when he asked if you would like to join him for a coffee you said, “Yes!” and flashed him the brightest smile he’d ever seen someone send his way.

And that was it for both of you - fireworks and shooting stars and lighting bolts. And so you sat for an hour and got to know each other, and the fireworks melted down into gentler fireflies and butterflies in both your bellies. And then at the end of the date he walked you home and kissed you at your door…

And now it’s half a year later and you’re wrapped in his arms in bed, and Marcus still can’t get over how tiny you are physically but how big you are in your personality and your cheer and your charm. Your big smile and your big love and the way that your passion for life dwarfs his. He thought he had a zest for life but then you came along and showed him how BIG life really was.

And he holds one big hand up and lays it flat against yours, palm to palm, just marveling at the size difference, still, like the first time you playfully put your hand against his to compare. And he can’t get over it, he just wants to hold your hand against his for the rest of his life, drinking in the sight of your smallness when compared to his own big hand.

And Marcus, sweet romantic that he is… he can’t help but start daydreaming about your future together, and what your kids would look like. And he thinks about a family photo twenty years from now, you with your arms tucked around the waist of a very tall son in his high school graduation cap and gown, and the boy has your smile and Marcus’s brown eyes and he utterly dwarfs you with his arm slung over your shoulders…

And maybe a daughter, too, a few years younger than the boy. And she has Marcus's hair and your tinkling laugh, but she shot way up in height during a growth spurt and now she’s 16 and tall like her dad and plays volleyball like a beast because she also has your won’t-back-down-from-a-challenge personality.

And the four of you are grinning into the camera with twenty years of love streaming behind you and Marcus like the wake of a boat skimming along on the water...

And then he sighs and snuggles into your neck, tucks his big legs tighter behind your small ones, spoons you closer, nibbles your ear. And he asks you if you want to go get coffee? And you do, and you always say the same thing: “I need a huge one. The biggest one they have, Marcus.”

And he smiles because there’s that big/small of you again. Your tiny hand wrapped around the huge takeout coffee that fuels your big energy, as you let Marcus the dog run to the very end of his leash out ahead of you, and let Marcus the human wrap his large hand around your waist and walk through life with you.

--- Tagging some of the petite ladies who told me they enjoyed the Dave York size kink post: @omlwhatamidoinghere @mandocrasis @pintsizemama @littlepadika @oceanablue @missredherring @studyofawearymind @axshadows