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rui31 · 4 years

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Alpha Stiles Part 3

An update because @superfamilylove reminded me I was writing this before my masters killed my writing inspo.

I’ll try to finish this as I actually really enjoy it. Just a note; I never watched Teen Wolf passed Allison dying because FUCK THAT NOISE. So I cannot reference any of what happened afterward cuz I have no idea and I don’t know any of the character, ie Ethan and Theo?, so don’t expect them in here.

ONWARDS INTO MY BOYLOVE MADNESS

Derek spends the rest of the day in relative peace, he wanders the town until he finds the local garage. He gets hired on the spot by some harried looking kid, rambling that the regular mechanic was on mat leave and the cars we’re starting to pile up and he didn’t know shit about engines and brake mechanics and....

“What the hell even is this thing?” he asks, flailing a piece of machinery between the two of them

“The transmission,” Derek answers hesitantly, not sure if this kid is seriously like this or pulling his leg.

“Not to mention Jackson had to bring in his car for an oil change and OFCOURSE it’s the newest Ferrari, because his father bought it for him as a graduation gift. Not saying I’m jealous, but dude...” the guy ends with some gurgling noises and flops back on the desk chair, banging his head on the table softly. “Ryma will serve me my ass if I lose him as a client.”

“I can work today if you need,” Derek offers, slightly off kilter by how the guy is acting.

“You serious?” he demands. “oh my god that’s great, super great. Dan should be coming in any time now, but Dan is old and he forgets things. He’s reliable and knows a shit ton of stuff, but I would not have him near my car.”

“So.... should I get started?” Derek asks instead of trying to discern what this kid, who’s obviously on some sort of drug, is saying.

“Yeah, sure. Let me show you around. Names Louis by the way,” and the guy, Louis, is grabbing some keys off the wall and opening the back door.

He works on that kids, Jackson?, car first. He’s half impressed with the car also but still feels like it could never match up to his Camaro. Dan comes in around the same time he’s done, giving him a nod and walking over to another car. They don’t really speak as they work, Dan turns on the little radio and plays some old blues music, the melodies smoothing over the jarring sounds of the electric drills and sander.

Derek turns to work on a hunkered old jeep that’s painted an obnoxious lime green next. He’s changing out the old brakes when Louis drops off some Chinese for him and Dan. The guy chats him up a bit, gushing about his girlfriend and complaining about the office work still left for him to do.

He cleans up after the three of them, picking up the white delivery boxes and chopsticks. Derek is grateful for the food and the companionship, though he probably didn’t show it what with his face in a half frown as he fought with the jeeps old screws.

Derek is shooed out of the garage at 8, Louis fixing up his shaggy brown hair behind his ears and his cheeks a dusty pink from excitement is rambling with nerves about his hot date. Dan pats the both of them firmly on the shoulder after lighting up a cigarette. He sets off on a slow pace into the dark and Derek doesn’t comment on the fact he hadn’t heard the man speak all day. He goes back to his own car after seeing Louis slide into a car with a curly haired girl with glasses.

He’s back at the motel room, exhausted and fully dressed, staring at his bed and, instead of falling into it and sleeping like a normal person, he’s fighting with the anxiety that’s kicking in. Panic seeps into him and he sits on the chair in the corner of the room, cradling his forehead in his hands as he takes deep and even breaths. Meeting the alpha and getting the job still hadn’t erased the feeling of dread and engulfing loneliness. His instincts are screaming at him to stay awake, stay on guard, knowing hunters are nearby and being without his pack.

He falls into some sort of meditation, keeping his eyes closed, he lets everything fall back to hear and smell, letting the rest of his mind rest. He comes to when there’s a knock at his door, he’s half jolting in panic when he realizes its Stiles and, by the time he opens the door, he’s back in control.

“Yooo, so I came to see you. Heard you got a job at Ryma’s place,” he grins at Derek. “You look like shit man. Did you sleep?”

“No,” Derek answers, his voice hoarse and dry. He swallows thickly and turns back into the room, keeping the door open so Stiles can follow him in.

“You staying here?” he asks incredulously, sitting up on the coffee table.

Derek grunts his response as he wanders over to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He walks back into the room, wiping his mouth with the small hand towel and Stiles is squinting around the room and back at Derek. He feels his heart race for a second but chalks it off to the lack of sleep before walking over to his luggage and pulling out a spare shirt.

There’s a shift in the room and Derek looks over his bare shoulder at Stiles, who’s twitching on the table and coughing.

“Nice tattoo,” he says to fill the silence. “What is it?”

“A triskelion,” Derek answers.

“Cool, how did you keep it there? I mean, Scott wanted to get one a couple of years ago but it faded/healed in like a day,” Stiles rambles and Derek cocks his head at him.

“You need to use fire.”

“Fire great so?”

“A blowtorch in my case and very steady hands,” Derek smirks and Stiles sighs.

“Ofcourse,” there’s silence as Derek throws his dirty laundry in the growing pile.

“Sooo....” Stiles fills in, jumping off all fluid and he’s suddenly in Derek’s space. “I know I said you’d have to speak to Scott and all, but he’s not going to be back for another couple of months. And you can’t keep living here. I’m pretty sure we exorcised a ghost at this place in highschool.”

“I’m going to find a place,” Derek tells him, his eyebrows scrunching down in confusion.

“And also are you sure you’re related to Peter because that guy was crazy and you’re...”

“Not?” Derek offers.

“Broody and you have that whole tall, dark and mysterious thing going for you,” Stiles says instead.

“I can rip your throat out with my teeth,” Derek replies, looking at Stiles sideways and the alpha breaks out into chuckles.

“Come on, you’ve met the ladies. I have some of the guys meeting us for breakfast. You don’t have work yet right?” he asks and Derek shrugs, grabbing his jacket and his wallet as they leave the room.

“Cool because Isaac has been hounding me with questions and Boyd has just been staring at me all amused and I just can’t handle them anymore.”

“It’s been a day since I got here,” Derek says and Stiles groans.

“I know right? But Scott knows how to deal with Isaac and I’m just floundering around with him,” he sighs and Derek stops his hand as it wanders over to pat him on the shoulder.

They walk into the same diner and the waitress, Tara he remembered, is walking towards him with a warm hello honey and a smile that Derek matches without even thinking about it. She guides them over to a booth when he says others will be joining them and looks over at Stiles when the guy doesn’t say anything.

“You smiled,” he says at last and Derek barely looks up from where he’s flipping through the menu.

“I do that sometimes yes,” and he’s trying not to think about how tired he feels right now, how warm and safe in the presence of this kid, that the words on the menu are blurring together.

He sighs heavily and looks up at Stiles when the guy remains quiet.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks and Derek smiles weakly, or tries anyways, he doesn’t know if his lips quirk up or not.

“Just tired, I haven’t been sleeping well,’ he responds.

“Why?” Stiles inquires. “I mean, I know what happened with the fire. Peter told us everything and it was basically why most of us got turned but...he killed Kate right and...”

“I’m an omega,” Derek explains, sipping his coffee when Tara brings their drinks without even asking. “Which means I don’t have the comfort of a pack as you do. You feel their presence so you know you’re safe because they’re close enough to be there if you’re in trouble. The last time I was here, my house had just burned down killing my parents and a couple of my cousins. My uncle ordered my sisters and I to leave, basically kicking us out of the pack. The place was swarming with hunters and wannabe hunters itching to put a bullet in our skulls at any sign of aggression. We barely made it out here in one piece and being back here after all this time,” Derek sighs again, grasping the cup tighter so the heat of the coffee could burn into his palms, the pain helping him focus as his eyes glow in the already bright room. “Everything has changed and yet, some things are the same. This place, the vet, it’s like there are two realities fighting in my head right now. The one I’m in and the one I left behind. The lack of sleep isn’t really helping either.”

“I can tell, those were a lot of words for guy who barely spoke the day before and dashed out of my presence,” Stiles says and Derek grins up tiredly.

“Yo Stiles,” a guy says, standing at the table. “Did you order yet?”

“Nah, Isaac this is Derek. Derek Isaac.” Stiles introduces and then there’s another guy slipping into the booth next to Derek. “That’s Boyd.”

He nods to both and he’s suddenly more awake than before, Isaac and Stiles are arguing about breakfast foods and Boyd is silently texting on his phone, sometimes eyeing Derek sideways.

“Erica says hi,” he says suddenly and Derek fumbles out a greeting when Tara is back, taking their orders in stride and waltzing away.

“So Kira was right, he’s not like Peter at all,” Isaac says when she’s out of earshot. “I mean he doesn’t even have the crazy eyes, he just looks sad.”

“Isaac,” Stiles groans.

“No but seriously, I mean Chris said not to judge but Peter was a psychopath,” he continues undeterred. “Just wondering if it was hereditary.”

“Chris?” Derek asks and Stiles reaches over to grab Isaac, but the guy either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care.

“Yeah, Argent?” he replies, shrugging off Stiles’ hand. “Allison’s father.”

“His girlfriend,” Boyd supplies helpfully, barely looking up from his phone.

“I’m going to kill you all,” Stiles growls, turning to look at Derek worryingly as his face shuts down.

“I knew they were still here,” Derek says and Stiles smiles tightly.

“They’re not Kate,” he supplies but Derek wants out, wants to leave because everything in him is screaming and he’s barely keeping it together.

Boyd’s hand on his shoulder is a shock, Stiles, reaching over the table, holding unto his wrists right above where he’s clenching his hands, they’re both solid presences that give him something to center himself but he’s still shaken.

“We won’t let anything happen to you,” Stiles says and Boyd grunts in agreement.

“Why are we promising this?” Isaac asks, leaning back on the booth with his arms crossed. “Peter turned most of us, he tried to kill ALL of us, we don’t owe his nephew anything.”

“We owe him common decency,” Stiles snaps back and his eyes flash a quick red. “No one should be judged by what their families have done, you should know that best of all Isaac.”

There’s silence and the curly haired boy frowns; the food comes at that point, breaking the silence temporarily. Tara frowns at Derek and asks if he’s alright, she doesn’t seem pleased with his quick shrug and walks away, glaring back over her shoulder at the other boys.

“Stiles mentioned you’re staying at that dingy motel,” Boyd says around a mouthful of waffles.

Derek, focusing on his plate of eggs, grunts in response.

“I know a place, it’s not too expensive and it’s got some personality if you’re into that kind of thing,” Boyd continues and Derek stares at him sideways, still poking at the eggs.

“Eat Derek,” Stiles commands and he barely has it in him to snap back, so instead he shoves a forkful of runny eggs unto a piece of toast and then his mouth.

“Oh you mean the place Danny had that rave once?” Isaac comments, pouring a hefty amount of syrup on his pancakes.

Stiles sighs again and turns a pleading look to Boyd.

“Yeah, it was nice,” he says instead.

“Well it held our whole grade plus most of our upper class men,” Isaac adds.

“Look can we not have the selling point of that place being that we went there for a rave like 8 years ago?” Stiles pleads.

“We can bring you there when we’re done,” Boyd supplies and Derek nods in agreement, mostly because if that place could hold a rave then it could definitely hold himself & his sisters comfortably.

Turns out the place, when it’s not packing, is a pretty low-key apartment with an almost industrial style with its spirally metal staircase and brick walls. Derek likes it, likes the tall windows and the high ceilings, and when it turns out to cost less that his dingy apartment in New York, he doesn’t stop himself from signing the lease. His landlord is almost crying in gratitude when Derek hands him the cheque.

The guys help him pack up his meager possessions and drop them off, but Derek has work and he’s almost grateful to leave the presence of the three guys. Not because any of them are being particularly strenuous in their interactions with him, but because he can’t handle being around people anymore.

When he gets back home that night, he phones his sisters to tell them he got a place and tries his best to describe it as best as possible when he can’t send over some pictures. Laura sounds concerned and Cora wants him out when she finds out the Argents are still there. The three stay on the phone for a while and Derek tries his best to console the two through the distance.

The place is barren and he’s left to curl up against a wall, facing the doorway, and his phone cradled in his hands. The place smells of the guys, of Stiles and Derek doesn’t know if it’s because of that, but he nods off.

#alpha stiles #my writing #Sterek #Fanfic

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the-kipsabian · 4 years

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Sami/Lynn pls

1. Who wakes up first? - i wanna say sami. lynn likes to sleep in late tbh2. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer? - i feel like both do this but probably lynn3. Who takes longer getting ready? - lynnnnnn4. When they can’t sleep, what do they do? - if they are together i feel like they just snuggle up and chat about random nonsense, if they are apart text each other and/or send dumb memes5. Who falls asleep while watching a movie? - lynn6. Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile? - sAMI7. Who comes up with the cheesy pick-up lines? - i really wanna say they’d both do this? but sami more so8. Who gets extremely competitive playing Mario Kart? - lynn. she gets competitive about like everything i blame that on ty9. Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling? - most likely lynn i wanna say?10. Who sets the other’s ringtone to something loud and obnoxious behind their back? - oh they would both do this11. Who rearranges the bookshelf/DVD shelf in alphabetical order? - sami cause lynn isnt organized in the slightest12. Who does the hands-over-the-eyes “Guess Who” thing? - lynn13. Who points out a dog when they see one? - LYNN she loves dogs and will attempt to pet every single one of them14. Who’s prone to road rage? - i feel like lynn? which is why shes rarely allowed to drive lol15. Who’s prone to wearing socks indoor (or to sleep)? - i wanna say sami?16. Who reminds the other to put on sunscreen before going to the beach (or pool)? - lynn17. Who carries all the important documents while traveling? - considering their jobs im gonna say both18. Who gets the window seat? - aaah that depends but lynn is probably more fond of them so her more often?19. Who puts their cold hands/feet on the other? - oh they both do that20. What do they argue about the most? - i honestly dont. think they exactly argue about anything?? they can usually sort things out pretty well and come to a satisfying decision about stuff together like adults should sooo?21. Who’s clumsier? - uuuh not really either of them but maybe lynn?22. Who texts more often? - i think they are both guilty of this tbh but probably lynn23. Who is better with kids? - ..i just wanna say sami for literally no reason other than it would be extremely cute LOL24. Who’s the better cook? - neither of them really cook but lynn?25. Who mistakes salt for sugar? - this would probably fall for sami tbh26. Who puts the fork in the microwave? - again, sami27. Who cooks at 2 in the morning? - oh both of them tbh28. Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1 a.m.? - again, both29. Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies? - sami. he absolutely would lbr30. Who likes doing the dishes? - (does anyone ever actually enjoy doing dishes just asking) but lynn probably31. Who has bigger cravings? What are they? - lynn. anything sweet and shes a coffee addict sssooo yeah32. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant? - i wanna say both but also leaning more towards sami33. How do they eat ice cream? What’s their favorite flavors? - they usually get a carton of something they both enjoy, two spoons and just eat as much as you can before youre done or its all gone tbh. depending on the mood there might be feeding bits to the other too. as for flavors i dont really know, but anything they both like is a go34. Do they go on dates? What are they like? - tbh i never. really saw them as the ‘go on dates’ type of a couple, you know? they work together, travel together, see each other basically all the time, hang in the same friend groups, so they are just constantly together and doing all kind of stuff and things together, so anything that would qualify as a “date” is usually either a group hangout or just like a casual movie night with takeout or something like that thats not exactly a date, ya know35. What do they smell when they smell amortentia? - asdfghjkl i dont know how to answer this even after looking up what that is ooooof36. Which one is the secret snuggler? - tbh they are both very open about pda so welp37. Which one offers their jacket to the other when they complain they feel cold? - sami38. Who reaches for the other one’s hand while driving? - ssssami39. Who leaves little notes in the other one’s lunch? (Bonus: What does it say?) - lynn would do this more often but both tbh40. Who is the most affectionate? - they both are tbh. sami maaaybe more tho?41. Who is the big spoon/little spoon? - sami is the big spoon, lynn is the little42. What is their favorite feature of their partner? - i feel like that to lynn it would be his eyes, and he would like her hair cause its so nice to play with43. What is the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other? - im trying to think how i planned this.. with sami its that he definitely gets more protective over her, and lynn is just like. everything else is fine like before but shes dodging a lot more of his kisses tbh44. What are their nicknames for each other? - i dont really think they’d have nicknames tbh? other than basic pet names, but they both already have such short names and lynn’s name is technically already a nickname so ye45. Who worries the most? Over what? - both tbh considering their occupation and that both have suffered more serious injuries before46. Who initiates kisses? - they both do this a lot, sami maybe more tho?47. Who says I love you first? How did it happen? - I HAVENT FIGURED THIS ONE OUT YET i’ll get back to you on this but tbh i feel like it would probably be sami maybe at like a post-ppv victory48. Who tells their friends/family about their relationship first? - i feel like they’d tell them all together since they have so many mutual friends etc.49. What do they do when they’re away from each other? - its probably work related so be busy with that, when they catch time they try to arrange a call or facetime or just text each other to keep in touch50. Who gets overwhelmed by small acts of kindness? - since they both do these a lot, i wanna say lynn at first probably? but she gets used to it and starts returning the favors real fast tbh

#also i saw that mario kart one and now im like ah yes #put these two battling it out in uudd #..i need that and i dont know how to write that oooooof #but anyways #cuties <33 #i answered all of these since you didnt specify numbers akjsndkjansdkja #honestly i havent thought a LOT of this relationship but i have thought about it enough lol #cause my brain needs to do things in chronological order when i day dream #i cant skip to just random events i need to have a full story cause my brain just functions that way #so i havent gotten to the 'i love you's or first kisses yet and im #hhhHHHHH #..anyways here ya go lol #oc: lynn #my children #coughedfeathers #thank you for asking!

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xoxoendoh · 5 years

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You are a disgusting ship slut How can you post fics about Sakura is married to DIFFERENT men on the SAME day? Its disgusting. slut.

Okay, first of all, sorry to have this in the tags. Won’t make a habit of it, this is strictly for filtering/blacklist purposes, as I know some people who follow my blog don’t want to see any mention of certain ships. Please don’t read further if you’re looking for regular fandom content—this is a personal response to the ship-hating anon asks I’ve gotten since posting both—😱 gasp!—a KakaSaku and SasuSaku fic for Halloween.

Second, and speaking of anon asks… I was not going to post anything like this. Until now, I’ve ignored and deleted the weird, rude, creepy, or otherwise obnoxious anon asks I’ve gotten. But it’s turned into a real deluge of nonsense lately—just because I posted two lighthearted, married-fluff fics with two different Sakura pairings…for a holiday. This ask was the fifth one in a row, plus an apparent divine message:

**Sarcasm aside, I will come back to this particular review in a sec because suicide is not a punchline or an insult.

Sadly, I’m pretty sure these are from at least three different people, unless someone went incredibly out of their way to change up their writing style and grievances…. Who knows.

But they’ve all either complained about my general multishipping (I write SasuSaku, ItaSaku, and KakaSaku), specifically called out KakaSaku as “disgusting,” yelled in all caps that KakaSaku was better than the others, and/or said SasuSaku was “abusive.” 🤦🏼‍♀️ Oddly, my ItaSaku was spared for some reason…?

I’m not going to defend multishipping, I just don’t need to…’cause this is fiction. Even thought about replying to this last ask with just:

‘Cause, ya know, cool.

But then I figured this probs won’t be the last of the ship-hating asks I receive, and the “kill yourself” review has really been needling at me, …sooo I decided to make this post so I could just refer people here. I’ll say it once, then go back to ignoring the nonsense. One and done. So here we go:

1. First and foremost: Telling someone to kill his/herself is unacceptable. I’ve never been more disgusted with this fandom than when I read that review because I’m assuming this “g.o.d.” ass didn’t begin and end with my “Kakashi Candyman” fic; they’ve likely posted similar vile shit on other fics. I have been lucky in terms of defying my genetic mental health odds, but what if someone else isn’t in the best place when they’re subjected to a review like that?? Suicide is not a punchline or an insult. One more time:

Suicide is not a punchline or an insult.

2. None of us own these characters. We are fans. Some of us create content for the fandom; some of us are consumers who might add commentary, start discussions, etc.; some of us do both—and that’s what makes fandom so fun!! Fandom should be fun.

3. Which brings me to my next point: I’m assuming you ended up on my blog for a reason, right anons? I’d really like to think most people don’t lurk in tags they loathe for some masochistic pleasure, so let’s go with this assumption: perhaps I’ve made content for a ship you enjoy? Sure sounded like you guys are partial to one of the ships I write (and maybe even on of the fics I’ve written?) from your asks. I love that, I’m all about that. But my blog intro explicitly warns about multiple pairings and I tag everything—by ship, by character, by fandom—specifically so people can enjoy my original work and the pieces I reblog without having to see content they don’t like.

4. So can’t you just stick to the fics for the ship you do like? I mean, do you think someone would be more likely or less likely to write (in general) after being harassed? I’m going to go out on a limb here and say less likely—which means less content for whatever ship you seem to love so passionately.

5. Finally, I’m not going to defend multishipping or pairings because a) I just don’t need to, it’s fiction and b) who am I to tell you how you should interpret fiction? I write and enjoy what I want. All I’m asking is for you to use the tag filters, stick to the content you like, and—for the love of everything—don’t bring anyone’s mental health into it. Well, and this:

Stop trying to ruin my fun because it won’t wooork! 💋

xoxo

Endoh

#trigger warning #tw #suicide #tw: suicide #tw suicide #KakaSaku #SasuSaku #Rant #personal #Naruto #gif

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angermango · 6 years

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For the alphabet meme: F, K, P, S with Dragon!Raiden, T, and Z

hhh anon you spoil me~ :) I’m gonna go for a mixed variety if you don’t mind (cut for length)

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

gollygosh golighty, it is probably the Kirby fandom. if my math is correct, I’ve been a fan since 11 years and counting!

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

Johnny Cage from Mortal Kombat. man went from obnoxious fuckboi jackass comic relief and butt monkey of the entire franchise to an honestly funny, caring and loyal guy who’s also a shockingly good parent and can even be pretty mature and reasonable if he needs to. Midway/NRS clearly didn’t like him all that much in the OT and made him pretty cringey, but now he’s actually bearable without losing the original ego and bad sense of humour that makes him who he is. got to say, I really love him now.

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

Pokemon SU/MO AU where instead of protag being recruited to hunt UBs Guzma ended up being drafted into it as a half ‘community service’ to make up for what he did with Team Skull and Lusamine, and the fact he also qualifies as a Faller. It’s not totally willing or a happily made decision (sort of imagining Looker or someone strong-armed him into it), but maybe he was desperate due to having nowhere to stay let alone a livelihood after disbanding Team Skull and wanting an escape and something to do. And there’s gonna be complications, such as others like Plumeria or perhaps even Nanu disapproving of his new ‘job’ (though it’s more like they’re angrier at the guys like Looker who dragged a guy who is clearly in a bad place into their dangerous ops) and the fact Guzma has a justified phobia and probably PTSD because of Ultra Beasts and Lusamine. It’s a redemption story yes, just an alternate path instead of going back to training with Hala like he did in the games.

I’m a little surprised how few people actually try to explore how Guzma’s experience in the portal affected him, and how it may have contributed to his heel-face turn in both timelines of the games.

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

(hhhhh I can’t believe you remembered this one esp when i haven’t officially done anything on it but in the tags of that one post!)

The dragon form is actually closer to Raiden’s ‘true’ form than the humanlike mortal body we know best. In his truest form Raiden is a shapeless mass of sentient lightning which would blind/vaporise any mortals who saw it, so a dragon made of lightning is his next best ‘safe’ form before actually taking a mortal vessel. In this form he’s possibly the most powerful and free in his element without being in his ‘raw’ form.

This is true for all gods, who if they can’t be bothered to take a more humanoid form or an actual mortal body they will turn into an elemental dragon - the next step between dragon and mortal form is an elemental humanoid form like the unnamed gods in SZM.

Basically think of it like a weirdass Pokemon evolution line roughly like: Shapeless elemental mass > elemental dragon > elemental humanoid > human vessel

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

Mortal Kombat: RAIDEN IS A GOOD PERSON WHO CARES AND ISN’T A FAILURE, YOU ARE ALL JUST MEAN.

Marvel: Tony Stark finds it easier to talk to and connect with robots and AI/VI than humans. His robots are like his kids and he’d totally have pictures of them in his wallet.

Kirby: (Game) Kirby’s impulsive, naive and childish but not a complete idiot. He often understands what’s going on and what’s at stake in serious and even pretty complex and highly dangerous situations, but he’s just the type who can put all that aside and single-mindedly focus on what needs to be done to save the day. True, he does have too-big a heart and often approaches things too simply in black and white terms, but it’s more of a merit of his that he has seen so much shit and yet can still trust and be kind even to total strangers in the direst of circumstances.

Madness Combat: Deimos is younger than Sanford (and a lot of the other characters) and isn’t as happy or ditzy as he acts a lot of the time - he’s got a fair bit of baggage for being a defector and the bloody and thankless ‘job’ he and Sanford have now. Sanford knows this, which is why he lets him off the hook [lmfao half-intended pun] for goofing around so much.

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go! (Prompts optional but encouraged.)

free pass to ramble? OK!!

sooo I just really like the Kirby series? It’s such a dependable series that is so enjoyable for all ages and fans, it has excellent art and music and always hits the right amount of throwback and new innovations and rarely disappoints or fails to deliver. Everything’s cute and colourful and accessible for the kidduns, there’s some juicy lore and deeper storylines for older fans to sink their teeth into and all round there is hardly anything to complain about in the canon media and the fandom. plus the Anime is like its own bomb ass ‘canon AU’ verse and can be taken separate, and that too is a barrel of fun with a cute and cheerful world that can be studied and mined endlessly for all sorts of story potential and themes without being exhausted. honestly, just everything about the Kirby series is superb and i would say it’s one of the best franchises ever, period.

#Anonymous #asks #thanks a bunch!!

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pinksausageduo · 7 years

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bae jinyoung|best friends to lovers|part 1

member: bae jinyoung genre: fluffy summary: you were best friends with jinyoung but you wanted to be something more but in your mind that’s never gonna happen. but the wanna one boys have a plan to set you two together without either of you knowing let’s hope it won’t be end in a complete disaster requested: yes!! soccer + best friend (can have romance) part 1 | part 2 (final)

you look at the soccer field watching the boys team practice

and you can’t help but smile as jinyoung scores a goal

you cheer for him loudly trying to embarrass him

“GO JINYOUNG!!! GO JINYOUNG!!!”

he looks at you blushes and gives you a heart warming smile and a small wave

you wave back frantically with a huge grin your face

you can see seongwoo lightly nudging him and smirking him while whispering something into his ear

you roll your eyes you’re sure he’s teasing jinyoung about you two again

and on cue jinyoung blushes bright red

seongwoo looks at you and winks while you just flip him off

he smirks and chases after the ball once again

jinyoung gives you one last glance and smiling at you which makes your heart flutter

even tho you’d never admit it did at least not to him

but the game continues and you keep on watching the boys practice

and your thoughts wandered

you and jinyoung were best friends

you had been since primary school

you both loved soccer with a passion and you were both the star players in striker position of your separate teams (1 all girls, 1 all boys)

it all started when you wanted to join a game of soccer with all the boys

but they wouldn’t allow you to

cause you were a girl and girls have cooties plus they’re not as good as boys

prove them they’re so fucking wrong sister

but jinyoung convinced them to let you play and picked you for his team

he told you “i’m sorry about the other guys, you can take centre attack, prove them you’re amazing okay?”

making you blush and giving him a dazzling smile at him while nodding

you felt sooo happy that even without jinyoung knowing about your skills at all he still convinced the guys to let you play picked you on his team and gave you the centre spot

you played excellently scoring 3 goals and your team won in the end

as you scored the final goal from half way

all the guys jaws dropped at your skills

you rushed up and hugged jinyoung tightly whispering into his ear

“thank you for letting me play”

he automatically hugged you back tightly

“of course what are friends for? but i also need to thank you for making us win” he whispered back

you both break apart smiling and you both knew you were gonna be best friends jinyoung still wanting to stand up for you basically shouted at all the guys

“WHAT DID I TELL YOU Y/N’S BRILLIANT!”

he grinned at you and you couldn’t help just at that moment but admit even then as a primary schooler your heart fluttered just a tiny bit

all the guys grudgingly respected you and in the end you became close friends with all of them by middle school

but you were closest to jinyoung of course

you both became inseparable

all classes you had together you sat with him

you became basically another daughter to his parents

and him a son to yours

son in law more like it

you both were each others best friends

he was there for you and you were there for him in every way possible

if you had a breakdown jinyoung could calm you in an instant

if he was upset you could always cheer him up

he’d bring you snacks before and after your soccer practices

and you’d attend as many of his practices cheering him on as much as possible

you both never missed a game when the other was playing

you literally were best friend goals

you guys would help each other out with school, friends, family, relationships everything

both of you had no idea where you both would be without each other

but as you got into high school you weren’t sure your feelings towards jinyoung were entirely just friendly

you just couldn’t think any guys could match up to him

he knew you inside out back to front

all your secrets, quirks, weird things you do

he knew all of them

jinyoung was the sweetest guy you knew and a complete gentleman

always opening doors, trying to buy the meal and you always refused making you guys split the bill

but you didn’t know he never did this with anyone else just with you

you thought that was just him as a person

he always could make you laugh and you had the best time with him

he was also extremely handsome and so many girls liked him it was ridiculous

but he really didn’t pay attention to them especially when you were around

but of course you didn’t notice that

you knew he was out of your league

and he could pick and choose and girl he wanted

which destroyed any and all hope of ever being more than best friends with him

plus he probably only saw you as a sister

mhmm sureeee he did

but all this didn’t stop from you having feelings for him

they weren’t like constantly in your face since you guys are best friends and you spend so much time with him but they like popped up when

things happened like

whenever he went on a date or told you he liked a girl which was still basically never

your heart felt a weird twinge

but you always ignored it

or whenever you hugged him or he complimented you

you heart would flutter

but you were happy with just being jinyoung’s best friend

hoping your feelings will go away eventually but you were very doubtful you would get over him before high school ended

you tried to get over him so many times but it never worked the dates the very short relationships could never even hold a candle to you and jinyoungs friendship

as you were totally lost in your thoughts you didn’t realise practice was over

you were snapped out of your thoughts with someone picking you up and putting them on your shoulder

you automatically knew it was woojin

he always did that when he wanted something usually money or food

“YAH WOOJIN LET ME DOWN!!!” you screamed while hitting his back

“ONLY IF YOU AGREE IN BEING A CHEERLEADER FOR OUR FINAL GAME” he shouted right back being clearly amused by your antics knowing he won’t let you down

you groaned at him “for fucks sake woojin you know i hate being happy and perky”

the cheerleaders basically offered you a one game position for the final where you could cheer for the boys

since you were known to be so close with them

but since then all the guys pestered you about it constantly begging you to agree

but they all had a reason for wanting you to be a cheerleader

they were the ones who even set up a special position for you with a little date bribing and they were done!

how i wish i was good looking how easy my life would be smh

so basically after they won the game cause they were 100% sure they would

cocky dicks

they were gonna have you and jinyoung in the middle of the field and they’ll start chanting “KISS KISS KISS”

and literally everyone would join cause

1. people were sick of you two not getting together but being more couple like then actual couples

2. hey who doesn’t like a kiss at the end of a game its cheesy and cute

then y’all kiss get together AND BOOM NEW RELATIONSHIP

THEY WERE GENIUSES

also daniel mentioned the other reason for being a cheerleader soon after woojin picked you up

“but you know jinyoung would love to see you in a uniform something short and tight” daniel cheekily butted in

“FUCKKK OFF DANIEL” you flip him off while he just chuckles at you

you see all the guys knew of your crush on jinyoung

but they didn’t tell him and you loved them for it

little did you know jinyoung had a crush on you and begged them not to tell you

so they decided not to tell either of you and be good friends

AND play matchmaker happily

“awwww y/n pwetty pleaseeee can youu be a cheerleader its only for oneeee game can’t you do that for me” daehwi said cutely with a lot of aegyo and puppy dog eyes

“stop acting cute it’s not going to work you child demon” you scoff back still slumped on woojins shoulder

“i give up she’s so fucking stubborn” daehwi complains

“you barely even tried??” guanlin says

“shhhhhh” daehwi shushes him

“LANGUAGE DAEHWII!!!!!” jisung scolded daehwi

“oh come on lay off it jisung he lives in the same house as us” minhyun said with an amused smile

“he’s still young minhyun!” jisung said scolding him also for his care free attitude

“if you say so” minhyun said while shrugging

mother and father goals

“IM STILL HERE PARENTS!!!” you say obnoxiously

“and there goes our least favourite annoying child” jisung sighed

“HEY! THERES NO SUCH THING AS A LEAST FAVOURITE CHILD!!!” you say

“of course there is, its you and the favourite is me” guanlin says smirking at you

“why the hell are you the favourite??” woojin asks trying to face guanlin

which meant spinning you around and all the guys trying to dodge your head

“cause he’s the swaggy rapper. duh.” jaehwan says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world

“I SAID THAT ONE TIME LAY OFF IT HYUNG!!!” guanlin whines

“NEVERRRRR” jaehwan screams

making everyone wince at his vocals

in the mean time jinyoung, seongwoo and jihoon come over

“whats all this about?” jihoon asks

“basically we’re trying to make y/n agree to be a cheerleader for the final game” woojin says again spinning you around again making you dizzy

“STOP DOING THAT!!” you shout

everyone laughs and you just pout

“ahhhh so cheerleader y/n, is this for her to be in something short and tight for jinyoung???” seongwoo said suggestively

making you and jinyoung blush so hard

but neither of you deny it lol

“HEY THATS WHAT I SAID!!” daniel said grinning brightly

“YEAH ONGNIEL IS SCIENCE YO!!!” seongwoo shouts happily back

and they do their secret handshake which takes soooo long with the weirdest details like both their butts rubbing against each other, weird faces, complicated hand motions and they finish it with a bro hug

“i should be part of that, ongnielhwan is science sounds soooooo much better” jaehwan said disappointedly

“but you have meeee” minhyun said cutely while hugging jaehwan

“ew get the fuck off” jaehwan bitch glared at minhyun but he still clinged onto him

“y/nnnn please agreee so these idiots can all shut up” jihoon pleaded

“WHO ARE YOU CALING IDIOTS???!!!” all the guys chorused

“JINX”

“DOUBLE JINX”

“TRIPLE JINX”

“can y'all just shut the fuck up” jihoon says grumpily

“LANGUAGE!! AGAIN!!” jisung scolded jihoon this time while glaring at minhyun daring him to say anything

minhyun just put his hands up in defeat with a “i didn’t do anything wrong” face

“teenage bloody hormones” sungwoon said rolling his eyes at jihoon

in the midst of all this mess jinyoung gently lowers you down from woojins shoulder

making you extremely close to him

everyone’s watching intently like it was some sort of rom-com

and everyone knew you were gonna agree to being a cheerleader cause

he’ll ask you

and of course you’ll say yes

ITS BAE JINYOUNG

and you were also basically in love with him

and all of the guys were just smirking at each other knowing their plan will work out since the hardest bit of it was for you to agree to be a cheerleader

“guanlinah get me some popcorn” sungwoon ordered

“hell no do it yourself” guanlin replied S.A.S.S.I.L.Y

“F-” sungwoon started to speak but he got interrupted very quickly

“SHHHHHHH” shushed the rest before sungwoon could go on a rant about how the younger generation should treat their elders with respect

and then guanlin would mention something about height

and sungwoon would go full on hulk mode

but you weren’t paying attention all you could hear was your fast beating heart

jinyoung softly pleaded to you with his adorable chocolate brown eyes staring right into yours “y/n will you please please please be our cheerleader for the game? for us? for me?”

you knew you couldn’t say no to jinyoung especially when he was looking at you like that

“fine” you bitterly said

which resulted in loud cheering and whooping from the guys

and the most heart warming smile from jinyoung

jinyoung tightly hugged you spinning you around

making you squeal a little and his heart warming at your cute antics

you hug back with you eyes closed

you love his hugs so much

you part with everyone smirking at you two

before you could say anything daehwi comes between you two and hugs jinyoung

“hes mine” he says cutely poking his tongue at you

with jinyoung shyly grinning and blushing at you

you can’t help but smile at the two guys you loved them both heaps

“BUT YOURE MINEEE DAEHWI” you say loudly while grabbing daehwi and tightly hugging/squishing him

he squealed and laughed while saying

“i love you too y/n”

IN A BROTHERLY SISTERLY WAY NOT ROMANTIC

everyone but you could see the glint of jealously in jinyoung’s eyes

even daehwi so he parted with you quickly and silently mouther a sorry to jinyoung

and jinyoung visibly relaxed and mouthed back it’s okay

you were completely oblivious to all of it though

“but you guys better win and you also need to buy me pizza” you warningly say to all the guys

“DEAL!” they agree happily

you all prepare to leave and jinyoung wraps his arm around your shoulder while whispering in your ear

“really thank you for agreeing”

“it’s all good” you say smiling at him

“i’ll be your cheerleader” you chuckle a little making a cheerleading gesture

which makes him smile widely at your adorable chuckle and cute pose

“just my cheerleader right?” jinyoung asks

“just yours” you say sweetly back

BACK FROM MY UNOFFICIAL HIATUS W A CUTIE JINYOUNGG!!!! if y’all want info about the reasons for hiatus, fics to come and MY NEW SERIES please click here. anyways i love jinyoung and there will only be a part 2 to this scenario which will be the game and it’ll be shorter than this and ill be releasing that eventually. BUT THANK YOU FOR READING LOVE YOU ALL FOR STAYING WITH ME AND DONT BE AFRAID TO SEND ME A MESSAGE OR AN ANON!!!

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Soulmate 1

- OT7 x Reader

- It’s not all honey and sunshine in the world where soulmates are something of God given will. Will the boys be strong enough to get through the day with their better half or will the relationship will tarnish with the tick of the clock.

-Fluff, slight angst, soulmate au, soulmate!iKon

-Disclamer: Yes, that first sentence is borrowed from Jane Austin’s Pride and Prejudice, one of my favorite romance book to read. I was rereading the book for the umpteenth time when this popped up in my head. I don’t know why but hopefully it’ll be a good series.

-Chapter 1: Chanwoo

-Chapter 2: Hanbin

-Chapter 3: Yunhyeong

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man (or woman) in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a mate. Just in this universe, this time and space, that truth is a bit more complicated than most. It seems as though everyone around you were raised on the rigid schedule of school, career, marriage. People stumbling and bumbling around like fools waiting for that special someone to drop on their laps and be merry as if their sole purpose in life is to find a mate. Sure lots of time it works out for the better but more often than not, it entails a string of heartbreak and tears that perhaps is nobody’s fault but the outdated belief that your soulmate gets assigned to you for a reason so just accept it and let it be. The ridiculous belief that the meaning of life is to get a fortune, or as close to one as you could in the modern days meaning a good career, then getting hitched off to some stranger for the rest of your life and be merry for all eternity.

That’s right. This is one of those world that soulmate comes to you neatly wrap in a bow by some sort of higher divine, cosmic bullshit. You had always wonder had it been any other way, in some other universe where soulmate is what you decided or the idea of soulmate is altogether preposterous, would it be any better. The idea of stumbling through life searching for the connection to the person you’re suppose to spend your life with is curious yet intriguing. How many times, trials and errors would you have to go through before ending up with that person. Whatever it is, seems better than having someone popping up out of nowhere like a flower in spring and just “Tah dah, I’m your soulmate, love me.” Where’s the romance, where’s the passion. Sure this was efficient when the human race was on the brink of extinction but now with it thriving like a horde of unstoppable cockroach taking over Earth and moving onto outer space, why was looking for your own love so radical.

You had heard the story thousand, no, millions of times of course. When you meet the one that was meant for you, your heart will just know. How could it be any more cryptic than that. Come on, couldn’t the ancestors had asked the Gods for something more obvious like a sign,their names appearing on your skin as a tattoo, the sound of their voice, the world bursting out with colors, anything. Nope! All you got to go on is heart palpitation or something like that. You scoffed at the girls huddling together excitingly sharing the tale on the playground at age 6, cafeteria at age 11, again at the gym locker at age 16. Some girls are so hellbent on “saving themselves heart and soul” for their soulmate that they would turn down completely good men and happiness times again. You sigh as the fleeting giggle as a group of girls murmur amongst each other, something about the girl named Hani finally felt that heart clenching moment.

Maybe you’ll never feel it, maybe it’ll be tomorrow but who knows… Whatever it may be, you’re in no rush to find out.

Chapter 1: The Boy with the Baseball Glove.

You were about done with the world, what is it about Friday afternoon and the throngs of customers flooding the small cafe you’re currently employed at. By all mean you weren’t one of those “I hate my job, kill me now” type of employee. You like the job and it pays well enough to keep your motivation up but some days, some days are just worse than others. Just as the door to the quaint place creaked open, a group of what you could only described as annoying “frat boys” with nothing better to do but belittling everyone else around them stormed through the threshold. What’s with the quotation around “frat boys”? Well you have friends in frat and you know just because a boy is in a frat doesn’t mean they’re good for nothing, obnoxious, making pass at anything that move. They wore their letters proud and make maximum effort at showing off their muscles as they passed you by. Just as the boys’ attempts at putting about absolutely every greasy remarks in the book to get you into one of their beds finished, a horde of teenagers that bought between the 5 of them 2 cups of hot chocolate, 8 glasses of free water and taking up half the place for almost 4 hours had your manager ticking with anxiety. Then a man returned his drink that was ¾ finished complaining it wasn’t to his liking. Normally your sassy manager would’ve made a new one, dump off ¾ then return the “new” drink just for the sheer rudeness given to you by the dude. However, with the crowd fighting for seats, line out the door, he just simply pat your back as a thank you for not losing it.

The rest of the shift went by in a blur and soon enough, the golden hue blending away with the rose tone of leftover daylight signaling your shift had ended. You smile at your replacement, wishing her luck before shedding the sticky sweet stained black apron. Slumping onto the wooden bench, your fingers sluggishly pull the oversized flannel over your weary shoulders before slamming the old metal locker shut with a bang.

It’s such a beautiful sunset, calm and graceful, unlike the rowdy suffocating atmosphere at work. Your feet begin pattering against the pavement once again leaving the bus stop you had been sitting at for the past 10 minutes. Evening like this shouldn’t be waste on watching the streams of taillights from your usual window seat. Hand clutching a snow ice milk shake bag, you watches as young couples emerge from random corner of life for a long awaited date night after a torturous week of work.

“When will I meet that person…”

Even as anti-soulmate as you were, the thought of having someone the share all you secrets, all your worries, even just a simple meal, or a midnight snack with tingles your heart a bit. A soft smile unknowingly blooms on your lips as you watch the awkward interaction of a young couple, no doubt barely meeting each other not too many times before. How her cheeks flushes in a rosy hue whenever he smiles her way. How his smile wavers just a bit whenever she brushes her hand over his. How-

Your thought blanks out just as your vision. Suddenly all you could see was white then it was dark before you feel the radiating pain on your forehead just above your left brow.

Shit.

You stand still, your bag of ice cream laid on the ground, its content sprawls messily across the border of the sidewalk and the grass. Hand holding your non existent bump on your head tightly, your face scrunches up in anger and before you know it, a scream lets out from your throat.

“YAH!”

Then there it was. You could feel cold sweat breaking all over and your throat clamps up. Thump. A single heartbeat so loud it wipes out every other noise in the entire block. Thump. A second heartbeat though not as loud, just as powerful as the first and there it was again. It feels like someone had reached their hand through your ribcage, grasping your heart then squeeze it with all their might. You could feel all the air getting forced out of your lungs from the sheer pain alone yet it felt so magnificent. Your eyes widen, hand moving from your forehead to your heart to feel not one beat but two, two for a brief moment before they both join together in a harmonious almost overexcited beat. Before you could start to wrap your still aching head around the situation, a soft voice speaks up that has your body tense.

“You felt it too, didn’t you? Don’t lie, I can see it on your face.” A boy, well his face was childlike and playful despite a worry scowl prominent on his features, his stature however shame most men. He totters over, a hand shove in his pocket, the other mirroring the one you have over your heart.

“Are you the idiot that threw…” You glances around the ground, wondering just what it was that has your head aching. “This stupid glove at my head?” You groan as you bend over, reaching for the glove before…

Goddamn it, not again.

Your heart clenched again but that wasn’t the part that has you grumbling in frustration.

“Oh my God. I’m so sorry. I’m sooo sorry. Shit. I swear I’m not this clumsy all the time.” He speaks up again and your heart couldn’t help but elates. Your right hand still clutching the dirtied glove , the left on your forehead once more as the boy had knocked you on your ass quite literally with his forehead slammed roughly against yours as you both dove for the weapon of your heart destruction.

“Are you okay, miss…”

“It’s Y/n.” His voice trails off and you replace it with an almost annoyed grunt.

“Y/n… wow…” You peer up to catch him repeating your name with almost a sense of admiration filling his twinkling eyes.

“Ahem. I-I’m Chanwoo. Jung Chanwoo.” The boy snaps out of it the second he feels your eyes on him, straightening himself out but still stuttering a bit from nervousness. Honestly, you can’t help but giggle from how cute he is. His face handsome and physique top notch. He dressed simple in a grey pair of sweat and a giant white t-shirt that’s dirtied probably from dirt and sweat. His eyes train on you so intently it’s borderline rudeness but he couldn’t stop staring. You were just a foot away from him, hand still fidgeting with your forehead, face cringing slightly from the pain yet you look so lovely, better than any of the figment of his imagination he thought up pondering of what his other half would look like.

“I’m really sorry about, you know… your head. That’s not how I imagine meeting my-” Near simultaneous, the wheels of both your brains begin churning vigorously at the realization of who the person sitting across the way was.

“YOU’RE MY SOULMATE!!”

You both yelp out loudly, earning a few strange stares from nearby park goers. He laughs in delight watching the way your cheeks turn a soft shade of pink matching the sky above, your hair glows in the last few drop of sunlight of the day, happy that on your lips too was a smile. He whispers a soft “wait for me” before running off to a group of boys that had been watching from afar this entire time. A minute later he returns, backpack slings over his shoulders as he shyly reaches out for your hand. You tilt your head in confusion before realizing your fingers wrapping tightly still around the brown worn out glove. You hand it back and he gladly accept until his brows furrow with worry. Glove hastily shove into his bag, his svelte fingers travel toward your face leaving you backing away out of instinct yet not even a second later, to his joy, you move forward into his touch.

“Does it hurt a lot? I’m sorry, my hyung are idiots. They were messing around and threw my gloves. I told them not to...” His eyes glue to your forehead as his finger delicately pressing warmth to the redden area.

“I’m okay. It just sting a little bit.” You chuckle nervously, eyes hook onto his gorgeous brown ones scrunching up while he wincing at your barely there wound.

“Can I take you to dinner? You know… make up for scratching up your beautif-“ Chanwoo feels his face bursting out with steam, throat closing quick.

"What was that? Can I hear the rest of that sentence?” Smirk teasing on your lips as chanwoo pats his heated skin in embarrassment.

“Your, your… uh… your very beautiful face.” He stutter out, averting your gaze at all cost. “I can’t believe this. So embarrassing. I’m suppose to be all cool and stuff when I meet my soulmate but instead i hurt her then make a fool of myself.” He groans perhaps a bit louder than he wanted to, feeling another burst of steam puffing off from saying such ridiculous things.

“You’re funny, Jung Chanwoo. Not to mention cute.” At your timid praise, his face perks up with excitement, leaving you drunk with his smile and the cute little dimple. “Just so happen I am free tonight. I guess I’ll take you up on that offer.”

Chanwoo waves to the group of boys that had been looking on from the far side of the green grass field of the park and you bow before heading off toward the darkening horizon with your fated man. In the short 15 minutes walk to the nearest cafe, you found out he was some sort of child actor and model. He worked random jobs before hitting the big break with the boys you had seen earlier. You felt bad, a young boy thrown into this crazy business of practicing till early morning only to get rush straight into voice lesson right after. Guilt ran through your veins watching his wide eyes then that slight awkward shuffle as you both stood there waiting for the crosswalk to turn green when you had confessed you didn't know who he was. You hastily explained you're not one to keep up with entertainment but that only turned from bad to worse, as if you’re just making up excuses. You’re sure he’s some big star, it’s just your lame ass could never bother enough with keeping up with insert-celebrity-name-here.

“So you’re telling me you’ve never heard of iKon? WIN? Mix and Match?” Chanwoo muses as he pulls you away from the edge of the sidewalk, moving you inside while he ever so gentlemanly walks on the outside closer to the street. Man, this boy will be the death of you. Up to an hour ago, you thought the whole soulmate idea was stupid but this, if this isn’t romantic you don’t know what is. You found yourself grinning like an idiot before snapping out of your dream world to answer his pestering.

“Yea, I’m so sorry.” You hesitate for a second, watching how he’d react but he just keeps smiling, walking close to you. “But if you’re free, maybe you can show me? I’d love to spend more time with you, that is if you want... I know you’re an idol, super busy and all that... I’m just some averag-”

“Don’t finish that sentence. I just met you and I may not know much but you are not average and I would love to get to know you more.” He stood there cheesing at you with the most innocent glint sparkling in his eyes. You might not know who he is but you feel a strange sense of comfort knowing he wants to get to know you just as much as you do him. There was no hidden intention behind those kind, playful eyes, just pure curiosity of who you might be.

By the time both your hands were heavy with food and drinks, the sky is already darken, dotting with a few barely visible stars and more than a few manmade ones. The thought of a sit down dinner cross his and your mind but ultimately both of you decided against it opting for a more “intimate” dinner at the nearby park. Settling down in the brightly lit picnic area, you watch as Chanwoo slowly pull the contents of your many bags out one by one, smiling as a couple kids run pass by in a tag game.

“Before we eat, let me see that.” Chanwoo coos as he reaches forward once again, this time reaching for your cheek. You could feel the steam puffing out of your ears from the close proximity alone but now, his large hand cupping your cheek as he inches closer, lips mere centimeters away from yours... You could die this moment and still be the happiest woman in the world. His index quick to rub something wet over the small cut above your brow complete with a small bump you had acquired from the impact during the hour spent wandering under the street lamps with your new friend.

“Keep still. It’s just antibiotic ointment. This will keep your skin from scarring.” He quips when you wince from the warmth of his finger contrasting to the cold of the ointment. With a firm press to the bandaid, he smiles contently before moving away admiring his neat job.

“You seem like a pro.”

“I hurt myself a lot playing sport... Gotta keep the money making face pristine, you know.” He jests leaving you shaking your head in disbelief.

“Alright, pretty boy. Thank you, my beautiful face appreciate your beautiful patch up job.” Lord knows what went through your mind but a sudden gush of bravery strike the match in your heart giving you the courage to do what you had been wanting too all night... You reach out to grasp his hand in yours. Chanwoo finches at your touch at first but then melting straight into it. For a split second, you feel your chest tighten when he pulls his hand away only to feel like cloud nine when he intertwines his fingers with yours. A strange sense of serenity washes over the both of you despite the screaming of kids and loud thuds of basketball hitting the hard paved courts. For a moment it was just you and him, hand in hand, barely know a thing about each other but you trust him and he does you. Suddenly the future doesn’t seem so bleak and distant anymore but bursting out with roses and sunshine. How could a stranger makes your heart flutter so. He raises all the hair on your body just with his voice. Your heart races just by glancing at those large eyes that seems to hold the universe. His lips so pillowy soft despite the way he constantly has it gnawed in between his perfect teeth leaving you mirroring the action, wondering what they’d taste like. His skin tan and smooth, exulting every trait of an athlete. Not only so but he seems to be such a wonderful man, someone you’d love to know more about. He’s so cheeky yet at the same time, a certain shyness is about in the way he speaks whenever you’d retort with something out of his prediction. Yet it also left you wondering, would he likes you if he really knows who you are. The life of an idol, must be exciting flying to Japan one day then America the next. You’re just a cafe worker...

“What’s wrong, Y/n? You got kinda quiet... Is it me? Did you not want to hold hand...” His voice laces with a touch of sadness, eyes fallen onto your joint hands, hoping you won’t pull away.

“NO, no.. it’s definitely not that. It’s... You know up to an hour ago, I though soulmate was bullshit. I thought soulmate is someone you have to work for to meet, not just some chance encounter and instantaneous intertwining of hearts.” You sigh dejectedly, confessing your worries.

“Oh... So you don’t want me then?” His voice sounds almost monotone, robotic for lacks of a better term. You didn’t want him to think that way, no you definitely would love for nothing more to be with him despite going against everything you believed in.

“Chanwoo, you’re perfect... maybe too perfect for me. I’m just a normal girl. i’m not even one of those girl that buys into the idea of a God given man just for me. You could do so much better. I’m sure you’ve meet tons of better girls in your line of work” You chuckle awkwardly, eyeing him for any reaction. When non given, you rest your head on his broad shoulder, hand squeezing tighter as if it’s the last night you’d get to be with him. “I’d understand if-”

You have never shut up faster before in your life. One moment you felt his hand leaving yours, no doubt making up his mind about leaving you. The next you were seeing stars and no longer did you wonder about how his lips taste. Chanwoo has both his hands around your cheeks holding you in place, thumbs caressing your redden skin gently before they move onto pulling you closer. He presses his lips onto yours hastily, doing his best to yank you away from your strange thoughts because he had never seen a more perfect girl, and all for him. You’re his soulmate and no force in this world was going to take you away from him, not even you. Sure there were cases of one sided soulmate, soulmates that ended in divorce, but this wasn’t one of those. He saw heaven when you appeared and he knew you felt it too. He’d be a fool to let you walk away because you somehow think he needs better. His hands trail away from your cheeks and tightening around your back, happy when your little hands travels to his waist holding him close. You let him work you into a stupor with the way his lips moulding against yours tasting like peppermint and sweat. He pulls away for a second but his hold on you remains strong as ever.

“You’re my soulmate and I don’t care what you think of this whole thing. I wholeheartedly believe soulmates are soulmates for a reason, call me old fashion. You, I don’t know why or how, I don’t even know that much about you yet but I can tell you this, I only need you. Even if you don’t buy into this whole thing, at least give me one chance. Yea? If you don’t believe in love at first sight then give me one chance to prove to you I am your soulmate. At least let me earn your love.”

He presses another kiss onto your lips and feel the relief of the weight of the world being lift off his shoulder when you nod, lips still flush tight against his, matching smiles bloom on both your lips.

“What about me? What should I do to earn your love.” You mumble against his lips, still desperately pressing against yours as if he could live off of kissing you alone. You pull away slightly to just really look at the man sitting in front of you as you await his answer. It had been such a whirlwind of an evening that you hadn’t really just look at him and every with every second pass you could feel yourself getting further in him. Your finger tracing out the edges of his face, to those soft lips that had been drugging you, to those chubby soft cheeks of his. You place a lingering kiss on his left cheek and feel him giggle under your caring touches.

“Nothing. You already have mine.”

Chapter 2: The Boy in the Red Flannel.

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