HII POGS!! i just read the latest chapter and holyyyy shitt. I can't believe i get to read it for free 😭😭
Like holy shit how do you write so good?
Anyways, keep up the good work!! I love your writing sm ❤️
Appreciate you so much <333
The feedback is scarce these days so a message or two like this means the world to me. Lets me know that someone is still reading the fic after all this time.
Nevertheless, I'm finishing the story even if I'm the last one standing so no worries ;)
hey pookie..no pressure or anything...but do can we have anotehr chapter or any updates?
Hey ❤️ soon! I've been going through treatment and have surgery tomorrow morning and I'll try to find time to write during/after recovery! It's nothing serious but that and the flu that had me bedridden for two weeks got in the way of me doing anything.
I've been getting so much love on ao3 since the last update and I'm so so thankful, I'll try to get the next one out asap!
Sorry for the wait and not posting life updates/being MIA for a while.
Kinda but not really. It's gonna end between 30-40 chapters, you guys are just gonna have to wait a few more months 😭😭
I want to upload everything just so I don't make you wait so long between uploads. There's too much going on in my life to even upload biweekly (as you can tell) or stick to any schedule so I'd rather upload the whole fic once I finish it.
i don’t know if you do one shots but either way, i’d love to know when/how soap learned how frost prefers her coffee :-)
What a sweet request!!! Thank you <3
A/N: For some reason, I always feel like all my one shots lack something, so I don't really write them. But an attempt was made
Type: extra content for Frozen
Summary: Soap takes a liking to his newly arrived teammate. In an effort to get to know her, he observes her morning routine.
Word count: 808
CW: fluff, mention of loss
"We'll get right into it then--" Price's voice slowly muted itself out of Soap's ears as he watched you make yourself coffee on the other side of the room. His eyes followed your hands as you got the coffee out of the cupboard, enjoying the soft movements as if watching an art performance. His mind even played quiet background music that was occasionally interrupted by Price's raspy voice.
Every now and again, he'd look down at the worn-out surface of the table, scribbling in his journal as if taking notes of the meeting, then discretely bring his warm gaze back to your focused form.
Seeing you in such a different element, so off guard and comfortable, made him even more drawn to you than he already was. From the moment you met, he noticed your eyes had an entirely different story to tell than the one everyone heard about. You were a mystery to him, one only he wanted to solve.
He's been shamelessly watching you for three days now and each time, the first thing you'd do was bring the bag of ground coffee close to your face, close your eyes and take in its strong aroma. This part of your coffee-making process quickly became his favorite because each time, without fail, that moment would draw out a tiny smile on your face.
By the fifth day his mindless scribbling turned into a tiny sketch of your favorite coffee mug to which he added a small snowflake symbol. Below it, a short list of instructions followed, including the "smell the coffee first" step at the beginning.
After you lost Bo, for a while, your routine had stopped and you decided that coffee from the vending machine would have to do. Just when Soap finally felt like he was starting to figure you out, you changed again. However, he understood where your change of heart was coming from. Losing Bo in the way you did must've been horrible for you and the only thing that was on his mind was to be there for you in any way you'd let him.
So, on one random morning, he got up earlier than usual, took his journal with him and made his way to the kitchen. Sifting through the many pages of his journal, he stopped at the one that had your favorite mug drawn on it and carefully started following the instructions.
With your coffee burning his palm, he made his way to the vending machine and leaned on it under an angle, awkwardly fixing his position to look as attractive as he could while doing so. A cheeky and risky move, but he was sure it would work.
After about a minute of readjusting himself, the metal double door across from him opened, revealing your tired form that was comfortably drowning in an oversized tracksuit. Finally detaching your gaze from the floor, you noticed him in that silly position and couldn’t help but to smile immediately as you skeptically observed him in a silent stare off.
"What are you doing?" you asked once you approached him, another smile sneaking in-between the words.
He didn't reply, instead he put his open palm out to you with the corners of his lips sneakily lifting.
With furrowed brows, your gaze traveled to his palm then back to his face, "Do you need money for the machine? I'll get it for you. What do you want?"
"Bloody hell." his head bobbed to the side at your cluelessness, his smile turning into a charmed chuckle, "Just give me the money, will ye?"
Acting clueless, you squinted hesitantly before putting a few coins in his hand.
Still rolling his eyes at how oblivious of his joke you were, he sang "Ka-ching!" as he handed you your mug.
You took the mug without taking your eyes off him, "Not sure what just happened but thank you."
"Are you taking the piss right now?" he asked irritably but in a humorous manner then went on a passionate rent explaining the simple brilliance of his plan while you stared at him with a huge smile on your face as the plan of your own worked perfectly.
He immediately stopped once he caught your smile, "You're pulling my leg in? Aren't ye?" he shook his head, looking above you into the distance, amused by your reciprocated antics.
"The coffee is delicious." you complimented teasingly as both of you started walking towards the common room, "Might have to drink it every morning." you alluded as your eyes locked, neither of you paying attention to what was in front of you.
The tension only grew stronger at the moment of unspoken yearning, making him awkwardly laugh and break eye contact.
"Unbelievable, ye are." he chuckled as he opened the door for you, letting you in with another head shake.