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“Coach Dawson really is a great person. I mean, even if I worked my ass off until I graduate, I’ ll never achieve such physique,” said William (the one in the middle), or Will now, smiling proudly at his body
“Yeah, look at this. It’s perfect,” said Jacob, lifting one of his arm and show a hint of a smile while occasionally whifing his armpit
“Unghh….damn……I’m super buff now. Coach Dawson is the best, we should write an article about him!” said Andy, grunting while also lifting one of his arm
“Hey, we’re no more the college newspaper kid. We love baseball now, besides, I’m not pretty sure I can write as good as I used to. I mean, I lost my passion in writing, it’s boring and not making me pumped,” said Will, caressing his toned abs
“Yeah, I kinda lost some words too. And ohhh fuck….I’m yawning just thinking about it,” added Jacob
“You bro got a point. Then, let’s hit the gym again, shall we? There are some machines that ready to be destroyed today,” said Andy, now clearly focus on how to maintain himself on top of his physique. No more after school meeting to brainstorm and write the boring newspaper, it’s training time from now on

Third times a charm - Jughead x Reader

The first time I saw her, oh boy was I nervous. I was working my regular Tuesday shift at Pop’s Chock’lit Shoppe like I have been for the past few weeks. You see, ever since the drive-thru theatre shut down, I had gotten a Job at Pop’s diner and I absolutely hate it! The uniforms are whack and so were the customers but if it pays the bills then I am all for it.

I was re-stocking the napkins, content with my thoughts when all of a sudden, the familiar ring of the Pop’s diner doorbell chimes, signalling the new arrival of a customer. I look up to see who is entering when I see the most beautiful, (Y/e/c) eyed girl I have ever seen. Her hair glistened in the light as the diner sign reflected beautifully off of her perfect skin. Her ripped jeans and black tank top hugged her slim physique in all the right places. And her wavy (Y/h/c) hair flowed effortlessly underneath her grey beanie and past her waist. She was breath taking.

The mystery girl sat down in a booth and proceeded to look at the menu. She studied it so intently that she slowly began to bite her lower lip. It was driving me crazy. I suddenly realised that I was the only one on tonight and that I would have to take her order.

I braced myself as I sat down the napkin holder, grabbed a pen and began to walk over to this girl. I was so nervous, I began to shake uncontrollably. Taking a deep breath in to calm myself I began to talk to her…

“H-hi, wel-lcome to P-p-pop’s Chock’lit Shoppe wh-where all your Chock’lit dreams-s come true. My name is Ju-jughead and I will be your waiter this e-evening” I say shakily as I am suddenly aware of how ridiculously lame I sound in front of this pretty girl. She giggles and it sounds like music to my ears. I wish I had it on record so I could listen to it every second of everyday. “Hello Jughead! Ummm, can I get a vanilla milkshake and some curly fries please? Thank you!” She said angelically, her voice as sweet as an angel.  

I nod in understanding, afraid that if I open my mouth again I will just make a bigger fool of myself. I scurry off into the diner kitchen to cook up her order before I make things worse.

As I’m cooking her order, I can’t help but glance in her direction every chance I get. The more I look at her, the more I want to get to know her. She has this thing, this way about her that makes me want to know every little detail about her. About her hopes and dreams and her biggest goal in life, I want to know everything.

Just as I was finishing up her order, I heard the familiar chime of the doorbell ring multiple times, oh great, a group of people. But when I looked up it wasn’t just any group of people, it was Chuck and his band of misfits. One by one the filed in, making a ruckus where ever they went.

I watched silently as all of the jocks went sit in the far back corner of the diner, all but two. Chuck and Reggie. The separated themselves from the group and went to sit at the same table as my mystery girl.

Chuck scooted in next to her, whereas Reggie sat across from them. Chuck instantly put his arm around the new girl whilst Reggie just sat and watched the show unravelling before his eyes. Ceasing from writing and pulling out her ear phones, she sighed heavily and waited for this to be over with.

“Hey there cutie, what’s a pretty young thang like yourself doing all alone at a diner?” Chuck flirted, I gagged. Everyone in Riverdale knew about Chuck and his infamous playbook which was ‘disbanded’ and ‘destroyed’ but we all know he still keeps score.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m studying. Now if you and your meat head marsupials could kindly leave me alone, thank you” She sassed to which Chuck chuckled to himself. Damn this girl had fire.

“Oh honey,” Reggie replied, “Nobody ever, ever, says no to my main man bulldog Chuck over here!” Reggie said matter-of-factly and then proceeded to bark like a dog. God, could these jocks be any more stereotypical.

“Bulldog Chuck? Wow, and I thought the jocks from my old school were primitive Neanderthals but you boys are clear winners.” She fired back almost immediately. I never thought that I could like this girl any more than I already did but man was I wrong, she’s phenomenal.

“Come on baby, just one drink with the hottest guy at Riverdale high? I promise you” he leaned in closer to her ear and rested his hand against her inner thigh, “… you won’t regret it.” He finished that statement with a kiss on her jaw line.

Reggie and his friends wolf whistled and cat called towards her, cheering Chuck on as if it was something to be proud of, like this girl was a prize to be won. I was slowly losing my temper with these boys and could see them becoming quite an issue.

“Have you never heard of a thing called ‘personal space’ because you’re invading mine, so if you will, back off!” She squirmed and withered underneath his roaming hands to try and get away. Although she held a tough exterior, I could see a panicked expression form on her delicate face and I knew that I had to put a stop to this.

I put down her food down and raced straight over to the table of Jocks, wanted so badly to get rid of them. “Alright guys, I think that’s enough for one day, don’t you?” I asked, they booed and protested but my foot was down, these idiots had to go. They slowly filed out, throwing rubbish at my face, high fiving Chuck and slapping me on the back claiming that I was ‘no fun’. But if fun meant watching a poor, innocent girl get sexually assaulted by Chuck then, I guess I’m no fun.

I was too afraid to face Chuck and Reggie at this moment so I figured I would work up some courage by cleaning up the rubbish those Neanderthals left. It wasn’t the best plan but it was two perfectly in shape footballers versus a scrawny loner boy who waits tables for a living, I don’t like those odds.

I could see Chuck had grown impatient by the ongoing rejection he clearly wasn’t used to, and I saw him lean in unnecessarily close to the new girl and whisper horrific things into her ear that I could barely hear.

“Listen here you little slut! I’ve heard things about you from your old school that I’m sure you’d rather forget. And I can make those rumours just disappear, like they never happened. So here’s the deal, we go on a date, have fun and then maybe get freaky in the sheets and I might consider ‘forgetting’ the rumours I heard about you, sound like a deal?” He threatened. Fear struck her as she tried to think of a way to get out of this sticky situation.

“If you think that I am going to be blackmailed into sleeping with you, you egotistical psychopath then you have another thing coming, I will not be treated this way!” She whispered angrily as she tried to push him off of her, although her efforts proved futile against his immense strength.

“Damn Reggie,” he laughed towards his friend. “And the boys from Greendale high said that you were easy, that you were an eager, horny little thing that jumped the bones of any guy that so much as looked at you. But you’re, feisty, a narcissistic bitch but I love it” he nipped at her ear, cornering the poor girl into the corner of the booth.

I had decided that enough was enough at that it was time to rescue the poor girl before Chuck could do more damage than he already had. “Alright Chuck that’s enough” I cut in, causing the boy back off of the girl slightly but only enough for him to turn towards me.

“Who do you think you are? Telling me what to do. You’re just  a loser whose head is so fucked up that even his own mother couldn’t stand him and his dad disowned him.” Chuck attacked. His words stung like a stab in the heart, he was right though. I am so screwed up, no one could ever love me.

“Wow man, calm down, don’t you think that was a bit harsh?” Reggie stepped in, knowing full well that Chuck had over stepped the mark and gone too far.

“Whatever man, you can have the slut, she’s not worth it anyway. Let’s go!” Chuck laughed, pushing the new girl against the wall and beginning to stand up, Reggie following suit. After everything he had done, I almost let Chuck go without another word but seeing him disregard that beautiful specimen like he had just wasn’t okay.

“Apologise to her Chuck, that was uncalled for.” I said, crossing my arms and raising my eyebrow as if to challenge him. “And why should I? She doesn’t deserve it and besides, what are you Jughead Jones the third gonna do about it, huh?” Chuck challenged back poking me in the chest and pushing my buttons.

And suddenly I snapped, it was like every feeling and bad thing anyone had ever done to me or anyone I loved had just surfaced and bubbled over. “Get. Out. Now. Or so help me Chuck I will throw you out of here myself, and that’s a promise.”

“Pfft, you wouldn’t do that! I am a customer in your store and you need to treat me with respect” Chuck yelled leaning against the table with a smug look on his face. “I don’t have to do anything you say Chuck, not now and not ever. So apologise to the lady and get the fuck out of my store you asshole” I yelled in his face.

“No” was his only reply.

I had had enough. I reached forward and grabbed Chucks collar harshly, pulling him towards me and getting in his face. “I’ve told you once, don’t make me tell you again. Apologise then get out!” I grunted, finally having enough of how he was treating myself and the mystery girl.

Out of the corner of my eye I see her. She looked mortified. She was shaking and there were tears brimming in her eyes and realise that if I have any chance with this girl than I need to show her that I am nothing like those football jerks. I let go of Chuck’s shirt and motion towards the exit.

I turn around to walk away, expecting him to just huff and leave. But I never imagined what would happen next. I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder and then out of nowhere I feel a fist collide with my face. I stumbled backwards, crashing into the table. I instantly go into fight mode and push him back getting ready to hit him square in the face.

Everything that happened next, happened in slow motion. As I pushed Chuck backwards, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the mystery girl had stood up and was racing towards me, as if to stop me from fighting Chuck and getting my ass kicked. But it was too late. I brought my fist up and threw it straight towards his face. I was so close to hitting his face with such force it was sure to knock him over, that I didn’t notice that the girl had pushed Chuck out of the way in hopes of stopping the inevitable fight. I had no time to react to this change in position and I hit her square in the eye, as I had been aiming for Chuck’s jaw and she is significantly smaller than him.

This whole situation was like watching a car crash in slow motion. The force of the punch was so great that my mystery girl, the most beautiful, interesting and radiant girl I had ever had the privilege of meeting, was knocked to the floor and groaning in immense pain.

Regret instantly washed over me as I rushed to kneel down next to her. Stroking her back and mumbling pointless sorry’s like I could instantly fix what I had done.

“Wow buddy, only a freak like you would hit a girl!” Chuck laughed. “Come on Chuck, that’s enough! Let’s just… go, okay?” Reggie tried to convince his mate. “Once second man, just need to do somethingggg” Chuck chuckled as he gripped me by the collar and pulled me up, face to face with him.

“Listen here you little rat, don’t. you. dare. look. at. me. ever. again. Got it?” Chuck demanded, throwing me to the floor and marching out of Pop’s with a vengeance, Reggie begrudgingly trailing behind.

~

“I am so, so incredibly sorry-“ I paused, realising after everything that had happened, I still don’t know her name. “(Y/n)” She groaned, holding the frozen peas closer to her swollen eye. The bruise had gone from non-existent to full on yellow with specks of purple and blue mashed together, yet she still looked perfect to me.

“Hey, you don’t have to keep apologising. It’s not your fault that guy is a complete and utter ass.” She laughed. How this girl managed to stay cheerful after the day she had gone through was baffling.

“Yeah but if I hadn’t of stepped in and angered Chuck-“ I tried to finish but she cut me off, “I could have been a lot worse off, okay? You saw what he was doing! If you didn’t… If you didn’t come help me then, I don’t know what may of happened! So, Thank you, Jughead!” She was shaking and I could see that she was on the verge of crying.

“Hey, come here. I think you need one of my special bear hugs!” I cringed, opening my arms and offering her a hug. Wait, did I actually just say that? She laughed her angelic laugh and embraced me in the most innocent and caring way possible. My arms wrapped around her slender body and I rested my chin on her head.

This feeling brewing inside me made me feel all warm and fuzzy, yet scared at the same time. I’m a damaged, loner and outcast from the wrong side of the tracks whose broken beyond repair. My mother packed up everything and took my little sister just to get away from me and my father, my father is a drunk who can’t even look after himself, let alone his own son.

I’m homeless, rejected and petrified, but it your arms I felt at peace. In your arms, I feel like I’m home.

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 

Originally posted by ygboys-ot11

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.

Originally posted by ygboys-ot11

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.

Originally posted by hanbinlq

Baby Blues

I’m planning on entering this into a contest on wiki. Tell me what you guys think (: it’s not proofread but it should be okay.

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Bataar had noticed the change in her attitude a week ago. He wasn’t completely ignorant about children and birth, but her depressive state was concerning considering she had given birth just three weeks ago. 

He had read about something like this. 

He just never thought that it would happen to his beautiful wife.

The engineer was currently standing on one of the balconies of the Beifong estate in Zaofu. This specific balcony over looked Suyin’s garden which she was currently occupying at the moment. Young baby Huan laid in her hands.

His eyes watched her, unmoving from her spot. The master earthbender was still, eerily gazing out into the valley that Zaofu had been established on. From here, even Bataar could see her eyes.

They were dead.

Huan began to cry and Suyin began rocking the child lightly. She refused to look down oddly enough. Her eyes remained locked on in the distance.

The child continued to cry. He could see his wife’s face contort in irritation, a look she often sported when dealing with difficult people or a confusing task. As Huan’s cries got stronger, so did Suyin’s frustration.

Finally, a maid approached her and asked if everything was okay. Bataar felt his heart crack slightly when Suyin handed Huan to the made, instructing her to put him to bed. The young woman nodded and took his son back into the house. Bataar watched them enter before reverting his focus back to Suyin whose arms were crossed tightly now.

She had worked off the baby weight just fine. She was always a lean woman and worked hard to maintain a top physique. The matriarch of the metal clan was known for her majestic leaps and kicks. Bataar had figured that her appearance was what was bothering his wife to make her act this way, but all he got back was a snappy reply. She stated that that was definitely not it and added something along the lines of Bataar perceiving that she was fat. Needless to say, he slept in a guest bedroom that night.

Suyin turned a full 180 degrees and walked back into the house. Bataar made sure she made it inside.

Two days after that, his concern spiked. 

The Beifong family was eating dinner. Bataar and Suyin sat at the front of the table, Huan latched on to his mother’s breast. To their left, Four year old Junior waved his legs back and forth as he poked at his vegetables with a fork.

Bataar’s eyes observed Suyin’s face deepen in irritation once more. He wondered what was bothering her this time.

Junior hummed an old nomad sing he had learned. His legs kicked to the beat and every now and then, his feet would kick the table. Bataar felt it vibrate his own plate of food and he was sure his wife felt it much more.

The next time it happened, Suyin slammed her chopsticks down.

“Junior, sit still for once!”

Both Bataars froze in place. Senior had always feared his wife’s fury. At its peak, it was more frightening than anything he had experienced. For Junior, who in his four years was wel behaved enough to not be subjected to his mother’s anger, was shocked at this new animal.

Suyin didn’t stop it there. “Every time you kick the table, I get more and more of a headache. Just sit there and eat.”

Bataar felt a lump grow in his throat at the sight of his first born son looking absolutely petrified. He never wanted to make his mother upset with him.

Suyin didn’t even try to eat again. She got up while still feeding Huan and walked towards the exit. “My appetite is ruined.”

When she was gone, Bataar walked towards his son and kneeled down to his level. Junior was already sobbing quietly.

His father wiped his runny nose with a napkin. “Hey, it’s alright.”

“I-I didn’t mean t-to make Mom mad.” Junior hiccuped overwhelmed with sorrow. “I’m s-sorry…”

Bataar hugged his little boy tightly. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Mom is not herself right now.”

“Is Mom sick?”

Bataar sighed. “I don’t know, son.”

Junior continued to cry into his father’s shoulder. 

“I really don’t know.”

The day that Suyin decided to not leave the confines of her office was the final straw for Bataar. This occurred four days after the previous incident.

He didn’t even bother to knock. “Su, we need to talk.”

She didn’t turn from her position on the couch. “You’re going to wake Huan.”

“We still need to talk about some things.” Bataar approached her and made it so he stood in front of her. The arrangement was supposed to make him feel more dominant, something that rarely happened in their relationship. “Your behavior is worrying me.”

“It took me an hour to get him to sleep. If you wake him up, I swear to Oma  and Shu I’ll launch you all the way to Ba Sing Se.”

“Will that make you feel better? Will you go back to who you really are?”

That same annoyed expression crossed her face once more and he wasn’t sure if he was going to fly at any second. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Just leave me alone, Bataar.”

He tried a gentler approach, something that usually worked. “Sweetie, you’re irritated and angry. You shut yourself out. That is not the woman I married.”

“A few years and you’re asking for a divorce already?”

“No! What the- of course not, Su!” Just like he had done with Junior, he got on his knees and looked at her. He had given up on scolding her. Something in the back of his mind warned him that whatever was going on with his wife was serious. His theory may actually be true.  Bataar reached up and removed his glasses to rub his eyes. The moisture in them he blamed on how late it was. “I love you very much, Su. And so do our children which is why all of us are concerned about you right now. Why are you acting like this?”

“I’m acting like myself. I haven’t changed at all." 

There was something in her answer that rang in Bataar’s mind. Her words were like venom. They were intended to sting. For whom, he didn’t know. Nonetheless, he continued. "You aren’t hot headed constantly like this. You blow up at people for simple things. And you don’t interact with Huan at all.”

“I take care of him.”

“That’s all you do. You feed him and wash him, but you don’t kiss him, play with him, show him love.” Bataar gulped nervously. He placed his hand on hers that was presently helping Huan stay supported in her arms. “Sweetie, are you…possibly…depressed?”

Suyin turned away from him. 

“Su, it’s okay. This happens. A lot of women go through post partum depression. The important thing is that we’ll help you get through this.”

And that’s when she snapped again. 

“I’m not depressed, Bataar! You don’t know anything. I’m still the same person and I haven’t changed at all! I’m still the same person from back then, up to now.”

“Su-”

“And don’t act like you can just come in here and diagnose me. Leave. Me. Alone.”

Bataar stayed still, maintaining eye contact with his wife. They were the same: dead. He say nothing but anger conveyed in her emeralds. It saddened him, the fact that he couldn’t help her. The engineer stood up and took several steps back defeated. “Fine. If that’s what you want.”

Huan began to cry.

He was hurt to see his second son thrusted towards him. Suyin scowled hard as she instructed her husband. “You woke him up. You will put him to bed.”

“Gladly.” He gently transferred his new born son into his arms. Already, tiny Huan could feel the comfort of love, something that had been lacking in his mother’s embrace. His cries simmered down to whimpers. He absent-mindedly rocked Huan. Bataar waited for Suyin to say something, anything, but there was not any indication of a reply. He frowned. “I’ll leave you to it.”

Suyin shut the doors with her metalbending on e her husband and son left the room. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes.

An envelope, still sealed and unopened, sat on the table.

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Dear Lin,

Hello, big sister. I know it’s been years since we’ve seen each other and I’m not too sure that you’d even want to see me. I understand your reluctance to meet up again.

But none of that complicated stuff, I’d just like to wish you a happy birthday. You’re getting old, Lin. I hope you’re on your way to becoming chief of police like you wanted. Mom would be proud. 

Anyways, I have exciting news: I’ve just given birth to your second nephew. His name is Huan and weirdly enough, you two share a birthday! Trust me, I was just as confused as you are probably now. To the point of this letter, I’d like to give you a birthday gift that is more special to me than anything. I’d love it if you became Huan’s godmother. You two would get along perfectly. Even at a few days old, he reminds me of you with his scowls. It may be too early to tell, but he acts like you. It’s weird.

I know this gift seems more beneficial for me than for you, but it’s something I hope will bring us closer. I’m hoping by now you are missing me as much as I miss you. We were never close as children, but you are still my big sister. Please be part of our family again.

Again, I hope you have a good birthday nonetheless. 

Love,

Su

you cant fuck rudol von stroheim. look at him. you see that? he’s mostly made out of fucking metal now. do you really think he needs your weird fucking bodily fluids rusting up his physique? on top of that he’s p busy with capturing rich old men and waking up large meat children from pillars or some shit like that. no i don’t care if you like a man in uniform this guy will obliterate your assface with his go go gadget chest canon. no you cant fuck his chest canon either so dont bother asking. you cant fuck rudol von stroheim.

On the ropes~Tom&Scarlett

Tom had spent the majority of his time in Royal sitting around and waiting for his son to arrive, that way he could officially get his new life started. On the day that his son Louis was scheduled to be joining up with him, Tom thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea to visit one of the local gyms and get a feel for them as he of course liked to keep himself in good shape, after all, he tended to be casted in very physical roles, so keeping on top of his physique helped a lot. He grabbed his gym bag, and his car keys and set off to find a gym. Decked out in a pair of shorts and a loose grey t-shirt, he definitely looked the part, now all he had to do was try and actually find a gym.

Tom found that the best way to find what you’re after, is to wander around aimlessly until you eventually bump into it, which is fortunately what happened for him. After driving around for about twenty minutes, Tom came across The Big Easy, it looked perfect. He pulled himself out of the car and made his way in through the doors to the reception area. Thankfully, everything went fairly quick and he was registered and paid up within ten minutes. He then made his way in through the door and dropped his bag into the mens locker room, after doing a quick check to make sure he had everything, Tom walked towards the back of the gym, but on his way over, he noticed the familiar thud of a punching bag. He turned his attention to the large rack of bags and seen a familiar figure. He brought himself over to the bags and offered a quick wave. “Having trouble?” He asked with a grin.

@justscarlett

darkwee009  asked:

On the topic of Tifa, am I the only one who finds it interesting that when her character is brought up, the article writer goes all "it's still sexism u MRA GooberGaters!!!!" Why do these people always get upset when people bring up the character's personality to prove they aren't a "fighting fuck toy"

Tifa literally helps Cloud get back to reality.  If it weren’t for her, he’d still think he was a Sephiroth clone, and would be lying on a floor somewhere like an unwanted Happy Meal toy.

As someone burdened with a top-heavy physique, I know I don’t appreciate having that be anyone’s sole focus for determining my character, nor how I dress.  I have plenty of tight-fitting clothing.  I have midriff shirts.  I have short skirts.  I just happen to like how they look.  It doesn’t make me any less of a person.

When it’s a real human being, it’s considered “slut-shaming” to judge them solely on how much skin they’re showing, but if it’s a fictional character, it’s suddenly okay to undermine them.  Hypocrisy at its finest.

Loyalty (Tiva Drabble)

A/N: During my recent re-watch, I noticed that 3x09 Frame-Up would have been better with a scene between Tony and Ziva while he was locked up. So here it is: a missing scene between our favorites when they were still getting to know each other. Enjoy. :) 


She should have gone home to her apartment.  Showered. Rested. Gibbs was going to work them hard again in the morning.

When does he not, Ziva wondered. She didn’t mind it so much at the moment. This was no ordinary case. One of his own was charged with murder, and the response from the team had been…

Well.  It was refreshing.  These Americans…they were loyal to each other, their team.  In Mossad, loyalty was to country, first and foremost, and everything else was to the success of the mission, regardless of collateral damage.

She was still getting used to it at NCIS.

And she really should have gone home. Except that Gibbs had mentioned how badly his Senior Field Agent was handling the situation, and now her new mini was zipping through darkened D.C. in the wrong direction of home, and she was allowing it.

Visiting hours were long over at the FBI holding facility, but when it was clear she wasn’t leaving until her request was granted, the guards chose against waking their superiors and let her in to see Tony.

What a sight it was.

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