#Need the au -> oc pipeline

[silent-scribbs]

Sleepy lil guy <3

Do u think he has a bedroom? Do u think he lives like royalty? I think he would, he would like being treated like a king and/or god.

[zeldacd]

I saw this screenshot on here and immediately thought of Rodion and Soha. (my Hylian OCs from my Zelda AU) (I feel the need to reiterate each time in case someone new sees lol) Their vibes, if you will.

[butterfrogmantis]

Precontext this is sort of a replacement for my original Kheprii & Diligent dynamic because as much fun as that was it was based off a dream and in my actual au it doesn't really work properly due to in-universe stuff so like it was fun and all but it's more or less retconned now maybe they still had the epic fight and maybe they still had a lil' something but then Kheprii returns to her assigned post and yadda yadda mostly just a fun au rather than being part of the actual Butterverse ya know

SmurfIvy was the head animal handler for the lead Grove scout team. Not just dragonflies, but equipped with a varied knowledge of other mounts for the grove. This is perhaps how she met her wife, SmurfBuddleia. The head of the farming committee and lover of animals herself, bubbly, buff Bud was the perfect match. Their baby did come with some complications – an infant infection needed a lifesaving amputation of her left arm as a child but after that it was a smooth recovery and the family were happy. Until they weren’t.

That night happened. The night SmurfStorm crashed into the grove, panicked and shaking, desperately seeking out the baby she knew had just been orphaned. Stormy’s team of 7 had been reduced to 1 in a freak accident involving a scouting party gone wrong. An unknown human wizard had captured the other 6 members of the scout party to turn to gold. Amongst these were the married couple SmurfTiger and SmurfPoppy, who had recently had a stork delivery, and SmurfIvy, whose wife and young daughter were at home. Whilst SmurfStorm was desperately seeking the orphaned baby (later Quixotic) it was SmurfLily who came to Bud with the bad news.

I mean. There’s other ng that are country kids. Mari simply has a country accent, Wrangler gets involved with a cowboy lifestyle, Sower is a textbook farmer’s daughter and even child Diligent could lay down a banjo himself, but Fuchsia was the grove equivalent. Banjo skills to rival Diligent even with a prosthetic arm - but with a voice that didn’t quite match up, Fuchsia dove hard into the honky-tonk ways of her mother Buddleia for the first few years of her life and was darn-tootin’ proud of it too. Unfortunately it wasn’t always viewed so well by the other grove kids, and Fuchsia started to resent it later on.

Buddleia and Farmer are pretty good friends even if they don’t see each other often, them’s farmin’ folk stick together. The kids? Less so. Fuchsia insists her farm in the grove is much cooler than Dil’s and they have a lot more workers and more animals so why does only Diligent’s tall dad work the village farm … also his little sister is sorta weird looking no offence Fuchsia just doesn’t really hang around babies much they’re too squirmy and gross and actuallly boys are gross too what's she even doing here.

Fuchsia is one of the oldest NG, coming just under Lapidary in the official pipeline list of deliveries (for important ng – truth is there’s a lot more than my ocs wandering around but I don’t have time to dedicate 100+ ocs) Fuchsia very much grows up in the grove but she starts to turn away from her farming life in her preteens. She becomes embarrassed of her mother’s extroverted and simple ways and ends up in a rebellious phase of wanting to be looked up too, starting to look more towards the kind of person her other mother was and resentful she barely remembers her. Fuchsia starts working to become a major athlete – allstar trackstar, rock climber, swimmer, martial artist – she’s got the attitude to match the muscles and a mean fightin’ side to her. She’s not necessarily mean herself but VERY quick tempered and arguably as bad as Tuffy for instigating fisticuffs.

Fuchsia returns to Smurf Village for the first time in years to see her friend Foxglove and wow this place has hardly changed a bit since she was a kid and HOLY SHIT IS THAT THE FARM BOY SHE USED TO KNOW? He’s …… actually super buff wow. Fuchsia joins the Diligent simp club (get in line).

Butttt unlike the majority of the simp club Fuchsia will flat out refuse to admit it, culminating instead in what looks like a one sided rivalry. Truly, despite being one of the nicest dudes around Diligent always finds himself paired with people who want to kick his ass for some reason. Unlike Slacker who originally hated his work ethic and Kheprii who wanted her damn beetles back, in Fuchsia’s case it’s because she’s slightly obsessed with proving herself more athletic than him. Or perhaps she just wants to see him in tank tops. Her goals are beyond your understanding.

SmurfFuchsia and Quixotic have a vague mutual … acknowledgement, since both lost mom’s in the scout party disaster. Quixotic lost both but also gained a whole new family whilst Fuchsia still has 1 bio mom but has become distant from her … perhaps talking with Quixy will give Fuchsia the push she needs to repair the relationship with Bud.

Not Vitriolic tho. That’s putting gunpowder and fire together. Vitty is more of silver tongued fox with less muscle and Fuchsia's more of a physical fighter that can't come up with insults but stick em in a room together and watch em explode. They've definitely kissed

SmurfIvy, SmurfBud, SmurfFuchsia, Diligent, Sower, SmurfFoxglove, Quixotic and Vitriolic are mine

[missr3n3]

I can't put this in your AO3 book cut down the altar because I don't have an account (and refuse to make one for now) but I really need to say this. Even as an anon.

Your book is a masterpiece, I really liked it. I loved how you described every emotion of the characters, how you described every scene. Your writing style in general, don't make me start with the inclusion of your OCs and the whole "mental link" thing with Adam, the Type 6s and the alternates in general. How Adam comes to terms he is not alone. Jonah worrying for his friend really touched me.

I could ramble all day about your book and how incredible it is, specially the scene of Adam and Sarah where the sentence "I won't make it out alive" goes. It stuck in my head for weeks days. And I liked your book a lot. So mark my works, one day in a year or so I will be scrolling through the Mandela Catalogue tag trying to find content to cure my boredom, and I will find your book again. I believe me, I'm going to click and read it again with a smile on my face. Remembering each emotion with such a touch like I did the first time.

If you're planning on making more content, even if it's not Mandela Catalogue, believe me I'm really really interested. And I will look into it (I have seen your others projects too and they're such masterpieces like this book)

I will also see if I can reblog or do fanart (I'm not sure though). I'm planning of making content on my own Mandela Catalogue AUs even if I do content of other fandom- but believe me you really inspired me.

With nothing more to say I go.

I still don't know if you will see this but...

Congratulations on creating such a masterpiece.

been sitting with this ask for a while because im just. floored. n so so happy that this fic resonated so much!!!

if im being totally honest, while this is going to be the end of main cut down the altar story, idk if this will be the end of the au forever. already ive got a couple more cdta drawings in the pipeline for cringetober, and i may or may not have a word document with a couple possible side stories for the au floating around... >>; don't expect anything to come out about them any time soon tho lol

the main thing im planning on focusing on for at least the next few weeks is my analog/digital horror thing, Access Animus Healing Archives, and so while any cdta continuations get spun on the pottery wheel of my brain, i hope every1 will show that some support!

[lovelywingsart]

//AU// An Odd Friend

-- Karl Heisenberg X OC (AFAB, She/They) --

And on we go! This one is a little short and kinda went a little off from what I intended, but hey, that's how these guys work in my brain... But it turned out alright, I guess!

This is a small important one, of course... And introduces a new 'character'!~ You may already know who it is. uwu

**Remember, check out the Masterlist for more! <3**

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*Warnings?: Curious child, possible child endangerment???, very very worried parents, a sweet little heisendad interaction at the end (I just really love him being a dad so that's what you're gonna get)

Summary: All kids need friends! Thankfully a certain little boy might have just found a friend of his own... But it's not exactly the kind of friend a parent would be happy about.

It was quiet- TOO quiet, at least for Adalwulf. Even with the droning machinery he had grown up with thus far, it all seemed like natural noise to him... No odd sounds or clanging, not even a huff or screech from his mother traveling around the easiest way she knew or a crash from his father throwing things about as he sometimes did. No, it was simply just... Silence.

And while he was used to it, it made him restless.

And so the young boy currently wandered the cavern with small humming, occasionally skipping or climbing an odd box or pipeline. Of course, his parents had warned him to be careful... And he was! He made sure of it himself. He listened to their rules, mostly, and was still able to wander. But even now there were parts of the factory he hadn't explored that they said nothing about, so he figured a little adventure every now and then couldn't hurt... It was his whole world, after all.

His small skips turned into a full jog as he raced the new piping along the walls, his bright eyes traveling along the metal with his imagination racing. He could imagine his momma as a beast, her big beast he loved to cuddle with when she could. He imagined the beast running with him, skittering across the walls and ceilings as she often did, and it only made him grin and run faster. Maybe he could convince her to so do later that day if they weren't busy... If he ran now, maybe he could race her and win!

He rounded one of the many corners at a full sprint, only to suddenly come to a near skidding stop as he encountered a small dead end hallway with a single, non-mechanical door. Well, THIS was new... He'd never encountered a dead in his home end before. He thought it went on and on... Or it at least looked like it did. He tilted his head with a small, questioning hum, looking at every little thing in the surrounding area to be aware of any dangers present. Yet there were only a few lanterns, and no sound coming from the unsealed door to give off any possible threat... None of the creatures his mother worked around, and no sign of life otherwise. And so he moved forward again, turning to the door.

It didn't seem to have any outward locks, nor did it seem to have much of a way to lock in general. He patted the edges for a moment, sending out his own small power as if scanning the door itself, just like he had been taught. No internal locks, either... His curiosity only grew as he carefully pushed at it, watching it swing open near silently.

No sound came from the room even as the door was opened, and he wandered in cautiously. The room itself seemed to be another small workshop, one of many his father kept around under the explanation of not wanting to stay in one place for too long. But this one seemed... oddly bare compared to the few he had been in. One he had forgotten about, maybe...?

He looked around for a few seconds before fully wandering in, seeing the usual boxes and small cabinets, as well as a table to two against the wall. But he soon froze as he passed the length of the door to see the other side.

Standing against one of the tables to the far side was one of his fathers creations- a Soldat, he remembered them being called.

The thing was large yet somewhat thin despite it's muscular structure, taller than both of his parents by a small bit- certainly much larger than him. It stood still and slightly hunched over as if were a weighted mannequin or statue of sorts, its head hanging to it's front. Closer inspection after a few steps showed wires connected to its back and shoulders as if holding it in place for his father to work on the joints as he had mentioned before, or something else he hadn't told him about... But it seemed to be deactivated, or at least not functional enough to be with the others.

He tilted his head at he stared at the still mechanical being, his eyes immediately being drawn to the unlit reactor in its chest once they left the wires. It soon stuck him that this was a full creature- It was a finished one. He had never seen a completed one so close before... Only in the distance of the cavern on the lines that always looked fun to ride on. The most he had ever seen was the occasional mildly disassembled one he had been allowed to help with, but he was nearly forbidden from interacting with the completed ones, so much so that his father had always told him to go when they were close to being finished. That knowledge alone made him immediately nervous, but...

He couldn't help but look behind him, almost afraid one of his parents would come rounding the corner. They'd definitely be mad for sure if they caught him here.

He finally looked back at the creature, giving a huff before walking closer with mild confidence.

He stood in front of it now, his eyes moving along the stapled skin and pipe-like wires from the things chest, looking into the reddish black innards he could see through them. It was like a giant patchwork doll, he thought, seeing the 'seams' along the skin that circled its shoulders and chest. But it didn't scare him... No, it quite honestly fascinated him, much like the dismantled ones he assisted his father with every now and then. Reaching up to poke at one of the thick industrial staples proved to be even more thought invoking, as did the surprisingly stiff, leathery skin it held together. His eyes traveled up to the unlit reactor once more, tilting his head with a small hum before reaching up for it. Maybe if he just-

A single tap to the creatures chest led to a spark and a sudden motor running, making the boy jump back with a startled yelp as the thing jerked to 'life'. His eyes widened as the red reactor suddenly flared to life, watching with a slightly rising fear as the creature straightened itself out with a growling grunt. It stiffly stepped forward as he scrambled back, disconnecting itself from the wires holding it with multiple pops and loud hisses- but it didn't move farther. In fact, it seemed as if it struggled to move. He stared at it in mild fear, his wide eyes darting between its head, the reactor, and the massive drill bit on it's arm he hadn't noticed before until the motor began to rev into activation. The sharp edges hadn't begun to occur to him before this, being so focused on the construction of the thing, though they were the only thing now plaguing his brain as he listened to the hum of the motor... But it wasn't moving. Not towards him, not away... Not at all.

It took him a moment to breathe, watching the things face as its somewhat mangled jaw shifted slightly with another low growl, its yellowish teeth clicking as it did. But he relaxed a small bit as he took a step away, though went on guard again as the creature also shifted- but it stopped just as quick, and he tilted his head again. It almost seemed... calm. No sudden movements, no destruction, no attacking, MUCH different than how his parents had described them... Especially his mother.

"... Hello...?" He said cautiously, lifting his arm to wave. He didn't want to run, so it was the only thing he could think to do.

He jumped as the thing moved yet again, though watched as it simply lifted the non-drill arm and jerked it slightly, resulted in a slow, mechanical mimic of his movements-

The thing was waving back at him.

He stated at it for a moment before slowly waving again with a confused gaze, watching as it did the same. He moved his arm out to the side, then moved it up and down in a near flapping motion, starting to giggle as he watched the creature do the same with a seemingly strained grunt, as if it hadn't quite learned to move fully.

"You're not so bad... I think you're kinda cool." Adalwulf smiled, taking a step closer once more. He held out his hand in front of him in a peaceful gesture, watching the thing mimic him once more.

He lifted his arm higher to meet it's hand, nearly touching it's stiff fingers; though he only stopped as the creature froze in place with a sudden clicking of the motor on its arm and the reactor, jerking unnaturally as if it attempted to move but couldn't. A moment later it shut off on it's own with a small sputter coming from the motor itself, its arm falling to its side and its head hanging once more just like how he found it. He frowned, reaching up to tap the reactor, hoping to make it spark to life again. Did... Did he break it...?

"Adalwulf..."

A low, careful voice sounded from behind him, causing him to gasp and jump before he whirled around. His face fell as he saw his father- no, BOTH parents- standing at the door with wide eyes. He barely had time to recognize the sheer look of terror on his mothers face before his father finally stepped forward.

"Back away from it. Slowly." He said, keeping his eyes on the creature as if focusing on keeping the motor off. Judging by the gentle pulses of his power, that's exactly what he was doing.

"... You know these things are dangerous, pup..." the man started slowly, carefully nudging him back as soon as he reached him. Adalwulf frowned fully.

"But I-"

"You shouldn't have been down this way." He continued, taking his eyes off the creature for a moment to look at him. "There's no monitors here, you know better."

"I have a radio...!" The boy chimed, patting the small one he kept at his side with a pout. Heisenberg shook his head.

"We need to see you, pup. And this one hasn't even been fully wired, we don't know what it could've-"

"But it was waving at me...!!" He protested immediately, cutting him off. The man jerked back slightly, mildly stunned. Actually, it was more like he was somewhat horrified.

"... Excuse me??"

"Yeah! It waved, Papa! I swear!"

His father paused, his brows knitting in confusion.

"That's not-"

"I mean it, look!!" He nearly pleaded, suddenly darting forward and dodging the man's attempt to reach and grab him.

He nearly skid to a stop in front of the creature with how fact he moved, reaching up to press his entire palm to the reactor to send his own pulse through, instantly pushing away his fathers powers with a huff. More small sparks made the motor jumpstart once again with a few sputters, and he took a step back with confidence.

"ADALWULF-" his mother started, immediately darting forward after him, only to be stopped by his father suddenly lifting a hand in front of her.

Both watched as the boy lifted his hand again, watching the creature as it slowly but surely did the same.

Adalwulf gave a small smile and raised his hand to the side to wave, watching as the creature slowly copied his movements in the same slow, jerky motion as it had done so before. He could feel the near horrified stares of his parents at his back, his mother specifically, hearing her whisper to his father in near desperation.

"… Please tell me you're moving it…" she spoke quickly, her voice that of a quiet horror.

"I'm not doing a damn thing, Doll…" his father replied quietly, his own voice filled with an odd, fascinated worry. But he kept his attention on the creature in front of him, slowly moving his arm every which way and watching its mimicry.

"See??" He said, twisting his upper body slightly to the side as if stretching his back, only to giggle as the creature followed suit. It was only then that he had an idea, immediately darting to the things side.

His parents watched as the thing slowly turned, it's movements slightly clunky and hard as it seemed to attempt to keep up with the boy circling it. It's feet dragged on the ground unnaturally as if it were about to tip any moment, but somehow it stayed upright. His father lowered his arm from his mother, only to take a step forward.

"That's… not supposed to be possible…" Heisenberg said quietly, hesitantly followed by Emelia. She kept a horrified gaze, her arm trembling and pulsing with every desire to tear the thing to pieces from the proximity it was to their son alone.

"What the bloody fuck do you mean 'not supposed to be possible...?!" She hissed, and he shook his head.

"When I said it wasn't fully wired, I meant to the brain and spinal cord for circuits to the joints and muscles." He said flatly, keeping his stare forward. "They stay upright in this phase with the connections in the joints themselves, but nothing was connected properly... Most it'd potentially be able to do is turn on and stand straight, maybe jerk around if I tested it hard enough. It's not supposed to be moving fully, that's for damn sure..."

Emelia broke her stare to look at him with a wide eye, her jaw nearly open.

"Then how did he-"

He shook his head.

"I have no idea."

She looked forward again as Adalwulf paused in front of them once more, waiting for the creature to stop it's jerky movements before reaching up and patting the reactor with a grin.

"See?? I told you-" he started, turning to look at them, only to pull his hand away instantly as he saw his father make a brisk walk to the things side. The man was silent as he circled it, his eyes drifting over every inch of the creatures torso, fiddling with each outer connection in a confusion filled fascination.

"I don't understand..." he mumbled, finally circling to the things front before messing with the reactor on its chest and the piece on it's head. Adalwulf tilted his head, moving next to him.

"Papa? What are you doing?" He asked, watching the man's nose scrunched in mild frustration.

"Trying to figure out how the hell you got it to move." He said simply, suddenly using his power to undo the bolts in the chest reactor. He popped the cover off, and while he didn't reach in, he inspected the glowing core closely. "It's not supposed to be this functional... It could be a strange positive defect from your power interacting with the-"

"... Are you gonna shut it down...?" Adalwulf asked quietly, and his father froze. The man suddenly looked at him.

"What...???"

He swallowed slightly, but stepped closer as his eyes shifted between the things face and the open reactor core.

"Are you gonna shut it down because it's not supposed to move...?" he asked again, his small voice a sad tone that made both parents freeze. His father kept his eyes on him before looking back to his mother, who now held a stunned, yet conflicted expression.

"... uh..." he tried, his mind truly drawing a blank. What the hell was he supposed to say?? The kid clearly seemed to enjoy it, not to mention the surpassing of the impossibility of the things functionality because of him...

"... N-... No... Uhm... Most likely not..." he managed, tapping the reactor for a moment before closing it again and tightening the bolts. He thought for a moment before clearing his throat. "I'll need to do some tests on it, though. Figure out exactly what made it move-"

"But you said I did...?"

"Well, yes, but I don't know how you made it move." He managed to calm slightly, easing back into a regular form of speech as he stepped away from the creature. "I don't know exactly what this specific one is capable of now, pup. And while it's moving, it's not moving... properly."

Adalwulf was quiet for a moment before suddenly smiling.

"Maybe I can help!"

"Adalwulf, darling, those... things are still dangerous..." his mother piped in, her gaze shifting between the three of them. His father cleared his throat.

"And you're still in trouble for coming down here in the first place." The man said clearly, nodding to step away from the thing. He did, albeit with a small pout- but his father sighed.

"... Maybe."

Both mother and son looked at him with wide eyes.

"WHAT??" Emelia said, her tone that of disbelief. Adalwulf smiled again, nearly bouncing on his heels.

"Really???"

"Yes. Maybe." Heisenberg said, nudging him back again and finally letting the creature power down once they were far enough. "And BEFORE you chew my damn head off,-" he glanced at Emelia, "This will be the only one- and I mean only one. Any more 'accidents' and I will let your mother 'dismantle' them." He looked back at his son. "Am I understood?"

Adalwulf nodded.

"Yes, Papa."

"And your mom can figure out what to do with you for coming down here." He said casually, nearly snorting as the boy pouted and his mother rolled her eye. She was calmer now, but still on edge from being in the room with the thing.

"No matter, that thing stays down here... I don't want it interfering with work..." she mumbled, slowly backing away to the door once they started to move forward. But she looked at their son with an arched brow. "And your punishment will be staying with one of us for a few days while we work, even if you get bored." She then looked at his father. "And YOU get to travel the caverns down here as well to place monitors anywhere he may decide to wander. And I mean anywhere."

She couldn't help but give a small laughing huff as both boys groaned.

"I don't wanna be bored..." Adalwulf frowned, and his father gave a huff.

"You and me both..." Heisenberg grumbled, watching as the boys mother shrugged and leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead.

"I trust you two will figure it out." She said, and he snorted.

"What about one for me too, eh?" He joked, but she simply snorted and headed out the door.

"I'll think about it." She said, knocking slightly on the wall as she walked away.

Adalwulf let out a small giggle as his father grunted again, though couldn't help but look back at the now resting creature.

"... Papa?" He started quietly.

"Hm?"

"Are they really so dangerous...?"

His father paused for a moment, tilting his head in question.

"Well, not to me..." he started, finally leading him to walk out. "And I suppose maybe not to you... But this could be a specific 'one-and-done' case."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why not to you? Why is it specific?"

"Hm." His father let out an amused huff. "Well, in my case it's this damn parasite." He said simply, closing the door behind them and taking his hand. "I created them with its influence. Used my power to make them work. Influenced the other little parasites in them, too. They won't attack me because I can control them, and it's why they will go after your mom. They don't have a trace of her parasite like they do mine, so they won't listen." He tilted his head. "But... You're a bit of an odd case, kiddo."

"'Cause I don't have one...?" He offered. His father nodded.

"Precisely. My power is in your blood. Nothin' extra." He shook his hand a little, making him giggle again. "Judging off of that poor bastard in there, that little bit in your blood may have a few effects we didn't know about... But seeing as how that one wasn't finished, it could have just been jump started... Don't know about the full ones entirely, but I have a hunch it may be the same."

Adalwulf looked at him with mild confusion.

"Why??"

Heisenberg tilted his head.

"Because they didn't attack your mom when she was pregnant with you."

"But why can't I go near them then??" He asked with a small frown, and his father only shrugged.

"Because we weren't sure if it would change when you were here, and she wasn't risking it."

The answer was simple enough, and he was quiet for a moment before nodding. His father looked at him for a moment before sighing.

"Please don't do that again, pup... I mean it." He said quietly. Adalwulf looked at him and met his gaze, only to frown at the slowly appearing exhaustion and genuine concern. "You had us both worried. Unfinished or not, the fact it was moving could have been bad for you... You could have gotten really hurt."

He kept his fathers gaze for a moment before looking down.

"... I'm sorry, Papa..."

Another small shake of the arm.

"I know. I forgive you, but that's only because you're ok and it interested me enough to want to follow up... but the one you really need to say that to is your mom." He lowered his voice a bit. "Those things have been at her ass for years now... If one of them hurt you, I don't really want to imagine what she'd do." His tone was quiet and gentle, and he looked forward again. "Like I said, you shouldn't have been down anywhere without monitors anyway. You can run around, but you need to somehow stay where we can see you just in case anything happens and you need help. Alright?"

A small nod.

"Alright, Papa... I won't do it again..." Adalwulf spoke quietly, though looked up again with a nudge to the shoulder.

"Hey, now. Don't be too down about it... Maybe I can convince her to let you down with me when I get monitors down here, hm?" He suggested, and the boy smiled.

"Really??"

"Not too often, but we'll see... For now you're stuck with me until she gets you."

"Ok..." he pouted slightly, but then glanced back. "... Papa?"

"Hm?"

"If it only moved because of me, does that mean I can have it????"

"Can you-" Heisenberg paused fully now, stopping mid step. His brows knit in confusion before looking at him. "'Have it'?? Why would you even want it???"

Adalwulf shrugged with a small smile.

"I think it's cool...! It could be my friend!"

Friend????

His father stared at him for a few moments before looking forward and chewing on the inside of his cheek in a genuine dilemma. And he thought the kids mother being friends with the Fish Freak was bad, but his son and one of the Soldats, of all things?? While he knew full well there was no one else to even consider, the kids heart was still big enough to think of one of them as friend material... Oh dear lord, freedom couldn't come soon enough.

Heisenberg was silent for a few moments before finally starting to walk again, clearing his throat.

"... I'll think about it. Don't tell your mom."

[shadowsong26fic]

Coming Attractions!

Once again, I don’t have a whole lot of updates, alas. But this year is already looking more active, writing-wise, than last year, so I have high hopes!

Plug for my writing discord if you’d like to hang out--it’s pretty quiet, especially lately, but is more or less intended to be a more interactive extension of this blog.

Also, we’ll go ahead and do an open question night! Anything I’ve posted about here or on AO3 is fair game. My askbox is always open, but tonight I’m around and keeping at least a vague eye on it. I do take prompts, but I do not promise to fulfil them in a timely manner, lol.

Precipice!Verse

Probably won’t be out this month, especially since I really need to kick into gear on my BB project, but I have not abandoned it--I’ve put too much into this to abandon it, lol.

SWBB:

Based on feedback from my last question post, I am going to do something where Padme’s ship never landed on Tatooine (they got their repairs elsewhere, I guess) and Anakin and Ahsoka meet and have an Adventure during the Clone War. Specifics to be determined, but it’ll be a fun ride, I’m sure. XD

OTP Meme:

I am very proud of myself for getting all five done last month! And I know...more or less what I’m doing for four of the five for this month (figuring out the Specifics for one of those four, and as yet Undecided for the fifth). I’m really glad I decided to do this, it’s definitely getting me to get stuff out.

The Other Battlestar:

Still needs a better title; but I really do think I’ll get started posting this month (I know I keep saying that but shhh). Not a formal teaser, but because there are some Key OCs in order to make the plot work, so a little bit of info on them!

Vance Kimble - around fifty; actor; went to college with Wallace Gray; will take Baltar’s Politics storylines (which, within the bounds of how far I want to go here, means Caprica’s representative on the Quorum and eventually VP; but if I do change my mind and go past the Pegasus arc, he’ll also team up with Zarek to run for President)

Atia Reyes-Baltar - will take Baltar’s Science storylines (because there is no way to build someone who can do Both the way he does); also at least part of the reason he doesn’t end up on Boomer’s Raptor (because he’s looking for her, he takes a different route when he flees his house)

Daphne Reed - Senior Medical Officer on Pegasus. ...yep, not much else to say about her that doesn’t Give Things Away, lol.

Cornelius Felden - highest-ranking Marine officer on Pegasus (tentatively a Captain since who the fuck knows how Marine officer ranks work we have never seen a Marine commissioned officer); originally from Aerilon.

Simon O’Neill - no, not that one. Or that one. ...no, not that one, either. sorry I couldn’t resist Officially a pediatrician; part of the civilian fleet that Pegasus strips; gets drafted for his medical degree. ((also is there. like. a Convention for tagging Cylon OCs? Especially ones that use their model’s Shared Name?))

There’s an additional selectee for Daphne’s department but Simon is the important one; Ileana Fortuna (an old OC of mine, one of Zarek’s aides) may also make an appearance here and there but will probably not be Significant.

...I think that covers pretty much everything I have in the Immediate pipeline; but there are other things percolating on a more long-range timescale (actually doing a SW/BSG crossover; some of my other SW-alone projects, expanding on a couple of the AUs I’m building for the OTP meme fills, etc.) So...there it is! Relatively short update, like I said, lol.

Also, not writing, but I dug up some old BSG fanmixes I made my first time around in the fandom, and made some Comments about them on my personal blog, if you’re curious: Season 3 mix; Cylon ship mix; Baltar/Six mix.

[the-mandawhor1an]

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Guided by the stars, connected by the force (Ongoing Series) - Din Djarin x OFC

illustration by @kenobiwanx

Wolke’s thoughts: I'm keeping most of my ramblings from the masterlist for now. The TLDR: This was a daydream, turned into a fic, into a roleplay, and now back into a fic that I'm publishing. It'll take a while.

Pairing: Din Djarin x original female character

POV: 3rd person, past tense – For now it'll be written mostly from Maia's perspective, I might sprinkle in some 'omnscient observer' paragraphs here and there.

Synopsis: [Story begins right at The Mandalorian: Chapter 8] Din is on the lookout for a Jedi to take the little green troublemaker off of his hands. The lightsaber-wielding, slightly larger troublemaker he stumbles into on Nevarro might not be the Jedi he was looking for, but he is definitely the Mandalorian the pretty brunette has been searching. Will she finally find out what is so special about this man in silver armor? 

Tags: 18+ content, MDNI! Age gap (11 to 12 years, OC is 28/29) soulmates trope, force sensitive main character, fluff, romance, hurt/comfort, ... (more will be added as story goes on)

Chapter overview: 

Chapter 0: [Flashback] The escape

Chapter 1: The ally

Chapter 2: The crimelord

Chapter 3: [Flashback] The stranger

Chapter 4: Two suns

Chapter 5: [Flashback] The hunter

AU interlude - Prey

Chapter 6: The past

Chapter 7: The present

Somewhat related solo works: 

Ask game - Maia's favourite memory

6 month roleplay celebration – Commission + Drabble

Fanarts:

1 2 3 4 5 6

I still can't believe that doodles of Maia exist already. Feels unreal.

Additional notes:

As this is the first tumblr-specific project formatting might be off. I will try to make it as pleasing to the eye as I can

Headers and dividers might be edited as an after-thought 

@zaddymandalorian will probably beta all or most of these chapters

Content warnings will be listed for each chapter – the whole work is considered 18+! Some chapters will be SFW but you will need to read all to understand what’s going on

I am not yet sure about how to handle smut – I really enjoy reading filth but when I write it, it tends to be “less vulgar” than what tumblr is used to; but this is a thought for the later chapters any way

Well well after some time on Tumblr... I'm sure this doesn't even count as a slow burn

Oh, and for the sake of it being mentioned somewhere: Not an English native; I have been exposed to it for just about two decades by now though 

While I might not be artistically gifted enough to draw fan arts, you have the permission to do so – please tag me if you do! I also have commissions of this pair in the pipeline, so stay tuned for that

I do cosplay – you might get a glimpse or two of what Maia looks like in my mind 

Of course: Feedback is appreciated. Even if it's just a string of emoji

Dividers made by @saradika-graphics unless otherwise specified

[avatarskywalker78]

💖 , 👻 & 🧠?

💖 What do you like most about your own writing?

Seeing it develop and change - sometimes it can start out as one thing and end up another and it's always interesting when that happens because it's always better than what I planned.

👻 What is one WIP you think you may never pick back up?

Probably my Merlin story Defying Destiny, a S5 AU I started writing while S5 was actually airing, which I lasted updated in 2013, and I started writing it because I was frustrated with Mordred's storyline and the fact he was constantly framed as the villain despite spending most of that season not actually doing anything villainous, a fact compounded by Merlin actively choosing to prevent magic's return...just to make sure Mordred dies and Arthur lives, and it just really pissed me off and that was before the clusterfuck that was the ending. I had a plan with Mordred and a bunch of OCs (and to call Merlin out) and I was invested in it, even planning to go into a sixth season.

But it stalled and I became less and less invested in the fandom and the show itself, and other people made the very good point that actually, a lot of the problems were already there and Merlin never did much to actually help his people, and so while it's not like I would discount the possibilty of writing a fix fic (because god knows it needed it) I think that particular version of the story is probably not going to continue, and any future fic would have to start in S3/S4.

🧠 What’s an idea you have that you can’t quite call a WIP yet?

A Flash fic where Ronnie and Eddie survive the events of S1...but no one else knows that because the singularity pulled them both into Earth-3. They get the medical help they need (though Eddie remains comatose for a few months) but Ronnie struggles with feelings of guilt, especially regarding Eddie as he feels he should've gotten down to the pipeline in time, and though he and Eddie become friends that guilt stays for a while, even with Jay trying to help as best he can. There's still quite a lot to be ironed out before it enters true wip stages, but I think it could be an interesting fic.

Fanfic ask game

[gumnut-logic]

Once upon a time on a rockface

This one is for @riotraze​ I hope you like it :D

This is also Gentle Rain, Scott/Em, Scott/OC and contains elements of romance. If not your thing, this one ain’t for you. I’ll write you something else later :D If you don’t know who Em Harris is, you can find the series here :D It should be noted that Gentle Rain is a subseries of Warm Rain which involves lots of Virgil/Kayo, however there is no V/K in this fic.

@symphony-of-flutes I haven’t forgotten your ask, I have something in the pipeline. My writing has just been haphazard of late ::hugs::

This fic is also new and complete. Almost a first for me this year :D There may be a sequel, Virg is being nosy in my head and John is a little pissed off.

Many thanks to @the-original-sineater​ and @janetm74​ for the read throughs and support :D

It’s AU!April, and this one just happened. It was also Scott’s birthday and he deserves some nice stuff.

I hope you enjoy :D

-o-o-o-

He was hovering beside a mountain. He had Virgil in his ear, his voice churned across the mountain range by John, listing the stress limits of the rockface, and fretting over the storm lashing above.

And three climbers exposed, one seriously injured, and all desperately needing immediate rescue.

A soft voice from his left interrupted it all. “We’re fine, Thunderbird Two. Rescue underway. I’ll look after him, you know that.”

A sigh across comms. “FAB, Thunderbird White.” And Virgil signed off, no doubt to worry in silence while completing his own rescue.

“You are going to send your brother grey, you know that, don’t you?” Em smiled just a little as she unfastened her harness and reached for her helmet. Her uniform hoverscoot interfaced wirelessly with the systems in One and kept her stable as Scott adjusted for the buffeting the ship was receiving.

“He worries.”

“He has reason.” She shoved her helmet over her head and straightened her white baldric. “We doing this?”

Scott rolled his eyes just briefly. “Thunderbird Five, Eos, you’ve got control.”

“FAB, Thunderbird One.”

He reluctantly let go of the controls as they flashed the blue of remote. Eos could compensate for the massive turbulence even faster than he could.

But it felt wrong to give up control.

He climbed out of his seat and his body creaked protest. Sure, he was healed, but this was his first rescue back in the saddle for at least a couple of months and he knew Virgil had every right to worry.

Em kept her worry to herself and only glanced at him from time to time, medical eyes assessing in a way that he knew she would intervene if she felt it necessary.

If there was anything he knew about Em Harris, it was that she was as protective of her family as he was.

And at some point, his family and hers had merged.

The thought struck him sideways, out of the blue, and at completely the wrong time. He needed to focus.

A dark eyebrow arched in his direction and he knew she had noticed.

The funny thing was, if that eyebrow had belonged to Virgil, he would have been irritated. He knew Virgil’s motivation was similar to Em’s, but it was different.

Virgil was his brother. Em was his…girlfriend.

The word really wasn’t enough to express what she meant to him.

That thought sprouted about a dozen others better suited to a fancy restaurant and a candle lit dinner.

Instead, One shook them a little as Eos failed to fully compensate for the storm outside.

“Scott?”

Great. He’d advanced from arched eyebrow to verbal enquiry. He’d better move his ass before Em took command, wrapped him in cotton wool, and jumped out of One to save the climbers herself.

It wasn’t like she wasn’t capable. In the two years since they had become a couple, she had thrown herself into International Rescue almost as much as he. As the Thunderchicks became a force for the world to contend with, the Thunderbirds stepped back just a little. Em had kept an eye on Scott and reined him in, alongside Virgil, when the urge to jump in himself became too much. Today was one where Thunderbird One’s capabilities were needed. Thunderbird Two could also have sufficed, this storm battled even better by the massive green behemoth, but Virgil was hip deep in the floods in Bangladesh on the other end of the Himalayas.

Scott should be in Bangladesh as well, but both Em and Virgil had said no.

Grandma’s quiet hand on his shoulder had been the closer.

Virtually all of IR was in Bangladesh, a world-wide effort as the country was drowning under rising sea levels and its monsoon. Only a small contingent was available for the rest of the world and Scott was it.

Didn’t mean Em or Virgil liked it very much.

A soft hand on his cheek. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Pale blue eyes were as piercing as any yellow-eyed mediscanner.

He smiled just a little. “I’m fine.” But distracted, damnit.

He forced himself to ignore her hair tied back, the arch of her eyebrow, and the fact the word ‘girlfriend’ no longer described her well enough.

Scott shoved on his helmet and held out his hands signalling mutual safety check.

All business, he ran his hands across her harness, ever so careful to make sure she was properly secured to her specialist hoverscoot. Virgil’s handiwork was all over it and consequently, there was no way she was falling out of it.

Her hands ran over his harness and jetpack, fast, efficient…and to his shame, distracting.

Goddamnit, focus, you have a job to do!

Lines deployed he opened One’s hatch and stepped out into the weather.

Any chance of further distraction was immediately slapped sideways as wind and snow caught him.

If it wasn’t for his HUD, he would be blinded.

Thank god for Brains.

“Careful with that first step, White.”

“FAB.”

It was his job to secure the first of the climbers. It was her job to locate the injured person, do a medical assessment of their needs and prep for transport.

He hated the fact that she disappeared into the storm.

But they were professionals and as Scott’s feet made contact with the mountainside, his thoughts turned immediately to the rescuee and their safety.

As he lifted the woman off the mountain, her gushing thanks stolen by the storm, Em signalled Scott to attend the third rescuee. The injured person would need both of them.

The third climber was a man who did not want to leave his wife. Em had secured herself to the rockface with a piton, her hoverscoot managing her stability and her position beside the unconscious woman dangling against the cliff.

It only took him a glance to note she had followed procedure and secured the woman to herself before attempting any assessment.

Why he felt the need to check was frustrating. It wasn’t as if she didn’t know. Em was a professional on several fronts. She had passed every test he and Virgil and even John could think of throwing at her. It had still taken a little more convincing on Virgil’s part, not to mention several expletives on Kayo’s part, before Scott let her out into the field.

He couldn’t help it. He knew she was good. He trusted her with more than his life.

But he also knew what could happen out here and goddamnit, it still scared him.

“Please let me stay.” The man had tears in his voice while attempting to pull away. Scott’s external mic scratched together what the man was saying through the screaming wind. “This is my fault. Please, please let me stay!”

Outside of a rescue, Scott would probably have felt the pain in those words and those eyes. But this was a rescue. His goal was to keep these people safe.

He couldn’t afford to feel too much.

For anyone.

“Sir, we will do our best!” His external speakers fought to get the man to hear him. “We need to get you to safety first!”

He either didn’t hear Scott or chose to ignore him. Either way he yanked himself out of his grip and tried to climb closer to where Em was now huddled into a crack in the cliff, attempting to both provide first aid and get out of the wind.

Scott grabbed at him and felt his side twinge.

Shit. He couldn’t afford to stress his body. He could feel Virgil’s frown from the other side of the planet and the thought of facing Em again…

“Sir!” A gust of wind threw the both of them hard against the rockface.

Scott instinctively glanced at Em.

Again.

Hell, she was more secure than he was. Now well into that crack, she was immobilising the woman ready for transport.

But Scott wouldn’t be happy until Em was once again safe aboard One

Focus!

He turned back to his still struggling charge. “Sir, I need you in this harness, now!”

“She’s my wife!”

“And you’re endangering mine!”

The man stared at him, mouth open, snowflakes catching on his lips. His mouth closed without anything further falling out. Instead, he quietly reached for the harness and with Scott’s equally wordless help, put it on.

Moments to secure their line, a last glance at Em, and Scott reeled them up into One.

The sudden protection from the wind made him stumble as he steered himself and the rescuee onto the deckplates.

Little was said as Scott released him from his harness, directed him to a seat and strapped the man in. Once he was secured Scott could finally turn all his attention to Em and her patient.

He grabbed a basket stretcher and attached it to a line. Much like Em’s ‘scoot, it had hoverjets designed for stabilising in high winds.

Drawing it close to his body, he jumped out of his Thunderbird again. “White, report.”

“Broken arm and leg, bad concussion, still unconscious. Rescuee prepped for transport.” Her tone was ever so clipped and professional.

He still loved to hear her voice.

As he decelerated towards her position, he kicked himself yet again for his distraction. What the hell was wrong with him?

His feet hit the rockface again and he stalked across it sideways to her position, activating the basketstretcher as he moved. It’s hoverjets fired and stabilised.

Em had the woman fully splinted with a neck brace in place just in case.

Yellow light flickered as Dr Harris ran the mediscanner over her again. “Nothing life threatening, but I’d like to get her to a hospital before she regains consciousness.” Em’s entire attention was on her patient.

He loved her focus, her determination…

For goodness sake!

“FAB.” His acknowledgement was as distracted as he was, but he was efficient, he had that much going for him. Together, they bundled her patient into the stretcher and secured her for transport.

The wind howled and buffeted them the entire time, screaming between the peaks. Em’s hoverscoot fought the gusts, keeping her level and moving. No words, just efficiency and concentration. Within minutes the rescuee was ready to be lifted up into One.

Scott gripped the edge of the stretcher, keeping himself stable as much as stabilising it. White’s gloved hand swept the scanner across the woman one last time, Em’s fingers wrapped around the instrument, her pale blue eyes focussed and obscured by snow.

He stared at her, caught in the moment despite the situation, despite the howling wind. Words formed on his lips and fell out without thought.

“Marry me?”

She glanced up at him, and stared a full moment, before frowning. “Ready for evac.”

Scott blinked, and they were moving. Automatically, smoothly, as a team.

They clung to the stretcher as One hauled them up. Nothing was more was said.

In fact, they managed to deliver the climbers to the nearest hospital before anything was said outside professional questions and replies.

By the time they tore over the Bay of Bengal on the way back to base, Scott’s hands were sweaty inside his gloves on the controls. His heart was beating far too fast, and if he was honest, he was terrified.

“Thunderbird One, what is your status?” John voice was concerned.

Scott swore under his breath. Five had access to his vitals which were, no doubt, bouncing about in all their holographic glory.

“A-okay, Thunderbird Five.”

But Thunderbird Two cut in. “Scott what the hell is going on? I told you to take it easy! Thunderbird White, report!”

Scott opened his mouth to berate his brother into paying more attention to his rescue, but a hand landed gently on his.

Scott’s grip on his ‘bird was absolute, but that hand…

“Put her into a hover.” Em’s voice was ever so quiet…until she spoke to his brothers. “Thunderbirds Five and Two, situation is under control. Rescue complete, and we are on our way home. Her eyes flicked over to him as One’s engines slowed and switched to a hover over the Indian Ocean far below. “Scott is okay.” Pale blue eyes were fixed on him. “There is no need for concern.”

John butted in again, but Em cut him off. “Thunderbird One out.”

She was still staring at him.

Wordlessly, she removed her helmet, her curls falling out onto her shoulders despite being tied back. She put it aside and then quietly reached for his.

He was frozen. For one of the very few times in his life, he had no idea what to do. This was all her. She had all the answers.

All of them.

His helmet hissed as she released its catch and he continued to watch her as she put it beside hers.

And then her eyes were back on him.

Her hand touched his cheek. “How can you think that my answer would be anything but yes, flyboy?”

Something inside him snapped and a goofy smile spread across his lips. “Really?” God, he sounded like a child.

Her lips curled into a loving smile and she was kissing him.

His hands left the controls and she was in his arms, her slight body crushed against his chest, baldrics caught against each other.

“Thunderbird One! What the hell is going on down there?!” John’s patience was obviously shot.

Em pulled back and caught his eyes as she arched an eyebrow. “Your timing is questionable.” She hit her comms. “Thunderbird Five, everything is fine. Beyond fine, in fact. Just give us a minute.”

“Thunderbird White!”

“John, please.”

There was silence over comms for a grumbling minute. “FAB.” Five cut off.

And Em’s attention returned to Scott. Her eyes stared at him for a moment and when he did and said nothing, she frowned. “Scott?”

“You are so beautiful.”

Her lips smiled, but the frown didn’t quite go away. “You’ve been distracted all rescue. Are you sure you are okay?” Her hand hovered over her baldric, obviously ready to yank out that mediscanner and zap him for information.

Instead he pulled her close again, almost clinging. “I’m fine.” He held her ever so tight. “Couldn’t be better.”

-o-o-o-

[rosewinelonging]

im losing my mind i cant believe u wrote a whole au for my silly little ask. i would be crying but im too busy trying to keep my dick from exploding from excitement. congrats to rose and roxy on their sweet baby girl daisy i hope she grows up to be a huge slut like her moms

well u see i have this disease that makes me overthink everything i get my grubby paws on ...but seriously it only happened cause u threw in that last line abt rose getting pregnant. ive been thinkin abt the breeding -> pregnancy -> raising kid to be bred or breed their parents pipeline for the past couple weeks like. nonstop. only drawback is i usually dont like ocs for fandom stuff but that has been slowly changing <3

and of COURSE shed be a slut, theres absolutely no reason she wouldnt be. her parents arent private when it comes to having fun and by the time little daisy could walk shes been watching them go at it. and when shes 6 / 7, a very big girl (her moms said so themselves!) she start to get more curious.

shed probably go to roxy first, asking her about what theyre actually doing, saying that she feels funny watching them. daisy would be a very blunt child, she doesnt feel the need to hide her intentions or desires especially not when her mom seemed so happy when she told her

-roxy would groom daisy into being specially attracted to rose, wanting to help her mom feel good too!

-rose wouldnt stop breastfeeding her even when her milk stopped just like her mom did, this is something she views as completely normal and expected and no one in her life had a childhood normal enough to tell her otherwise

-each would take special time in teaching her how to masturbate, letting her touch herself and them

-this leads into her touching herself whenever, wherever she feels like. sort of an exhibitionist

-when shes a teen shed take after roxy in the, low cut tops, short shirts without underwear more times than not. the amount of times shes flashed her tits at her friends is way higher than it should be

[wincore]

AGREEEE, WORKING OVER THE WEEKEND IS THE WORST esp since im in uni full time and i work 9-5 on the weekends which means... no breaks for me ever.. 🥲

MASSIVE CRUSH ON OIKAWA OMGGG I SUPPORT THIS!!!!! but i am unfortunately much older than 15 and still enamored by 2d men 😔 life’s rough like that HDJWKDJ YES ATSUMU CAUSES PROBLEMS ON PURPOSE.. HES THE WORST!! btw.. ive heard that the oikawa to atsumu stan pipeline is very real... so if u get to s4.. u may develop atsumu brain rot like me 👁_👁

OOO alright run on, extracurricular, vincenzo, true beauty, love alarm, & perfect crime. NOTED!! ive actually been meaning to watch extracurricular for a while now, it looks so interesting!! now that it has the wincore seal of approval i must watch 😤 OMGG SAKURADA DORI I SAW HIM IN ALICE IN BORDERLAND!! super good show but really gore heavy at some points 👁

ahh ok thank u for the reccs, ive been thinking about starting demon slayer too!! shoplifters sounds really interesting :oo crime??? i havent watched a full movie in a while so i will def check it out!! THESE R ALL GOING IN MY NOTES APP.

NEXT YEARRR omg it sounds far away but i know time passes so quickly nowadays so I WILL WISH U LUCK ONCE AGAIN 💛 i hope u update us when the time comes!!

UGHWHHD EVEN THIS SYNOPSIS IS MAKING ME MISS UR WRITING?!? I LOVE THE WAY U WORD IT... “given a choice to pretend, you find that jaehyun is the lesser of the two burdens to bear” AHHHHHHH omg “he’s in a relationship and doesn’t rlly care about the soulmate system” THIS IS ALWAYS SUCH A PAINFUL SCENARIO IN SOULMATE AUS PLSS!!! Wait is the soulmate of yn gonna be an oc/vague character or another member :O EITHER WAY... PAIN! THIS IS GETTING ME SO EXCITED AND U HAVENT EVEN MENTIONED ANYTHING ABOUT WHAT JAEHYUN’S LIKE IN THIS FIC YET

RUNWAY CHARACTER CAMEOOOS YESS I LOVE RUNWAY YN!!!! i actually reread it last night and ugh i was reminded how much i love yns personality... just the process of experiencing all tht self doubt with them!!! so real & makes u root for them :’)

“if jeno plays edward i need him to that apple scene like taemin did” WHHHHHWJDJJWJDBW THIS MADE ME CHOKE ON THE WATER I WAS DRINKING LMFAO

GODDDD THESE TROPE/MEMBER PAIRINGS, HARD AGREE HARD AGREE!!! HAECHAN AND RENJUN ARE E2L 100%!!!! i think bc the ppl in the bff2l category cant convincingly hate yn back LOL

“gets complimented on his lyricism often but like every song’s about you” STOPPPPP HES SO PERFDCT FOR THIS TROPE!!!!!

OMG I SEE EXACTLY WHAT U MEAN ABT SICHENG IN ROYALTY/CHAEBOL AUS... i think like u said it’s because of his poise & the way ppl are generally in awe of him but also bc of his reluctance to open up!! more reserved until he trusts u... funny and kind but sometimes perceived as aloof... those r some prince tendencies! “what are corporate businesses but modern day kingdoms” LMFAOOWJDJ SERIOUSLY THO

“mans really said i will not give you any onscreen idol personality to work with” HDJWJDJWJSJ LITERALLYYYY this is why i have trouble reading jaehyun fics sometimes bc sometimes they can feel “inaccurate” but its mostly just bc there’s no Standard Personality Stereotype to go off of. but a random & uncommon trope i think he’d pair well with is exes to lovers!! Yes im basically just a jaehyun + angst advocate.

“i think most of them would pair well with bff2l??” FACTTTTTTT and no im not just saying this bc its one of my favorite tropes.. heh... i think i told u this before?? but ur like the main reason i started enjoying e2l!!! i didnt like it before bc i love the PINING in bff2l but then i started reading ur works n was like OH SHIT! THERES LOADS OF PINING HERE TOO...

i think yangyang is not bff2l or e2l, he is in his own category which is Annoyer2Lover HDJWKDJ ex: troublemaker, wasted nights

OMGGGG I DID NOT EXPECT ROYALTY AU TO HAVE SUCH A LARGE LEAD IN THE SURVEY??? and cryptids is so low 😔😔 cmon guys, vampires r fun!!!

WE R LITERALLY WRITING ESSAYS TO EACH OTHER RN BUT I LOVE IT 🥺🥺 its a such a nice break to read ur response when im burnt out from studying!!

OMG IM GOING THROUGH #moonwrites AND IM LITERALLY AN IDIOTTTT IVE BEEN OFF TUMBLR FOR SO LONG I DIDNT REALIZE THAT ROMEO ROULETTE HAD A PREVIEW OUT????

“And I get what out of this?” “Me?” IM IN LOVE WITH THIS CHARACTERS PERSONALITY ALREADY LMFAOO

“—and when this whole game you’re playing is over, you’re going to say I rejected you.” ?!?!???? THE WAY JAEHYUN IS A LITTLE SHIT! THEIR PERSONALITIES ARE BOTH SO FUN PLSJWJDJEJ IM MORE EXCITED NOW!!

pls disregard the part in my last ask where i asked abt romeo roulette.... i had no idea all of the information i needed was sitting right in front of me 😔😔

- tata

WHAT 9 TO 5 ON EVERY WEEKEND???? the system has failed you this honestly feels like a villain origin story 😭 when does it get better???

ALSO let me answer the other asks separately for better readability lol we really out here writing essays GOOD THING i have practice writing but like. this is infinitely better to write 🥰

PLSSS SOMETIMES I WILL SEE AN EDIT/TIKTOK OF OIKAWA AND BE LIKE DAMN I REALLY NEED TO CATCH UP I MISS THIS MF also are you daring me to ruin my life for 2d men bc i will do it without hesitation. wait till i watch hq again and get that atsumu brainrot with you he seems annoying enough for me to like ^_^

AND YES PLS I WAS SO ABSORBED IN IT!! extracurricular was the most gripping show i’ve watched in a while like yes enough teen romance give me two unhinged teenagers doing crime 🤩 AND OMG??? THAT’S WHERE WE SAW HIM TOO and although niragi was literally vomit-inducing human trash, sakurada dori is like. a good actor. except i hated coffee&vanilla which starred him it was literally so cringe i couldn’t 😭 i blame the writers for that though. IM EXCITED FOR S2 OF ALICE IN BORDERLAND THO i really like horror (and i can tolerate gore if ive been desensitized enough) and like i read the manga too!!! the games were really interesting (although morbid).

😭😭 MY NOTES APP IS FULL OF RECS FROM FRIENDS ALL OF THEM HATE ME FOR NOT WATCHING THE SHOWS BUT LIKE. i binge 3 or 4 at a time and strike them off and then go 6 months without watching a single tv series hhh.

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I SURE WILL UPDATE !!! it’s so exciting to think about grad school sometimes :33

AHHH IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT AND THE PREVIEW TOO SGSDJKDS there’s a few differences in the actual fic i think bc i changed up the language (and i dont remember what else bc i refuse to look at my writing) JAEHYUN RLLY IS A LITTLE SHIT he’ll be like hm yeah im pretty chill :) and then proceed to beat yn at her own game at times. (she wins mostly dw) the fact that i made her soulmate cha eunwoo like girl if i were you i’d crash their relationship 🥱 (jk) but like. jaehyun too is 🤩 despite being dry af

ASDKDSKDS YOU REREAD ALL (ALMOST) 19K WORDS ??? IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE THAT FIC SM AAAAHHH IM FEELING LIKE AN ACTUAL AUTHOR 🥰 i loved runway yn too they were like boss attitude with 20% anxiety.

LOOK JENO BETTER BE PULLING MOVES LIKE THAT TO IMPRESS THE GIRLS 😤 if he hits himself in the forehead with the apple, bonus points bc that was true comedy (as invented by taemin)

AND YES. LIKE I KNOW MARK HATED DONGHYUCK SO MUCH HE WANTED TO LEAVE SM BUT LIKE HE’S TOO NICE WITH EVERYONE ELSE 😭😭😭 i cannot picture him pissed off apart from that summer fight </3

thinking about dejun getting rejected by a girl he wrote a song for. rip brother.

IM GLAD YOU PUT THAT INTO WORDS BC THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT IT IS!!! he’s got all of these regal qualities but he’s still human ykyk so it makes for the most amiable person on earth 😌 i love this characterization of him!!

oof exes to lovers with jaehyun... i had a similar idea a while ago (with theme song sincerity is scary by the 1975) that i discarded bc i don’t think i’m cut out to write that 😭 (YET) so i will keep this is mind. u r so right about jaehyun feeling inaccurate bc it’s like he’s very mild in personality onscreen sometimes?? so him having strong personality traits makes me go 🤔🤔 that man is overreacting. (jkjk but like you get the idea)

WAIT RLLY OMG BC OF ME???? i would never enjoy e2l irl bc irl dudes are 🤢🤢 and if they annoy me i will end them. but in fiction the mutual pining and initial disgust at yourself for liking the other??? helllooo 🤩🤩🤩 especially if it’s in a romcom style <3 bff2l is also better in fiction bc if the relationship doesnt work out irl and the person become uncomfortable with me i will just get annoyed jskshdl

LMAO YOU ARE SO RIGHT ABOUT YANGYANG HE’S JUST THAT™ DUDE skgkhs he feels like someone fun to hang out with but he would annoy you the whole time. also he is cute 🥰

AND EXACTLY!!!! IM HAPPY FOR ROYALTY AUS BUT CMON. LOOK AT THOSE VAMPIRE TEETH. feel like media ruined vampires for people 😔 

THIS IS SUCH A NICE BREAK FROM STUDYING HONESTLY!!!! im like working on two semi-large projects AND studying course and out-of-course material simultaneously so my brain is a little fried. thank u for this 😘

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Ice Cream and Fire Oven Pizza - Chapter 8

Pairing: Elsa x Lea/Axel || Side Pairing: Riku x OC

Summary: Modern AU. She's an introvert ball of nerves who works at Ice Palace, a mall food court ice cream shop. He's the outgoing, sassy goofball who works at the Pizza Planet across the way. Hilarity, snark, and fluffy romcom hijinks ensue.

Word Count: 6,473

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Credit for super friggin’ cute and super friggin’ amazing cover art goes to the super friggin’ talented ky-jane here on tumblr!

It was dawning on me that I hadn’t fully thought this through.

This whole “having friends” thing.

There were so many factors I hadn’t even considered. Like, once you’ve made a new friend…

...what the frick are you supposed to do with them?

One would think I’d have this figured out by now. After all, I was friends with Rayne, wasn’t I? But Rayne was different. There hadn’t really been much to think about there, we’d just sorta clicked. Besides, we’d met when we were children - a time when the hot topics to talk about had been our favorite toys to play with or which of the boys had cooties or our latest masterpieces made during Arts and Crafts time involving gluing popsicle sticks and sequins to pine cones. You know, kid stuff.

But now I was an adult. An adult who had just made new adult friends who probably expected adult conversations.

And unfortunately I just didn’t think cooties and sequins were going to cut it anymore.

Which is why I could now be found on this fine Friday afternoon shift at the Ice Palace having borrowed Kristoff’s phone, making use of the current lull in customer traffic to carry out some important research. And how, one might wonder, was this important research being gathered?

By googling the phrase “how to friendship.”

Genius, I know.

Thousands of articles and tutorials had come back in the search results, not all of them useful, but I’d landed on a couple that could maybe help a little bit. I gnawed on my lower lip as my eyes quickly scanned over the words. Then with a nod, I used a pen to transcribe the cliff notes version over to my palm, adding on to the ever growing list of useful tidbits that could now be found there.

Call it my Chit-Chat Cheat Sheet. That’s right, folks, you’re witnessing a crucial life hack in the making. This handy-dandy little list was going to be my one-stop shop to social butterfly success. Look out, new pals of mine, you were about to be friended so hard. I was going to friend your butts off! This was-

“Hey, I also like to doodle on my hand whenever I’m bored outta m-”

With a half gasp, half yelp, I jolted up straight, wide eyes discovering Lea now standing on the other side of the counter from me. He brought up his hands, “Woah now, sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you.”

My own hand flew up to cover my pounding heart as I breathed out and shook my head. “No. No, it’s fine, I should’ve been paying more-” My fingers flexed, closing around empty air. My brow furrowed. “Wait…” Where did my-? Did I drop it? “...I had a pen.”

It suddenly blurred down from up above to crash land into the countertop, making us both flinch and jerk back slightly.

Oh. Heh. There it was.

“Sorry about that,” I gave a weak laugh, retrieving the writing implement and giving it a little waggle as I held it up. “I… guess I still got a few kinks to work out before I can successfully launch the first unmanned pencraft into orbit.”

...wow, did that stupid joke really just come out of me?

Must. Resist. Urge. To. Wince.

The corners of his eyes crinkled. “Might I suggest waiting for a day when the weather forecast reports zero chance of ceiling?” he pointed up.

I nodded, “Good note. Excellent observation. Prime example of one of my kinks.” I blanched, then hastily stammered, “I mean the… one of the kinks that, uh, needs to be, er… worked... out.”

Ugh, what’s wrong with me? Why am I like this?

This is why I needed the list.

...crud! The list! My eyes darted to my palm where it was scrawled in plain view for all the world to bear witness. Then my gaze flicked to Lea, looking at me with an eyebrow cocked and one side of his lips turned up. Then I balled my fist and jammed it behind my back.

Had he seen?

He mustn’t know about my secret hacks!

That’s when I spotted it. Kristoff’s phone. Still on the counter between us. Still open to the WikiHow I’d been taking notes from. My other hand shot out and swatted the device away, sending it slamming into the wall on my right before clattering to the ground.

Oopsie. Sorry Kristoff!

Luckily he was currently out and about taking his ten. He’d never have to know. This could just be our little secret between the phone and me.

“Shit, what’d that poor thing ever do to you?”

...rather, between the phone, me, and Lea.

What had it done to me, he asks? It’d tried to rat me out, that’s what!

My eyes darted to one side. “...let’s just say the crime fits the punishment.”

Snitches get stitches.

He glanced to where the abused phone still lay abandoned on the tiled floor, then snorted and crossed his arms with a shake of his head, “If you say so.”

Alright, so this exchange so far? Could be going better. Not exactly textbook. Lot of room for improvement. But that was okay because (ba-dum ba-dum!) Chit-Chat Cheat Sheet to the rescue! It could salvage any social catastrophe! Let’s just watch it work its magic, shall we?

I shifted to bring my hand out in front of me once more, casually resting my palm face down against the countertop. Then I lifted it just barely enough to furtively peek at the first couple lines I’d written there.

Start with a warm, friendly greeting. Examples include…

I locked eyes with him. “Whassup.”

He blinked. “Um… hi?”

Nailed it.

Alright, now that a proper line of communication had officially been established in the most cordial manner, on to the next step: small talk. After sneaking another quick look at my notes, I pressed my hand back down again and recited the words I’d just glanced at, “So nice weather we’re having, huh? At least it’s not raining like last week.”

This list was a god send. Pure gold.

He squinted upward, scratching the back of his head. “Hasn’t it been sunny for months now?”

...fudge.

Abort, captain, abort! The first one was a dud! Quickly, lock and load the second one and fire!

I anxiously checked my palm again and latched onto the next line, reading out, “That’s an awesome shirt you’re wearing!”

He frowned down at it, eyebrows knitting together. “You mean my work polo? Not… really, but okay.”

Aaaaaaaand another swing and a miss!

Oh wise and powerful Chit-Chat Cheatsheet, why hast thou forsaken me here, now, in my greatest hour of need? Me, your most devout and faithful of followers? Me, who loved and worshipped you so?

Feeling my panic spiking, I looked to my hand again to find one more line I had yet to try. One final chance for salvation. This was it. My ace in the hole. List, don’t fail me now!

Desperate, I didn’t even register the words as my eyes snatched them from my palm, handed them off to my brain that then shoved them down the pipeline to my mouth which proceeded to blurt out verbatim, “So what do you do in your flamingo?”

...the list had failed me.

“I’m sorry, what does who do in the what and where now?”

And we’re talking like… epic failure.

I was just now realizing this was the one I’d been in the middle of jotting down when Lea had startled me. So chances were good that that sloppy mess of a scribble at the end of the sentence? Wasn’t actually the word flamingo.

At least, I hoped it wasn’t.

Whatever. I give up.

Puffing out a sigh as I pinched the bridge of my nose, I muttered, “You know what, forget it. I’m just… having a bit of a malfunction. One of those days, I guess.”

“Oh,” he chuckled, “no worries! Those come up all the time working customer service, so I totally get it.”

This guy was too nice. Here I was, spouting off nonsense like a gibbering baboon and he was just brushing it off like it was no big deal. Like it was an everyday occurrence for a person to ask him if he did lord only knows what to a neon pink bird. I should get on with assisting him with whatever he’d come over here for. It was the least I could do in exchange for him putting up with the trainwreck that was me. Taking a deep breath and putting on a smile, I asked, “So what can I help you with today?”

He returned the smile, “Take a wild guess.”

I glanced around my work space. “Ice cream?”

“Got it in one,” his thumb went up. “I’m a total addict by the way, so you’ll be seeing a lot of me.”

“I’m sure your dentist says the same thing,” I deadpanned, pressing my finger to a button on the cash register. “Sea Salt, right?”

“You’re on a roll today!”

My grin twitched wider. He was so much better at this small talk thing than me. “How would you like it?”

“I like my ice cream like I like my women: swirly and in a waffle cone,” he winked, tossing out some finger guns.

...I take that back, this dork was just as clueless as I was. Had to be if he thought that was funny.

I merely arched an eyebrow at him as the silence stretched. Then he pouted, “Aw c’mon, kid, these are the jokes! Don’t leave me hanging here.”

I snorted, tapping a couple more keys on the register. “Sorry. It’s just that after the other day, I would have thought your answer would’ve been more along the lines of ‘frozen solid and on a stick.’”

“Oo, dirty,” he chirped, his eyebrows bouncing.

Welp. That’d teach me for trying to play along.

“But no,” he waved off, “that was more out of necessity. Only the ice cream bars can survive the long trip up the clocktower without melting first. Otherwise, give me creamy, fluffy, and with a twist any day!”

“Duly noted. Just a sec.” I turned, plucking one of the cones off the top of the stack as I walked past, approaching the soft serve/milkshake machine.

Ah, my old nemesis. We meet again. One could almost hear the Old West face-off tune whistling in the background. But thankfully, there would be no drawing of pistols this day. 

I liked to think there was a grudging, mutual respect between us now.

Being super mindful of the Anger Button, I switched it to the appropriate flavor and pulled down on the lever. As I moved the cone in small circles while it slowly filled with blue, sugary goop, I heard Lea ask, “Snow Bear?”

I looked back at him, a crease forming between my eyebrows as I tipped my head to one side.

...what’d he just call me?

He was hunched forward now, elbow on the countertop and chin propped in hand, fingers drumming against his cheek as he squinted at me with a frown. Then shook his head, “Nah, too healthy, even for a goody-goody like you. Tofu has no business being anywhere near ice cream.”

Then it clicked. Snow Bear was one of the flavors we offered.

“Big Bad Pete?” he pursed his lips to one side, then crinkled his nose. “Nope. Too nutty. Thinking you like a crunch, just not that kind.”

I returned my attention to the machine, making sure the cone wasn’t too top heavy. “Are you… trying to guess the type of ice cream I like?”

“Yup! Since Sea Salt clearly wasn’t your thing.”

“I wouldn’t necessarily say that.” I released the lever, completing the stacking spiral with a nice little curl at the top and turning to face him once more. “But it is… shall we say, an acquired taste?”

Lea smirked and scoffed, “Blasphemy! Don’t worry though, I won’t judge you too harshly for your dirty, heathen tastes.”

“You’re too kind,” I rolled my eyes as I handed him his purchase.

Taking it in one hand, he used the other to give me the munny due. “Consider it my one good deed for the century. It’s a doozy though. I’m expecting my sainthood any day now.”  He then lapped off a big blue chunk as he eyed me thoughtfully. “Donald Fizz maybe?” Then he pulled a face with another shake of his head, “Nu uh, too close to Sea Salt.”

“If you really want to know that badly, it’s-”

“Buh buh buh,” he pressed a finger to my lips, cutting me off. “Yeesh, don’t spoil my fun like that, let me guess! This is like my mutant power, I can always tell a person’s fave ice cream.” He narrowed his eyes on me as he took another bite, licking some of it off from the corner of his mouth. “You’re a tough read though. Gonna need more time, gather more intel.” A grin broke out again, “But I do oh so love a challenge.” Then he snapped his fingers, “What about-”

“Elsa?!” 

My blood ran cold at the voice that cried out from across the food court.

A very, very familiar voice.

One I had not expected to hear again for a while yet and certainly not here, at the Dusk Town Center mall, at my sanctuary of all places.

Lea glanced over his shoulder, looking for who’d interrupted him before yelping and leaping out of the way so as not to become roadkill to an auburn and blue blur zooming straight for me. It crashed up against the other side of the counter, lashed its limbs out over the top and seized me in its vice-like grip, yanking me forward into a bone-crushing embrace and squeezing the absolute life out of me as it once more shouted, “Elsa! I found you! At last, I found you!”

Or rather… not it, but her.

Anna Fryse.

My sister.

...who, as I was just now discovering, might also be part boa constrictor. Good lord, this girl did not know her own strength!

“Anna,” I wheezed, feebly patting at her elbow. An extraordinary feat, given that her bear hug was practically super gluing my arms to my sides. “Can’t. Breathe.”

“You’re okay! I was so worried! I thought you might be hurt or trapped or drugged or kidnapped or amnesiad or dead or, or, or- but you’re not! You’re really, really not! You’re alive!” 

“Won’t be for much longer if you don’t let go,” I croaked out, starting to see spots. Finally she released me and I gasped for breath. Ah, oxygen. Beautiful, life giving oxygen. I coughed, “Did you seriously just use ‘amnesia’ as a verb?”

Completely ignoring my question, her hands still grasped tightly at my shoulders as sharp, blue eyes set in a freckled face looked me over. Her red hair was done in pigtail braids and she was in a dark cobalt sundress with a black bodice.

Then she opened her mouth.

“Woah, Elsa! You look different! It’s a good different! I love everything about it!” She grabbed me by the cheeks, “Your face, the outfit, that hat - oh gosh, that hat! I never thought I’d see you in a friggin’ baseball cap! It’s too friggin’ cute! And a ponytail! How many times have I said you’d look totes adorbs in a ponytail, and you know what? Told you so! And- oh. My. Gawd!” She bellyflopped onto the countertop, pointing down, “I just saw the mini skirt! Friggin’ you! In a friggin’ mini skirt! Damn girl, you hawt!” She fell back onto her feet once more, looking up at our sign, “And this place! What is this place? This place is amazing! Do you work here? Please, please, please tell me you work here! Oh my gawd, you do! You have a friggin’ job! What do you do? How much do you make? Do you pay taxes? Do you pay rent? Do you have a 401k? What is a 401k?” She pointed at an ice cream spade, “What’s this thingie do?” Next at the soft serve/milkshake machine, “How does that work?” Up at a dangling Sven plushie. “What’s up with all the friggin’ deers?” Then at Lea standing off to one side, slowly eating his ice cream and watching on with one curious eyebrow quirked. “Who’s the hottie with a body?” She started to wave, calling out, “Hello, Mr Hottie-With-A-Bo-”

“Anna!” I hissed, cheeks roasting as I snatched her hand back down. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Lea returning her wave with a tiny one of his own, to which I shot him a dull stare. He just grinned and shrugged. Shaking my head, I asked him, “Could you, uh… would you mind giving us a minute alone? Please?”

“Sure, no problem. I should be getting back to work anyhow. Laters, El!”

...El? Who’s El?

“Nice meeting ya, El’s friend!” he gave a two finger salute to Anna with a wink before sauntering off.

Huh. Guess that’d make me El. I’d earned a nickname. Had our friendship leveled up? Wow, I was so good at this friends thing! Without even understanding it, I had somehow already mastered it.

Bravo, me!

Anna watched him go, then turned back to me with a low whistle. “Okay, seriously, who was the sexpot and please, for the love that is all that is good and foxy, tell me you are tapping that.”

“Oh my god, Anna!” I facepalmed. I wasn’t going to dignify that with a response. “What are you even doing here?”

“I told you already, I was worried!”

My forehead wrinkled. “But you knew I wasn’t abducted or anything, you were the one who helped me run away. Besides, didn’t you receive my text telling you I was okay?”

“Yes, weeks after you disappeared!” She smacked me in the arm with a glare. “You could have contacted me sooner, brat! And what the frick was up with your stupid text?!”

“Stupid...? What was wrong with it?”

“I’m fine, don’t worry, don’t come looking for me,” she flatly recited the words from my message before looking away with a huff. “Please, have you never seen any kidnap movie in the history of like friggin’ ever? That’s like classic code for ‘help me, help me, I’ve been taken hostage and am being forced to tell you these things under duress.’”

“Ugh, the way your mind works,” I grumbled, massaging one temple. “How did you even find me anyway?”

Anna snorted. “What, you think just cuz you blocked my number that I wouldn’t be able to track you down? Sis, please, we live in the golden age of technology. Trust me, I have my ways. There’s a lot a girl can do with just a phone number and this little thing called the internet.”

I opened my mouth to retort, but then froze with a gasp as another thought struck me and nearly stopped my heart. My eyes darted about, searching the food court while I fidgeted with my fingers. “Wait… oh god, does… do Mother and Father… do they know? Are they also here? Did you tell-”

She gently shushed me, reaching over the countertop to rub my arm. “Sis, Sis, it’s okay, they’re not here, don’t stress! I did tell them I got the text from you so they’d know you’re okay, but I didn’t tell them I’d figured out where you were. They don’t know that I came here looking for you. You don’t have to talk to them until you’re ready.”

“Oh thank god,” I sighed, slumping against the counter. That… was a talk I was in no way prepared for. Not just yet. I gnawed on my lower lip for a second, glancing back up at Anna. “What about-”

“He’s fine too,” she said softly.

I frowned. “...really?”

Her face pinched into a tiny grimace. “I mean, he’s not great. He got dumped at the altar, what do you think? But he’s a big boy, he’ll survive.”

Well that was a load off my mind.

Not. 

“Ugh, I feel terrible,” I buried my face in my hands. Then I peeked out between my fingers at her. “Could you… I don’t know… maybe do damage control with him for me or something?”

“Was already on it,” she beamed with a thumbs up. “But enough about all that, gah, so friggin’ depressing! I wanna hear more about you and your new life and this whole job thing and that redheaded Hunky McHunkface and all that’s happened to you since you flew the coop! Tell me everything!”

A tiny smile crept up onto my lips. I knew I’d been missing my little sister, but it was only in that moment... seeing her here in front of me, hearing her voice again... that I was realizing just how much. “I’d actually really like that. But uh…” I looked past her, noticing more shoppers wondering about amongst those tables out there now than there had been just moments ago, with even more trickling in by the second. “Looks like we’re about to get our afternoon rush, so it’s not really the best time.”

Anna tapped her chin with a low hum before her face lit back up. “Are you free tonight?”

My head tilted to the left. “I’m working closing, but I should be out of here by nine I think.”

“Perfect! Let’s do dinner! Then we can properly celebrate your new found freedom as you tell me all about it! Whaddya say? Pleeeeease?” Puppy dog eyes initiated.

I laughed and nodded. “Yeah, okay. That sounds nice.”

“Yay!” she bounced on her heels, rapidly clapping her hands together with a tiny squeal. “Ahhhh! Can’t wait! Okay, you said nine, right? Right! I’ll be waiting in my car right outside those doors over there, got it? Good! I’ll leave you to it then!” Then she was snatching me into another hug over the countertop and planting a kiss on my cheek with a loud mwah! “Love ya, Sis! See you then!”

And just like that, Typhoon Anna whooshed off once again, disappearing into the ever growing crowd.

Not a second later, I heard the door open behind me. “Hey, I’m back, sorry it ran a little long, I- hey, why’s my phone on the floor?”

I winced.

Heh… woops.

One tiny detail may have slipped my mind in all the mayhem that had been the last ten minutes.

I turned to see Kristoff stooping down to pick it up before he graced me with a scowl.  I chuckled sheepishly, “So… funny story…”

I got the feeling Kristoff hadn’t found my story all that amusing.

Don’t think he’d found it particularly believable either.

Not sure why. I mean, wasn’t it totally plausible that a strong gust of wind had blasted through the entire mall, causing one of the bigger reindeer dolls to fly off its hook and rocket straight into my hands, knocking his phone free from my grasp and sending it slamming into a wall where I had then left it for fear that moving it could cause more damage and trauma to the poor little device that had already been through so much?

No? Not plausible? Not even remotely or in the slightest?

Drat.

I'd never really been good at the whole lying thing.

But it'd been the best I could come up with on the spot. I mean, I wasn’t about to tell him the truth about how I was a total, pathetic dunce when it came to making friends which in turn caused me to do idiotic things like fling other’s people’s fragile property at hard surfaces.

In any case, Kristoff and I were currently not on speaking terms.

At least, I’m pretty sure we weren’t. That was my best guess anyway, given he hadn’t spoken two words to me since I’d spun my little tale.

Eh, he’d get over it.

A couple hours of the silent treatment later and he’d clocked out without so much as a goodbye. Then a few more hours brought me to the here and now of closing time. I was almost done wrapping everything up, just needed to finish wiping down all the surfaces. Having already ensured the inside of the little shop was pristine, I’d stepped out to be on the food court side of the counter, using a cloth to remove any fingerprints and other smudges that’d been left by customers on the display glass.

As I finished cleaning the last of it, I exhaled heavily and straightened up, planting my hands on my hips as I inspected my work. Nodding in approval at a job well done, I then looked to the clock on the wall to see that it was a quarter to nine. Perfect. Plenty of time to grab my things and lock up before heading out to meet Anna. Stretching my back to loosen some of the stiffness that had settled in there, I then took a quick glance over my shoulder.

It really should come as a shock to no one at this point that Lea could once again be spotted across the way from me. I was beginning to think the people in charge of scheduling our shifts met up for weekly tea and crumpets or something while they made sure the hours the two of us worked almost always lined up exactly. What nefarious scheme was being cooked up by the upper management of our two separate companies? What could they possibly hope to gain by it? Only time would tell.

In any case, he too looked to be almost done with all of his closing tasks. He was currently out in the food court area as well, using a broom to sweep up the area in front of Pizza Planet. Or so I’m sure the intent had been.

Except... he wasn’t really so much in front of the pizzeria as he was on top of one of the tables.

And it wasn’t so much a broom as it was an impromptu mic.

And he wasn’t so much sweeping as he was in his own little world, enthusiastically lip-syncing and dancing away to the song blasting out of his phone in the back pocket of his pants. I Believe In A Thing Called Love by the Darkness, if the wild electric guitar, high falsetto vocals, and cheesy lyrics were anything to go off of.

Wow, he really was a complete dork.

A splutter of a laugh burst out of me before I was able to clamp both my hands over my mouth in a vain effort to stop it.

I’m not sure how he heard me over all that explosive glam rock, but it seemed he did somehow for his head suddenly jerked in my direction. Then he beamed and started hopping across all the tabletops towards me. That couldn’t be sanitary. His feet at last touched ground in front of the Ice Palace as he crouched low before springing back up into a half-turn, landing himself in a seat atop the counter right between the ice cream display case and a cash register.

Still directing that ear-to-ear smile my way, he pulled his phone out long enough to hit pause on his music. “So whadja think? Do I put on one hell of a show or what?” 

Oh dear. Not only a dork but no shame to boot. A deadly combo, that.

I snorted, eyes on the glass once more as I went back to scrubbing it for the now nonexistent spots. “For sure. You should hurry up and get on becoming a bigtime rock star already.”

Broom balanced on the floor between his knees, he folded his hands over the handle point and rested his chin on his knuckles. “Nah, all that fame and fortune I’m guaranteed to get cuz I’m so loveable, awesome, amazing and cool would go straight to my head.”

I bit back a grin. “Because you’re so modest now.”

“Oh yeah, I’m humble as fuck!” he declared brightly. Then he shrugged and sighed, “Guess I’m just kinda perfection that way.”

My eyelids drooped. “...clearly.”

“So,” he lifted his head off its perch, freeing up one hand to scratch behind his ear, “everything okay? Between you and your sister, I mean.”

I looked at him, blinking a couple times. “How’d you know she‘s my sister?”

“You two got the same nose,” he smirked, tapping a finger to the side of his. “But seriously, you all good? She seemed pretty frantic.”

“Oh, that’s just Anna for you. The Looney Toons Tasmanian Devil personified. Pretty sure she doesn’t even know the meaning of the word ‘calm.’ But no, she’s fine. We’re good.”

“Glad to hear it!” A pause. “So…” he said again, this time stretching the word out as he bounced the broom handle back and forth between his palms now. “...you eat, right?”

Hand still absently running the cloth along the glass, I raised an eyebrow at him. What kind of question was that? “...I have been known to on occasion, yes.”

“Good. Any dinner plans tonight?”

I froze, eyes round.

Oh.

...was he asking what I think he was asking? I think he was asking what I think he was asking. Why would he ask that?! Wait... oh no… did he think that I was thinking that he should ask what I think he was asking? Because if that’s what he thought I was thinking, I most certainly was not thinking that!  Not even close! Unless… did this here right now count as me thinking that?

...hold up, now I’m confused... what was I thinking again?

Oh that’s right.

I was thinking about him.

Asking.

Me.

Out.

Which I was so not ready for! I mean come on, I had just gotten out of a long term relationship! What was that rule? The one about how long after a breakup before you should start dating again? Something about waiting at least thirty minutes before getting back in the - 

Wait no, that had to do with eating and pools…

Whatever, gah! However much time it’s supposed to be, pretty sure it’s more than just a few weeks if you’d not only been together for years, but also frigging engaged to your ex! 

Current relationship status aside, let’s just be real here... I’m not sure if this was something I would ever be ready for. Hello, Mayor of Hermit Island here! They throw hermit parades in my honor. Those parades have zero spectators and consist of one (1) person marching, that person being me, all alone, by myself, because it’s Hermit Island and kind of the whole point! It was sort of a miracle I’d ever started dating in the first place, much less wound up with a fiancé of all things! When you think about it, and I mean really think about it… how the frick had that even happened?! I’d been there, heck, I’d lived it and even I was still scratching my head over that one. I mean, how had I ever-

“Hey now, what’s with the-?” Lea’s words broke me out of the word jumble that was my brain and my eyes darted over to him. His furrowed brow suddenly went slack and he blinked, heading rocking back. “Hold on, you don’t think that I- That I’m asking you out on a- No! God no! No, no, no, that’s not what this is!” 

Oh thank goodness!

Wait… how did he know that’s what I’d been thinking?

...could it be the fact that all the color had drained from my face and I had stopped breathing?

Speaking of which, I should really start that back up again.

Okay, all together now, one, two, three annnnnd sharp, deep inhale.

Whew, much better! Man, oxygen and I were having a real on-again, off-again relationship today.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with y- I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed to- that is, uh… aw, crap,” he groaned, bonking his head against the top of the broom handle. “Forget it. Look, what I was trying to say was we - that is, the kiddos and I and a buncha other people who work at other stores 'round the mall, all of us get together every Friday night for food and drinks at the 7th Heaven. It’s this nice little pub not too far from here and I dunno if booze is your thing or what, but the grub’s pretty good there too, way better than your average bar food and so I was just wondering if you’d like to, I dunno… come join us and just hang out for a bit, have some fun. Interested?”

Ooooooooooh, got it! Well that was a relief!

...wait, was it?

Oh dear, just the thought of me having to interact with that many people all at the same time was enough to make my soul leave my body. Because once again, I have to play the President of Hermit Island card here. That’s right, I’d promoted myself from mayor to president within the last five minutes. I like to think I’d earned it after all my years of exemplary hermit service.

The point was, this little get-together sounded precisely like the kind of situation that I wanted to be on the polar opposite end of the planet from. Seriously, the Devil himself could not have designed a more fitting hell for me. Don’t get me wrong, it was sweet that Lea had thought to include me and I’m sure all the other people going would be nice and everything, but... I just couldn’t. I couldn’t do it. Not with the cold, stabbing pangs of anxiety already coursing throughout my chest at even the mere mention of going to such a thing.

Luckily, I didn’t have to. I had an out. A beautiful, glorious escape route courtesy of the one, the only, my savior (queue angelic choir singing)... Anna.

Clearing my throat, I managed a small smile. “Thank you, I appreciate the invite, I really do and I’m so sorry but I’ve already made plans with my sister. Speaking of,” I glanced at the clock again before hurrying past him and back into the Ice Palace to drop off the cleaning rag, “I really should be going now, she’s probably already waiting for me.”

He slid off the countertop, spinning around to face me with a frown. “Aw, ya sure? Why don’t you just bring her along too? We won’t mind, the more the merrier!”

Still with the smile, now accompanied by a slight scrunching of my nose, I shook my head. “Mm, no, I don’t think that’ll work. But maybe next time, okay?” Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I stepped out from behind the counter once more and stretched up on my tippy-toes, reaching for the pull-down gate. Crud, why was I always so stupidly short?

“Let me.” Him being the absolute Ent that he was, Lea had no trouble whatsoever reaching it and yanking it down for me.

“Thanks,” I murmured before locking it up for the night, then turning and making my way towards the double doors leading outside.

“Hang on, I’ll walk you out,” he said, bringing me up short.

Turning my head back towards him, I held up a hand, “Oh no, that’s fine, you don’t have to!”

“I’m heading that way anyway.” He started walking away backwards, jerking a thumb over his shoulder towards the Pizza Planet, “Just let me close up shop real quick.”

“Really, it’s not necessary. I’m just going to-”

“Be back in a sec!” he spun one-eighty, jogging off.

“...go,” I finished weakly.

Well now what? I guess maybe I should wait? My eyes shifted to the doors longingly.

...well, I did tell him he didn’t need to walk me. Not my fault he couldn’t hear me over the sound of his own chivalry.

Screw it. I’m leaving.

With a small grimace and one last peek back to where Lea had just disappeared, I turned away, squared my shoulders and strode off.

Pushing through the exit doors and out into the night air, I spotted Anna parked at the curb right in front of me in her bright red Porsche convertible, its top already folded back. She honked at me, calling, “Hey, hot stuff! Looking for a good time?”

I merely grinned and shook my head at her as I approached the vehicle. However, just as I was reaching for the car door, a voice called out behind me, “Wait up!”

I winced, screwing my eyes shut.

Fudge.

Lea came to a stop next to me, panting and hunching forward, planting his hands on his knees. He must have been running the whole way to make sure he caught me before I could esc- erm, I mean, before I left. He lifted his head, blasting us with the full force of those dimples of his as his gaze flicked back and forth between me and Anna. “You sure you ladies can’t join us tonight?”

“Thanks, but-”

“Join you for what?” Anna cut me off, scooting closer by shifting from the driver's seat to the passenger, arms folding across the top of the door.

This. Right here. This was exactly why I hadn’t wanted him to walk me out.

“Nothing big,” Lea straightened up, placing a hand on the car door as well and leaning against it. “Just drinks and food with some friends from work. If you can’t change your plans though, that’s totally cool, I just wanted to-”

Because once Anna found out...

“What are you talking about?!” she laughed. “Of course we can change our plans! That sounds so fun, count us in!”

…there was no way I was getting out of it. Ugh.

“Wha- really?” No doubt about it. He was quite pleasantly surprised. “Great! The place we’re meeting at is called 7th Heaven. Short drive from here.” He waved to another car parked a few spaces further down the curb, which responded by flashing its blinkers, “That’s Xion. She drew the short straw for designated driver tonight. Just follow her car and she’ll lead you right to it!”

“Sounds good! See you there!” she waggled her fingers at Lea as he dashed off to get into the other car. Then she scooched back over behind the wheel, making room for me. Face pinching just a smidge, I sighed and got in, slamming the door shut behind me. Bouncing in her seat as she started the engine, she chirped, “Wow, we lucked out! This is gonna be a blast! You excited?”

“...thrilled,” I said dryly, buckling myself in.

Welp. Let’s get this over with.

Personal hell, here I come.

Author’s note: Ahhhh, there she is! Elsa’s feisty-pants lil sister makes her debut! Also, notice how much Anna says friggin’? Now those sound more fitting coming out of her, but Elsa grew up hearing those friggin’s (and fricks) coming out of her sis for years now, so it may have rubbed off on her a lil. Also the last name Fryse? Norwegian for ‘freeze’... yeah, I got a lil punny in coming up with Elsa’s family name, ignore me and my silly lil pleasures xD And more BBS ice creams sneak into this chapter - and I was mindful of their in-game descriptions too, so yes, it is in fact canon in the video game that the Snow Bear flavor has *shudders* tofu in it. TOFU. In ICE CREAM. Thanks, but no thanks!

Anyway, moving on! Now Anna drags our dear antisocial hermit off on an unwanted adventure! What’s next for our intrepid heroine? Will she survive this dreaded night of socializing? Just who exactly will be at Friday night drinks anyway? And with the sheer volume of ice cream Lea probably consumes daily, just HOW massive must his dentist bill be at this point, I mean really?? We may never know the answer to that last question, but as for the rest, stay tuned to find out next chapter!

Thanks for reading, I super duper appreciate it! And an extra BIG thank you to any new followers out there (hello! :D) and to those of you who hit that like button last chapter, seeing that always brings the biggest, goofiest smile to my face!

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First Chance

Genre: AU. Save for work for now. Smut in future chapters.  Mature (As in main characters are talking mature matters) Pairing: Do Kyung Soo  x OC Plot: After a family loss and a health emergency, Bong Hee moves into the countryside to feel better with her life. There she meets Do Kyung Soo, a farmer and family friend who helps her to go through what is going on and who walks beside her during this character development part of her life.

Here is the playlist that goes with the fanfic.

Note: Comments are love and my food. 

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Something that Kyung Soo said that day came to her head as she was waking up that Monday.

You are already living here if you want you can dedicate your life to reading and raising pets and it would be alright.

He was telling her that she could dedicate her life to leisure and it would be fine. There was no way she would do that because she wasn’t used to not doing something, but he was right about the fact that she was living there, and she should start acting like such. So, she got up, fed all her pets, who by now recognize her as their new human, and then got ready to visit the town and buy real food.

It took her all morning. Everybody she met at her grandma’s funeral was there. At the pharmacy she visited, in the market, the flower shop, etc. And everybody stopped her for at least 30 minutes to talk to her. They were nothing but warm and welcoming. They already knew she had moved there but they didn’t want to bother her as she was settling in. She was grateful for that. They all offered help with anything she could need. One of her grandma’s friends who owned a restaurant gave her lunch and dinner for at least three days, another friend gave her a basket of an assortment of vegetables. A lot of people were glad to confirm that she had moved into the house. They were scared someone could sell it. She reassured them that she was there to stay. She realized that the first time she said this, there was this crippling feeling of being judged. She was expecting a nasty look. Someone asking personal questions or coming up with stupid conclusions about her. But soon she realized that these people weren’t like that. They weren’t her classmates or her co-workers. They were real people, living their best lives, honest and selfless.  And whenever she said she was staying, there were happy to hear that. For some reason, they were happy to have her there. It may have something to do with her grandmother, so they saw her as her equal, but whatever the reason was, she was overwhelmed by the welcome.

She dedicated the entire week to owning that house. To make it hers. Of course, her grandma was still very present. But by now she knew where everything was, she changed the purpose of some rooms, re-arranged some furniture, got rid of some pieces that were way too old, and even hired someone who could fix the pipelines. By Friday the house looked refreshed. And that same Friday Kyung Soo called her to tell her that he would drop by 11. She had already bought all the food she could need and all the pantry necessary.

The clock in the reading room marked 11, and a couple of seconds later she heard the already familiar sound of Kyung Soo’s jeep parking outside her house. She got up, feeling strangely nervous. She didn’t know what to do now. Wait for him to call inside or go and welcome him at the door. And also, he lived there. Maybe he would walk straight inside the house and into the kitchen. Although that wasn’t like him.

She walked outside the house and welcomed him next to the two steps at the entrance. He answered with a polite smile and showed her a basket full of peaches. 

“In case everything fails” He joked. 

“Good, I can see how little hope you have in me”

“Mmm, I do have a lot of hope in me as a teacher, so…” She rolled her eyes and walked inside the house grinning. He followed her in, laughing and greeting the cats that came to meet him.

They started working immediately. Kyung Soo took off his light sweater, revealing a plain white t-shirt that stuck to his body in the right places. She was slightly awestruck by it. Very, actually. 

He looked dashing, and the damn piece of clothing showed his wide shoulders, his remarkably attractive forearms, and just a tiny bit of chest. He was clearly oblivious to her staring as he tied his black apron to his waist, and she felt like she was done. This was going to be torturous.

The first class was cutting. She confessed ignorance regarding the different ways to cut an onion or a carrot. After that, he moved into how to cut meat, and when one chicken leg was a bit too hard for her, he came from behind, grabbed her hand looking over her shoulder and in one push, cut the bone.

Shit.

She felt the air leaving her lungs, and with it, the oxygen. How could she feel dizzy for a guy? And holding a knife? That was unlike her, and dangerous. So, she shook her head a couple of times, until she was back to normal.

Once the veggies and the chicken were cut, they put them in a saucepan. Meanwhile, the soup boiled in the pot, Kyung Soo took the time to teach her how to do good rice, kimchi, and kimbap. And those were a pain in the ass. But he had the patience to teach her like a kid and by doing so, he taught her cooking techniques that would come in handy for other recipes.  

"Why did you decide to teach me how to do soup? “ She asked him out of curiosity. 

"It’s easy but delicious and winters are quite hard here, so you will thank me later” He answered, leaning casually against the kitchen counter, with his arms crossed over his chest and looking at her as she mixed the rice vinegar with the rice. God, she wanted to touch him. Why did he have to look so damn attractive all the time?

So annoying.

Once the soup was ready, Kyung Soo set the table and placed two seats next to each other. Which was weird, you normally place them in front, but she sat anyway, bumping elbows with him. The soup was indeed delicious. Not even the fanciest take-out restaurant could offer this quality, she knew, she had tried all of them. 

“You look in love” At that she choked, but as soon as he showed worry, she held a hand up to show him that she was okay. The last thing she needed was Kyung Soo giving her the Heimlich maneuver. 

“What did you say?” She asked, pretending as if she didn’t hear him. 

“I said you look like you are in love with that soup” She felt relieved, she thought she had been busted. 

“It’s so damn good!”

“Well, you cooked it, so you should be proud”

“I did cook it!” She almost shouted. 

“Yeah, and you did great!” He answered, fighting a smile. 

“Kyung Soo, you don’t get it, this is the first time I cook something! This is the first time I hold a knife for real and it turned out great!”

“And I get to eat that food, I’m lucky too”

“Sure, you are lucky that you are a good teacher, this could have ended quite badly” He laughed again, and it just never got any less cute watching him smile.

They were halfway through their lunch when they realized how all the animals in the house were surrounding them. Making puppy faces, even the cats. Bong Hee remembered something she had meant to ask him. 

“By the way,  what about that goat,  how did she get him?”

“It’s her,  and she got it as payment?”

“For what?”

“She lent someone some money, and they were having issues paying her, so she told them to give her the goat. I was living here by that time and it was hilarious. One day I was fixing something at the front garden and she arrives walking with the goat tied by the neck, pulling her a couple of steps ahead. She only said to me don’t ask, we have a goat now. The goat ended up being very nice, she did eat all the lettuce at the greenhouse, but it could have been worse”

“Are all my pets payment for something?”

“Most probably… Is nice how you said my pets” He said, looking at her in such a familiar and caring way that it gave her the chills, the good chills. 

“They are, I’m their new mom, they are my babies” And at that moment the goat came to bump its nose against her hand releasing a soft baaaa, as if she knew they were talking about her. They both looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Once the food had disappeared, they shared a cup of tea, this time seating on the terrace outside the kitchen meanwhile the goat ate the skin of all the vegetables they used. 

“I’m glad my grandma gave me this second chance,” She said out of nowhere. Because she felt comfortable talking like that to him. Just saying what was going through her head. Well, not all of it of course. 

“Hmmm…but, is it really a second chance?” Asked Kyung Soo. 

“What do you mean?”

“Normally you get a second chance when you screw up the first one,  but that’s not your case. You didn’t screw up a thing, your life just kept going, and you changed paths. If anything this is your first chance” She looked at him surprised. This guy just kept blowing her mind left and right. He wasn’t just insanely cute and sexy, he was also wise as hell. She didn’t have an answer to what he said. 

“Well, when you are right, you are right” They stayed in silence after that. Sipping their teas and caressing the cats around them. Kyung Soo was in a complete state of relaxation, resting languidly against the wall, his hair tousled and his glasses resting next to his thigh. His eyes were closed, so she took the risk of looking at him. Just take in his exterior.

There was this duality in Kyung Soo’s features. Equal cute, and equally sexy.  Deadly cute and deadly sexy. Because his eyes had a deepness that was borderline intimidating, and his nose and cheeks were cute and youthful, but his lips were incredibly attractive and an invitation to something. And his entire presence was like that. When he smiled or riced his eyebrows inquiring it was cute as a kitten. But then he would frown in concentration or speak deeply about anything, he was back to the sensual Kyung Soo.

And all that was thrilling. It was new and surprising. Just like this last month in her life. And Kyung Soo was like the human representation of this new path, as he called it.

After sunset, Kyung Soo got up and announced his departure. The class was a success, and he promised a next one. She liked how he just invited himself into her schedule. That spoke of how confident he was. 

“How can I pay you?” She asked him as he was putting his shoes on. 

“Well, we always need more hands at the farm, tomorrow we are harvesting the last batch of strawberries, feel like coming?” Her yes was almost comical.

////

Farming was no joke.

That day she realized how hard Kyung Soo worked.

At 7 am one of his workers picked her up at her house. First time since she moved to Samjicheon that she woke up so early. The guy was a 20-something guy called Baekhyun and he looked like the sun. As soon as she saw him smile, all sleepiness left her brain. He was very talkative. A bit much for her, but harmless. He worked with Kyung Soo during the summer to pay his expenses in Seoul as a med student. 

“You are going to be a doctor?!”

“Yeah, that’s the reaction I was expecting. People are always surprised, even after meeting me for a couple of minutes as you”

“You just look so young and alive to be a doctor”

“Oh, that’s the summer vacation effect, as soon as I go back to Seoul I go back to Zombie mode, and this pretty face goes away” Yeah, he was very pretty. 

“Kyung Soo told us you just moved into the community from Seoul”

“Indeed…he spoke about me?” He nodded in response and that flustered her a bit. Knowing that Kyung Soo would even think about her when they weren’t together. 

“He says you are helping us today as payback”

“Yeah, he helped me with something”

“Then I hope you have a good first day at work” She thanked him and focused the conversation on his direction to avoid any personal issue of hers.

The team consisted of five people, Baekhyun, Kyung Soo, two high schoolers, Sehun and Chanyeol, and herself. 

“Normally we are about 8 people, but this is the last batch, so it’s smaller” He had explained to her when she arrived. She remembered how she had to cut the strawberries, and with that what had happened that day. A warm blush rushed to her cheeks.

They got to work at 8 o’clock, everybody in light clothing, towels around their necks and a big basket at their foot. Sehun taught her a technique so her back wouldn’t hurt, and Chanyeol borrowed her a water bottle. They were really nice men. She felt glad that Kyung Soo was working with trustworthy people.

Thirty minutes,  only thirty minutes had passed, and she was already sweating. Of course, the greenhouse added some good 5 degrees to the already heated exterior. And the job wasn’t easy at all.

But doing this kind of labor was very different for her. This was hands-on. The sweat running down her face, and the ache in her knees and shoulders were welcomed by her. Yeah, it was hot, but the smell was unique, and yeah it was very monotonous, but the guys kept throwing jokes, singing, and sweetly bullying Kyung Soo so the work went on smoothly. 

“Guys take the boxes to the other room, Bong Hee and I will finish here” They happily complied, maybe pleased to leave the sauna and move into the fridge facility. 

“Are you doing okay?” He asked her once they were alone. 

“Yeah, very actually, look, with all this work and sweating I better lose some weight”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why would you want that?  You look great” He said, exanimating her from head to toe, straight up checking her out. And it felt good, not that a man checking a woman out was a nice thing, but that didn’t happen to her very often (They would only stare at her breast, but she always covered it) and also, being looked at by Kyung Soo was another story. 

“Thanks… You too”

“Thank you" He answered, followed by an awkward silence. He cleared his throat and walked away with her box of strawberries. The force applied to this action tightened his back muscles and they showed off with pride through his wet t-shirt. What a view.

They were done by lunch. Kyung Soo had prepared a delicious meal for all of them, accompanied by strawberry juice and non-alcoholic beer. They stayed seated eating for at least three hours. It was just so nice and heartwarming. Baekhyun, Sehun, and Chanyeol were hilarious, loud, and childlike. If they weren’t bantering over some stupid thing, they were sending kisses to each other or feeding each other. It surprised her when they told her that they had just met that summer.  Baekhyun did his military service with Kyung Soo and his uncle lived at Samjicheon, that’s why Kyung Soo came here in the first place and that’s how Baekhyun ended up working for his friend to make some money. Meanwhile, Sehun and Chanyeol were about to finish school and they needed some money to move to Seoul and start their music career. 

“We already have a fan base thanks to the internet, so we are very hopeful,” They said, with broad chests filled with pride and confidence. 

“Well, if you need a place to stay I can help you with that” Their reactions to her offering were adorable. Maybe she should start acting like her grandma and charge 10 dollars for renting a big ass apartment.

After lunch, Kyung Soo had to do some work related to management, so they started to get ready to leave. She didn’t want to. And when she looked at Kyung Soo just out of habit, she saw him trying to tell her to stay, but at that time Baekhyun offered a ride, and saying no would look suspicious and embarrassing so she only bowed at him and left.

It felt terrible.

///

The rest of the week she kept fixing some things around the house.

During one of the visits to the town, her grandma’s lawyer told her to take care of the ceiling and the windows that gave to the south because during the last heavy rain, they almost collapsed, and she didn’t have time to fix it herself. He recommended someone, and by Friday the ceiling was fixed, and all the windows were re-done.

Just in time, because after lunch, black clouds took over, and by nine, the soft rain turned into pouring rain, so thick that it was hard to look into the distance.

This was her first rain at her new home. And it was beautiful. The sound, the smell, it wasn’t cold, so she opened a window to let the soft breeze get inside her reading room. The light at one point started flickering, and a blackout in a big house by herself wasn’t something that she would take, so she went to the last room of the house that worked as a small storage room and retrieved the small but efficient generator. She made all the connections and all the lights in her house started working perfectly.  She was about to sit down with a cup of coffee on the couch when she heard someone screaming her name outside the house. She opened the sliding window of the living room and saw a flashlight walking inside the front garden. She couldn’t see who it was because of the heavy rain but she could grasp the tone of the voice. 

“Kyung Soo?!”

“Are you okay?!” She walked outside the house and was able to see him once he was close enough to the house. He was soaking wet, dripping from head to toe. Once he was in front of her, she grabbed him, quite roughly, by the hand and dragged him inside the house. 

“What happened to you Kyung Soo?”

“Are you really ok? Is the house ok?”

“Yes, it is, what are you talking about?” She brought him to the bathroom and tossed a towel to him as she dashed to her bedroom next door and brought him the t-shirt she had borrowed from him. 

“The ceiling! It’s ok?”

“Yes, they fixed it this week”

“Jesus Bong Hee, I was so worried, the last time the entire kitchen was covered in water, I was so worried that it could happen again, and you are here by yourself!” His voice was quivering now.

“Why didn’t you call?” “There’s no service” He took off his wet sweater and she immediately covered him with a big towel. 

“Where’s your car?”

“Stuck outside your house, I completely forgot about the mud pool that forms outside the entrance, I just left it there, god, this rain! Only a couple of steps and look at me, do you have any pants?” She disappeared inside her room again and found a pair of sweatpants that could fit him. She handed them to him and closed the door giving him some privacy. Meanwhile, she went to the kitchen, put the kettle on the stove, and brought some blankets from her room. 

“You have electricity” He walked inside the kitchen drying his hair with the towel. He was wearing his t-shirt, her pants, and the socks she gave him. The entire scene looked so homely that her tummy gave a summersault. 

“I’m using a generator, I don’t like it when there are no lights, are you okay? Take this” She gave him one of her fluffiest blankets and he immediately wrapped it around his body, looking smaller and oh-so cute. She told him to go to the living room where it was warmer meanwhile she prepared him a cup of coffee.

As soon as she got inside the living room, he started explaining himself. 

“I was so worried that you would be scared,  not knowing what to do…that time it was terrible,  the water was cascading inside the kitchen from the ceiling, Queeny was calm but I was freaking out” He interrupted himself with one of his childlike laughs and rubbed his eyes with one hand.

“I’m glad you took care of it” Bong Hee was taken aback. She wasn’t a woman who needed the care or preoccupation from a man, but she never had it before, from anyone. Sure her parents were worried about her, but not her health or well-being, but rather other matters like grades,  and salary and if somebody was doing better than her in life. But Kyung Soo was worried about her, he feared that she could be distressed. And it felt so weird, but she liked it so much. 

"Thank you for worrying about me”

"Oh no, it’s nothing, it’s nothing to be thankful about”

“You came here at night, I don’t want to even imagine how fast you drove, and you got drenched from head to toe just to be sure that I was alright, believe me,  that’s something to be grateful for” He only shook his head, lowering it to hide his shy smile. 

“I was very thankful to know that someone like you was there for my grandma, and now I’m thankful that you are here with me” What she did then wasn’t something that she thought about,  it was mostly an impulse,  but it was the only act that could really show how grateful she was for his existence. So she leaned into his space, and dropped a kiss on his cheek, lingering there a bit longer than normal people would. He leaned into her touch too, inhaling deeply.

When she moved away, his warm eyes were glowing with joy; a contented, relaxed smile on his lips. They both felt shy and unsure about what to do,  but smiling at each other was good enough for now. There was something lingering between them, something feverish and real, but it was good to ignore it for now. 

“Now you have to help me to take the car out of the mud”

“I’m grateful to you, but not enough to go under the rain, your room is still there, you can stay if you want” He gulped down comically. 

“Well, if it is alright with you”

“Also, you are way past your bedtime, and I don’t want you to drive with this rain, is dangerous”

“I get it, I get it, I’m staying, God the amount of drama in this one ” He was now making fun of her and using her words. She faked laughed and went to the kitchen to prepare something to eat.

The next morning she woke up to a text from Kyung Soo. 

- Sorry I had to go early, but I had a ton of post-flood work at the farm, and my car is still stuck outside your house,  I took Queeny’s Ford truck, hope you don’t mind -  

She answered immediately. 

- That bunch of rust works? Good to know, I was thinking about buying a car, have a nice day at work, Did you catch a cold? – 

His answer was unexpected, which made it incredibly cute.

- Achoo! -

[nightclimes]

@farfromdaylight tagged me re: my current writing wips so i guess i’ll tl;dr some more about interregnum (and a couple of other things)

Interregnum, old kingdom series fanfic set twenty years prior to sabriel when the regency falls, because it’s a good timescale to have her parents meet. inspired by the the prevalence of fate and choice (my faves) and the “what if sabriel’s mother had some of the sight and had recurring dreams of her meeting with terciel and then it actually comes true?” and “what if terciel knew his wife was to die in childbirth since he accepts it so quickly?” and a plan came out of that. i’ve thought about this a lot, okay. (then i had to write it. damn.) it’s taken a lot of turns and had plenty of additions and some happy coincidences, and a lot of my build up is now paying off (and hopefully is, as i’m getting to write all the stuff i’ve looked forward to). this is probably the longest concurrent thing i’ve ever written and perhaps the first multi-chaptered thing i’ll ever finish, which should say something when it’s not like, idk, five chapters at most. this thing is a beast of a fic and my chapter estimate is at 37 - 35, actually, as the final two chapters are self indulgent epilogues - and i’ve currently written 31 chapters, posted 27. as of right now, it’s also about 125.5k words long. it’s that one insanely long fic you write and people talk about reading this level of longfic and you hope people might actually read this too since this is such a small fandom because it’s a book, lol, and it’s largely about ocs since terciel (whom i love) has such limited screentime in sabriel :’) i’d like to finish it (if not post it) prior to november, but with the advent of my cfs it’s been very slow going compared to what my wordcount used to be (that or it’s just so long and there’s so much i have to double check on). i’m in the home stretch now, though!

also as an aside (and not really something i’ve planned out) is a prequel to the prequel (rems please) which would be about a teenage terciel and the lover he mentions a couple of times in this fic but again that’ll end tragically but mainly i just want to write about boyfriends i’m ngl. (the only though i have for it is that the abhorsen family is friends with this old money tailor family (think clariel) from belisaere and he meets the oldest son and it’s mostly just a case of “holy shit i’m gay? i’m gay? holy shit” but more eloquently (he’s bi but you KNOW WHAT I MEAN OK he likes beautiful things and he knows what he likes fingerguns))

Thirteen Effect, final fantasy xiii/mass effect crossover in which the cast of xiii is flung into the original mass effect trilogy and takes on various cast roles and others are created to cater them. (so an au where it’s mass effect but with xiii characters. it works great i wrote a string of tweets about this and also throw thoughts up on its tumblr when i remember.) the goal of this would be to write the whole thing, all of it, but that’s... unlikely to happen, so at the moment my main focus is on “important relationship beats and/or first meetings”, which is a series unto itself. so far i’ve written about the estrangement of the farron sisters and their (sort of, not really) reconciliation just prior the attack on eden prime, but i have a few others in progress (the two below) and a few more in the pipeline (lightning and sazh at the blitz, for instance, and the first time fang met vanille).

the first of these is about serah (obviously, she’s my girl!!) when she leaves home and is on her way to the citadel, where she bumps into noel for the first time - noel being a turian who is also extra nervous because he’s on his way to meet yeul for the first time, who he’s been charged by the shadow broker to look after. also she meets snow on the shuttle and snow just falls absolutely head over heels in love with her which isn’t so much an au but actually canon that i get to write about because damn can you imagine how head over heels snow was for serah. can you even imagine. so tl;dr serah’s first meetings with her boys. i’m about a third? half? of the way into this one - i’ve got the current draft up on ao3 and am debating to split it into two halves, we’ll see.

the second of these is with team nora, which will be perhaps 3-4 chapters long, and basically detail how the each member of team nora wound up on eden prime. lebreau’s the disgruntled turian c-sec officer (think garrus) who asks for a posting and accidentally is assigned a human colony, but takes it anyway; gadot, local krogan mercenary, runs into quarian maqui who’s having a hard time on omega and they have some wild and wacky adventures which also lead to eden prime because maqui is a sweet quarian who deserves better than this; and yuj is a rebellious biotic teen from bekenstein who dyes his hair and joins the crew because he’s all about what’s Cool and In (also i guess his parents are at their wits end and if him being Cool means defending eden prime why not just take him). snow is the marine protecting the colony and mostly in charge of shuttle runs and defense exercises. i just really like the dynamic of this group and boy am i going to make them all super important in this au. look at this little multispecies family. look at it. (this is also my plan; i haven’t started this one yet.)

THAT’S IT, THOUGH... i don’t have anything else of merit to mention, haha, most of my writing energy goes into interregnum at the moment, but it’s been a good year in terms of actually writing things and i’d like to write more one shots. (or work on fansites. go do that, me.) i need to think of something for nano, but as of yet, i don’t have any ideas...

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Asking the writer questions! 💖🫘🪩

💖 What is your primary writing goal for this year?

Hmmm, good question, haha XD I'm still thinking about how I need to finish one of my goals for this past year (I have like six months worth of Year of OTP fills I need to finish in the next three weeks, lol...)

I do want to get The Other Battlestar actually off the ground; maybe get back to Precipice!Verse; keep up with original stuff; participate in a couple challenges (SWBB, pod_together, maybe write for GBB if we do it again, I've got a couple ideas...); pick P&J back up and write Provenance and Acheron...

I think probably the strongest of these is either TOB or the Les Mis stuff, but all of them are things I'm hoping I get to do this year!

🫘 Spill the beans. What's a new project you're doing this year?

Lol, technically none of them are new, they're things that have been in the pipeline for a while XD But a quick blitz through what I mentioned above:

TOB I've talked about here before; it's a giant sprawling Canon Divergent AU where Baltar ends up on Pegasus instead of Galactica. There's a couple OCs on the Fleet's side to fill in the plotholes he leaves; plus a handful on Pegasus to help fill the time until everyone connects six months later; this will probably be 200k+ even if I don't take it past that connection point, lol.

SWBB I'm probably going to resurrect the same idea I tried to make work last year but then ran out of time/steam; it was an AU where Anakin never ended up at the Temple, he and Ahsoka meet up during the Clone Wars and Bond.

pod_together will depend on who I get matched with, but I've had a lot of fun doing it the past three years.

The main GBB idea I have aka the BSG idea I have that's appropriate for that kind of challenge lol is a Zarek character study titled The Blood of Angry Men.

Provenance is a companion to P&J, telling some of the story behind the painting that Ari won't be able to uncover (because a Certain Someone decided to burn several years of correspondence that would explain A Lot. Ari is Very Mad About This XD)

Acheron is a Groundhog Day AU where Javert keeps looping the last ~36 hours of his life.

🪩 Do you have any "good" writing habits you want to cultivate?

It'd be nice to write more steadily, try and make it an actual Habit, instead of forgetting for several days and then writing like. a couple thousand the day before a challenge deadline XD

Ask me a question!

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Coming Attractions!

Yes, I know it’s Friday, not Monday. <.< ANYWAY.

Before we get started, plugging my Discord server (which is p. quiet lately but it’s there if you want to talk somewhere other than here!); and also we’ll do another Open Question Night because Why Not!

As I said last month, while my askbox is always open, tonight I’ll be actively around to answer questions--about writing in general, anything I’ve posted about here on tumblr; anything on my AO3...let me know what’s on your mind!

Star Wars:

SWBB:

Take a Bond of Fate is officially up! (Previously referred to as just SWBB 2021 or the Dragonshifters AU because I literally titled it less than twelve hours before posting <.<) Well, the first 20k are up, anyway. I will be updating throughout the month and the fic will be complete by the end of the month, per the event rules. (I originally planned to do updates on Tuesdays and Fridays; tonight’s update will be delayed and who knows how well I’ll actually stick to it after tonight but it Will be posted in full by the end of May, I can say that much for sure XD)

As always, I think there are a few things I could’ve handled better/that feel a little rushed, but I think it turned out pretty good! There are some upcoming scenes I’m particularly fond of, but we’ll see if everyone else agrees. The core of this actually ended up being Bo and Padme? Which I was not expecting--I was expecting it to lean hard on the Bo and Anakin parallels, but here we are.

Anyway, there’s some fun bits to come!

Precipice:

No solid update ATM. Uh. Various Life things got bonkers over the past month or two, so TaBoF took pretty much all of my fic brain. However, since that project is essentially finished other than finalizing/polishing each update chunk as I post, I should be able to turn my attention here this month. Which means, fingers crossed, we’ll have a start date sometime in June for Protectors. I’ll post the first Preludes segment at the same time; it will involve Kallus, Lavinia, and Mara Jade, set just before Kallus is reassigned to Lothal.

(Others that I have planned will involve: 1) some combination of Kanan, Ezra, Hondo, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, and Anakin; 2) Hera and whoever her contact is in this AU, as Ahsoka is otherwise occupied; 3) Whatever Maul is up to in this timeline; 4) Something to do with Palpatine’s fifth apprentice; and two more I haven’t decided on. I am taking suggestions! The purpose of Preludes is to patch some holes now that I’ve decided to write Rebels into the canon, which was not part of my original plan as I hadn’t yet seen it when I started planning/posting this AU. So these are more plot-relevant than the things that turn up in Bonus Content, which is why they’re in a separate fic, but not really enough to make a full arc between Milestones and Escalation, so, there it is.)

our faces like a mirror:

I’m now leaning towards sitting on this and using it for next year’s Big Bang? Because then maybe I’ll finally finish it, lol...anyway, I’m also going to see how people respond to stuff in TaBoF, because that will either Boost my enthusiasm for the project or, uh, the opposite, depending on how people respond to how I write Bo-Katan. So that may change, and I may finally get it out this year instead of next. We’ll see how that goes XD

Other SW Projects:

One of the SW discords I’m on has revived a prompt game we did last summer. I pulled my first prompt but haven’t actually, uh, done anything with it yet. <.< I’ll do that at some point.

As for various outlines or extant AUs I haven’t updated in forever...well, like I said, what little fic brain hasn’t been on BB the past month or two has been drifting back towards Precipice or occasionally co-opted by OFLAM so...yeah, nothing serious to report on that front, lol.

AtLA Projects:

I’m semi-planning/hoping to start posting At Least one of the two longfics I’ve been poking at sometime this summer. I’ve mentioned them here before, but one is long and tragic and focuses on Lu Ten; the other is an Avatar Zuko AU. Not sure which will draw my focus and get up first, but I do plan to write both of them! And possibly more. Because this fandom just Does That to me, lol.

Also, as I’ve mentioned in various times and places--I am pathologically incapable of not creating a bunch of OCs when I seriously fall into a fandom, and my AtLA work, in particular, will probably reflect that. I don’t super plan to write anything really centered on any OCs (I mean, apart from characters who Exist but have very little Canon Characterization (i.e., Lu Ten himself for that one fic, lol); and Lu Ten’s love interest because that’s an important part of the story), but they will be There and Prominent Characters. This is mostly mentioned because I know OCs aren’t for everyone, so that might put you off of my AtLA fic and I figured it was fair to give you a head’s up.

(...although actually I think none of my old fic that I crossposted to AO3 had significant OC involvement except for Glory...but then again that’s all oneshots and a little different.)

Other Fandoms:

BSG/SG-1 (BSG1?) crossover AU is still coming; I keep getting sidetracked from actually finishing it <.< I haven’t even finished the New Caprica and Haven section, I still have to get to the algae planet and then the Resurrection ship and...maybe I’ll end up posting this in chunks...

Uh, nothing else super planned, but as I mentioned last month, this outline might draw me back into BSG fandom a little more actively because it’s another forever fandom of mine.

Original Fiction:

I’m actually really proud of the Regency AU I wrote for a challenge last month, based on my Apocalypse In SPACE ‘verse Lux.

I need to update the Lux and Farglass Cycle archives still, and will hopefully be posting at least one other thing to RF this month, but we’ll see how that goes. I also might or might not be diving into Arthuriana in all its weirdness and glory this summer to prep for actually writing that Lady Mordred idea I had. And there are always other projects on the back burner, but that’s where things stand here.

...I think that pretty much covers it! Not all that much of an update, but as I said, Life got all...Lifey at me, plus BB had a hard deadline, so that’s where the most detail is.

But what about you guys? What are you working on/what do you have in the pipeline? Like I said, it’s an Open Question Night, and I’d love to hear what’s on your mind!