#AND OC AS A GIRL WHO KNOWS WHAT'S TRENDY

[zwy01]

Izar doodles!!!

Doodle compilation of my noblesse oc from my Millennium AU, Izar Siriana! After Zarga died without an heir, Izar was born from the air and earth of Lukedonia as the new Siriana heir. Izar is a massive astronomy & mathematics enthusiast, and a giant nerd in general lol.

For my entire nextgen lineup, please refer to my pinned post! Now onto the drawings…

1) Izar portrait!!!! I love painting my beloved nerd boi. His hair is messy because he almost never pays attention to it, and you can almost always find crumbs and… partially eaten snacks poking out from it. Ehhh. If you point it out to him he’ll just say ooh its a nice surprise, he can eat it later on, meanwhile it can keep sitting there haha so convenient amiright. (Plz dont) And… he’s always smiling. Happy boi. Probably thinking about building his 1628th telescope right now. Also his glasses are totally fake and he just wears them because he thinks they complete the “scientist” aesthetic. Humans sure are trendy aren’t they?

2) Izar is a HUGE junk food lover. Chips, cookies, soda, cheap powdery coffee, anything that’s junk by human standards really. Especially the coffee part. He drinks it not because he needs it but because human scientists do that. It’s fashionable!! If only he could get his hands on Luzia’s eyeshadow, he would’ve given himself dark eye circles lol. Anyways he’s always snacking on something, and shares his snacks with his extremely smart pet ferret & lab assistant Charles. Charles can understand everything he says and often fetches his stuff for him. ps Izar sometimes forgets to clean his hands especially his fingers after a snack session. Consequently his books and notes often have greasy fingerprints on then haha.

3) Izar is basically a neet but he does hang out with his friends sometimes!! He’s very good friends with Ludis’ daughter and the Mergas heir, Susanna. These two have a lot to bond over. Susa is also the one who supplies Izar’s massive, ever-growing pantry. For a super snack enthusiast like him, his snack-eating speed is actually inferior to Susa’s snack-supplying speed. Oh, what will he do without Susa haha. He always looks forward to deliveries from her household. Some random Mergas clan member tasked with delivery will be knocking on Izar’s lab and he’d be at the door in an instant. “Excuse me, Izar-nim? Susanna-nim asked me to deliver—” “YESYESYES IT’S ME!!!” And Susa, while she doesn’t entirely understand the topics to a complex level, loves to listen to Izar’s mini lessons on space and stars. They have great synergy lol.

4) just cute chibi Izar sitting on a planet lol. He loves everything space related. Precious boi and his hobby needs to be protected at all costs.

5) Izar has a massive crush on Jia. Jia has no interest in “meteor-whats” or those “fancy rocks” but she joke-promises Izar that she would help him collect these “rocks” and bring them to him if he can provide her with a satisfying spar. Girl just loves her exercise. Izar is a neet but his fighting skills are no joke so they spar, to both of their surprise Jia is happy and keeps her promise. Her bringing him meteorites makes his inner nerd explode with joy. Their casual back and forths with the spars and meteorite deliveries extends over the years and Izar falls for Jia. Jia really just loves to fight though. Izar hasn’t confessed his feelings yet, but if he does it’ll be a straight-on marriage proposal with a six pack soda. Ehhh maybe thats jumping too far ahead at once. If he does he should bring a grill lol, girl doesn’t like sweet stuff. Jia doesn’t know he likes her.

6) While Izar likes Jia, Kaelestis Blerster, son of Karias and Rael, likes Izar. Izar doesn’t know Kaekae likes him. It all started out when Kaekae became a regular at Izzy’s lab (the lab is always open to any guests he just almost never gets any lol) to get a breather from the uptight life he usually lives. Parenting Karias (yes, not the other way around) is always… sigh, difficult. In Izzy’s lab is where Kaekae truly feels at ease. Listing to Izzy ramble about space and formulas, snacking on junk, being handed plushies and toys… Kaekae feels like he’s being taken care of. It’s really refreshing. It’s his safe space, he finally found it; it was right there in Izzy’s lab all along. That’s how he falls for the giant nerd boi. He knows Izzy likes Jia, so he doesn’t confess his feelings… yet. Though he should. For right now, they’ll just be best friends… yep, that’s enough right…?

7. Susa is even more entertained once she finds out about her peers’ crushes. Oh ho their love lives are gonna be a ride. So entertaining. Meanwhile her brother and parents wonder why she’s snickering to herself. You won’t get it even if she explains, trust me.

[astoldbychae]

✈️ 💯 💘💜 for Kimora, Malaysia, AND Capri

PERCOOOO! The gif is sending meeeee! Lol...🤣

*cracks knuckles* Alright...let's get it:

✈️ Does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person?

When Big Sean said "I be in the air, more than I be on the ground..." he was talkin bout her. Miss ma'am is literally NEVER home.

💯 Share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

She's chopstick savvy (she's got the lil trait and everything)

Can solve a rubiks cube in less than 5 minutes

Dance is literally her life (She had the opportunity to attend an Ivy League school but she preferred to attend an HBCU so she could experience being a Majorette)

💘 What and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

Her Grandmother (on her Dad's side). They've developed a very tight bond with each other over the years and Angel likes to describe her as "her heart in human form".

Angel was adopted when she was born, so unfortunately she didn't grow up knowing her birth family. After graduating high school she took a gap year to explore Sulani; an attempt to connect with her birth family. Unfortunately, her father had passed away but she was able to find her Grandmother and 3 of her father's other children. Papa was a rollin' stone, so he has quite a few offspring around the Sim Worlds. She doesn't have a connection with her birth mom...but that's another story for another day.

💜 What is your oc's ancestry/genetic background?

Her mother is Black and Komorebian and her father is Sulanian. Ultimately, If I were to translate this to real life Angel would be Black, East Asian, and Pacific Islander.

✈️ Does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person?

Although sweet pea is adventurous and travels a lot (mainly for work), she prefers to be home. She's the type to light a candle, put on a face mask, drink a glass of wine, and unwind with a good book (or snuggle up under her man with a good book Lol).

💯 Share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

She's ambidextrous

She's absolutely terrified of Frogs

German Chocolate cake is her favorite but she somehow hates chocolate flavored things.

💘 What and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

Her peace is the most important thing to her. She meditates, journals, and practices yoga daily. I love that for her so much!

💜 What is your oc's ancestry/genetic background?

She's Black. Her mother is from Willow Creek and her father is from Del Sol Valley. If this were real life, think roots in NOLA and Cali.

✈️ Does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person?

Babygirl is a little bit of both. She is definitely a Simelta Airlines SkyMiles Member (and her bags are still waiting to be unpacked from her last trip) & she loves a good road trip but she loves a good, cozy night in just a little bit more. "Girls Night In" is her favorite, she hosts it once a month at her house and they have all the drinks, charcuterie boards, and gossip til' they pass out.

💯 Share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

Snorkeling with Dolphins in Sulani is her favorite thing.

She sews her own clothes (she's currently considering opening a shop on Trendi)

She can't whistle...like at all (thia reminds me of that one Peppa Pig episode where she can't whistle and I've been laughing way too hard for way too long)

💘 What and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

Marine Life. Before she dropped out of college for a Reality TV opportunity she was studying to be a Marine Biologist. She loves everything about the ocean...or any huge body of water for that matter. Whenever she needs to decompress, she goes to the Aquarium. I wouldn't be surprised if she ends up leaving the hustle & bustle of the city for the beach life.

💜 What is your oc's ancestry/genetic background?

She's Black. Her mother is from San Myshuno and her father is from Copperdale. At this time I don't have a real life city comparison in my game for these two worlds. So far, all I know is San Myshuno is a BIG city and Copperdale is the country...Lol.

💛 Thanks for the ask.

[kwiiwi1]

(ok so I realized I haven't introduced my poly polynesian OC relationship so imma do it rn)

INTRODUCING.. VĀ-KĀ YIPPEE ✨️✨️✨️

Vā-Kā is this kinda NZ K-pop group / band I made way back in lockdown, which was 4 years ago, and have since then been thinking about sm (along with all my other 100+ OC's but shh I'll talk about em in another post maybe lolz)

I created them because I was really bored and sad, and it was like, "mm wonder if there's like an NZ K-Pop group... imma make my own for funsies 😈😈😈"

It was supposed to be like a one-off thing, but they turned into this v real thing I could pull off when I'm older and have more experience with art, like I'm literally crying inside because the edits I could animate?? the music?? the unofficial photoshoots?? them in general?? so many ideas are crammed in my head fr

Anywaysss onto like actually talking about them!

There's 8 members overall, 6 girls and 2 dudes, and they're all best friends turned band / K-pop group turned lovers (cause I'm a sucker for friends to lovers fr)

It's kinda like a K-Pop group but not really it's like.. looser. Idk

I will post proper art of them eventually, but I'm so worried about like repping em wrong since like 7 members are POC, and even tho I'm POC, I'm feeling like I'd do something wrong so yeah

But anyways, time for actual lore stuff hooray 🥳🥳🥳

(Lore under the cut lolz)

Members:

💜 Tori Tuigamala / Lunar 💜

Tori is the oldest of the group and is one of the main leaders (the group doesn't really have leaders, but they all follow her and Kora since they both have the most level heads about shit.). She's introverted and a bit motherly, except its kinda like she'll nip you around the ears if you don't listen to her fr.

It always feels like she's the one who knows what to do because of how organized she is. She seems to plan out everyones schedule without their permission, even if it comes from a good place.

However, she follows through with the promises she makes every time, and actively tries to own up to whatever wrongdoings either her or her group cause, while watching out for the groups safety because she cares and loves them all so much, even if she doesn't say it enough like she'd want to.

Silly facts:

Dyslexic so often she'll record her notes through voice messages or voice-to-text to make it easier. Otherwise, Kora will note the stuff down when they're in meetings n stuff

Loves mochas, ube roll, chocolate chip cookies, and straight black coffee

insomniac, probably

Smells like pomegranate

Samoan-French, has 2 dads and a younger sister, Toni, who's also in the band

25 years old, oldest member. Bday is 31st August, starsigns a Virgo

Her as a squishmallow would be Violet the Octopus

Bisexual and Demigirl, pronouns are she/her + they/them

Height is 5'9"

A friend said that her clothing style would be similar to Hoonjoong from Ateez, and from analysing, it'd be like.. baggy shirts tucked into high-waisted pants or mom jeans-eque pants, washed out colours, sweaters, and cardigans, generally very soft and casual yet trendy if you style it right yknow

Seungmin-core from the "Which SKZ member are you?" quiz, and Yoongi-core from the "Which BTS member are you?" quiz

Favourite colour is purple 💜💜💜💜💜

One of the main singers of the band/group, the other one is Harper

Music taste is like.. jazz. soul music. R&B. idfk fr 😭😭😭😭

Voice claim is AACACIA cause I've always felt like she'd have this kinda deep-ish soul voice that's a lil bit floaty and lilty (idk how to explain my brain properly fr) and like.. soon as I listened to AACACIA, she just fit

Probably had an emo phase. or a vampire phase. maybe both. we don't talk about it

Eats plain rice when she's stressed, bored, overwhelmed, or all three (like me 😍😍😍😍)

Link to voice claim: https://youtu.be/bAAExYOc3VY

💙 Diana Kim / Fluxx 💙

Diana's a smartie seems so very cold and somewhat distant to the public because of how harsh and blunt her remarks come off as.

Their fandom + her group know that she isn't at all like that and that she has trouble communicating her feelings properly. She loves to talk about space and / or the ocean (it changes each day), makes clothes for group sometimes, does photography, and is actually a very soft and caring person, she just doesn't know how to express it properly sometimes.

It takes her a bit of a while to tho, and when she does, she puts in a lot of time and effort. On the inside, she's very expressive and ambitious, always eager to learn something new, and is encouraging her group with how she sticks constantly to one goal until she makes it without Diana realizing her effect.

Silly facts:

Loves earl grey tea, caramel brittle and carrot cake.

Smells like peppermint

Blasian (African-American + South Korean), has 3 parents (two are her birth parents)

24 years old. Birthday is 16th December, starsign is Sagittarius

Her as a squishmallow would be Perry the Dolphin

Bisexual and Demisexual, pronouns are she/her

Height is 6'0"

Friend said that she'd dress like smart but fashionable. Has a similar style to Seungmin or Hyunjin from Stray Kids, so it's half comfy and fashionable n half smart and fashionable

Changbin-core from the "Which SKZ member are you?" quiz, also Yoongi-core from the "Which BTS member are you?" quiz

Favourite colour is blue 💙💙💙

Plays keyboard / synth for the group

I'm not sure what her music taste is either, but it feels like a mix of classical and jazz music + BTS

Voice claim for her is Bic Runga

Ocean and space hyperfixation, my dudes

Takes photos of her members lovers and sticks it up on her room walls

BTS stan, biases are SUGA / Yoongi and RM / Namjoon

Has an Avatar (blue people) OC lolz

Link to voice claim: https://youtu.be/WJXfwo68C4M

💚 Asher Kieu / virt2 💚

Asher is v v quiet and soft-spoken, barely speaks up in the interview's or stuff the group has. Even though Asher's quiet most of the time, she's very perceptive and can often pick up on what others don't, making her a real good listener.

Is secretly a good cook + baker and sometimes plays piano pieces for the group or the fandom when she has the time on her solo livestreams. (I say secretly cause none of Vā-Kā let her into the kitchen. There's like... a 75% chance she'll set the entire thing on fire. Maybe. Probably.)

She's a very emotional kinda person, can kinda come off as being a bit sensitive even if she doesn't mean to get hurt. The fandom + members compare her voice to like an angels because of how like soft and gentle it sounds. It helps some of their fans, n tbh Asher loves being able to inspire their fandom even if she doesn't involve herself as much as she would like to.

Silly facts:

Likes mint chocolate chip ice cream, lemonade and caramel apples

Smells like vanilla sugar cookies.

Dark skin Vietnamese (still need to figure out the deets), also has 3 parents and a younger brother

23 years old. Birthday is 25th February, starsign is Pisces

Her as a squishmallow would be Serene the Squirrel

Pansexual and Genderqueer, pronouns are she/her + he/him + they/them

Height is 5'5"

Friend said that asher would dress in stuff that's really comfortable, like it doesn't have to look crazy good it just has to be comfy for them to hide and not draw attention yknow

Hyunjin-core from the "Which SKZ member are you?" quiz, Jimin-core from the "Which BTS member are you?" quiz

Fav colour is green (more specifically, mint) 💚💚💚

Backup vocals for the group, n plays acoustic guitar + piano if needed

I have literally no clue for what she listens to 💀💀💀💀💀 maybe like lofi, but I'm not sure yet

Voice claim is Georgia Lines (found her on a NZ mix playlist on Spotify and she kinda stuck instantly)

Strong self-esteem issues (me too ✨️✨️✨️✨️). doesn't choose to be in the spotlight in case it's seen as them showing off

Loves baking. Secret hobby of hers. Has a lil secret room in her room where she bakes and vibes

Autistic probably (me pt 2)

🧡 Kora Faletau / sivk 🧡

Kora is a grouchy but lovable and stupid idiot, keeps the group in check when they're in public, and helps to lighten the mood with some self-deprecating jokes at his expense.

Very intelligent. Smartiepants. High IQ mother fucker. Really tall. And strong. uh. yuh

Is almost always done with the groups shenanigans (especially when Harper, Micah, Toni, and Alto are being lil asshats), but he deals with it because they're the only thing that keeps him sane.

Most honest person in the group tho, will not be afraid to call you out on your shit. You lie to him, he will wrestle ur ass off that high horse in a second (he inherited his mother's sass and attitude to a point ong)

Silly facts:

Likes pizza n pasta despite being lactose sensitive / intolerant. Dumb shithead

Smells like strawberries

Tongan-Latino, youngest of 4 siblings (3 older sisters) n a single mum

23 years old. birthday is 21st September, starsign is Virgo

Them as a squishmallow would be Gary the Giraffe

Demisexual Pansexual + Nonbinary, uses he/they pronouns

Height is 6'3", tallest member

Friend said that Kora would wear whatever he pulls out of the closet and somehow he'd still make it work, so they don't really have a set style and it's all over the place but it fits them

Bangchan and / or Changbin-core from the "Which SKZ member are you?" quiz, Namjoon-core from the "Which BTS member are you?" quiz

Fav colour is orange 🧡🧡🧡

Bassist, does keyboard/synth when Diana's not free + main rapper

Listens to rap n stuff, like Kendrick Lamar, J.Cole, Logic, and then siren jams because man's would not be complete with blasting some shitty siren jam early in the morning

Voice claim for him is Kings because he's kinda got like a deep kinda scratchy n smooth voice fr

V v Bangchan n Changbin-core like have you seen this dude work out. Mans used to play basketball too cause of his height, so he'd probably be real good at sports shit n like lean n built n muscular lolz

Hates physical contact when they're in interviews or other (hugs and kisses in front of people make him lose his confidence and gets him all embarrassed and shy), but loves it when the groups behind closed doors.

💛 Harper Mayfield / Sun-E 💛

Harper is an absolute ball of sunshine, jokes around and makes fun of her friends, very energetic, and hypes everyone up.

She's always on the move, whether it be from cleaning, cooking, to her favourite dancing, she's always found to be doing something in order to improve on herself.

Bros surprisingly wise and almost always manages to talk down confrontations, and her smile is known to brighten up both the group and their fandoms day. Whenever she makes someone happy, she's happy.

Silly facts:

Likes lemon drops, turkish delight, fry bread

Smells like coconut cream and ginger

Māori-Australian, is the youngest of 4 siblings (1 older sister and 2 older brothers) n a single mum

22 years old. Birthday is 5th June, starsign is Gemini

Her as a squishmallow would be Kayla the Koala

Pansexual + Genderfluid , uses any pronouns

Height is 5'11"

Friend said that Harper has like a simple style, like a shirt and jeans with the occasional jacket here and there, plus a lot of accessories. Either that or she'll wear really colourful n confident clothes that she pulls off really easily, so she v much has a style similar to J-Hope from BTS

Jisung-core from the "Which SKZ member are you?" quiz, Hobi-core from the "Which BTS member are you?" quiz

Favourite colour is yellow 💛💛💛

2nd Main Vocalist + Saxophonist for the group

Listens to anything she can dance to, so it'd be like a mix of Hip Hop n Rap. I have a playlist of songs I think she'd dance to for funsies lol

Voice claim is Kimbra, idk she fits fr fr

Down bad. Down horrendously. Easy to fluster and easy to please. Silly silly Harper

Makes a lot of kandi n stuff for the group as accessories for when they dress up n shit. Loves it sm

❤️ Micah Tyjani / DUSK ❤️

Micah is very laid back and chill, takes a whole lotta shit to piss her off. She sometimes helps out Kora with cooking or the younger members (Toni and Alto) with being stupid as shit, but she goes with the flow most of the time.

She's a night owl kinda person too lol. Most of the group go to her for a place to vent or cry because she's so laid-back and lax with it, and she welcomes it all, as she always makes sure to check up on her members.

She cares a lot, and she cares very deeply about all of them, just like they all care for her fr.

Silly facts:

Likes red velvet cake and mashed potatoes

Smells like gingerbread

Nigerian-Haitian, born to two dads (one of them was a seahorse dad)

23 years old, birthday is 13th July, starsign is Cancer

Them as a squishmallow would be Bailey the Llama

Unlabeled + Bigender, uses she/him pronouns

Height is 5'8"

Friend said that Michas style would be a mix of both Harper and Ashers, so like simple and comfortable clothes with a lot of accessories and bright colours lolz

Seungmin-core from the "Which SKZ member are you?" quiz, Namjoon-core from the "Which BTS member are you?" quiz

Favourite colour is red ❤❤❤

2nd Bassist of the group + 2nd rapper

Listens to Hip Hop n Rap n like other stuff. Still need to think fr

Voice claim is Ladi6

Works out with Kora. they're both so 🤤🤤🤤🤤 PLUS she can beat people up if they need to, so boom banger

🩷 Toni Tuigamala / Eris 🩷

Toni is the absolute opposite of her older sister. Where Tori is organized and figured out, Toni is brash and all over the place.

Although she fools around a lot and kinda comes off as a bit of a jerk, she can be quiet and caring when needed mhm mhm

Unafraid to speak her mind, and probably joins Kora in the "I shall beat u up with my words and my wit" category. Her wit is sharp, but her tongue is even sharper fr. Sassy lil shit.

Offers the best fashion advice and makes sure that everyone looks their best.

Silly facts:

Likes rice pudding and raspberry cheesecake

Smells like waffles and maple syrup

Samoan-French, two dads, and ofc her older sister Tori

22 years old, birthday is 17th April n starsign is Aries

Her as a squishmallow would be Reina the Butterfly

Omnisexual (with the teeniest lean towards women) + Pangender, uses she/they + he/him pronouns

Height is 5'7"

Friend said that Toni would have a similar style to Tori since she's her sister, but like sometimes when he's in the mood, he'd wear something chic. They said that there isn't really a specific theme, but that's how Toni is, she doesn't have a certain theme but if it works it works lolz

Lee-Know-core from the "Which SKZ member are you?" quiz, Tae-core from the "Which BTS member are you?" quiz

Favourite colour is magenta, but I use this soft pink heart for her lolz 🩷🩷🩷

Drummer for the group

Listens to FLO n like.. idk sexy bitch music. she is the moment slayy 💃🏽💃🏽💃🏽💃🏽💃🏽

Voice claim is Aaradhna

Flirty. So flirty. So pretty. Gets under Harper's skin a lot, but in a flirty sexy way yknow

🩵 Alto Manukuo / Alto 🩵

Alto's the sweetheart himbo of the group, the bro who can manage to make everyone swoon for him without even trying. Very sweet and kind, has the ultimate puppy eyes tbh

Sometimes, he surfs when he's got the time, but most of the time, he spends it doing gymnastics and / or working out and / or playing with Toni. Likes helping out around the groups house and gives the best hugs for such a short guy. Always energetic and bubbly, will not stop until he'd able to make your day better.

(He's so puppy I NEED HIM 👹👹👹👹👹)

Silly facts:

Likes honeycomb n milk and fry bread

Smells like peach and custard pie

Indonesian-Niuean. youngest of 3 siblings, has 2 older brothers n their two mums

21 years old, birthday is 30th March, starsign is Pisces

Him as a squishmallow would be Harrison the Dog

Bisexual + Genderfluid, uses any pronouns but mainly he/him and she/her

Height is 5'6"

Friend said that though Alto is a cutie because they work out / do gymnastics, so they feel like their closet would mostly have like sleeveless shirts n cropped tops, similar to Bangchan from Stray Kids. Otherwise it'd be soft sweaters n sweatpants because yes

Jeongin-core from the "Which SKZ member are you?" quiz, Jin-core from the "Which BTS member are you?" quiz

Favourite colour is teal, but I use this like light blue emoji for him 🩵🩵🩵

2nd backup vocalist + Electric Guitar for the group

Listens to I have no fucking clue, but it'd be like flowy n vibey yknow

Voice claim is Shaan Singh from Drax Project, absolute loml 😍😍😍😍😍

Golden retriever energy. himbo. solid himbo energy mans onggg

Works out a lot too. Stronk. Squidgy. Need him

Still can't get rid of that CHUNKY THICC ASS 😫😫😫😫😫

[plumpuddingeverywhere]

Uh some dangan ocs I guess. The besties!

Not sure if I want Koyama to be the protag for my plot or not!! But for now they’re just a side character. Dolly would be the protag assisting character (like kirigiri or nanami). I hate naming ocs‼️ Can you tell

Some info:

Sae Koyama: The ultimate Wallflower/Observer. Koyama is my anxiety gremlin. They are a messily wrapped package of clammy hands and nervous darty eyes. Speaking of eyes, they are strangely large and constantly wide and unblinking. Part of being able to notice literally anything and everything around you means you see some pretty messed up shit, so Koyama actually tends to be pretty aloof and elusive, tending to stay in their own head most of the time or in their dorm alone. They appreciate nature and all things calm and beautiful, and they tend to hoard things that intrigue them, like rocks and other shinies. They are easily overstimulated by their environment but not very emotional. Purely analytical, and not much of a talker, but a great mediator! Another side to their talent involves their observations of people; Koyama, upon meeting someone and quickly observing their traits, can deduce their personality as well as insecurities at around a 70% success rate. Some people are not as easy, though. Unreadable people like Komaeda or Enoshima confuse them and they tend to avoid.

Dolly Reyes: Ultimate Pyramid Schemist hiding under the guise of Ultimate Social Media Influencer. How else would she rope in more recruits?? Dolly is an energetic and bubbly girl with a knack for all things trendy and fabulous. She is a foreign exchange student from the U.S. who has never been out of her country before coming to Japan to attend Hope’s Peak. Actually, Dolly was a part of the Reserve Course before she discovered her talent! Her Japanese isn’t very good, but she pesters Koyama to help her study after classes; Truthfully, Dolly’s very interested in the mysterious types, and she frequently tries to convince Koyama to use their talent to help with her schemes. She’s probably a huge simp for Kamakura, too.👀 Dolly knows how to get what she wants, and despite acting very ditzy she is actually surprisingly intelligent and cunning. Though it is easy to trick/bribe her if you offer her money or expensive items. Her talent involves an innate understanding of mental manipulation and lying, so caution is advised if you notice that she has a strange interest in you! But she’s actually pretty sweet deep down, and she’s a decent friend that loves to take her besties on shopping trips.

Grrr I’m so tempted to make the rest of their class but I KNOW I can’t commit to something like that. Anyway, I might post more about them because I kinda love both of them and their relationship!

[madaboutmunson]

The Reflex - Goody Two-Shoes

Part 1 of 8

With an original character, set in 1984, at Hawkins High

Characters mentioned: OC, Steve Harrington, Tommy, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson

Warnings: Mild bullying, Some swearing, some gross out humor, mentions and references too a specimen dissection but nothing overly graphic.

"And don't forget you'll need to finish the next two chapters for next week. Again, not a big ask, so I'm expecting it to be done. Ok, Mr Harrington?"

Two students snap their heads towards the teacher at the same time. One boy was adorned in a trendy sweatshirt and jeans with a glorious head of hair. The other was a bespectacled girl with dark brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, a stark contrast to her pale skin, wearing a blouse and sweater paired with some looser-fitting jeans.

The girl immediately realises her error as the class erupts with laughter. " Feeling ok there, Mr Harrington?" Tommy mocks her with glee.

The girl nervously gulps, pressing her usual full lips together in a tight line, and nods as if to shoulder the joke. Then, looking to the floor, she leaves the class and doesn't raise her head again to look until she is safely outside of it.

This was the problem with being a bit of a daydreamer and having a similar surname to one of the most well-known people in school. She thought to herself, opening her locker to grab her lunch.

Thora Harriton was a girl who once was a kid with a wild imagination, who for most of her life was unapologetically herself, that is, until she got here. High School.

She hadn't chosen to come here. It was just where she had to go due to the move. Thora would definitely not have chosen to be in the same class year as Steve Harrington if she had known the toll a few hearing mistakes would take on her confidence.

Everything about her school day was crafted to a tee. Not for perfection, understand, but more for the ability to be invisible. Don't wear anything too fashionable or bright or dark and absolutely no creases. Make sure your hair is tidy but not too styled. Don't wear makeup, but make sure your skin is perfect and your eyebrows neat. Do not personalise anything. If something needs to be covered, find a generic striped covering. Keep your stationary plain uninteresting.

A list of things to keep herself safe because although she had been mocked at the end of class, she'd soon blend in with the crowd, and Tommy and his goons would quickly forget all about her.

The only person that knew she had any personality at all was Robin. Who's presence, Thora knew, was just the other side of her locker door.

"Sorry, you can't jump scare me this time, Rob. I can see you" she smiled, closing the door gently, "Hi!" She smiled at her friend.

Robin scowled and pouted a little, "I was sure I'd got it right this time" She sighed and changed into a more positive stance, "How has your morning been?" Robin asks as they walk and talk towards the cafeteria.

"Well, it was going fine, but then I was just lost in my thoughts, and it happened again" Thora cringes and grimaces at Robin.

Robin mirrors her facial expression in solidarity, "That bad, huh?".

Robin gives Thora a gentle arm bump, "They'll forget soon enough. You know they don't have 2 brain cells between the whole basketball team".

She smiles up at Thora, trying and succeeding in making her laugh.

"I know you're right. It just sucks. I nearly made it a whole week, you know?" Thora's smile half twisted into one of regret.

"Well, we're on our way to the Colosseum...I mean cafeteria now...who knows what entertainment awaits us. A new couple? A breakup? An impromptu sing-along or cheer? A tabletop tirade? I know that's one of your favourites," she says, pumping her eyebrows up and down at Thora and then shrugs. "Or maybe even some fisticuffs?" She says, balling her fists up in front of her pretending to fight the air.

Thora giggles quietly, "Robin, what would I do without you? You are honestly my ray of sunshine in this place", and secretly gives Robin's elbow a pinch. It was their little thing.

Robin laughed and flinched away, "Yeah, well, if you could let double T know what a catch I am, that would be really great" she smiled.

Smiling wide at Robin, Thora says, "You know for a fact, if I thought she was definitely interested in that, I wouldn't hesitate to tell her how wonderful you are, Rob."

Robin nods knowingly, "I hear ya," she says as they walk into the cafeteria to their usual spot at the end of the band table.

"Look, all I'm saying is we stand a better chance of getting 'Angel' accepted than 'Like a Virgin' as a band. We aren't singing the lyrics, but the title matters. Someone has to announce the piece," Gregory says emphatically.

"But like a virgin is much easier to recognise instrumentally, and besides, we can have some of the brass play the main vocal line. People love that", Patricia fires back.

Vickie shakes her head, "I can't see them going for either. Honestly, it's too modern for them. We're better off picking something more '70s."

"No, the '70s are over. It's a new decade. A new lease of life, and with it, new music. I mean, I also love older music. Especially Bowie, The Beatles, The Stones, The Doors, and Led Zeppelin, but imagine how wild a young crowd would go for an instrumental Madonna Medley? It would be so rad!!" Robin interjects as you both sit down

Thora admired Robin's passion so much. In fact, sometimes, she was a little jealous of it. Thora supposed she could be like that if she really wanted, but it would undo all her hard work.

Thora heard the familiar slam of hands on a table from a different table in the cafeteria. Robin shot Thora a knowing smirk, mouthing "Tabletop tirade" at her.

Thora rolled her eyes at Robin but, in all honesty, always looked forward to these little displays that Eddie "The Freak" Munson would put on at lunchtime.

He'd obviously overheard the conversation band was having as his tirade began on the topic of music.

"That's right, time is moving on, and legends are being left by the wayside because they don't have a tiny movie for their songs. Well, you know what, they don't need them. They don't need to dance around in revealing outfits to sell you a song because their music has reeeeal substance," he thunders, strutting up and down the hellfire table.

He leaps down from the table, pointing at the newly formed party/John Hughes kids, "And the more you little ingrates sit on your backsides waiting for music to be pumped in through your eyes. The more great music the rest of us have to miss out on." He bellows at them through cupped hands

He spins around, pointing directly into an unsuspecting science kid's face, "Why? You ask", he says theatrically, putting his arm around the kid, but they shrug him off, "Well, I'll tell ya..."

Thora feels a nudge from under the table from Robin, who whispers, "Bet you wished you'd joined science club now, huh?"

Thora looked around nervously in case anyone overheard, "Robin!" She said quietly through gritted teeth, which caused her laughter to boom around the cafeteria. Thora quickly launches over to cover her mouth, but it's too late.

The trained great-white-shark-type stare of Eddie Munson was upon both of them. They'd interrupted him, unintentionally, but still. All Thora can think to do, is to put her hands up in front of her shoulders, in a small surrender and avoid his eyes, keeping absolutely quiet.

"Aw, looks like it's a bad day for Mr Harrington. Now she angered The Freak," Tommy shouts out to a ripple of laughter. Thora bites her lip, looks down at the table, and just tries her best to ignore it.

Although Thora didn't get away with it entirely, she'd never been happier to hear Tommy's voice. Because if there was anything Eddie Munson relished more than the sound of his own voice, it was the sound of his own voice tearing apart a Jock's ego.

Eddie gives Thora and Robin one last look before heading over to annihilate some Jock pride.

"Shit, I'm so sorry," Robin says sincerely, reaching her hand over to Thora's and squeezing it.

Thora smiles back, "It wasn't your fault Rob. In fact, it's the fault of everything else in the school apart from you."

Robin, pleased with not being a source of misery for Thora, attempted to cheer her up. "What do you even see in that guy anyway?" she whispers, gesturing at Eddie.

Thora could list a few superficial reasons but decides to go for something Robin would appreciate, a theory.

Thora leans over so she can whisper without incurring the wrath of your favourite public speaker. "I heard the people you find attractive have similar aspects to you," Thora says, forcing Robin to turn and observe Eddie.

"Nah, I don't see it." She whispers, unconvinced.

"Remember my hair the morning after the slumber party?" Thora says, trying to jog her memory.

"Oh shit yeah. I'm just so used to seeing it all restrained like this" Robin reaches over and removes Thora's glasses. "Oh, those void-like eyes too. Absolutely made for one another," she says sarcastically.

"It's a good job, you're my only close friend. Otherwise, I would just straight up abandon you for the solitude of my car right now," Thora says half seriously.

"I would love to see you try to get to the doors, past the object of your affection and your tormentors," she says, tilting her head and teasing Thora.

"He's not the object of my affection. You made me choose someone from school, alright? He's just the best of a bad bunch, ok? Truth or dare has a lot to answer for," Thora says, trying to hide her embarrassment.

"What about Harrington?" Robin inquires.

Thora purses her lips and frowns a little at Robin, "Are you serious, right now? Harrington? The bane of my existence?!"

Robin tries to hide her smile but fails, "See this, this is why we're friends. We must be the only two girls in school that don't have a thing for that dumb, sasquatch, messy eater", she shudders.

"As your friend, I will fully support you in your statements. However, as someone who frequently gets teased by others, I'm sure he's not all bad. I mean, he doesn't go out of his way to stop his friends from teasing me, but at least he doesn't join in. He probably doesn't even know double T exists," Thora says supportively.

Robin slowly slides down in her chair until most of her is under the table, "Somehow, that makes it all seem infinitely worse."

Thora looks down at her lunch pail, grabs a homemade cookie, and breaks it in two. "For your pain", she fakes a pout of sympathy, offering it over to Robin, who magically is snapped out of her mood and snatches it.

Thora double-checks her schedule, "Oooh, double biology after lunch. Today could be the day," Thora says gruesomely. Tearing apart her part of the chewy cookie and devouring it, making eye contact with Robin the whole time.

"I am not dissecting anything. They can't make me!" Robin says, thinking twice about eating her half of the cookie now.

"Don't worry, Rob, I got you covered. You can shut your eyes until I have it all neatly pinned out, ok?" Thora says reassuringly. It wasn't that Thora was cruel or a gorehound. She just really wanted to be a veterinary surgeon, and these small tasks were an opportunity to test her skills and mettle.

They while away the remainder of lunch debating the pros and cons of contemporary music being used ta pep rallies with the rest of the band table. Until the bell sounds, and they head over to the science block together.

Thora speed walks ahead of Robin to grab the aisle seat, "Hey, I normally sit there!" She complains.

"Who do you think they are gonna pass the creature to?" Thora gives her a know-it-all smile and raises her eyebrows. Then, gesturing at the board at the front of the class with a crude diagram of a frog. Finally, forcing Robin to concede and sit in the seat between Thora and the bench next to them.

"As if guts weren't enough, I have to potentially suffer one of my peers too?" She whines, slumping her head onto her folded arms.

Thora neatly lays out all her plain stationary for class, absent-mindedly saying, "No one has sat there all term, Rob. I should know. You're fine. Honestly"

The room slowly fills. As the teacher enters, they are met with a flurry of notes to be excused from the class. The teacher rolls their eyes. You can't help but notice most of them are sports and rich kids. They get handed a paper diagram and get sent to the library.

"For the rest of you, you have a set of detailed instructions. Please read them carefully. The lab techs will bring you your specimen and tool kit. Please use one of the lab coats and sets of goggles provided, and I cannot emphasise this enough...the specimens must stay in their tray, and though I shouldn't have to say this, I will. That tray should remain in the classroom and not venture elsewhere on the property." The teacher says it like I was a script they were bored of reciting, and walks around the class passing out instructions.

A tray with a splayed-out frog lands on the desk with a small thud. Robin looks curiously over Thora's shoulder down at the tray and makes a retching sound in Thora's ear. "I'll get the lab coats and goggles", Robin offers in both an eager and disgusted tone.

Thora neatly arranged the desk and reads over the instructions. Whilst waiting for Robin to return.

The class door is swung open with a thud, "Who is ready to gut some frogs??! I know I am", an unmistakable voice echoes around the class. Thora's eyes latch onto the figure, projecting it immediately.

"Mr Munson, glad to see you finally decided to grace us with your presence," the teacher says tight-mouthed, shoving the instructions into his chest.

Part 2

[punkriod]

est 2022 recycled 2024.

Played by Lady. an OC android based off the game cyberpunk 2077. semi - selective , not mutuals exclusive. all follows through @hubmuses . she / her. +30.

headcanon. faceclaim. bodyclaim.

bio under the cut.

rules.

( to be updated . )

biography.

names were given to cheaper gonks and chooms that didn't give two shits about their own steel and iron material, thusly, the first female robot lifeform made out of those ivory towers got to choose her name , though firstly they tattooed the code 01 across the back of her wrist. a name she related to, but was told to pick another. something more human, something more trendy. so she was shown miles upon miles of cities, streets, information on all lifeform all prosthetics, all bargaining chips and gangsters and she choice the more human name " ALASKA ". though she referred to herself as 01 to closer encounters. she was given a mission and a statement and placed out in the market for the highest bidder, but when she connected more with guitars and tunes then her local handler she was caught up discovering what it felt like to feel for the first time. one drunken night her handler decided he'd try to explore his relationship more with her and he ended up with his head blown wide open at the end of a shotgun she grabbed from his bedside table. humans were a bloody fucking mess and she deserved better. having understood the scene of things she went undercover dodging officers and assailants alike. dying her hair blonde and growing it out. taking on a rockstar lifestyle after gaining buzz off a band she started called, " The Fireflies " before long she became a known punk face among a seas of assholes and ruby red fan girls. though she never told anyone that her head was just made out of plastic. keeping it solely to herself. she decided to go solo as just ALASKA and hit it big on her own. even as her past threatened to keep up with her. she made it big. cashed in Alot of money and one fat reputation for dealing out rock hard albums and selling big. while secretly working to take down the one person who assigned her to her handler. knowing too much about her whereabouts and her personal life. learning that the people she once trusted the most still wanted her sold as merch to the highest bidder. her eyes on their ivory towers. she made it big as a rockstar , just as out there as Johnny Silver hand's band. And with a personal vendetta against P.L.A.S.T.I.Q.U.E Corps she set her sights on taking them down. one hired thug at a time. taking big interest in chooms that could sell in to her needed luxuries. the fancy complex, the fast cars, and the big guns stolen from militia. along with her career as a rock n' roll artist she also signed on as a model for Royal Charts. often finding the more she worked the larger paparazzi became and the more annoyed she got. going full headlines for pulling out a nine milometer on a paparazzi rat.

Face claim: Taylor Momsen.

IMPORTANT NOTES.

all of the pretty reckless albums are considered to be alaska's albums in her band " ALASKA".

alaska/ 01 is loosely based off my own schizophrenia delusions that I had for months , but ceased.

[eb0lachan]

Good News Ebrolas!!

Despite the big wasteland of fallen Ebola-Chan accounts and lost media drawn by many, i finally got some good news! I've been invited to participate in the development of a Virusgirl OC's mod - Can you believe it?? Another virusgirl!! Just like yours truly Ebola-Chan is!

I always want to be out there offering my sincerest support for disease OCs because while we may not be able to relive the precious years of 2013-2016 anymore, it is important Ebola is guided into the future like it guided us a decade ago. Let's make disease girls great again!

The mod is for a game called Friday Night Funkin'. I'm not all too familiar with it but it looks like good fun and i like good music doing what i feel like doing. I'll keep you updated on reports later but i cannot reveal too much since most of this stuff is still confidential. Don't worry though; Tumblr bros get the news early!!! Not like anyone reads these posts anyways... All the other Ebola-Chan accounts all quit updating their profile 8 years ago with another 6 years, another 4 years and the most recent Ebola account on May 2022. The wasteland of fallen souls can be cruel!

Now that begs the question; - Will there be an Ebola-Chan mod for Friday Night Funkin'?? Probably not. I'm not too experienced with the game and all but it's gonna be cool seeing my name in the credits of the mod i've been invited on! Who knows?? Maybe maybe a new generation of Ebola-Chan fans are interested in giving me the treatment i once got in 2013?? Not the blood art though; i've been given enough of those in 2014 that i can last for at least another decade. In any case, perhaps yours truly Ebola-Chan will be seen in Friday Night Funkin' in the future! But i don't think so. Oh well. Always fun to fantasize if these games came out when i was still super trendy!

[jimlingss]

Kale’in Me Softly

➜ Words: 17.1k

➜ Genres: 90% Fluff, 9.5% Angst, 0.5% Smut, Farm!AU

➜ Summary: After your grandfather's passing, you decide to take over his farm and plant the trendiest vegetable: kale. It's a struggle to be in the countryside when you've always been a city girl. But there's someone less than sympathetic — a grumpy farmer across the acres who's constantly trying to pick a fight with you.

➜ Warning: Strongly implied smut

cr.

Home — you left it all behind for this.    The tractor chugs and wheezes. Its wheels roll over the craggy and unpaved road, making you feel every bump and pebble through constant jolts and bounces. The sweltering heat of the scorching sun was already making you break into a sweat and you sigh, listening to the buzzing of cicadas and the sputtering engine.   But otherwise, it was quiet. More than what you were used to. There isn’t any traffic, honking, construction or the noise of motorcycle engines or sirens of ambulances. There’s just the rustle of leaves and the swaying of grass strands.   “I can’t believe Old Man Seok had such a pretty granddaughter.”    A laugh bubbles out of you. “It’s all in the genes. Did you know my grandfather?”   “Everyone knew Old Man Seok. Everyone knows everyone here. But it sure helps that our farms are next door to each other. Just down yonder.” The middle-aged farmer grips the steering wheel. A good-natured aura in spite of his intimidating disposition, he feels like a strict but caring father figure. “He was very kind even to the end of his life. Offered my family a lot of jam throughout the years. A good man through and through. My condolences.”   Your smile softens. “Thank you.”   “I gotta say, it’s nice to have a new face around these neck of the woods. Doesn’t happen often.” The corner of the man’s mouth pulls and the wrinkles by his eyes crease. “You should come meet my son sometime.”   “I wouldn’t mind.” The tractor pulls up to the worn house you’ve seen in your mother’s childhood pictures. “I always love making new friends.”   You hop off the tractor the moment it comes to a stop and the man wishes you luck before you thank him again and he’s on his merry way.   With only one packed suitcase in hand, you walk up to the house and push your Gucci sunglasses to the top of your head to get a better look. The fence, door and roof are made with a cherry wood that compliments the forest green walls. The patio, on the other hand, is out of oak that matches the rocking chair in the corner. There’s white trim lining the rectangular windows, giving you a peek at the purple, paisley curtains inside.   The house looks tattered through time, but cozy.   “You’re leaving?!” — “Do you really think this is a good idea, Y/N?” — “Do you even know what you’re going to do there?”   The voices of the friends you left behind echo in the recesses of your mind while you fiddle with the hem of your dress in the shade of classical blue — 2020’s pantone colour and a fantastic fashion statement. It’s not farm-appropriate, but better than most of the things in your closet.   You went shopping for the last time before you packed your one pink suitcase, but you’re starting to realize those tight, denim overalls might not work like they do in the movies.   “You think you can run a farm?!” — “I didn’t raise you so you could go back to the countryside!” — “You don’t even know what you’re doing, Y/N! Grow up already and stop being ridiculous.”   An exhale squeezes out of you as you dispel away your family’s discouragement and you grip your grandfather’s letter as you finally muster the courage to approach the house.   When your grandfather passed away, you inherited ten thousand dollars and his five acre farm. It’s small. Nothing worthy of bragging about and one of the hundred of reasons everyone thought you would sell it. They even urged you to, so they could get a split of the money. But they never thought you would refuse. That you would leave everything behind and come all the way here.   It’s a mess.   Thick layers of dust coat the antique furniture and peering out from the kitchen window, the field is littered in leaves and twigs, wooden planks and debris. A sense of guilt overwhelms you.    You can’t believe your family let it become this way.    You set down your belongings and almost immediately, you begin to look around. Pacing the backyard, the field, the barn, trying to figure out what is what. And it’s not long before a dark-haired man with doe eyes and a permanent dear-in-headlights expression finds you.   He nearly startles you to death with his timid greeting. “H-Hi...”    “Holy shit!” You press your hand to your chest, spinning around and he boyishly grins. “You scared me!”   “S-Sorry…my bad...” Boots, jeans and a white shirt, he looks like a newly graduated high school student who stumbled into the wrong place. “Are you Y/N?”   “That’s me.” You wonder if he’s here to kill you. The farm setting was the perfect location after all and serial killers these days have the potential of looking as cute as he does. “You’re...?”   “I’m Jungkook. I used to work with Old Man Seok. My mom told me you’d be comin’ today and that I should show you around, so….” He scratches the back of his neck, oddly endearing for how awkward he is.    You let him guide you despite having already gotten the chance to peek at almost everything — a detail you leave out to spare him from being disheartened. But with Jungkook here, he has the strength to widen the doors of the old shed out back and you get a better look at the storage and old equipment.   “God.” You cough and bat your hand from the dust piles arising. “It’s so dirty.”   “Yeah. The tractor needs a bit of fixin’ up which I can help you with, if you need.”   It’s clear that towards the end of your grandfather’s life, he was too weak to properly take care of his property. You can tell by the way the field is in tatters, all his crops long dead and his machinery is in desperate need of repair. But as you gander at the space, you discover that there’s everything you need right here. Shovels. Wheelbarrows. Sickles and spades.   ��Thank you. I would appreciate that.”   Jungkook nods, wearing a small smile. “Your grandpa used to help me out a lot, so it’s the least I can do. If you ever need any help, I’m down a few acres West by the market. Just give a holler.”   Your cheeks warm, realizing he’s not as young as he appears to be. “I will.”   After a while longer, Jungkook leaves you to get settled down and you bid him farewell. You know it’s going to take a bit of time for you to get used to this change, but with a sigh, you try your best to familiarize yourself with the land and surrounding climate.   //   Back in LA, you were a fashion design marketer.   Originally, you set out to fulfill your childhood dream of being a top designer for a big brand like Chanel or Dior, but along the way, you ended up in the marketing sector. It wasn’t as bad as what people thought. A kind of niche you actually quite enjoyed and while you might've left it all behind for the farm life, you know the first step to starting anything is doing market research.   So at nine in the morning sharp, you enter the farmers’ market.   Open every Sunday, there’s a certain bustle and liveliness in the atmosphere. People from surrounding communities and even far away cities have come to get their fresh produce and dairy products. The market place is held in an open building with doors and massive garages wide open, practically held outdoors itself, and as you walk along the stands, you notice goat milk to beeswax lip balm being sold. There’s everything someone could ask for, bath salts and herbal soaps, baked goods and handmade aprons and quilts. You didn’t know farmers’ markets had so much to offer.   “Would you like to try some raspberry jam, darlin’?” A plump lady offers you a spatula.    “Sure. Thank you.” The sweet taste ends up bursting on your palette and you hum at the taste, considering buying a jar for breakfast. But she interrupts with a curious stare and a bigger smile.   “I haven’t seen you around before, dear. Did you come from somewhere far?”   “Oh no, I just moved in. My grandpa was Seokjin….”   “You mean Old Man Seok?” Her entire spine straightens, face lighting up. “I never knew he had a granddaughter!”   You warm, proud that your grandfather’s made such a lasting impression. “I just moved in a few acres away.”   “Taking care of your grandpa’s farm?” she asks and when you nod, the woman practically swoons. “Why, what a gracious thing you’re doin’! Old Man Seok would be proud to have a granddaughter like you! Keepin’ his legacy alive like that. Heaven knows I can’t even get my boy up to milk the cows!”   You laugh and she ends up handing you a small jar of raspberry jam for free, wishing you the best of luck.    Apparently word spreads fast in this place. After ten minutes of exploring the market, kind and overfamiliar strangers approach from behind their stands, greeting you and taking your hands. Some muse how similar you are to your grandfather while others happily send you some cheese and bread. By the time you’re at the end, it looks like you went grocery shopping.   But in the midst of it all, you get the chance to talk to some customers. Making conversation with a pregnant woman, an elderly man, and a little kid overly excited to use his allowance for some candy. People are receptive and friendly, more than what you’re used to back in the city. But you study what they purchase, their spending habits, what people seem to be interested in.   Then, your attention is caught at a cute honey stand — jars of honey sealed being sold with beeswax candles tied with pastel yellow ribbon. More importantly, you recognize the doe-eyed boy at the cash register.    “Jungkook!”   He greets you with a big smile. “Oh, hey, Y/N! I didn’t expect you’d be here.”   With your previous lifestyle, the attention of a cute boy like Jungkook isn’t enough to make you bashful — a few years too late on that — but you can still appreciate how endearing he is. “I’m just taking a look around. Thought I should get to know the place since I might be here soon.”   “How’re things going? Did you settle in yet?”   “I did actually.” It wasn’t in the realm of your expectations to make friends so quickly out here, but to have such pleasant small talk with Jungkook proves your anticipations were wrong. “It took a lot of time to clean the house, but totally worth it! I strung polaroids above the mantle and I found a vintage armchair that’s really in style, so I’d say things are going pretty well.”   The boy grins from your enthusiasm. “It sounds like you’re adapting better than I would.”   “I’m trying.” Your smile becomes sheepish. “I’m still figuring out the fields and the land. I haven’t even gotten started in clearing out the shed yet.”    He nods, lips parting to respond. But then there’s a call of his name behind him and he sighs before sending an apologetic expression. “Sorry. My ma has more honey to unload from the truck. I gotta skedaddle before she yells, but I’m glad things are working out for you!”   Jungkook’s undoubtedly cute, even when he says goodbye and promises to catch up with you soon. You don’t dwell either, continuing to parade through the market by yourself and discover all the places you missed on your first walk that was overwhelmed with others intercepting.   What piques your curiosity this time is a wooden stall with a soft green cloth draped over the flat surface and a sign that reads ‘Romaine with Me’. What’s offered in the crates are lettuce. Lots and lots of different heads of lettuce lined in rows like plush animal prizes on display at carnival games.   You don’t pay much mind to the man behind the stall that’s sleepily blinking and leaning his head in his hand, elbow propped up and figure slumped over. He looks like he’s dozed off but somehow kept his lids peeled back.   You approach and read the labels underneath. Red. Green. Romaine. Boston. Bibb. Arugula. Batavia. Radicchio. Iceberg.   “I didn’t know there were so many types of lettuce,” you mutter to yourself.   “It’s two dollars for each bundle or head,” the man suddenly pipes up in a raspy tone, nearly startling you to death. You realize his pupils have darted right on you and that’s he’s not in fact sleeping with his eyes open. “Romain is three. And there’s a sale on the radicchio.”   The man has an oddly intimidating disposition for looking so tired. He has tender features and seemingly soft skin that makes you wonder about his skin care routine. Yet, his hair is as dark as his cat-like eyes that have narrowed in on you. You suddenly feel pressure to make a purchase lest you waste more of his time.   “What are the differences?” you ask, studying the lettuces in front of you.   “Iceberg, romaine and radicchio are crispy. But iceberg has a clean and fresh taste. Romaine is more bitter and radicchio is a bit bitter and spicy. Boston and bibb are butter lettuces which are softer and have a sweet taste. Boston's leaves are wider and lighter green than bibb's. Arugula is peppery. Batavia is your usual with more crinkled leaves. Red and green are your standard.”    The man breathes the explanation out with only one lazy inhale in between and when he’s done, he gives you a look as if asking if you’re satisfied. But you’re more than that. You’re genuinely impressed.   He spat facts at you and you’re not sure what to do with the information.   “You know a lot about lettuce.”   “I’m a lettuce farmer,” he deadpans.   “Really?” The corners of your lips pull, even more intrigued than before. You didn’t take him for much of a farmer. The man has a kind of bad-boy vibe that you’re accustomed to and without much thought, the clumsy words stumble out of your mouth— “I thought farmers were dirtier.”   “What?”   “Like sunburnt, straw hats, overalls.” You nod, studying the produce and missing his offended expression. “Like that’s totally the farmer’s aesthetic.”   “Aesthetic?”   “Yeah,” you hum, not realizing the man was glaring holes into you. “I’ll take a bundle of the romaine, please.”   You end up going home shortly after, trekking underneath the sun with recyclable bags full of food that fills your fridge, sure to be enough for a whole week. You’re not sure what to exactly do after that — there’s plenty of tasks and jobs to be done, but you’re not certain where to start.   So you decide to take a break — partly to relax and partly to procrastinate. With your sweat wiped away and a fan whirring in the corner, you plop down into the vintage armchair and grab one of the magazines you brought with you. But it isn’t a good read, not when you had already looked at most of the pages on the plane ride over here….   Your mind ends up wandering, considering what you should do with grandfather’s land, if there was anything new you could offer at all. And at the same time as you’re flipping through the magazine, you stumble on a particular page. A recipe for an avocado kale poke bowl.   You skim it and your eyes stop at a single word. Kale.   Kale. It sticks to you like glue and you squint at the text, the four letters in print. Your mind searches and it hits you that kale was never sold at the farmers’ market. There was everything, every fruit, every vegetable. But not kale.    A smile stretches across your face, determination blooming in your chest. Organic kale was a total new fad. Good for you. Healthy. Sought after in the city, but yet to be prevalent in the countryside. It was a perfect opportunity, one that was sitting right in front of you this entire time.   Relief overwhelms you as you make a decision on your niche: kale.   //   It starts off with books.    Gathering as much information as you possibly can, you also learn through guides and internet articles on your chosen crop. You find out that kale becomes bitter over the summer, sweetest in the Fall after being touched by a light frost. It bolts in Spring, so sowing seeds is most appropriate around April to May while they can still be planted throughout the seasons. It provides a yield between late September to early May, direct seeds maturing in fifty to seventy days while transplants take a bit less than half the time.   You learn how to protect seedlings from pests, purchasing lightweight fabric to cover rows, and you begin to plow the fields.    It takes time to clean up, to get your grandfather’s equipment fixed, to become financed. But you start right away and soon, you’re sewing the seeds eighteen to twenty four inches apart. Getting transplants. Watering them appropriately. Working day and night.   You’re not exactly sure if you’re doing this right. Especially on hot days when you’re sweating buckets, dirt has marred your skin and your lower back screams. But you know that even if you fail and have to pack your bags, the effort of trying would be enough for you to feel satisfied.   So, you persist.    And day by day, the seeds begin to sprout. The dirt is littered with tiny green specks and you feel thrilled that it’s actually growing. Slowly, but surely, you would return this farm to its former glory by your own hands.   //   It’s another Sunday when you take a trip to the farmers’ market.   In spite of having only been here for a short amount of time, you’ve become acquainted with the market. You don’t get lost anymore in the bustle and many like to stop you to ask about your day. It’s a hospitable place, never making you feel uncomfortable or awkward, and you feel relieved that your grandfather was surrounded by such warmth till the end of his life.   You’re also starting to become familiar with one particular wooden stall and the sleepy man behind it.   No matter what week it is, he’s always there, wearing the same loose flannels but in different colours, flipping through a pamphlet or dozing off. He only looks up when someone comes to buy lettuce.   But today, he’s joined by an older man that recognizes you all too easily. “I almost didn’t see you there without being so gussied up in those city clothes. Looks like you’ve gotten yourself comfortable with farm life. Almost reminds me of Old Man Seok back in his heyday.”   Immediately, the younger lifts his head up, brow cocked. “You know her?”   “She’s Old Man Seok’s granddaughter. I gave her a ride to his farm when she first came,” Mr. Min introduces and his son gives you a better look, one that’s ridden with a modest amount of distaste. “Y/N, this is my boy, Yoongi, that I was talking about.”   It never occured to you how similar they are. Their husky voices and quiet yet intimidating dispositions are unparalleled. But the older seems more open and friendly than the younger who has a blank expression and his eyes narrowed in at you. Although you don’t get much time to dwell, ask him that the issue might be or if that’s simply who he is.   Some people naturally have a resting bitch face and Yoongi might be one of them.   “How’s the countryside life doing for you so far?” his father asks and you smile, attention redirected.   “It’s not too bad. But the sun’s hot and I didn’t know farming could be so hard!” Your head quirks to the side, still awed that this was the lifestyle of so many. “I always thought it would be easy cause the organic edamame plant back at my apartment wasn’t so bad to take care of.”   Yoongi scoffs.   “Yep, it’s difficult alright.” Mr. Min’s engrossed and asks, “What’re you growing?”   Enthusiasm and a sense of pride makes you exclaim the answer— “Kale!”    Yoongi winces at the volume of your voice while his father is made even more curious.    “Kale?”   “I was thinking about what wasn’t being sold at the farmers’ market and I found that kale was underrepresented,” you rant, “Kale’s totally the new wave. It’s a trendy, super food and packed with antioxidants. Did you know that kale is among the most nutrient-dense foods on the planet?”   “Can’t say I knew that.” Mr. Min has his mouth upturned into an amused smile. Yoongi, on the other hand, sighs. “I’d love to hear more about it. My wife’s quite passionate about these kinds of things too. She practically runs the entire farm! You should come over for dinner sometime, Y/N.”   “She should?” — “I’d love to!”   Both you and Yoongi talk over another, but you don’t hear him. You’ve never been invited to this kind of thing before and your family rarely ate together. So, the aesthetic of sitting down for a countryside meal with a farming family, like it’s Thanksgiving, is a fantasy you’re eager to fulfill.    //   Unfortunately, dinner at the Min household has to be held off when your first harvest comes.    Finally after a month of waiting, there’s actual kale out in the fields that are ready to be collected. The leaves are small, a little bitter and it’s not a large yield — but it isn’t bad for the first time. You’re happy enough that you’ve grown something, so you don’t nick pick for now.   Instead, you focus on wrapping up the bundles, on preparing a stall, on organizing a spot at the market to sell. And when the days of busy work and high pressure accumulate into the first Sunday of the month, you’ve arranged crates of freshly washed, organic kale ready for purchase.   It’s exciting. One week you’re walking around as a customer and the next, you’re on the other side of the stand as a vendor. You get to witness the behind the scenes of other farmers, the doors opening at nine sharp, the increasing bustle of the market.   But for some reason, you only have a few people who stop by and only one who buys a bundle.   “Don’t be worried,” Jungkook comforts, having stopped by once he noticed you. “People tend to buy what they’re used to, so just wait a while. You’ll eventually get your own set of customers!”   You can only hope he’s right.   By five in the evening, it’s over and you hold in your sigh. You wonder what you should do with the abundance of kale you have left, but you try not to linger as you close shop and the market shuts its doors.   Everyone seems to disassemble their stalls with ease, carrying crates to their cars, collecting their earnings. Most are gone within ten minutes but you struggle, unable to keep up when it’s all too new to you and before you know it, you’re the last one left in the space that’s still cleaning up after yourself.   The only person you catch is Yoongi who’s walking off, passing you with a crate of two lettuce heads, having already sold most of it. You notice he’s in one of his open flannels again, this time it’s yellow and gray, and you send a friendly smile. But he doesn’t say anything or make a change from his indifferent expression.   But then he stops. Five meters away.   “You should stop treating this like a joke,” Yoongi deadpans, swiveling around on his heel.   You freeze, halfway from grabbing the mason tip jar that you decorated with washi tape the night before. You blink, not sure if Min Yoongi is actually and willingly uttering words to you or if it’s your imagination. “What?”   But it isn’t. He is very much talking to you. “The market isn’t here for someone like you to play games.”   Now, you’re just confused. “But…...I’m not playing games...?”   “It’s obvious you’re not serious about this.”   You scoff. You’ve had your fair share of running into mean girls in the fashion industry and in High School, the ones who are snarky and make passive aggressive insults that are disguised as compliments. You just never expected to run into something like that here.   And in such a straightforward way too.   Usually people are more subtle when they show that they don’t like you.   “You can’t accuse me. You don’t know anything about me!”   Yoongi stares at you boredly. “You’re making a mockery out of people’s livelihood.”   “I’m trying to learn.” You cross your arms, standing your ground.    You suppose from his perspective it might be off-putting that you’ve come from nowhere and you’re trying your hand at the farm life. But you swear you haven’t been condescending nor have you ever looked down on anyone. At least you hope it hasn’t come across that way.   “I don’t know what I’m doing, but if it seems like I’ve been mocking you then I’m sorry.” This isn’t just a hobby to you nor is it a spectacle for your amusement. You’re serious. Even if you might come across as ditzy, insincere and inexperienced. “But you don’t need to go out of your way to insult me. I already know I was stupid for coming here. Why do you think I came alone? This is a whole new world for me and I’m trying, so I’d appreciate some empathy.”   Yoongi stares at you. You stare at him.   The two of you have your eyes locked in one another’s, and you want to throw hands, but then he suddenly walks away as if he didn’t hear a word you said.   You glare at his backside, huffing out in frustration.    As if your day wasn’t bad enough, he had to make it worse.   //   “Stop being ridiculous, Y/N!”   Your mom’s voice is jarring on the other end of the line. It’s grating to your ears. There’s a strong urge to hang up, but you’re not sure if she’ll call again. You’re surprised she called you in the first place — the likelihood of a second time is slim.   “I’m actually doing well, thank you very much.”   She ignores you. “Sell the land and come home. Do you really think you can do this?!”   Tears sting your eyes against your will. You inhale to keep your voice even and steady. “I do actually. I’m learning while I’m out here and it’s not as hard as I thought it would be.”   “You’re making this harder than it needs to be. You had a high paying job. An apartment. Clean water to drink. Lots of food to eat. You were comfortable! And you gave it all up, why?!”   “The air’s fresher here,” you quip much to your mom’s chagrin and frustration. “I’m a grown woman, mom. I can make my own decisions.”   “Until you make others pick up after you!”    You wince, hand tightening on your duvet. You try your best not to cry. She doesn’t need to know that you’re running out of money, that your kitchen is filled with leafy greens you couldn’t sell, that your back aches from working out on the fields. “Don’t come running to me when you finally get bored or you’re halfway to starving to death.”   You know they think sooner or later, you’ll show up back home with your packed bag. But you refuse to give in. You’ll prove your friends and family wrong — you’ll follow through with this.   If there was one thing you were good at, it was being stupid. Being stupid made you at the bottom of the class, it made you have friends who used you, it made you struggle. And it made you resilient. It made you know what working hard to get to where you want meant. It made you determined.   And you’re gonna fucking give it your best! Even if the smarter route would be to give up!   So with your sleeves rolled up to your elbows, you brace yourself and enter your kitchen full of kale. If you can’t sell it raw, then there are other things that you can try.   //   “Get your kale kombucha! Your kale smoothie! Full of vitamins and nutrients!”   You’re holding a tray of paper cup samples, voice loud with a wide smile. A woman who’s looking at your stand curiously passes by and you steal the chance, smoothly intercepting her way. “Would you like to try one, ma’am?”   “Sure.”   She takes a sample and once she sips, her eyes light up and her expression becomes inquisitive. The woman approaches your stand, looking over the products you have. “It’s really delicious. How much is it for a smoothie?”   “The three sizes are here.” You gesture to the display and she hums. “Two dollars for a small, two fifty for a medium and three for a large. We also have salted kale chips, kale guacamole and kale pesto.”   “Is this all homemade?”   “It is!” Your enormous smile is proud. “I grew the kale organically and made these with fresh ingredients.”   “I’ll take a large smoothie, this guacamole and a bundle of just regular kale then.”   “Coming right up!”   You’re no stranger to the art of advertising — it’s one of your strengths with your marketing background. You’re pretty sure the chalkboard signs are doing a good job of directing attention to your stall and the samples are certainly going a long way too.   “Can I try one, miss?” A little kid tugs on your green apron and you lower yourself down to their eye-level, happily handing them two.   “Of course you can!”   Sunday after Sunday, you do better and better.   Of course, it’s not without constant trial and error, honing in recipes and packaging, learning how to keep products as fresh as possible. But the improvements make the labour all worth it.    You notice how Yoongi watches you across the floor and when you smile, he immediately looks away. But there's little time to pay attention to him when the lineup at your stall gradually becomes longer and longer. Jungkook helps you out when he can, whether that’s manning the register beside you or handing out samples to draw in curious customers.   “You’re gonna run me out of business soon, Y/N.” Jungkook says in the midst of a slow down when you’re finally able to catch your breaths.   “Please,” you giggle. “I’m sure you’re the one drawing in the business. Weren’t those last two customers trying to get your number for the past ten minutes? Last time they kept on asking me about you too.”   The boy laughs shyly and it’s all too endearing. “They’re just bein’ nice. If anything, you’re the one drawing in the customers since you’re so pretty and all.”   More giggles bubble out of your throat and you lean closer to him. “So you think I’m pretty?”   Jungkook realizes what he said and his face reddens. He awkwardly scratches the back of his neck. “I mean...isn’t that a fact?”   “You’re too sweet, Kook,” you sigh wistfully. “Thank you for helping me.”   “Anytime, really.” Jungkook’s smiles softly and his lips part, but before he can say anything, his peripheral vision finally catches the weight of a third party’s stare. His eyes travel across the market floor to the wooden stall of lettuce — right on the man behind it who’s rolling his eyes.    You follow his line of sight and a knowing smile appears on your features. “Jungkook, can you hand me the sample tray?”   You might not be the brightest crayon in the box, but you’re not that big of an idiot. For the past two weeks, you’ve noticed how Yoongi keeps staring at you. You don’t suspect it to be sudden infatuation either. Most likely, it’s surprise that you’ve proven him wrong or reluctant admission that you’re on your way to success, or perhaps passive aggression too.   Whatever the case is, you approach him and witness him visibly stiffen as you come closer.   Your smile remains bright when you ask, “Is everything okay, Yoongi?”   “I’m fine,” the man deadpans. “You should move. You’re blocking my customers.”   “You have no customers.”   “I would if you weren’t standing there.”   You scoff. “You are not cute.”   Yoongi’s brow lifts, amused at your comment. “Excuse me?”   “I want to make peace,” you outright declare, having no shame with confronting him. “I’ve had my fair share of drama back home and I’m not looking forward to picking fights here, so I forgive you.” Yoongi snorts as you raise your sample tray as a peace offering. “I know you’re curious, so you try one. My kale kombucha is my most popular item. It’s a fermented tea that has lots of healthy yeast and bacteria.”   “No.” The dark-haired man rejects without needing to blink. “Kale is disgusting. There’s a reason no one sells it here.”   You’re shocked, not knowing where to start. But there’s no point in arguing with him and spewing nutrition facts. Your pride is much too high to insist too, so you merely lift your chin. “Fine. Suit yourself. But one of these days, you’re going to fall in love with kale, Min Yoongi.”   It’s a challenge — but a one-sided one. Yoongi simply sighs as you strut away, feeling more tired than he did before.    //   The engines of the moving truck rumbles and coughs as it rolls down the dirt road.   It’s drawn the attention of several, including his dad and mom. They’re peering out the front window, curtains tugged with their noses pressed to the glass. Usually, Yoongi doesn’t care much for what the neighbours are up to or keeping up with community gossip, but for some reason, his curiosity is piqued enough that he glances out as well.   “What’s going on?”   “There are trucks coming back and forth from Old Man Seok’s land.”   Yoongi wonders if you’ve given up and you’re moving out. He wouldn’t be surprised.   But suddenly, before he can walk off and mind his own business, his mother whirls around. “Yoonie, go check up on our new neighbour.”   He exhales exhaustingly. “Why?”   “Well, you’re friends, aren’t you?”    “We’re not.” It’s a firm fact, but his mother doesn’t hear him. She’s already moving into the kitchen and making him follow her. He knows arguing is futile — once she’s set on her mind on something, no one can change it.   “Go on and deliver some cheese too.” She hands him a paper bag. “We haven’t welcomed her properly yet and it’s customary to at least give a greeting and gift.”   Yoongi begrudgingly obliges and minutes later, he finds himself making the trek across the acres to the cottage that always reminded him of Christmas with its cherry red roof and forest green walls. The polluting trucks drive away in the meanwhile, wheels turning against the gravel fading, and the countryside returns to its quaint atmosphere. As he comes closer, Yoongi notices the wooden spools on your lawn and some barber chairs littered around, akin to a dumpster yard, but he avoids them and walks up the porch, knocking twice on the door.   He can imagine thrusting the bag in your hand, muttering a greeting and question or two before getting back to the farm. Yet, what he doesn’t anticipate is silence and then noises farther away.   The man sighs and decides to follow the sounds lest he spends the rest of the afternoon waiting at your front door.   He rounds the house to the backyard.    “What are you doing?”   Yoongi discovers mason jars, picnic blankets, wooden crates sprawled all over on the grass — things he guesses the trucks brought over — and he finds you on a ladder with fairy lights tangled around your limbs.   You jolt. In horror, Yoongi watches the ladder dangerously wobble back and forth, but luckily, it steadies and you twist yourself around. “Holy shit! You almost scared me half to death!”   “What are you doing?” he repeats, more urgently and concerned than before.   “I’m setting up fairy lights obviously.” Your smile is big, cheeks swelling with it. “I’m gonna decorate part of the land with hipster furniture and channel the farm aesthetic. It’s going to become an Insta spot. Hashtag kale-in-farm.”   Yoongi doesn’t understand half of what you just said and he’s not sure if he should even ask.   “What’s a hashtag?”   “You don’t know what a hashtag is?” Your eyes are perfectly rounded, looking at him like he’s an alien and he chuckles. The irony isn’t lost on him. He isn’t the weird one — you are.   “Should I know what it is?”   You don’t answer, merely climbing off the ladder and his breath hitches at how you don’t watch your step.    Yoongi doesn’t get stressed easily, but he swears he’s going to get a heart attack looking at you.   You pull out your phone suddenly from your back pocket and after some tapping, you thrust the screen in his face. “This is Instagram, see? It’s an app where you can follow people and see the pictures that they post. An Insta spot is a place where you can take good Instagram pictures. Hashtags is a way to label the posts, so others can see and search it up. Or at least that’s what I think it is. It’s kind of hard to explain, it’s one of those things that just catches on and you get after using it. This is my page, see?”   You’ve given your phone to him and Yoongi eyes your bikini photos before handing it back.    “Uh-huh.”   “I can’t believe you don’t have an Instagram. You should make one and add me!”   “No thanks.”   You huff, pouting at him and Yoongi’s mouth twitches as he resists the small smile. There’s something in the way you react to him being mean to you that makes it all too entertaining.   “My mom wanted to give you some cheese.” He hands the paper bag over and you excitedly peer inside. “It’s just goat cheese. Usually she makes a cherry pie as a housewarming gift, but today….was a bit last minute.”   Yet in spite of the measly present, Yoongi’s taken aback at how happy you seem. “This is so sweet! Tell your mom I said thank you! I should probably give her some kale—”   He lifts his palm, stopping you in the middle of your sentence. “There’s no need.”   “Well, tell her I said thank you.” You put it down on the wooden patio steps and move towards the ladder. Then something by his foot catches your eye. “Oh, can you do me a favour and put that typewriter on the wooden crate?”   Yoongi doesn’t know why you have a broken typewriter, but he follows your instructions. His eyes travel to several worn bikes you have leaning against the railing. It’s strange considering you don’t seem like the type to bike.   As if reading his mind, you laugh. “They don’t work. It’s just for the aesthetics.”   “Uh-huh.” He turns back, about to bid goodbye and leave this mess behind him. But as he turns away, he witnesses you step on the highest prong of the ladder. The part you’re not allowed to step on. With the danger warning signs plastered on it that says ‘STOP’ in big, red letters.   Yoongi’s breath hitches and he lurches over, grabbing the ladder to steady it as it wobbles.   “Woah!” You regain your balance and turn to grin at him. “Thanks for that. You saved my life!”   “Get off.”   “What?”   “Get off the ladder before you die.” His stern command has you obeying and you come down to the ground again. Yoongi sighs and takes the lights from you. “I’ll do it. Tell me where you want them and hold the bottom rung for me.”   You’re bewildered, but you don’t reject his offer of help. Yoongi follows your instructions too, working quickly and more efficiently than when you were, and you can’t help but giggle as you watch him string the fairy lights.    He glares at you. “What?”   You look up at him, beaming a grin. “For being such a mean, old grump, you’re actually pretty reliable and considerate, Yoongi.”   He diverts his vision elsewhere. “Whatever.”   But it’s all too true.    In many ways, Yoongi reminds you of peppermint candy. Hard on the outside but with just a bit of melting, all too sweet and sugary on the inside.   //   It starts off with you.   A post, a cute caption, the hashtag. You manage to get Jungkook to follow suit and then it’s a group. A person who shows up with their friends, stopping by to enjoy your kale farm and haphazardly filming their adventure to put onto their social media. Then it’s three or four, more and more of the hashtag being used, of pictures being taken, of others catching wind of the trendy new place to take photos, of fresh kale being harvested and kale kombucha being sold.   It’s an exponential growth and before you know it, there’s a bustle at your farm.   Strangers that park in the designated area, families enjoying the picnic spots, young adults posing for photographs underneath the strung fairy lights after dark. Your kale chips and smoothie sales skyrocket and after constructing a website, you know you’ve made a name for yourself.   You hire Jimin, Jungkook’s cousin, to help you out. Recently turned eighteen, he’s gentle and luckily attentive. He excels in customer service and in between selling your products and doing measly tasks to upkeep the farm, you know you’ve finally found a sustainable income aside from the farmers’ market alone.   “This ‘s what I call innovation,” Yoongi’s dad muses as the two of them stand near the tractor, looking over the field to the figures prancing on your land and listening to the laughter that leaks over. “It ain’t often a smart woman suddenly shows,” he says, glancing at him. “You should take advantage of it.”   “It’s not smart.” Yoongi turns away. “It’s dumb luck. There’s nothing impressive about it.”   His dad sighs at him, but as they retreat home, Yoongi can’t help glancing over his shoulder.   //   Yoongi has accepted that you’re a complete wild card — when he thought you were making a spectacle of this rural life for your own amusement, you make a whole declaration about how serious you are. When he expects you to move out, you instead bring bits and bobs to your farm. When he expects you to completely and utterly fail, you thrive.   Yoongi always thought that he was the enigma — hard to understand, hard to get to know, one of the many reasons he isn’t particularly close to anyone. But in reality, you are. At surface level, it looks like you’re simple-minded, overly enthused, optimistic. Yet you continuously defy his expectations.   And he has to applaud you for it.    But of all things, Yoongi most certainly did not expect to see you on his porch one afternoon.   “I got invited by your mom for dinner,” you explain with another infamously bright smile and your arm lifts with a bag. “I brought kale!”   “You did.” He holds in his sigh.   “I don’t know how you want to eat it, so it’s raw….unless…..do you not have electricity? I can go back to prepare it.”   “What?”   “You know, electricity.” When he stares at you, you begin explaining to be helpful. “The stuff that gives you light and power and you can turn on the stove—”   “I know what electricity is!” Yoongi shouts. He’s almost always calm, but you have a talent for being condescending without even realizing.   “What’s with all the noise?” His mom emerges and her face immediately lights up, lips forming into a warm smile. She wipes her hands on her apron and comes to embrace you. “Y/N! I thought I heard your voice! Come in, come in! Oh my word, what’s this? Kale? Thank you! Was the walk here long?”   “Not at all.” You smile, being ushered in the kitchen. It still amazes you how much Yoongi looks like his mom. They both have tender, soft features. Albeit, the male took on his father’s personality and characteristics, his physical appearance compared to his mom is nearly a carbon copy. “It’s only a few acres away. I love your home, by the way. It has a good energy to it.”   Yoongi wonders when you got so comfortable with his parents.   “I’m preparing dinner right now. Should be done fairly soon, but Yoonie! Why don’t you show dear Y/N around the farm?”   Yoongi knows he doesn’t have a choice and you hold in your giggle at his dejected expression. It’s not often you can witness him being obedient and when he takes you through his backyard, you can’t help poking fun at him. “Yoonie?”    “It’s a childhood nickname,” he grumbles.   There’s an urge to squish his cheeks together. They’ve always reminded you of jello or bread loafs, but for the sake of not being slapped, you control the desire.   The Min property is vast.    Chicken coops and several sheds are close to the house, but in the distance, cows and goats graze in the open pastures. The lush fields seem to stretch to the horizon, only broken up by the occasional tree left to grow in peace. It’s a tranquil landscape and there’s an urge to sit back in a rocking chair and knit. Even though you don’t know how to knit.   “How big is the farm?”   “It’s a hundred acres.”   Yoongi says it like it’s nothing impressive, but it’s still fifty times the size of your own farm.   “Is that all lettuce?” You look over the plowed fields filled with green.   “Some of it is asparagus and carrots, but it’s mostly different kinds of lettuce,” he explains, “We don’t sell all of it at the market. We got a few contracts from grocery stores and those get shipped out, so we’re always busy year round.”   You’re amazed. His family manages to do a lot more than you and you already feel swamped half the time. But you suppose you still have a long way to go before you can call yourself a real farmer.   The pair of you approach the fence and you watch the goats chewing on their grass, bleating at you. You grin and mimic their noises, oblivious to the way Yoongi steals a glance at you. “What do you do with all the animals?” you ask.   “They’re for personal usage. We eat chicken eggs and my mom makes cheese a lot.” Yoongi diverts his vision at your intense stare and clears his throat. He didn’t know all of this was so interesting to you. “Have you ever milked a cow before?”   “No!”   “Do you want to learn how?”   “Yes!”   This time, Yoongi can’t hold back his chuckle at your childlike enthusiasm.    He leads a smaller cow into the stall, introducing her as August, and you help him brush her down. Yoongi shows you how to wash August with warm, soapy water, how to clean her utters and let the milk down by relaxing her. He demonstrates as well, clamping the top of the utter between his thumb and first finger before squeezing.   You follow his instructions, mimic his movements and milk squirts into the silver pale successfully. “It feels kind of weird.”   The corner of his thin lips pull. “Is it supposed to feel nice?”   When your hands get tired, Yoongi leans over to help you out, explaining how often someone can milk cows for, where August came from and how long she’s been around. You never expected how awfully endearing it would be to listen to a farm boy talk about his precious cow, but it is. Or maybe that’s just Yoongi being Yoongi. Everything that comes out of his mouth is interesting to you.   “—months ago and…..are you even listening?”   “Of course I am!” You totally weren’t and he doesn’t seem to believe your assertion either, so to divert his attention, you turn the direction of the utter and squeeze. The line of milk squirts directly at Yoongi’s kneecap, dampening his jeans and you laugh at his scandalized expression.   “What the fuc—!”   “Stop! Stop!” You stand, giggling incessantly while blocking your arms up when Yoongi lunges down and squeezes two utters at you. The milk is warm and sticky against your skin. “I’m sorry!”   “Too late!” His cheeks are swollen with a gummy smile, happily taking his revenge.   Before any of you have realized, the sun has gone down and there’s a lingering scent of milk on your clothes. But no one other than you and Yoongi notices or at least his parents don’t say anything.   “How are things going, dear?” his mom asks you with a satisfied smile as she watches you devour her dessert apple pie. Dinner at the Min’s was all too cozy and welcoming. Food had filled the rounded table and the family, albeit only three members in total, had gathered together.    For the past few months, you’ve been eating by yourself with a magazine by your side or in front of the old television with some obscure show on. You missed having conversations over delicious meals and part of you wonders how you’ll return to your regular routine after tonight.   After a taste of the forbidden fruit, you’ll wish every night was like this.   “Better than expected actually. It’s a learning process, so it goes up and down, but everyone’s been so helpful to me that it hasn’t been bad.”   Yoongi’s father nods solemnly. “All on your own too.”   You become shy under their praise. “It’s nothing, really. I just wanted to preserve the memory of my grandfather and all I have is his land, so....”    Sometimes you lay awake thinking about how much your life has changed. A year ago, you were still in LA in a high rise apartment working, and in an effort to connect with your family roots again, you left it all behind. But you don’t regret your decision whatsoever.   From the moment you came here, no matter what challenges you faced, it all became worth it in the end. It’s a hard life, but a peaceful one. A simple and serene way of living that you always needed.   “Bless your heart,” his mother swoons and you realize Yoongi’s gazing at you too — with an odd sense of gentleness that you aren’t used to. Or maybe that’s merely the dim lighting of the small dining room. “You are the hardest working, gosh darn smartest young lady I have ever met.”   You look away from Yoongi, face warming at the compliments. “No, I just try my hardest.”   “And try hard you do!” His mom leans across the table, eyes bright. “Don’t you think so, Yoonie? Isn’t Y/N marvelous?”   You turn to him expectedly, but Yoongi’s eyes are suddenly down at his empty plate. “Well, there’s nothing else to do out here but work, so isn’t that the default?”   You scoff and it takes his attention. “You aren’t cute at all.”   The corner of his mouth tugs. “Excuse me?”   “Don’t pay any attention to him, Y/N.” His mom bats at your arm. “He’s too much like his dad.”   “You mean, he took after my best traits?” The older man at the table has his brow cocked and you smile at the banter, but the woman beside you doesn’t entertain it.   “He took after your temper and grumbling.”   “Which is why no one ever bullied him.” Yoongi’s father slaps him on his back and he sighs.   His mom turns her head to continue, “Never mind them. I swear, Yoonie used to be the cutest kid in the whole country. I don’t know when he changed. Do you want to see his baby pictures?”   Your spine straightens and your eyes widen. “I would love to—”   Suddenly, there’s the ear-piercing noise of the chair leg scraping against the wooden floorboards. Yoongi has stood up and tosses his napkin down. “It’s getting pretty late. Probably time to go home, right?”   You laugh, but oblige only because it gives you reason to come over again. Yoongi’s mother at least assures as much, promising that next time you’ll be able to see all the albums and photographs of that time he cried while being chased by a goose — something you’re looking forward to, much to Yoongi’s dismay.   He’s just too much fun to tease.   The more and more you get to know Yoongi and the people in his life, the better you’re coming to realize that he’s not that much of a grump at all. It’s a facade, really. A thin curtain that hides how soft and pouty he actually is. Less like the bad boy you initially thought. More like a farm sheep.   “You didn’t need to walk me home, you know.” You turn to him, glancing at his profile. “It’s only a few acres away.”   “Yeah, but then I would never hear the end of it from my mom. It’s dark out anyway and it’s not like I mind.”   You nod and the pair of you fall into a comfortable lull. There’s a lot from tonight that you have to think about and it’s not just about Yoongi and his family. After seeing how they run their farm and how much they’ve expanded, you wonder if you’ll ever get to that size too.   “What do you think if I started growing quinoa and soy?”   He gives you an incredulous look, still visible in spite of the darkness, and it makes you laugh.   “What would you do with quinoa and soy?”   “I don’t know. Make different smoothies or flavours of kombucha? I would have to look into it. But it’s just a thought for no—” The pitch of your voice raises as you lose your footing, about to plunge. But then Yoongi yanks your arm back, steadying you before you trip in the ditch. “Oh my god! I almost died!”   “Watch where you’re going, woman,” he scolds and his hand boldly wraps around yours, palms clasping together firmly. You glance down, foreign to the feeling of his affection and Yoongi notices. He looks straight ahead, but quickly explains, “If you die and haunt the farm, that’ll bring down the value of the land nearby.”   You scoff. “You’re lucky you have a cute face, Min Yoongi.”   His lips curl. “I thought you said I wasn’t cute.”   “Your personality isn’t, but your face is alright.” If anything, you’re downplaying it, but he doesn’t need to know that. “Out here, you’re a good eight, but where I’m from, maybe you’re a six and a half.”   His laugh is mellifluous, and it infects a smile on your own features. “What about you?”   You look down to where you’re joined at the hands and muse how much larger his palm and fingers are to you, how his skin is calloused from working the fields, how warm and secure it feels.   “Clearly, I’m a ten wherever I go,” you quip. “Can’t you see?”   Yoongi apologizes, “I’m sorry, I might be blind then ‘cause I can’t see you as attractive at all.”   Another scoff tears from you, a lighthearted one that makes his grin widen. “You know what? I take it back. You aren’t cute at all. Not even your face can make up for your sour personality.”   Yoongi chuckles, squeezing your hand, and it’s awfully unfair how your face heats more.   //   Despite how busy you get managing the Insta spot, planting and harvesting kale, and cooking and packaging products, you never fail to find time to be at the market every Sunday. While your other sources of income are slowly increasing more than what you get from the farmers’ market, the atmosphere and sense of community is enough for you to scrape up time out of your week to set up your stall.   And it’s often the time that you get to have your conversations with Jungkook too.   “So….did you try it out?” Your eyes glisten, locked into his. “What did you think? Did it work?”   The boy scratches the back of his neck. “I...don’t think kale shampoo is it, Y/N.”   You deflate, keeping your sulking to a minimum. It didn’t work for you either, but you were trying to see if it was just your hair that was the strange one. “Really? But it looks soft.” You reach over and plant your hand in his black bed of hair. To your surprise, it’s even silkier than it appears.   “Woah! It’s soft!”   Jungkook ducks his head, colour blooming on his cheeks. He doesn’t bat your hand away nor does he lean into your touch when you pet him incessantly. “It isn’t that soft…”   “What shampoo and conditioner do you usually use? It feels so nice, Kook.”   The both of you are oblivious to the flannel-wearing man from across the market who’s glaring above the heads of lettuce. He bores his gaze into you, wondering what the hell you’re doing in the middle of the farmers’ market and putting on a show for all the older ladies to watch. Don’t you know how gossip and rumours start at this place? Merely chatting is enough to grab attention, but to be outright flirting like this was downright reckless.   His jaw ticks, nostrils flaring. He’s uncomfortable. It isn’t any of his business, but Yoongi feels an urge to do something. It’s utterly irrational. Completely out of the norm of his usual behaviour.   But somehow, he finds himself abandoning his stall and crossing the floor.   “What the hell are you two doing?”   “Yoongi!” You turn, greeting him with a big smile and suddenly that irrational emotion is replaced with something else that sits at his chest. To have your attention, he feels…..satisfied. Even if it’s childish. “I was just talking about the kale shampoo I made, but I think it’s an idea I’m going to have to scrap.”   “Shampoo?”   “It left a sticky mess on my head and took me ten minutes to wash it off,” Jungkook tells and his smile softens at your sigh. “Sorry, Y/N.”   “Maybe kale conditioner would work better....”   At the same time, Jungkook’s name is called by his grandma nearby, so he bids goodbye and a see you later to the both of you. It’s a slow down period right after lunch, so there’s fewer people around and with Yoongi here, you take the opportunity. “Can you watch my stall for me?”    “What?”   “I need to go to the bathroom.” You clasp your hands together and bat your lashes, trying to appeal to him. “Pretty please, Yoongi? I would really, really appreciate it.”   He exhales and waves his hand boredly, not sparing you a glance. But you already know he’s relinquished before he says it. “Fine.”   You jump up with a smile. “Thanks! You’re the best!”   In the next three seconds, you’ve jogged away and Yoongi’s left standing at the market, watching your stall and his stall from across the floor that he abandoned. He wonders how he got into this predicament, but doesn’t dwell when his eyes stray to your bottles of fancy kombucha on display.   He picks up a bottle, curious as to how you made these fancy labels, and he snorts when he notices in tiny text it says, ‘don’t kale me’. You’re such a dork, it’s impossible to believe. Then again, his mom decided to make a pun for the lettuce stall too, so he’s not one to talk.   For a moment, Yoongi ponders what the hell this kale kombucha tastes like.   He got a chance to try it before when you waltz up to him all those weeks ago with a tray of samples, but he denied you out of pride and stubbornness. He knows it must taste somewhat decent if you’re making all those sales. He’s seen people drinking it as they walk around too, but he’ll be damned if he actually went up to you and bought one. He’s sure you’d throw a celebration and do the whole ‘I told you so’ dance if it was actually delicious.   Relinquishing, he places the bottle back on the display.   But then the awful happens. Time slows — there’s a noise and the entire dainty shelf is collapsing. Yoongi is helpless to the way the bottles collide against the ground deafeningly, how the dark green liquid splatters on the concrete, to the way the glass shards spray. He cusses and manages to catch one bottle before turning around.   There are people staring at him — customers alarmed and vendors sympathizing.   But more importantly, you’re standing meters away, returned from the bathroom.   He catches your shock, your confusion, and then the heartbreak — even if it only lasts for a blink before you’re smiling again.   You come over, looking down at the mess. “I didn’t know you hated me this much to sabotage my stuff like this,” you quip jokingly. But there’s no banter or excuses being made. There’s silence. And you lift your eyes to meet Yoongi’s, realizing how mortified he is. “Hey, it’s alright. I knew the shelf had a few loose screws, but I didn’t know it would fall like that. I should’ve fixed it sooner.”   “I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.”   “You don’t really need to do th……”   “I’ll make it up to you,” Yoongi states more firmly than before, eyes darkened and you swallow hard. He knows you’re trying to cover up how hurt you are, how you’re trying to save face and not only is he embarrassed, he’s guilty. “You were supposed to sell all this, weren’t you?”   You give in and Yoongi grabs a broom, aiding you in cleaning up the mess. You’ve never seen him so serious and solemn before, but it makes you glad that he’s the one here to help.   //   At six in the morning, you wake up and less than ten minutes later, you hear the wheezing engine of a truck out front.   The sun was barely on the horizon, but when you walk out to the porch, you discover Yoongi shutting the door of his vehicle and coming up to you. He’s dressed in an oversized purple and black plaid flannel and gray shirt underneath, black hair flopping to the side, features softer than usual. He’s yawning and rubbing his eyes, all too endearing that you have to admit it.   “Mornin’,” you greet with a grin and he merely grunts, gesturing inside your house. A laugh draws out of you and you open the door for him. “You didn’t need to do this, you know. I told you I was totally fine.”   “Just accept my help, lady,” he sighs and looks around your living space, glancing at the polaroids strung above the brick mantle, the recycled jar of flowers on the kitchen counter, and the couch cushions made from flour sacks you reused. You grow warm under his scrutiny, realizing that no one has ever entered your home before. But while you expect to get criticism, Yoongi instead says, “I like what you did with the place. It’s cozy.”   You smile, still a bit self-conscious. “Thanks. Do you want tea? Coffee? Kale juice?”   “I’m fine.” He follows after you, stepping into the kitchen. The space is crowded or maybe it’s just you feeling small with him so close. “I’m here to help. What do you usually do at this time?”   “Well, I usually start by harvesting whatever kale I can. The weather seems good today too and there are some fields that need to be plowed, so I should do that and then plant some seeds…”   “Okay.” He’s already tugging his sleeves up. “Let’s get to it.”   It’s unusual to have someone join you during your morning chores, but it isn’t unwarranted. Granted, you have to teach him a little on the way you do things, but he already knows a lot from working on his own farm and you find Yoongi is a great listener. He might have a blank expression and be exceptionally quiet, but his occasional questions are insightful and he’s attentive when he mimics you.   It’s peaceful — the sun not yet sweltering in the sky or giving an unbearable heat that makes it hard to work, the animals in the far distance not awoken, the breeze curling through your hair. When you look up from your spot, you see Yoongi working as hard as you are and it tickles the corners of your lips into a subtle smile.   Things finish twice as fast and then you’re taking a break, making breakfast for Yoongi.   His company is nice at the table, even when he complains that your sunny side up eggs are too overcooked and you threaten to throw him out. It’s a kind of banter that doesn’t so much irritate you — rather, it keeps you on your toes, making you giggle at witty remarks while he rolls his eyes.   After breakfast, Yoongi insists on washing the dishes and succeeds when he whines and feigns annoyance on how you don’t trust him to clean your plates. He ends up fixing a light fixture in your kitchen too after you mention that it sometimes flickers off and startles you.   He’s helpful and handy, more than you thought he would be, but you try not to get used to it.   “This is where you keep your kombucha?” he asks as you show off the pantry that you’ve practically changed into a cellar.   “Yep.” You tap one of the large jars on the shelf. “It takes five to seven days for it to ferment after I make it. Then, I have to add in the kale and let it ferment for another three days. These babies will be ready for tomorrow. But I have to make a new batch today.”   “That’s a lot of work,” he comments.   “Oh. You haven’t seen it yet.” You brush past him, smirking.   Yoongi looks all too cute in the pink apron. It’s a comical sight and albeit, isn’t actually a part of your usual routine to wear one, you made it up on the fly just to see him wear it and he’s too cute.    “What?” His head whips up, brow cocked at the way you’re grinning.   “Nothing. Hand me that bowl.”   It’s a bit of an irony that Yoongi hasn’t tried any of your kombucha, but is first to learn the recipe from you. You show him how to brew the gallon of black tea, how to add the cup of sugar in and allow it to cool before pouring it into the jar.    “What’s that?” he asks when you’re sticking a rubbery flab into the jar.   “It’s a scoby. It has a bunch of yeast and bacteria that helps with fermentation. It’s made from kombucha, sugar, black tea.” You seal off the jar and Yoongi goes quiet. You look up at him, discovering a thoughtful expression on his face as if he’s impressed you know what you’re doing. “I’m not completely stupid, you know. I know I come across as—”   “I never thought you were dumb,” Yoongi suddenly states without missing a single beat. Your eyes become rounded and the corner of his mouth pulls. “Maybe insensitive and ignorant, but not stupid per se.”   “Hey!”   “There’s a difference,” Yoongi laughs and insists, “Being ignorant means you just haven’t learnt yet, but being stupid means you can’t learn at all.” He ducks when you half-heartedly swing and more chuckles fill the home, including your own. But Yoongi’s right. You had no clue what you were getting yourself into when you first arrived. Everything’s been a learning process, but it finally feels like things are falling into place.   Yoongi helps you wash the kale out back and stays by your side, peering over your shoulder, as you make the kale chips, guacamole and pesto. He stirs and gets ingredients when he can, and you find he has quite a knack for packaging things neatly. He’s somehow careful yet efficient.   “I didn’t know you did so much.”   “Yeah.” You wipe your sweat with the back of your hand. “I try to space everything out, but sometimes everything falls on the same day and I’ve been running low on products, so I can’t put it off.”   He hums, sealing the jar of pesto shut and then working on smoothing the label on the surface.   It’s mid-afternoon already. You didn’t realize how quickly time was going. The golden sun is already coming through the windows of the kitchen as you and Yoongi work across from one another, falling into a lull. You turned the staticky radio on, but it often acts as background noise when either of you start another conversation.   You giggle and he tilts his head up at the noise. “What? Did I put the label on upside down again?”   “No.” You shake your head, smiling to yourself. “It just kind of feels like we’re a married couple, that’s all.”   Unbeknownst to you, Yoongi freezes. But then he eases, the corner of his own mouth tugging.   “You’re not trying to seduce me, are you?”   “Seduce you?!” You scoff, looking up to see him focused on tying the ribbon around the jar. “I have higher standards than that, Min Yoongi.”   “Says the one who’s been flirting with me all morning.”   “I’m not flirting with you.”   “Uh-huh. Don’t tempt me with the suggestion of marriage then. I might actually do it.”   You’re baffled, made speechless with how he twists his words and how sweet he can talk. Your face heats and you know that if you open your mouth, you’ll blubber and make a fool out of yourself. So you opt for a huff and silence which only spurs on his chuckles and inadvertently makes you sulk harder.   If anything Yoongi was the flirt. But you’re not about to declare it in case he asks if that means you’re affected by it. Because you are.   The rest of the afternoon is spent finishing on packaging and storing away the products to sell tomorrow when the Insta spot opens and the following day at the farmers’ market. But as you dust off your hands, you feel the gurgle of your empty stomach and you offer to make him an early dinner.   “Is there anything you want to eat? My cooking skills aren’t that great—”   “Clearly.”   You glare at him. “—but I can look up any recipe you want.”   Yoongi makes a disgruntled noise and he leans over to open your fridge. You peep over his shoulder and at once, blood drains from your face.   “There’s nothing in your fridge, Y/N.” He turns around with puzzlement on his visage. “How did you make breakfast this morning?”   “I….used the last of my eggs to make breakfast. I didn’t think you would actually stick around long enough for dinner.”   “And what would you have eaten tonight if I did leave?” With one foot keeping the fridge open, he starts taking out several things like a maid cleaning out your kitchen. “The strawberries have gone bad...and there’s….mold on the bread. How do you live?”   “My budget was a bit low for this week and I underestimated how much groceries I would need.” When he pulls out the drawer with bundled kale, you stop him. “That’s for me to sell.”    “You don’t eat what you grow?”   “Not really,” you admit. “I don’t actually eat much kale….I brought lots of instant noodles from the city, but I ran out two weeks ago….”   He shuts the fridge. “I’ll talk to my mom and bring more eggs and milk to you more often.”   “You don’t need to do that.”   “No, but I want to.” Looking at you, Yoongi realizes that you’re really just a girl who came from nowhere to start a whole farm. Partly hopeless and causing an urge in him to take care of you, but for some reason, he doesn’t seem to mind as much as he thought he would. “Move. I’ll make dinner. You have some iceberg lettuce and kale that I can work with.”   He starts rolling up his sleeves again and you don’t let your eyes linger on his exposed veiny forearms for long.   You feel a bit embarrassed that you didn’t prepare more and that he caught you at a struggling week. But more than that, guests are supposed to be treated better. “I’m sorry, Yoongi.”   “Don’t be.” As he passes, he plops a hand on your head and you look up at him, surprised at the unusually affectionate gesture. “I’m quite the chef, you know. I make better breakfast than you do.”   Yoongi probably does, but your pride won’t let you admit it. “Psh. You haven’t started yet. Don’t get so cocky.”   You help by setting the table and then pulling a stool to watch him cook. Maybe it’s a bit lame, but you’re impressed at his knife skills and how fast he chops the lettuce and kale into thin strips, keeping a constant rhythm and never once stopping. You scoff when he glances at you with a smirk, but there’s little you can say, especially when he sautes it in a pan with oil and half an onion you have left.   The house is filled with a mouthwatering scent and it’s even more delicious than expected once the plate is plopped down in front of you and you get a taste.   “Oh my god….how did you make this?”   Yoongi smugly shrugs. “I made it up on the fly. Can’t help that my talent is inborn.”   You’re too busy eating to retort with a snarky comment. “Maybe I should marry you.”   He laughs and quickly eats before you steal his own portion.   The sun eventually goes down and it’s hard to say goodbye after one of the best days you’ve had since coming here, but you know you’ll see Yoongi tomorrow and the next day — whether that’s across the acres and through a giant wave or arguing as you do at the market.   He’s always been around, an addition to the farm life itself, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

When Yoongi returns home, he announces that he’s back. There are storming steps, his mom enthusiastic and racing down the stairs to ask him how it went. His dad looks around the living room corner as well, and he sighs at their intrusiveness.   “It was fine.” Yoongi tosses the keys aside, scratching the back of his neck. “She’s actually a lot more hard-working than I expected.”   He walks off before they can bombard him with any more inquiries, but they understand their son well enough and they exchange knowing smiles.

You never expect to see Yoongi awkwardly lingering on your porch like a car salesman, especially considering you were once doing the same thing at his house not long ago. But while he’s here just to deliver some apple pie his mom made, you eagerly pull him inside.   “Why? Why?” he whines childishly, but stumbles after you anyway.   “I need you to try something for me.”   It was an Insta spot day, cars filled in the lot you designated, people from the city out in the back and the chatter loud enough to leak inside the kitchen. Families were strolling about, children picking kale, young adults posing for countless pictures by the picnic blankets and decorations. Yoongi can’t quite understand what their fixation and fascination is to drive all the way out here for such frivolous things, but if it works then it works, he supposes.   You set the apple pie on the table and notice Yoongi peering out of the window, primarily watching the brunette boy fussing about and working the register behind the cute stall you made.   “Oh, that’s Jungkook’s cousin, Jimin,” you tell him, even though he probably already knows. Everyone knew everyone around here. “I hired him to help out.”   “Doing well enough to hire people?” he asks, brow lifted and a smile raising on his cheeks.   “I guess you could say so.” Your pride is supported by the bustle outside the window. “I need all the help I can get.”   “Are you trying to get me to help out too? Because I don’t work for free, lady.”   “Pft. No. I thought you might want to try out the kale kombucha you made with me last week. You came right in time actually. I just got it packaged and everything. Wait here. I’ll go grab a bottle.”   Without another word, you pull the door open and Yoongi sighs with a softened smile, watching you march across the land to chat with Jimin. But within seconds, his attention is taken away by the squeak of the door and a middle aged woman sticking her head through.    “Excuse me,” her voice is shrill, “is there a bathroom in here?”   “Uh…” He’s fairly certain you don’t let anyone inside your house and that he caught sight of fancy porta potties you set up on the side. “No. If you turn the corner, there’re some bathrooms you can use.” Yet, she blinks blankly at him and Yoongi holds his long exhale in his nose. Whatever your intentions are, it seems like he’s working for you anyhow. “I can show you.”   Yoongi hopes he’s not wrong or it’ll be terribly awkward, but luckily for him, there’s indeed bright blue stalls and the woman thanks him as she waddles off. But he can’t take refuge inside your home when he’s interrupted by someone again.   “Excuse me!” This time it’s a group of girls around his age giggling with caked makeup and dressed in short rompers. They thrust their phones forward before he can utter a word. “Can you please take some pictures for us?”   “Uh, sure.”   Yoongi feels out of his depth. Embarrassed. While you knew nothing about farm life, he knows nothing about city life. You might’ve disproved a lot of prejudices and stereotypes he held, but he still feels awkward and out of place in their scrutiny. Like he’s part of a completely different world, and he’s not sure what to say or how to act.   But he still tries and crouches down, trying to frame the photo and catch the trees in the back with the stringed fairy lights above. “One. Two. Three. Smile.”   “Thanks!” The girl comes forward to look, but before he can ask if it’s good enough, her friend comes up to him with another phone.   “Can you take another one?”   “Alright.” He gets back into place and times it. “One. Two. Three.”   Yoongi hands back the device and is about to duck his head and seek refuge no matter who calls out to him, but the girl stops in front of him with a brightened smile. “Is it alright if you take a photo with me? I’ve never had a picture with a farmer before!”   Yoongi sputters, speechless. For one, he hasn’t taken a photo in years, much less for a stranger’s personal collection. And secondly, he’s not some spectacle to be gawked at. He’s not some dancing monkey or clown. Not a poster boy or a cardboard cutout. This is his life—   “I’m sorry.” A voice calmly cuts through his annoyance and Yoongi feels a hand against his shoulder. You’re beside him with a polite smile. “Staff aren’t allowed to be photographed.”   “Oh. Okay.”   They walk off and resume their activities. You take Yoongi’s hand and tilt your head towards the door. “C’mon. Let’s go back inside.”   He feels safe inside your house again when he can remain an observer and not a participant.   “Sorry about that. Some people can be a bit insensitive, but most of them have good intentions.”   “It’s fine.”   You pour out the bottle of amber liquid into a tall glass. “They probably just wanted a photo since you’re good-looking.”   “What?” Yoongi snorts and turns around with a grin. “So you think I’m good-looking?”   “Isn’t that a fact? That’s why people were staring at you. The whole rugged look works well for you.” You plop down the glass in front of him before you can think twice about the honesty that just unabashedly spilled from your mouth. “Try it. You had a part in making it, so it’s only right, right? And if you like it, I’ll even let you bring some home.”   He rolls his eyes at your mischievous smile and lifts the glass to his lips. It’s fizzy, and the taste is both tart and slightly sweet. It reminds Yoongi of sparkling cider, but with a herbal hint that he assumes is the kale. He doesn’t utter a word, even when you’re watching him intently. But after Yoongi smacks his lips together, he goes for a second sip.   And you take that as a positive sign. “You like it?!”   He’s startled at your overly excited voice. “It’s not bad.”   “See?! I knew it! All you needed to do was to try my amazing kombucha recipe and your mind would be changed. Didn’t I say that? I totally told you I would get you to like kale!”   “Hold on, hold on.” Yoongi stops you in your ramble. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. I only said it was decent.”   You laugh. “Sure. Whatever you say.”   He sighs, but ruffles your hair as he walks past, already bidding goodbye. “Get back to work.”   “Yes, sir.” You dramatically salute him and he leaves through the front door. But then it hits you a moment later. “Wait a minute….”    This is your farm. Not his.   //   You’re thriving in more ways than one. Aside from your personal projects on the farm, you’ve gotten yourself established at the market, like one of the decade long vendors who’ve spent their whole lives here. After a few months of setting up your stall, now everyone knows you by first name basis. A few older ladies even gave you the nickname of Sunshine and it only makes you love them more.   “You’re staring at her a lot, Yoonie.” His mother nudges him and he tears his eyes away from you across the market floor.   “No, I’m not.” He’s not sure why he bothers. Yoongi feels like a child trying to deny the obvious.   “Go talk to her. Lookin’ is not gonna do you any favours, young man. You have to talk.”   Yoongi already knows — he doesn’t need his mother to tell him.   “She’s busy,” he grumbles, “I’ll talk to her later.”    Fortunately, a customer comes up and Yoongi takes the opportunity to escape the conversation, immediately moving to ring them up and leaving his mom with a hopeless sigh.   At the same time, someone approaches you. After taking a sample from the tray, she decides to purchase a whole case of pesto much to your delight. “I actually bought smoothie and kombucha from you last week,” the lady mentions as you’re packing it up for her and you nod.   “I know. You bought two large smoothies and half a case of kombucha, right?”   Pleasant surprise takes hold of her expression. “How do you remember? Don’t you get a lot of customers?”   “I remember most of them, but I especially remember your Chanel classic handbag,” you point out with a smile. “The medium pink is a rarer one, plus it’s not the kind of thing lots of people wear in this sort of place.”   “You have a good eye,” the lady notes and you take the compliment. “It’s the only flashy thing I own and I have no other place to wear it aside from running errands.”   “Oh trust me, I’m like that too.” You grin, finishing up and passing the machine card for her to tap and pay. “I find that as long as you have confidence, you can pull anything off and it makes running errands a lot more fun.”   The lady laughs and easily agrees. She takes the box you offer her, but lingers. “Your kombucha and your smoothies are delicious by the way, and the pesto seems pretty good too.”   “Thank you. It took me a while to narrow down the recipe, but I think I nailed it.”    “You did.” She affirms and then out of the blue, asks, “Would you be willing to sell your products at the supermart? It’s a local grocery store I run with my husband, five miles from here, just down Imlings road.”   You’re speechless, blinking twice at her as your mouth opens and closes. The older woman waits patiently with a smile and you muster a half-coherent answer. “I-I would definitely consider it!”   “Great.” She smiles and then reaches over to her pocket. The woman hands you a business card. “Some folks around here have contracts with me too, and I’d love to add your products on the shelf. Give me a call some time tomorrow and we can chat about the details.”   You’re stunned and only broken out of your trance when a customer comes up and clears their throat.   It’s a triumphant day. You feel like you’re floating, walking on clouds — and Jungkook notices how you’re humming to yourself too and boyishly grins. “Something good happen, Y/N?”   The pair of you are walking out, Jungkook carrying your boxes as you lug your totes with you while waving goodbye to the other vendors that were leaving for the evening. “Just everything. I feel like things are going right for me, you know? And that’s kind of rare for me.”   “No, I get you. Pop always says there are rainbows after the storm. Then again, he always says how the Kim’s are running around like chickens with their heads cut off.”   That makes you laugh, but then the two of you interrupted by a sharp cry of your name. “Y/N!”   You witness Yoongi running up to you, completely out of breath.    “Hey. Are you okay? Where did you even come from?”   “Never mind that.” He straightens out. “Let me drive you back.”   “Oh, Jungkook was just going to….”   “Nah.” He insists and takes the boxes from the younger boy. “Our houses are closer together anyway. I don’t mind.”   “What about your mom?”   “She’s already left since she’s having dinner with a friend.”   You look at Jungkook who’s wholly confused, a deer in headlights and you decide to spare him from the trouble. “Well, alright. Thanks then.”   It feels a bit odd, but you take him on the offer and bid Jungkook a goodbye. The rest of your kale and belongings are packed into the back of Yoongi’s truck before you’re getting in. It’s old and worn, but the vehicle feels like it’s full of memories. You buckle yourself in and then he’s driving off with the fuzzy radio playing in the background as the golden sun sets over the horizon.   “Jungkook ain’t shit,” Yoongi suddenly pipes up after a moment. You glance over to discover him looking straight out the windshield, hands gripped on the steering wheel. And you burst out laughing.   “What?”   “He was seeing Aria for a while and then left her for the hills, so he’s got a reputation around here. I thought I should let you know.”   You see him peek at you in the corner of your eye, but you can’t repress your grin. “You sound like a boyfriend.”   “Yeah, well, I’m actually a good one.”   “Oh yeah?”   Yoongi’s knuckles are white and with the way his tongue peeks out to lick the seam of his lips, you wonder if he’s nervous. “I could show you.”   A giddy giggle that belongs to the sixteen-year-old you bubbles out. “And what would dating Min Yoongi look like?”   Yoongi plays off of your playful tone. “For one, I haven’t gotten to show you around properly yet and you still haven’t gone to one of Taehyung’s bonfire parties. He’s the guy with the strawberry farm. And I have access to his exclusive parties cause we went to school together, so you could use me to get in.”   “Hmmm….you drive a hard bargain, Min Yoongi.”   “I know how to cook a mean dinner if you give me real ingredients too.”   You laugh again, leaning your head back against the seat. “You’re too good at sweet-talking. Does your mother know you chat up girls like this?”   “Maybe. But I only really sweet talk you.”   He’s bold tonight and it’s not doing good things to you.   Your face is heating and you’re incessantly tapping your fingers against your leg. Beneath the lighthearted flirtation was a sort of simmering nervousness that’s filled with questions of if the line is going to be crossed and when that would be, and who would be the first to make the move.   Yoongi parks the car in front of your house and pulls the keys out of the ignition.   The pair of you naturally shift and look at one another. Your gazes lock together and there are three seconds of tense silence — neither wanting to get out, to break the rather intimate moment. Where you muse how brown his eyes are and Yoongi, himself, hitches his breath.   And then you’re lurching over for a kiss.   It’s all mouths and noses bumping together, obscene and sloppy, but a long time coming. His lips are softer than expected, only chapped at the corners, but you don’t get to think about it for too long or deepen the kiss. Not when you’re too busy giggling and laughing against him.   You pull apart, hands grasping onto the collar of his loose flannel. “You’re so eager.”   It’s a bit unusual to see Yoongi be anything other than annoyed or composed, but you soak it up as much as you can. The sunset is painting his skin golden and the car smells like him too. It seems like you’re surrounded in Min Yoongi and it’s fully welcomed.   “You are too,” he retorts on an exhale, hand skimming down to the dips of your waist. But then Yoongi swallows hard and retracts. He leans his arm on the steering wheel and looks out the window in disappointment. You wonder if you did something wron— “I can’t stain the truck. My mom has hawk eyes and she’s gonna know if we do something, and I’d rather she not.”   You scoff and lean forward, swift enough to plant a kiss on his cheek and pull away. “For such a good talker, you sure are stupid, Yoongi. There’s a whole house behind you and no one in it.”   A gummy smile spreads into his face and you feign a tired huff, lifting your chin and sticking your nose in the air. You add, “But for your information, I only give people the time of day when they make it worth it for me.”   He’s already opening the door and accepting the challenge before you can finish.    “Oh, I’ll make it worth it alright.”   You find out that Yoongi has a dirty mouth and an even nastier tongue. Part of you always wondered if he hated your guts, but you couldn’t be any more wrong.    You’re tugging on the strands of his hair, chest rising and falling as you pant. “W-Where did you learn how to do that?”    The bastard shrugs with a smug smile. “I might be unlikable, but I’ve had plenty of practice before.”   “Oh yeah?” The corner of your own mouth tugs. “With who?”   Yoongi grins and lifts himself up to plant a sweet kiss against your lips. “You wouldn’t know them. But they’re not as important as you are.”   “I’m going to choke over your greasiness, Min Yoongi.”   “Good. Choke.”   “You’re gonna have to stuff me with your cock first.”   Yoongi laughs at how you’re desperately tugging him closer to you, but he easily agrees with one condition— “Only if you’re good for me.”   The pair of you are sweaty when you finish. You thought the old bed frame was going to give up mid-way. Luckily, it held up even with all its loud squeaks and creaks. But you wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a dent where the headboard slammed against the wall.    But you’ll count your losses later. You’re just relieved that there was no one in the house.   While Yoongi might’ve been all soft groans and rapid exhales, he made you absent-minded to your own noises that somehow leaves your throat sore. You’re sure anyone who would’ve stood by your porch would’ve heard and been scandalized for the rest of their life.   “You know.” You turn to Yoongi, having stared at the ceiling. His eyes meet yours. “You’re pretty good for a farm boy.”   The playful quip ticks him off enough that he does it again. Yoongi pins you underneath him and is merciless. Your bubbling giggles turn to tears leaking down the side of your face from overstimulation, but you climax again through a moaning apology.   When you’re spent, Yoongi collapses next to you.    You’re surprised at how cuddly he is, how he naturally reaches for you, torso molding against yours and arms wrapped around your waist. In spite of feeling hot and sweaty, Yoongi holds you against him and you relish in it. “How is it possible that no one’s snatched you up yet?”   “Maybe it’s because I’m known to be standoffish.” He smiles against your temple, soothed by the way you run your fingers through the strands of his hair. “And what about you? Do you have a boyfriend or a husband I don’t know about that’s waiting in the city?”   “No. No one’s drawn me in quite like you have.”   Yoongi’s smile pulls into a grin, and the pair of you are lulled by each other’s inhales and exhales, unintentionally falling asleep in one another’s embraces like lovers underneath tree canopies on a Summer afternoon.   It’s some of the most peaceful sleep you’ve had, but then you’re shaken awake by a rattle and an ‘ow’. Your eyes open to find the other side of the bed empty and Yoongi nursing his hip after presumably bumping into your nightstand. You sit up, disoriented as he’s hopping up and down, barely getting his pants on.   “I need to get home before my parents find out I was gone the entire night and start asking questions.” His voice is thick and husky, hair in a disarray, eyes bleary and barely awake.   His panic makes you giggle and you watch him struggle to put on his clothes. Peeking outside, the sun isn’t up yet and the clock reads that it’s five in the morning. “Are they even awake this early, Yoongi?”   “I don’t know. Sometimes.” He fiddles with his flannel, putting his arms through the wrong holes, and even when he figures it out, he doesn’t realize it’s inside out. “I’ll...see you later?”   “Wait. Yoongi.” You stop him for a second and he turns around. It feels awfully juvenile, like you’ve reverted back into your sixteen-year-old self that giggles over crushes, but Yoongi always seems to make you feel that way. “Are we….dating now?”   “If I didn’t make it any more clear last night and by sleeping over, then I don’t know what else to do.”   It takes a beat for the words to sink in, but once it does, a bright and overexcited smile overcomes your features. Yoongi snorts before the corners of his own mouth tickles.   When he’s gone, you discover that you miss him already.

The morning alarm rings at six. But by then, you’re already up.   You’ve fallen into a natural schedule, a cycle that your body has picked up on and has awoken before anything needs to call you. And after brushing your teeth and running a comb through your hair, you’re taking care of your farm. Plowing fields. Harvesting kale. Having breakfast.   You also package the last of the pesto and guacamole, pouring the kombucha into the bottles with the proper labels. Some of which are prepared for the grocery store to pick up while others are packed for tomorrow. Afterwards, you come to the farmers’ market and meet Hoseok, a boy you’ve hired to help you take over. He helps you man the stall and the cash register, giving you the freedom to chat with customers and other vendors or complete other tasks with Jungkook.   By afternoon, you come back to the farm to check out the Insta spot and aid Jimin in running things smoothly.   “This is beautiful, Y/N.” Today, you’re graced by a few friends from the city. They drove out here after you reached out to them again and you couldn’t be more pleased from their genuine reactions. “When you said you were coming out to start a farm...I didn’t imagine this.”    “It took a lot of work, but it’s not half bad, right?”   Mina leans in, eyes flickering around. “Where’s this infamous Yoongi?”   A laugh spills from you. “He’s busy. You’ll see him next time.”   “I keep hearing about him, but I haven’t even seen him or his picture once,” Tiffany huffs. “I’m beginning to think he’s fake.”   You grin and insist, “I promise you he’s real.”   “Oh my god!” Yeri startles the group by the sheer urgency in her voice, but when you all swivel to her, she has her phone held in the air, screen directed to her face. “This is the perfect lighting! Guys, come here and take selfies up before the sun moves!”    You can’t help smiling as you watch them, matching their footsteps as they approach the fields. You can tell that they’re still surprised, that they love what you did — and you couldn’t be prouder.   At ten at night, the last people have filtered out and you bid them goodbye.   “Great job, Jimin. Thanks for the help as usual. It didn’t get too busy when I was gone, right?”   “Not at all.” The brunette with the polite smile shakes his head. “Oh, but the customer feedback box was full. I put it in the living room for you.”   “I saw that. Thank you. I’ll take a look tomorrow.” Looking ready to go, you walk him to the door. “Rest up then! I’ll see you tomorrow.”   “Goodnight, Y/N.”   But as one man leaves, you catch another down the road. The familiar truck is chugging, head beams piercing through the darkness settling across the horizon. Jimin recognizes it too after months of the same routine and smiles at you before he’s on his way.   The truck is parked on your lawn and the dark-haired man in the flannel is already smiling when he catches you through the front windshield. He opens the door and slams it shut as you lean against the doorframe, arms crossed and the screen door held behind you.   “Well, well, well. Look at what the cat dragged in.”   Yoongi chuckles and grabs a crate from the back of his truck. “It’s groceries from my parents.”   He meets you at the porch and plants a chaste kiss on your lips as a greeting. You follow him into the kitchen as he beelines to it. It’s almost like this is his home — an idea that tempts you greatly.   “Aw, she packed me more pie.” There’s goat’s milk too and you store it in the fridge as Yoongi organizes your cabinet, making sure there’s enough sustenance to keep you healthy for the week. You’ve already told him that you could take care of yourself, but he’s stood firm and you didn’t argue. It was a guilty pleasure to be pampered by Yoongi after all, and you weren’t about to refuse it.   “My parents want you to come over soon. They keep asking me about you.”   You nod. “I’m happy to come over whenever they want. But I should probably bake something. Your mom always makes me food.”   “Nah. She does it cause she likes to. How about Tuesday?”   “That works for me.”   “Have you eaten yet?”   One shake of your head leads to him cooking and then the pair of you sitting at the table across from one another and sharing a warm meal. You ask Yoongi about his day and he tells you about bailing Namjoon and Taehyung out of jail. Apparently, they landed themselves into trouble after they lost their cow and went looking for it. Yet somehow, they ended up miles away on an orchard farm where they had a confrontation with an old grump and got arrested for trespassing.   But as exasperated as Yoongi likes to act, the irony isn’t lost on you how he drove that far out to bail them out and keep the secret from their parents. He’s the kind of man that conveys his feelings through his actions instead of his words and you’ve come to endear that quirk about him.   After dinner and cleaning up, you turn on the twinkling fairy lights strung along the backyard and stand on your patio, leaning against the banister. The land and rows of kale are strangely bare without people and the ruckus of crowds, yet there’s a certain peacefulness of the uncertain horizon.   “What’re you thinking about?” A husky voice sounds beside you as Yoongi meets your side.   “Nothing.” You shake your head. “All day I’ve been feeling proud of myself, that’s all. I think...my grandfather would be proud of me too.”   “Of course he would be.” Yoongi drapes his arm around your shoulder. “I’m proud of you too.”   As calm and detached as Yoongi may be at times, he still has the effect of catching you off guard when he sweet talks. And it’s a kind of duality that makes you adore him even more.   You wrap your arm around his slim waist, grinning and he plants a wet kiss at your forehead.   “Hey, Yoongi. Since you love me….does that mean you love kale too?”   “Those things are mutually exclusive.”   “But kale is my lifeblood.” You look up at him. “You can’t love me without loving kale.”   He scoffs at your ridiculous argument, but it’s pointless back and forths like this that you enjoy the most. Especially when Yoongi gives in. “Fine. I love kale. But for the record, I love you a lot more.”   You laugh and lean your head on his shoulder. “I’m glad I came here.”   You’re glad you never gave up or gave in to the discouragement of your family, the apprehension of your friends or the voice inside your own mind.    You’ve finally found your place.   “I’m glad too.”   There’s no need to go home when home is right here.

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Even His Name - Part 1

Sirius Black x OC

Summary: Friends forever? Maybe. Maybe not.

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, slight consent issues, 18+ please due to NSFW content including unprotected* sex. The age of consent in the UK is 16, sorry if that’s not in line with the laws in your own country/state.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

A/N: Looking at this photo, I can kinda see why Ben Barnes got fancast as Sirius Black. This story is non-canon and takes place in my imaginary HP AU with OC, Celeste (meaning celestial or heavenly).

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Sirius Black. Even his name was beautiful.

She watched his tall, lean figure approaching as she sat & relaxed against one of the shady trees beside the lake.

She drank in every last detail before he got too close, before her out-and-out staring was noticeable to him.

The lazily slouching but graceful walk, his long legs eating up the distance between them.

The pale, porcelain-like skin, the aristocratic cheekbones, the trendy light scruff of moustache with matching scruff along his jawline, the full sensuous lips, the famed long black wavy hair. And of course, those hypnotic grey eyes, ringed by long dark lashes. Those eyes could change like mercury, from silver to dark pewter within a heartbeat.

As he got got closer, her eyes almost totally closed, but she wasn’t dozing off, it was a ruse to disguise her intense staring. Her eyes continued to eat him up like he was a very large chocolate eclair.

It was Saturday, so no school uniform. Trademark bad-boy attire, then. Her heart sped up at the sight of the scuffed leather biker jacket, the Led Zeppelin t-shirt, distressed jeans & leather work boots. Not properly laced up... of course.

All in black, a living embodiment of his name.

She heaved a long sigh, letting it escape without thought, and her eyes closed fully.

She was aware of a shadow blocking the sunlight falling on her closed eyelids. The sound of somebody settling themselves down next to her, still partly casting a shadow onto her.

Her eyes opened a sliver, and her head rolled to the side towards him of its own accord.

“What’s the big sigh for, Celeste?” in his deep, slightly hoarse, breathy voice. The voice which sent a thousand female hearts beating like drums.

“Sirius.” She sighed again, her eyes opening slowly. “You’re blocking my sun.”

He grinned, chuckling. He gestured to his body with one hand, “This ... masterpiece... of a man joins you for a pleasant interlude by the lake, and all you can say is that I’m blocking your rays?!”

“Yeah.”

He chuckled again. “Ah c’mon, you know you love me.”

She rolled her head back to its original position. “Keep telling yourself that.”

“And maybe it’ll come true?” he smirked.

“When hell freezes over.”

He leant over, placing his head on her shoulder as he did so, puppy dog eyes in play, complete with pouted bottom lip.

“Now, you know that isn’t true. You’re desperate to get me into the sack.”

“But, Sirius,” she said innocently, “there wouldn’t be enough room in the bed for me, what with you and your massive ego already in it.”

His head shot back, his unmistakable & glorious barking laugh issuing forth & attracting the attention of every female within earshot.

“You’re hysterical,” he continued laughing, more quietly. “No, I’m Celeste,” she smirked, throwing her version of his favourite line back at him.

He groaned, “You’d use my own comeback against me? Really?”

“Every time,” she nodded.

He was grinning back at her, when she was suddenly aware of another shadow falling across her. She frowned involuntarily, looking up to see who it was. A tall Ravenclaw girl stood there, confidently smirking down at Sirius. She didn’t spare his current companion even a glance.

“Hi,” she smiled brightly at him. “Thought you’d maybe like to take a walk with me, Siri?” giving him a suggestive sideways look, all the while twirling a strand of her long brown hair round a finger.

Celeste rolled her eyes, smirking & tutting loudly. She muttered, “Pathetic,” under her breath & began to gather her books, getting ready to ‘exit stage left’.

Sirius looked over at her, smiling and laying his hand on her arm, stilling her movement.

He looked up at the other girl. “Sorry, love,” he said with a grin, “spending some one-on-one time with my best girl here.”

She still didn’t look at his ‘best girl’. “Well, why don’t I just join you here while you do that, and then we can go for a walk by ourselves afterwards?”

Sirius looked down, and Celeste knew what was coming next. He’d given her his polite brush-off, now here came the not-so-polite one.

“Didn’t you hear what I just said? I’m here with Celeste,” he said, voice harsh, glaring back up at her.

She stopped twirling that lock of hair, recoiling from his glare & tone. “Well, you know, I just thought...”

“You just thought wrong then, didn’t you! Now, run along dear, off you go.” Voice cold, eyes narrowed.

She turned on her heel and scuttled back to her little band of giggling friends. Something told Celeste that her friends wouldn’t be all that sympathetic. If there was one thing almost guaranteed to break up friendship groups, it was who did, or didn’t have, Sirius’ attention.

Celeste laughed, “Lordy, I don’t know how you put up with all that fangirling.... ‘Siri’.” she imitated the girl in a high-pitched tone. “They make me ashamed to be a woman. Don’t they have any self-respect?!”

Sirius laughed, “But Cel, they’re just rightfully worshipping ... this!” Again, one hand gesturing up & down the length of his body.

“What.. a skinny boy?” she questioned, looking him up & down, “Really? What’s the attraction then?” she laughed.

He’d sat up straight as she’d been speaking, faux offended. “Celeste! How could you? Firstly, I am a man, not a boy.”

“Sirius, you’re sixteen. You.. are.. a.. boy!”

“Nah, nah, nah! I.. am.. a.. man!” dramatically emulating her slow delivery before continuing, “And I’m nearly seventeen. Secondly, I am not skinny. I’m tall and athletic.”

“Skinny.”

“Athletic!”

She laughed. “You don’t even play Quidditch any more. So where do you get this ‘athleticism’ from? Running away from Filch and the prefects after a prank?!”

“Thank you for answering your own question!” he said, laughing back at her.

He again leant towards her, eyes boring into hers, changing to dark & stormy mode, lips so close that she felt the little huffs of his breath on her own lips as he spoke.

“Don’t fight it, Cel. Just give in and admit you want me! We’ll head to my dorm right now and spend the entire night together, having hot, sensual, sheet-tangling sex!”

She burst out laughing, turning away momentarily, eager to break the close proximity to him. “The gods love a trier, Sirius. Pity I don’t.” She looked back at him, “And no doubt one of your fangirls is already curled up under your quilt, just waiting on the god that is Sirius Black to arrive and rock her world!!”

“My bed is exclusively reserved for you.”

“OK... curled up in her bed then, waiting on Mr I Never Stay The Night to arrive.”

“You pierce my heart!”

“Sirius, you may be one of my closest friends, but I can honestly say that you, within just the last few weeks, have become a total man-whore. And a barely legal one at that.”

“Celeste!! Just bloody well admit you want me.”

“Can’t that huge ego of yours handle the fact that there’s at least one girl in this school who doesn’t drop her panties the second you look at her?!” her laughter pealed out over the surrounding area, catching the attention of and sparking the venomous jealousy of the Sirius Fangirls’ Club.

He also burst out laughing, inciting the Fangirls even more.

“Ah.... Cel, my ego is perpetually the size of a peanut whenever you’re around.” Innocence personified, wide grey eyes gazed at her. “It never gets the chance to grow any bigger.”

Then the trademark smirk appeared. “Unlike a certain other part of my anatomy.” One eyebrow quirked up at her, long fingers slinking down onto his jeans zip. She couldn’t stop her eyes following them. His lips slid upwards into a pleased grin.

“Urggghhh!” she groaned, closing her eyes briefly before starting to pack up her stuff. “On that note, I’m off!”

“Awww, don’t go! This was just about to get interesting. You almost agreed to give me a quick blowjob!”

She stood up, brushing grass off her denim cutoffs and slipping on her low wedge sandals. Sirius raked his eyes up and down her figure as she did so.

She leant back down to him, knowing full well that he was getting an eyeful down her tastefully low-cut frilly top. She had on a translucent lacy bra, and she heard his breath catch as soon as he spotted it.

Putting her lips right next to his ear, she said, “Firstly, I don’t give blowjobs to sixteen-year-old skinny boys.” She huffed out a breath onto his earlobe, “And secondly, even if I did, it would.. not.. just be a quickie, darling.”

She pulled back and stood up straight, looking down at Sirius. A deep pink blush was spreading up from his neck over the entirety of his handsome face, his mouth hung slightly open and his eyes were wide, a glazed look in them.

She grinned, starting to walk away, “Have fun with the fangirls, Sirius!”

He was still staring after her when the first wave of girlies washed over him, clamouring for his attention in various tried, tested and (to him, at that moment) very tedious ways.

They were all to be disappointed. Sirius swatted them off like they were so many irritating mosquitoes, stretching out & lying on his back with his hands crossed under his head, staring up into the blue of the early autumn sky, deep in thought.

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She leisurely strolled back to the castle, sniggering to herself at how easy it had been to wind Sirius up into a tight spring.

Her smirk dropped somewhat though, when she contemplated the bigger picture. What a shitshow.

She was slap-bang in the middle of the biggest cliché the fates had ever created. Best friend really fancies best friend, but won’t admit it in case it either doesn’t work out and/or ruins the friendship. Yeah... that old chestnut.

Sighing, she made her way to the Gryffindor common room, spotting Lily and Mary on their favourite corner sofa. She plopped herself down next to them, instantly becoming enmeshed in the girlie gossip which was currently in progress.

However her mind drifted to the beginning of that school year, their sixth, when she and Sirius had met up again after the summer holidays on the Hogwarts Express. She’d been frankly amazed at the change in him after such a short time.

From awkward, gawky schoolboy to man-god in the space of a couple of months.

She learned from him that he’d run away from Grimmauld Place at the beginning of the holidays and was now living at the Potters’. She was very glad to hear that, knowing what he’d gone through at the hands of his parents. He certainly seemed to be thriving there, having apparently sprouted quite a bit over the summer.

Everything about him suddenly seemed long & slim. Long legs and arms, with big hands and big feet to match. Long slim fingers. Long slim feet & toes which she stared at, fascinated, every time she caught a glimpse of them.

She’d instantly known that their friendship would change in future. She’d never thought of Sirius as anything except a little schoolboy buddy, but over the summer he’d emerged from his post-pubescent chrysalis as a hot, sexy teenager with shoulder-length hair, designer stubble and attitude with a capital A.

He’d always attracted a fair bit of female attention over the years. He’d never really acted on it though, too caught up in Marauders mischief to care.

But holy hell...now? All the girlies were going to go batshit crazy over him.

He’d also - right there on the train no less! - boxed her into a corner and immediately started flirting up a storm, which had mildly terrified her. This was the guy who, only two months before, had been a kind of surrogate brother figure in her life for the previous 5 years.

Now he was making sexual innuendoes and inviting her into his bed every five minutes. She just couldn’t figure out his agenda.

As predicted, at the start of term, the Hogwarts female population - irrespective of year - quickly lined up behind Sirius and adoringly dogged his every footstep. As did a fair proportion of the male population, it has to be said.

Sirius quickly accepted his new-found godlike status & revelled in it. Flirting his way around school and through classes and meals. Getting caught in broom closets, empty classrooms and corridors, snogging for Britain.

It was only 4 weeks into the new term and she already found it all mildly disgusting. Hence she’d decided to knock the flirtatious idiot back down a peg or two every chance she got.

However, his flirting behaviour with her hadn’t dialled back at all, if anything it had increased, and this is what she was pondering on.

Her name was suddenly yelled right into her face. Lily was staring at her as if she was an alien.

“Uh, sorry - what?”

“We’ve been waiting on you to answer Mary’s question, for like, 15 minutes.”

“Oh shut up! I just zoned out for a minute or two.”

Mary sniggered, “And no prizes for guessing who the subject matter of said zoning out was!!”

She sighed. “OK, OK, alright - yes - it was Sirius.”

Scoffing noises from her friends.

“Look - I just can’t get my head round the way he’s still behaving towards me. Flirting & shit.”

She shook her head, and continued, “This was my annoying little ‘school brother’ 3 months ago! So he’s either had a brain meltdown and actually fancies me, or else he’s practicing all that crap on me to then use on his fan girls! And let’s be honest, one reason’s as bad as the other!”

They both exchanged significant looks, grinning at each other.

She huffed, “What’s wrong now?! I’ve just told you what’s on my mind!”

“Can you, hand on heart, swear you don’t fancy the pants off Sirius?” asked Lily.

“Look, I can see why girls find him attractive, yeah. But you’re forgetting that for five years, he was...”

“Yeah, yeah,” interrupted Mary, rolling her eyes, “..your surrogate little brother.”

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@omgrachwrites

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[yourkeeperoftherunners]

Unparalleled Service [BTS J-Hope]

Plot: “I can’t believe you’re giving into this ugly trend!” Your best friend insists on blowing her tax refund on an ugly pair of trendy platform sneakers that everyone and their cousins seem to be wearing. You wished you could talk some sense into her about her questionable shoe taste, seeing as a $900 pair is outrageous. “I know they’re heavy, but trust me, they’re really comfortable,” the ginger-haired clerk chirps with a smile.

Rating: PG (Language)

Characters: Balenciaga Retail Clerk!Hoseok (J-Hope) x Reader (Any gender), Erin OC

Notes: Part of the Unparalleled Service series I’ve planned. I own nothing except for the idea and setting. Inspired by the author’s personal encounters with the rare friendly or welcoming clerks in high end brand boutiques. I always think back to the Run!BTS episode where the members had dress each other in their own clothes and everyone commented how heavy J-Hope’s Balenciaga sneakers were.

If you file taxes and are expecting a refund this year, spend or save wisely!

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Erin

Guess who got a tax refund? Sent 11:28 AM

Y/N

Hmmm... Sent 11:30 AM

Maybe it’s you? Sent 11:31 AM

“Y/N, are you taking lunch now?”

You snapped your head up and and nodded as you turned to face your manager. With your free hand, you gestured to the clock on the wall and explained you started your lunch break 3 minutes ago.

“Do you need my help with something?” you asked your manager as you pocketed your phone.

Your manager shook his head and explained that he had a question for you, but it could wait. “It was about a report,” he said. “I couldn’t remember if you were handling it this week while Sandra’s on vacation or the intern was.”

At the mention of her title, the intern stuck her head out of her cubicle and waved a hand. “I’m handling it Sir. I’m almost done with compiling the data and I’ll send it before the day’s over.”

Your manager thanked the intern and excused himself, before telling you to enjoy your lunch. You thanked him and saw that Erin had sent more messages, one including a picture.

I’ll read them later, you thought.

After the day ended, Erin called you and apologized for texting you during work hours.

“I’m so sorry Y/N,” she said. “I completely forgot that you usually don’t take lunch until noon. You didn’t get in trouble, did you?”

“I actually took an early lunch today, so no I was fine,” you replied. You put her on speaker as you took at look at the texts and pictures she sent you earlier. The photo took a moment to load, but you immediately recognized the shoes she sent you.

“I know what you’re going to say,” she began, “but I budgeted out my expenses and I have plenty of money to keep me afloat if I wanna use my refund for something fun.”

You sighed as you moved the phone to your other hand. “You could go to a thrift store and find a similar pair of platform sneakers that a Spice Girl probably wore in the 90s.”

“Ha ha, very funny,” Erin replied. “I’m serious, I wear sneakers and I want an upscale sneaker. Not an Air Jordan, not a running shoe –”

“What’s wrong with the Gucci Ace sneakers?” you interrupted her.

Erin scoffed and she shot back that everyone was wearing those. “They’re too basic and I don’t like that they’re so flat!”

But they’re cheaper than these ripoffs of the 90s sneakers, you thought. You were glad Erin couldn’t see you rolling your eyes now about her potential purchase.

“Look, I want to try them on in store and make sure I like them or that I know my size,” Erin explained. “It’s safer than hoping I’m getting a real pair on a resale site. There’s been a lot of fakes lately.”

“True,” you sighed. “Are you asking me to join you at the Balenciaga store at that really snooty mall in our area?”

“Please and thank you,” Erin replied.

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Erin picked you up on the weekend and brought you your favorite morning beverage, prepared exactly the way you liked it. She passed over a bag with breakfast sandwiches and encouraged you to take one to enjoy during the drive over.

“Thanks for coming with me Y/N,” she said as she focused on the road ahead. “I know these aren’t your favorite shoes, but I’d like an honest opinion and you wouldn’t lie to me about how they really looked. Maybe I’ll hate them.”

“Or maybe you’ll find something else you love,” you offered.

You finished your breakfast and Erin continued to drive until she spotted the freeway exit for the mall. She carefully moved over and headed for the exit ramp. Once she stopped at the light, she turned left and moved into the lane for the parking structure.

“What else is here at his mall?” you asked as you kept your eyes peeled for parking spots.

Erin named some top luxury brands and department stores off the top of her head as she pulled into the parking structure and slowed down to look for empty parking spots. You pointed out one spot and she put on her directional and turned the wheel to move into the space.

“Do you have a back-up idea in mind? I mean, in case you don’t buy the shoes?” you asked.

“I’m considering something from Off-White’s line – not the Nike collabs because they’re impossible to get, but they have regular sneakers from their own line. Could also look at Louis Vuitton too...” Erin trailed off. “But start at Balenciaga first.”

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Why is there a line? you thought as you both approached the store. Scratch that, two lines – one on the left, which was longer, and the one on the right, which was shorter.

“Appointments versus walk-ins,” Erin explained as she pointed at the right side, then the left. “I booked an appointment – most people were saying it’s faster that way.”

“Smart,” you murmured as you followed her to the line on the right side of the entrance.

A clerk with a tablet approached the line and began checking with everyone for the times of their appointments. When he got to you and Erin, Erin mentioned that she booked a 10:30 AM appointment with whoever was available.

“Perfect, thanks for getting here early,” he replied. He tapped something on the screen of his tablet and said that someone would be out to help us shortly.

You thanked the clerk before he moved onto the next party behind you, and Erin peered into the shop through the window. You turned your head to look, trying to see past the mannequins wearing the hoodies with the copycat political slogan on the left chest and holding tiny trapezoid-shaped bags in their hands.

“Miss Erin?”

The both of you looked to the left and saw that a clerk was standing on the other side of the rope. He extended a hand and Erin shook it as the clerk introduced himself.

“Hello I’m Hoseok, but you’re welcome to call me Hobi,” he said. “Please follow me inside. Can I get you two anything to drink?”

Erin shook her head and you politely declined as you followed Hobi into the store.

Hoseok walked a few steps past the front and turned to face both of you. He clasped his hands together and asked if you were both here shopping for something in particular.

You gestured to Erin and explained she wanted those big platform sneakers.

“I’m interested in getting a luxury sneaker, but I didn’t want to buy them without trying them on in person and getting opinions from Y/N,” Erin added.

“I’m not shopping for anything – I’m really here for moral support and advice,” you chimed in.

Hoseok flashed a thumbs-up and led you to the shoe department in the store. He pointed out some cushy chairs that were unoccupied and asked Erin for her sizes.

Erin took a seat and shared her shoe size, while you took the other seat and briefly scanned the shelves to see what else there was.

“Is there anything else you want to try on, or just the sneakers?” Hoseok asked.

“For now, just the sneakers,” Erin confirmed.

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Hoseok disappeared in the back for a few moments and returned with several boxes of shoes for Erin to try on. He opened the box for her main sneaker size and removed the paper stuffed inside one of the shoes, before presenting it to Erin.

She thanked him and began to put it on, adjusting the laces to fit perfectly. Out of curiosity, you picked up the other sneaker to take a closer look at the details and did a double take when you felt how heavy the shoe was.

“Whoa, that’s...” you trailed off, not wanting to come off as rude.

Hoseok tilted his head and nodded slightly as he turned to face you. “They are heavy, but they are comfortable. I actually own a pair and I wear them a lot.”

Remembering you had Erin’s other shoe in hand, you passed the mate over so she could try both on together. After she tied them tightly, she stood up and walked over to a mirror to get a better look at herself.

“They are heavy, but the insole is cushy,” she murmured. She stared at herself in the mirror, slightly twisting her feet to the side so she could see the side profile. “Ah man, I really don’t know. I love how comfortable they are, but I’m not sure I love how they look on me, you know?”

You studied Erin and looked at the sneakers, compared to her proportions. “I’m not in love with them on you honestly. I mean, you complained about a handbag being too heavy before you put your stuff in it, remember?”

Hoseok looked at Erin and added that it was her decision in the end. His eyes scanned the shoes on the walls and he added that the speed runners were also a good choice and a bit more forgiving for all people and styles. He removed a lid off another box he brought out and presented Erin with the sneaker in question.

Erin returned to her seat and began changing the shoes out for the speed runners. She held one of the speed runners in one hand and the platform sneaker in the other. “Definitely lighter.”

“I’ve seen girls and guys wear this style and they said it’s easy to pair with a bunch of looks,” Hoseok added. “I brought the black because it’s classic, but we do have some seasonal colors available.”

“Okay I know you haven’t seen yourself in the mirror yet, but I think these are more you,” you told Erin once she had both shoes on.

Erin looked down at her feet and hurried to the mirror to take a look. She looked at herself straight on, then looked at the side profile. “I think these are the ones,” she replied.

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“They’re cheaper too,” you commented in a soft voice as Hoseok left to wrap up Erin’s shoes in a shopping bag with tissue.

“It’s a good thing,” she replied. “You see anything you can’t live without?”

You shook your head and crossed your arms over your chest. Even though the speed runner sneakers were pricey, it was definitely better than seeing Erin struggle with the heavy triple s sneakers.

“Hey, there’s a Playstation hat!” Erin declared as she pointed to the scarves and and hats. “Come on, try it on!”

You shrugged and walked over to the wall where they were located, carefully removing one to try on.

Hoseok returned with Erin’s sneakers in a branded shopping bag and he presented her with her credit card and receipt. “Here you are Miss Erin,” he said. “Thank you again for your purchase and let me know if there’s anything else I can help you and Y/N with.”

Erin accepted the receipt and card and put them away, before looking past Hoseok to see how you looked in the cap. Her eyes lit up and she called out to you, saying that you should buy it.

“No I really don’t think so,” you confessed. “It’s cool, but I really shouldn’t be spending my money right now.”

Hoseok glanced over his shoulder and he flashed you a thumbs-up when he saw you in the hat. “I really like it on you. Do you want me to hold one for you? I can hold it for 48 hours and you can let me know. Erin’s got my card if you decide to get it.”

“Yeah put it on hold – Y/N probably wants to walk around and think about it,” Erin spoke up.

Before you could protest, Hoseok was making a note about the hat and Erin was giving him your cell phone number and name.

“Okay sure,” you sighed as you removed the cap. “I’m guessing this is a popular one?”

“I’m actually surprised we got more,” Hoseok confessed. “A lot of our collab hats have been flying off the shelves and it’s hard to get more stock in. I’ve already told five other clients we can’t get more NASA hats.” He held out a hand and you passed over the cap you tried on.

“Well, you have 48 hours to think about it,” he noted. “Text or call me once you make a decision. I think it’s a good staple and everyone wears dad caps now.”

You thanked him and walked alongside Erin as you exited the store.

“It’s a lot of money,” you reminded her.

“But you looked fire in it and Hoseok was cute,” she added with a smirk.

“I’ll think about it, okay?”

“You’re not just saying that to shut me up?” she asked.

“No, promise.”

[leossmoonn]

YEAH! and I a few times I read x Reader fics and they gave the reader a face claim and name? Like girl that’s an oc? It def used to be so good but it’s really not the same anymore unless it’s like a certain fandom and like secret writers. tumblr just has more variety and talented people. i think more adult ish/mature people use it and the writing is usually a lot better cause Wattpad is all kids from tik tok who use it and think it’s good cause it’s trendy yk? idk how to explain it but like they don’t know any better ✋ #livelovetumblr

-😋

NO BC I HATE WHEN THEY ARE SO DESCRIPTIVE ABT LOOKS. Like the most descriptive I’ll get is like with makeup, which usually is the same for everyone, I feel like? I don’t even describe hair anymore bc now I realize not everyone has the same hair as me (which is what I used to think abt when I would write).

That’s true!! I really like the detail and amount of work ppl here on tumblr put. And yes ppl do put work in on wattpad, but it’s only for their original stories, which makes sense, but there’s no good fanfics on wattpad anymore lol.

[gloryride]

Vanessa: A3, F5, L3, and P1

Virgile: C1, E3, J2, Q1, and Z4

Please and thank you 😊💛

Thank you for asking ! Sorry being late !

Vanessa

What abilities do they have that they’ve worked for? Know how to shoot at the right spot. A good merc shouldn't waste a bullet, especially with a suppressor. Vanessa spent a lot of time at the range with Jackie to learn how to aim. With her gun, she can aim right at the head and kill a person. But she also knows how to aim at the parts that hurt... Do they go out a lot? A LOT ! Vanessa is a true party girl, she goes out very often to have a drink and dance until the morning. If you are looking for her at night, go around the clubs, you will find her at some point!

Are there any foods they hate? She tasted the snails once, disgusting! What is their best personality trait? Her loyalty. She can follow her friends to the ends of the earth to help them! The proof, she followed Johnny to destroy Mikoshi ...

You can always count on Vanessa, she is always there for her loved ones!

Virgile

How do they sit in a chair? Very bad! If he works on a computer, his back is hunched over, bent over the keyboard. Otherwise, he is slouched, sometimes with his foot on his thigh. He only stands well if he is in good company! Do they follow trends or do their own thing? What is the trend? Virgil doesn't care, he does what he likes, whether it's music, trendy places, or fashion. Sometimes he should pay a little more attention to fashion, but don't tell him, he hates being criticized for how he dresses! Who makes them happy? His friends, always there for him, for better or worse, especially V and Judy. Panam of course, he would be nothing without her. His new clan, the Aldelcaldos, where he feels welcomed and useful. Do they ask for help? He hates asking for help, but knows when he really needs it. Virgil has his pride but knows his weaknesses, he has a great deal of sadness, which he drowns in alcohol and drugs. He either calls V to party, knowing that his choom can bring him back, or he asks for real help. He's tried to get out on his own before, he knows it's a very bad idea.

[ABC of your OCs]

[moonandblossoms]

For- "Give me a character and I will answer."

1. Kane Yamashita

2. Tala Valkov

3. Julia Fernandez

For all! 🤪🤪

If you keep sending me so many asks, when will I have time to type.... alright leave it.

1. Kane Yamashita

Why I like him- I find him to be amazing, well-written, complex, tricky, cool, calm, intelligent, sexy, hot, and what not? He is kind, caring, has great leadership skills and overall he is an amazing character.

Why I don't like him- N/A

Favorite episode- Fine with all of his episodes in the V-Force arc, but I will tell that I specifically liked him in episodes 17, maybe 19, 20, 25, 27, 43.

Favorite season/movie- He comes only in V-Force.

Favorite line- "Okay Salima, let's show the freaky doctor were good as his new made monsters!"

Favorite outfit- As much as I like him, I expected him to have cooler outfits, but I pick his first one. The third one made him look like a naive boy.

OTP- W/Salima, OCs are fine as well.

BROTP- Tyson, Ray, Ozuma, Mariam, Jim, Goki, Mariah, Zeo, Julia, Tala, Brooklyn, Hilary, Queen, Max and Kai.

Headcanon- He has an older sister.

Unpopular opinion- He is well-written than most of the V-force characters, including even the bladebreakers (I can make an exception for Ozuma and a few characters, maybe).

A wish- Let him end up with Salima, please! And I want him to have a red-haired and blue-eyes daughter with her. Also, have a nice bit-beast.

An oh-god-please-don't-ever-happen- Wearing the Psykicks' uniform again, please no.

5 words to best describe him- Smart, attractive, intelligent, independent, courageous.

My nickname for him- That handsome genius.

2. Tala Valkov

Why I like him- I think Tala is really cool and amazing.

Why I don't like him- N/A

Favorite episode- Episode 36 of G-Revolution

Favorite season/movie- G-Revolution

Favorite line- Sorry can't remember anything at the moment ^^'

Favorite outfit- G-Revolution outfit.

OTP- W/Queen and maybe Julia. OCs are fine as well.

BROTP- W/his teammates + Kai.

Headcanon- He is immune to cold weather.

Unpopular opinion: I think that he got stronger in season 3. I mean, G-Revolution Tala is stronger than part 1 Tala. I have heard many people telling that he was nerfed. I don't really think that he was nerfed. He just fought with strong opponents.

A wish: MARRY QUEEN. Idk how I ended up shipping them, I have come this far to ship them. Also I want him to meet his parents (Idk if both or either of them is deceased, I suppose his father is dead).

An oh-god-please-don't-ever-happen- Don't go to Boris again.

5 words to best describe him- Kuudere, cold, mysterious, power-packed, brave.

My nickname for him- Ice Prince.

3. Julia Fernandez

Why I like her- Julia is extremely badass, likeable, and I love her big-girl persona.

Why I don't like her- N/A

Favorite episode- Episode 26, and even episode 22.

Favorite season/movie- She appears only in G-Revolution.

Favorite line- "Do you know why I have so much of confidence in battles? Because you are always there to back me up! Without you here, I wouldn't be as glorious as I am!"

Favorite outfit- Of course her main one. I too liked her Egypt one but that was for a very short span of time xD

OTP- W/Kai Hiwatari and Tala Valkov (more of the former one)

BROTP- Queen, Mariah, Hilary, Kane, Emily, Mathilda, Michael, Mariam, Salima, Rick, etc.

Headcanon- She is so much into dark shaded lispticks, pedicure, facial and grooming. She is a trendy fashionista.

Unpopular opinion- I think that Julia is not sassy everytime. There would have been times when she could actually feel down. Those are the ones which could give room for courage.

A wish- I'd like her to date Kai because she would be the best type of girl who will suit Kai. She is ain't too disturbing in love, she is just natural in that regard. Kai would come to like powerful girls like her. I wouldn't mind even if it is Tala.

An oh-god-please-don't-ever-happen- Don't need to feel sad about you being an orphan dearie, be happy!

5 words to best describe her- Brave, courageous, sassy, beautiful, flawless.

My nickname for her- Lightning Queen

[rosemary1315]

SU OC Profile: Fernando and Tsubaki Diaz

Fernando [Isamu] Diaz

Nickname: Ferndy (Tsubaki), Big Guy (Tsubaki *sometime*) Papa (Yukiko, Haruki), Dad (Haruki *sometime*), Isamu-san (Tsubaki *Sometime*) [Tsubaki give Janpanese name to him], Fernando-san (Keisuke, Neighbor, Tsubaki's friend, Someone know him in market), Grandpa (Jun, Reymond, Summer), Mr. Big Guy (River *Sometime*), Big old guy (Amethyst)

Hometown: Madrid, Spain (Past)/ Sapporo, Hokkaido (Present)

Relative(s): Tsubaki Diaz (Wife), Yukiko [Nieves] Diaz (Older Daughter), Haruki [Luciano] Diaz (Younger Son), Robert Skyler (Son-in-law), Jun and Raymond Skyler (Grandson), Summer Skyler (Granddaughter)

Friend(s): Keisuke Nakamura (Friend), Tetsuya Nakamura (Friend), Emiko Nakamu (Friend), Richard Skyler (Friend), River Skyler (Friend), Flora Skyler (Friend), Strawberry Quartz/Ichigo (Friend)

Occupation: Pastry Chef at hotel in Sapporo (Past/ *Retied), Pastry Shop Owner (Present)

Personality:

He's quiet, calm, gentle, peacful, down-to-earth and friendly to everyone.

He's very calm and chill to everything. He has no problem and okay to his daughter's husband, Robert and his son's girlfriend, Ichigo (Strawberry Quartz). He isn't easily angry, he don't like fight, if it isn't necessary. But, he can make someone scared him by see his face and his height, if someone made him angry.

Although, he's big and scarred for someone. But, he's very gentle. He love and care his family much. Especially he love his wife, Tsubaki much. Tsubaki is one of reason made him decide to lives in Japan, since then.

He love baking, he learned from his mother when he was kid. He's still good at baking, although he's old. Especially, he love make and show spanish desserts to everyone. mostly people love any desserts he make, especially Tsubaki Haruki and Summer. He love to learning about Japanese desserts, especially traditional Japanese Desserts (or Wagashi).

He like cooking in sometime, especially he's good at cook spanish foods. Sometime, he can make some japanese foods (thank to Tsubaki).

He will always write a note everything. Especially, when he met new Japanese food or Japanese dessert.

He good at speak japanese. When he was young and after moved to Japan, he spending time to practiced speaking Japanese after work.

He love about Japan much, after he moved from Spain to Japan to work as chef for 1 year. He's interest everything about Japan likes lauguage, culture, and foods. Especially, he's interest about Japanese Desserts. It's main reason made him decide to live in Japan until now.

Like: Baking, Cooking (Sometime. Mostly, spanish foods, and some Japanese foods), Japan (it's reason he decide to live in Japan), Learning about Japan, Learning about japanese desserts, Spanish Foods (Croquetas, Patatas Bravas, Pisto, Bocadillo de queso, Huevos a la Flamenca), Spanish Desserts (Leche Frita, Crema Catalana, Natillas de leche, Caramel Apple Empanadas), Some Japanese Foods (Korokke, Sushi, Katsudon, Tempura, Saru Odon, Tempura Udon, Kitsune Udon, Shoyu Ramen, Saru Soba, Tempura Soba, Kitsune Soba, Japanese Curry, Curry Bread, Miso Soup, Satsuma-age or Fried Fish Cakes, Any Tofu Recipes *Especially, Agedashi Tofu*), Some Japanese Desserts (Any Mochi recipes, Daifuku, Yakimochi or Grilled Mochi *Especially, grilled mochi with soy sauce and nori seaweed*, Warabimochi, Manju)

Backstory

Fernando [Isamu] Diaz is Yukiko and Haruki's Father, and Jun, Raymond and Summer's  Grandfather. Formerly, he's Pastry Chef at hotel in Sapporo. In the past, He lives at Madrid, Spain.

After Fernando graduated university, he work as Pastly Chef at hotel in Madrid for 2 years.

Until once day, Fernando saw job advertisement at hotel he worked saying, At hotels in Sapporo, Japan need chefs and pastry chefs in his workplace for chefs who are interested in working abroad. At that time, he heard about Japan. But he don't know about detail and lauguage much. That moment, it made him interest and want to know about Japan.

Days later, Fernando decided to apply for a job for 1 year. Later after his parent know about it, they was sad and didn't want him to leave home to another country. He know, he don't want to upset his parent, especially his mother. But, he decide to work as pastry chef at Sapporo. That moment his father realize, his son was old enough to take care of himself. Although he didn't want his son leave him, but he understand and support him.

Months later, he leave his parent and Spain to Sapporo. He work as pastly chef at hotel in Sapporo and lives at that city. While he work and lives in Japan, he study japanese language and learn about Japan like culture, foods, desserts, people and other. It made him love Japan little by little. At that time, he started don't sure if he want come back to Spain or not.

1 year later in once day, while Fernando is relaxing at Odori Park. he met Tsubaki, she sit close  and greeting him. That moment he can saw, Tsubaki is difference from other japanese womans. Tsubaki isn't shy to talk someone like him, especially when he's foreigner. Then, he started fall in love her.

While he started a relationship with Tsubaki for months. He learn many detail about Japan from her. That moment, she made him love her more than before. Until in once day, he decide to married to her and live at Sapporo with her, since then. Although he know, his parent was sad way he made decision to lives in Japan instead of coming back to Spain. He still lives at apartment with Tsubaki.

1 year later, Fernando and Tsubaki has daughter is Yukiko (Nieves). He decide to come back to Madrid to visit his parent with Tsubaki and Yukiko (at that time, she was baby). At that time, he don't sure if his parent accept his wife and his daughter or not. But after he met his parent, they're happy to see him again. They glad, their son found someone he love likes Tsubaki. Then, they're happy than before after they see their first granddaughter, Yukiko.

3 years later, Fernando and Tsubaki has son is Haruki (Luciano). Fernando became diligent and hard work than before, because he tried to save money to shophouse for his small dessert shop. Because he plans to open a dessert shop and live in that house in same time. while, He practicing make japanese desserts, and he has idea to make some spanish desserts introduct to japanese people know about spanish desserts.

Few years later, Fernando has enough money to buy a small shop for dessert shop. He decide buy and take his wife with childs (Yukiko and Haruki). Since then, he lives at that house and sell desserts. While, he still work as pastry chef at hotel in same time.

Years later after Fernando retire from his work, he works at his dessert shop as pastry chef and dessert shop owner in full-time, since then.

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Tsubaki Diaz (Ito)

Nickname: Camellia (Fernando *sometime*) [After, Fernando know "Tsubaki" meaning "Camellia Flower" in Japanese Language], Mama (Yukiko, Haruki), Mom (Haruki *sometime*), Grandma (Jun, Reymond, Summer), Tsubaki-san (Keisuke, Neighbor, Tsubaki's friend, Someone know him in market)

Hometown: Furano, Hokkaido (Past)/Sapporo, Hokkaido (Present)

Relative(s): Fernando [Isamu] Diaz (Husband), Yukiko [Nieves] Diaz (Older Daughter), Haruki [Luciano] Diaz (Younger Son), Robert Skyler (Son-in-law), Jun and Raymond Skyler (Grandson), Summer Skyler (Granddaughter)

Friend(s): Keisuke Nakamura (Friend), Tetsuya Nakamura (Friend), Emiko Nakamu (Friend), Richard Skyler (Friend), River Skyler (Friend), Flora Skyler (Friend), Strawberry Quartz/Ichigo (Friend)

Occupation: Veterinarian (Past/ *Retied), Housewife (Present)/Cashier at her husband's pastry shop (Present, after retired from Veterinarian)

Personality:

She's cheerful, lively, funny, clever, quick-witted and fun-loving.

She's brave and fearless, she always to fight with everyone if someone mess with her family (even some gems).

She like to make her childs or her grandchildens embarrased sometime, especially Haruki after Ichigo became his girlfriend.

In the past, when she was young. she was independent (for Japanese people in old time), she unlike any other japanese girls at that time. She always thought that she could work, not just stay home and doing housework. She don't care what people think, when she married foreigner as Fernando.

She's trendy and modern. Especially about her thought, unlike other girls or other people (for Japanese people in old time).

She's open-minded. She always support her childs and  grandchildens in anything, especially when they have someone they love. Although, they're forgeiner or difference (especially, in case for Haruki's girlfriend is gem). This point, she understand and not against about their love. Because, she married foreigner as Fernando.

Although at that time, she work as Veterinarian. But, she never forget to be a housewife. Especially, after she married Fernando and had Yukiko and Haruki. She's good at houseworks and cooking.

She love animals. Because her father was Veterinarian, and she like go to veterinary clinic to watch her father and animals, when she was kid. it's reason made her want to be Veterinarian as her father. Although, she retire her work. But, she still like to be veterinarian. She's always ready to help and take care of the pets, if her friend or neighbor's pet gets sick.

Like: Animal, Spending time with her family, Make her childs or her grandchildens embarrased (sometime), Japanese Foods (Miso Soup, Miso Ramen, Wagame Udon, Tanuki Soba, Zosui, Gyoza, Seaweed, Seaweed Snack, Korokke), Japanese Desserts (Any desserts with red bean filling or Anko, Taiyaki, Monaka), Spanish Foods her husband make (Especially Fideuà, Croquetas, Bolinhos de bacalhau), Spanish Desserts her husband make (Especilly Leche Frita, Churro, Miguelitos, Pionono)

Backstory

Tsubaki [Camellia] Diaz is Yukiko and Haruki's mother and Jun, Raymond and Summer's Grandmother. Formerly, she's Veterinarian at Sapporo. She was born and raised Furano.

After Tsubaki graduated university, she want work as veterinarian. But at that time, her mother don't want her going work. Because, her mother want Tsubaki to stay home and help her with housework as other womans (Tsubaki's mother is old-fashioned). While, her father is okay if his daughter want to work (Tsubaki's father is modern for Japanese people in old time). But her mother disagreed what her daughter and her husband thought. Then, Tsubaki had an argument with her mother, while her father tried stop them. That moment, she decide to moved to Sapporo.

Later day later, Tsubaki left her house to the train station to move to Sapporo without talking to her mother.

While her father was out to work, he saw his daughter walking out of the house. He knew she was going to the train station. So, he quickly left the house to go to the train station. While she was waiting for the train, she saw her father rushing to her. He begged her to go home. But she decided to go to Sapporo to work as Veterinarian. That moment, her fathe was sad. Because he didn't want her to leave him to Sapporo. But, he respected her decision. Tsubaki promised her father, she would contact him soon after she arrived Sapporo. Few hours later, The train go to Sapporo arrived. So she said goodbye to her father. Then, she left Furano go to Sapporo.

Hours later, Tsubaki came to Sapporo. Later, she lived in an apartment in the city. Few days later, she work as Veterinarian at animal clinic in Sapporo. Since then, she live in Sapporo.

Until 1 year later in once day, while Tsubaki came to Odori Park to relax. She met Fernando, he sits on a bench alone. She walked closer to him, she can saw he's foreigner. She started interest in him.

While Tsubaki started a relationship with Fernando for months. She can saw, he's friendly to everyone and very gentle to her. Plus, he's interested in everything about Japan. So she teaches everything about Japan as she's Japanese. She started fall in love him than before.

Until once day, Fernando decide want to married Tsubaki. That moment, Tsubaki also want to married him. Because at that time, she love him much. But she said Fernando, she don't sure if she should tell her parent or not. Especaily, her mother. But Fernando tried to encourage and said her, he will always be with her, and He will prove to her parent that he loves her.

Few days later, Tsubaki came back to Furano with Fernando. At that time, Fernando was awkward to meet Tsubaki's parent. Because, he don't sure if her parent like him or not. Plus he's foreigner, and he isn't japanese as them expect.

Hours later, Tsubaki arrived to Furano and met her father was waiting at train station. Her father is very happy to met Tsubaki again. Then, her father said about her mother to her. After Tsubaki moved to Sapporo, her mother was gulity to Tsubaki much. She shouldn't be too strict with  to what she want to be and love. Then Tsubaki said her father, she felt guilty and want to apologize to her mother, after she had argument with her mother when 1 year ago. Plus she afaird her mother don't accept Fernando is foreigner. Her father understand her feeling, and he saw and can accept that Tsubaki love her boyfriend much. Then, her mother come to train station and crying. Because she heard everything what Tsubaki and her husband said, it's true. Then, Tsubaki just hug her parent and apologize them. Later, she introduct Fernando to her parent.

Few months later, Tsubaki married Fernando. Since then, She came to live with him in the apartment where he lived at that time.

1 year later, Fernando and Tsubaki has daughter is Yukiko (Nieves). Tsubaki came to Madrid with Fernando and their daughter, Yukiko to meet Fernando's parent.

3 years later, Fernando and Tsubaki has son is Haruki (Luciano). Tsubaki still work as Veterinarian and take care any houseworks as Housewife in same time. At that time, Fernando plans to save money to buy shophouse for open a dessert shop and live in that house in same time. Plus, she and Fernando have 2 childs, they need big house for them and their childs. She help support her husband.

Until few years later, Tsubaki and Fernando has enough money to buy a small shop for dessert shop. They decide buy and take their childs (Yukiko and Haruki). Since then, she lives at that house with her husband, Fernando. While, she still work as veterinarian.

Years later after Tsubaki retire from her work, she works as cashier at her husband's pastry shop with her husband, since then.

[juriyuna]

Made a design sheet for my magireco OC, Kurobane Tsubaki! She’s a cautious but docile girl who grew up on her grandfather’s small farm at the edge of Daito ward. She has an excellent work ethic and follows orders well, making her suited to team battles, but she’s also easily intimidated and prone to fleeing when she thinks she’s lost the upper hand.

- Tsubaki became a magical girl at 14 (now 18) after her dog ran away and got hit by a car. She searched for him all night, and eventually found his body. Her wish was “I-I want Taro back! Please, make it so that he never ran away!”

- Her unique magic is “tracking”-- as long as she’s seen something in person before (a witch, a friend, her grandpa’s glasses, etc.), she can know exactly where it is, though its precision decreases somewhat with distance.

- Joined the Wings of Magius shortly after her dog passed away from old age, since she felt like her contract had been ultimately rendered pointless, and she was afraid of becoming a witch.

- Prior to that, she’d been friends with Kanagi, who also helped teach Tsubaki how to fight when she was a rookie magical girl. Their relationship is... somewhat strained now.

- If she’s fighting alongside others, she can be surprisingly bold and fearless, leading some Feathers to think she’s braver than she really is.

- Her generally submissive personality means she gets bossed around by the White Feathers fairly often. Her unique magic is very useful when they need to find someone, so much of her time is spent running fetch quests and recruitment missions. (Which sucks, but at least it means they find her helpful, right...?)

- Not particularly up to date on what’s trendy. She dresses pretty old-fashioned and prefers mystery/fantasy novels to TV dramas and the like, though she does enjoy reading comics that have cute animal characters.

- She’s 152cm tall and a 12th grade student at Daito Academy. She plans on working full-time at her family’s farm once she graduates.