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crybaby-bkg · 1 year

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a slight continuation of this

no caller ID pops on your screen, pulling your attention away from your previous task at hand: not fucking up your eyeliner. you typically wouldn’t care if it was a little uneven, but you’re going on a date tonight, for the first time in so long, and you want everything to go as smoothly as possible.

which is why you groan when you end the call, and that same no caller ID pops right back up seconds later. you know who it is—who else would it be? you figured he’s already seen your story of being excited for going on your first date in a while, on the only app you hadn’t blocked him on. petty? perhaps, but it’s on him to be keeping up with you despite you cursing him out for wasting your time and then blocking him right after.

you watch it ring though, contemplating for a while longer than you should. you blocked him for a reason. no need to entertain his same shit that he always spews to you when he realizes that he might be losing you once more?

….but it doesn’t hurt to hear the hero beg for you.

“What do you want, Bakugou?” You sigh irritably as you finally answer his call, putting him on speaker as you go back to even out your eyeliner. You hear him huff on the other side of the phone at the use of his surname, but he doesn’t say anything about it, instead, quickly telling you what he’s been bothering you for.

“Who’s the fuckin’ loser that’s gonna drool over how good your tits look in that stupid green dress you love so much?” Bakugou grunts, and you instantly feel your face heating at his crude words. You glance over with a frown at that same green dress that makes your tits look good, where it hangs on your closet.

“None of your damn business, Bakugou.” You snap at him, wondering if it’s too late to find something else to wear. “Not like you ever took me out in my stupid green dress.” Your voice holds a level of bitterness that only he can bring out of you, and you hear his sigh through the speakers.

“I told you this before, I’m always—”

“Busy.” You cut him off, voice suddenly thick as you think back on the countless rejections he’s splattered at your feet every time you tried to further your relationship with him. “You reminded me of how busy you’ve been since you first started this whole situationship.”

“Situation—? Huh? We were dating!” Bakugou protests with a huff, and you can hear how he paces the floor quickly. You glare at your phone, setting down your liner to instead pick of your (his) favorite lipgloss.

“You’d have to ask me out to be dating, Bakugou. You’d have to court me to be dating, Bakugou. You’d have to make time for me and take me out on dates and not hide me to fucking date me, Bakugou.” You spit at him, venom dripping off of your lips in waves. You don’t know why you answered, why you even entertained him. You shake your head with a huff when the line goes quiet, eyebrows quirking up when your date sends you a text to make sure you’re still on for tonight.

“I’m sorry.” Bakugou mutters pathetically, his voice suddenly soft. You hesitate, for some reason, when it comes to texting your date back. Why do you always hesitate when Bakugou is around?

“Let me make it up to you, court you, and shit. I can take you to one of my favorite places, you can wear that pretty green dress and that gloss you know I love.” His voice is pleading, thickening and sweet and suffocating. You shouldn’t respond, should reply back a yes to your date.

“Please? You know how much you mean to me.” Bakugou mumbles, and you can hear the earnestness in his voice. Why haven’t you said yes to your date yet?

“I’ll do better this time. Just one more chance, sweetheart.” Bakugou’s voice is so soft, you’ve never heard him this vulnerable before. You sigh with a shake of your head, slumping back into your seat in defeat.

…

Sorry, I can’t make it tonight. Something came up. Maybe we can reschedule for another time?

#sorry this is kinda angsty lol #but I saw this tt earlier where this girl was so giddy bc ‘no caller id’ called LOL #and it just reminded me of the first part to this #at first he’s all ‘no we can’t date bc of xyz bullshit reason’#but the moment you’re like ‘I’m done w this toxic back n forth we’re not even a couple’#he’s like WE WERE TOGETHER THE WHOLE TIME!!!!!#delusion is what I like to call it #also he definitely takes you out to a place that’s very secluded and exclusive #to shut you up for the time being #the whole ‘at least I took you out!’ shtick #I hate him actually #but the toxic hate sex goes crazy ☝🏻#okay gn I’m sleepy and I felt so shitty today #or yesterday #so I’m hoping today will be better #maybe I’ll mediate before I start on my work #I wanna go on a walk sometime this week bc it’s gonna be great weather but my anxiety keeps telling me #that one of the stray cats or foxes is gonna attack me AKSJDKDJDJD #omg does anyone remember me talking about that calico kitty in my backyard at one point???#I haven’t seen her since and I hope she’s okay :( we miss her :(#—new treat in the streets! 🍫#bakugou treats! 🍬

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whorecrux-of-slytherin · 1 month

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Slytherin Boys try to impress you with their idea of an ideal date.

(part.1) : Draco | Blaise | Theodore

Warning - mentions of kissing, slight toxic behaviour if you squint. This is not proof read, so kindly ignore any grammatical errors or typos

a/n . I have only included Draco, Blaise and Theo in this because if I add the rest of them ( Enzo, Matheo and Tom ) it'll be far too long. But for the most part I'm too lazy to write for everyone in one go. I don't mind writing a part 2 if someone requests. Also yes I made the mini mood boards 😌

Kindly do not copy my work.

DRACO MALFOY:

Draco Malfoy is the definition of generational wealth, so there's no doubt that he'd plan something romantic and lavish to spoil his partner.

He's not the best at expressing his feelings through words, so he loves making grand gestures in spoiling you. This is his way to show his upbringing and heritage; that he is worthy of your time and can treat you right.

Firstly he would pick you up personally then gift you a bouquet of your favourite flowers & something exquisite, like some custom made jewelry -an elegant bracelet maybe.

He'd go all out and book a private roof- top classic candle light dinner at the most famous and exclusive wizarding restaurants with the perfect view of the Eiffel tower in Paris. He'll hold your hand across the table, gently rub circles and occasionally give it a kiss. He also arranges for a pianist to play your favourite pieces.

After dinner, he would surprise you with a suite at a luxurious hotel to spend the night together. He'd run you both a bath and wash your hair for you while you enjoy some champagne and the most delicious macaroons you've ever had.

BLAISE ZABINI :

Blaise may come off as the most unbothered slytherin boy and honestly speaking, he is. But not when it comes to you.

You are special to him and he'd make it a point that you know. To prove this he would opt for an unconventional but romantic date night idea.

I just feel that he'd know how to drive a charmed car and owns a wide collection of vintage cars ( few from his ex step -fathers' as well). So he would take you on a romantic drive in the evening on his favourite classic vintage Porsche.

Both of you spend the night driving through the night sky watching the city lights of London; making conversations about what you like the most about each other.

Then he'd make a stop at one of his favourite spots secluded from the city to spend time watching you gaze at the stars and cuddling to get warmth from each other's bodies while he hums a soft tune.

He'd then drop you home safely but not before he kisses you passionately and say those three special words for the very first time.

THEODORE NOTT:

Theo is the pretty boy of the group. He is no doubt loaded with money- their family basically mints money for Gringotts from generations (so duh-) but he doesn't like to flash it the way Draco does.

He uses the 'dead mother' card to pull girls but in reality, he is quite the player. Deep down he at times, craves for female validation or attention. So he surrounds himself with different girls every few weeks so that he wouldn't get too attached to them.

But then he meets you and he just knows that you're the one for him. So he chases you down until you fall for him and now he wants to surprise you with the perfect date idea.

He invites you to his holiday home in Italy for the first time. The place where he grew up until his mother's death when he was 7 years old. He shows you around the huge property facing the sea and telling you about his childhood adventure there and secretly hopes that he would one day get to spend his life there with you.

He would then cook you dinner himself. Spaghetti- in the traditional Italian way with some vintage wine from his family's vineyard in the countryside.

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tallymonster · 6 months

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Memories of Us Chapter 2 || Masterlist

Literally posting the first two parts and then passing out lol, same tags as last time, same inspiration from this art by @cheesy-cryptid , same everything basically.

Summary: Octavia goes to a place in the Upper City to meet her boss. Turns out it's extremely secretive.

Oh one thing I forgot to mention. The chapter titles are based on the song "I Caught Fire" by The Used.

Thanks again to my babe @micropoe10 for being my beta reader and best friend ❤️

also tagging @satanicspinosaurus because they're the first person to ask to be tagged (!!!!) Thanks for the support guys, it means A LOT.

Chapter 2

Could stay a while

Gale gave Octavia the very secret directions to the restaurant she was due to meet her boss in. It was a fancy place in the Upper City, secluded enough for only those who knew where it was could find it. Looking down at the piece of paper with the code to enter, she knocks on the door. A voice comes out of nowhere, loudly asking, "PASSWORD?" Nervously she speaks the phrase on the paper, instantly the door opens and the piece of paper is gone. "Wow, they really don't want people to know about this place huh?" "I would assume not, some of us do pay quite a bit of gold for the exclusivity." A haughty voice speaks out from behind her, a blush quickly develops on her cheeks as the realization crosses that she was not alone.

She quickly stammers "Oh it's my first time here, I was more surprised than anything." She chuckles at her own expense. The man behind her is cloaked in the light of a street lantern directly behind them. "Well, I hope you enjoy it, they say the first time is incredibly memorable..." The last word spills out with a sultry drawl, he walks past her and into the hallway, eventually fading into the darkness of the restaurant. The blush on her cheeks has definitely covered her entire face now.

Octavia takes a few breaths. Then steps into the dark restaurant. The interior of the establishment is lowly lit, almost completely dark, save for the candles on the tables and sconces on the walls. She looks around to the other patrons, all impeccably dressed in clothes that look like they would cost at least 5 months pay.

"This way, miss." Octavia is led to a private room towards the back, the waitress knocks on the red wooden door in front of them, a voice that sounds like Gale's calls out "I think she's here, let me go greet her!"

Gale comes out in a much nicer suit than his usual one, slightly fitted for a guy who you only see in cardigans and loose sweaters. "Okay, now I definitely feel underdressed, is there a dress code here that someone forgot to inform me about?" Octavia jokes, "Because if I had a reason to go buy a new wardrobe with my graduation money, it would've been good to know."

Gale looks at her slightly confused until he notices her wearing practically the same outfit she wore to work, the only exception was her blazer, it wasn't the one he accidentally spilled ink on when they were restoring some letters together earlier in the day.

He sucks his teeth and apologizes "I absolutely did, and I'm not sure how to make up for it yet, but I promise you look wonderful. You have your talents and expertise to speak for themselves! No amount of lavish clothing can eclipse that. Besides, Mr. Ancunin trusts me much more than anyone else. He and I have talked at great lengths about your impressive knowledge of the Heroes of Baldur's Gate. He's made remarks about it, seeming like you've been there yourself!" He laughs as he leads her into the room, would this be the time to tell him her family history?

As she approaches the table, a shadow becomes clear and his form begins to take shape. His hands are the first thing she sees come out from behind the cloak around his shoulders; slender fingers with a spider like length, lustrous skin like pearls, one reaches out and takes hers in a handshake. "My my..Made your way over from outside, darling?" That voice sounded like the man from outside."How was the walk over? Not too far in the back are we? I wanted to make sure our meeting was nice and private."

The waitress who led her down to this room lights a few more candles, replacing some that had apparently gone out. The barely lit room fills with warm yellow light and her boss becomes more illuminated by each one.

Octavia notices his hair first, a mop of silver and white styled into a messy tousle of curls. His ears were pointed, the few rings of hair that fell on them perfectly encircled around as if on purpose. She noticed something particular though, he was wearing sunglasses inside? In this dark place?

Before she even knew, she asked "Why are you wearing sunglasses inside at night?" Taken aback, her boss laughs loudly as he looks towards Gale, "You were right, cheeky little pup, isn't she?"

His grin grows mischievously. Gale shrugs and pulls the chair out in front of him, he motions Octavia to sit. She makes her way over and takes her spot, Gale sitting to her right. "Miss Octavia, I would be honored to finally introduce you to our esteemed head curator of the Baldur's Gate Museum of History, Mr. Astarion Ancunin."

Gale flourishes the last bit by extending his arm out to his right, Astarion dips his head in a small bow. "I do apologize for the last minute absence, my dear" he sips his wine and places the glass down.

"I believe you're both reaping the benefits of that excursion in the hard work you've been doing. Which is the cause of this little outing I've set up for the three of us. Obviously, I wanted to meet you beforehand, Octavia, but some things have to be sacrificed for the good of preservation. I take this work very seriously, I want to ensure these priceless artifacts don't get lost to time, as some things have before." He takes a slow sip of his wine, "I believe Gale has told you about his little interest in our Szarr art collection?"

Astarion playfully asks Octavia, as he turns to Gale, a devilish smile on his face, sipping more wine. "He has, actually, but I asked." she answers "Really? And what do you make of this mystery subject? You must have a theory, yes?" He places a hand under his chin, turning to look at her behind those dark lenses.

Octavia feels the same chill she felt when she first looked at the painting on the wall. She gulps,"Uh not yet, but I'm curious as well...the subject looks like a male elf, maybe about 40? No more than 100 it seems..."

She trails off a little, looking down at the table. "Whomever they were, they seem important somehow, like they were a favorite or something? A favored consort, possibly? I'm hoping that after Gale and I are done with this project, we may be able to find out?" She fidgets with her fingers a little under the table, hearing a pleased hum she straightens up and looks to Gale. He has a giant smile on his face, and gives her a reassuring nod.

A silence falls on the table as they turn to look at Astarion, his eyebrows come together.. he seems angry, perhaps annoyed, was he upset at her speculation? Her heart was in her throat, where was the waitress? She needed water and quick- "Why do you think that?" Astarion asks pointedly, taking a more prominent drink of his wine. "Why do you think that one is favored?"

Octavia feels a lump at her throat, she swallows and answers "They're in a lot of paintings in the gallery...I noticed them in at least a dozen...in the forefront of four, the background of 6...the main subject of two..it's quite a lot for someone who doesn't matter.." She hears a soft huff, not annoyed this time. "Interesting. Most people say that he's pretty or gorgeous or go on about his beautiful body, but you focused on the importance of the subject. I admire your insight, Octavia. I see why Gale tipped the scales for you."

#bg3 #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #astarion ancunin #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 astarion #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #astarion bg3 #fanfic #bg3 fanfic #astarion x reader #astarion x oc #fic tag: au #fic tag: headcanon #fic tag: slow burn #fic: memories of us

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markgrimshawlofts · 2 years

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mrsgiovanna · 3 years

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Bucci Gang first date headcanons

Just imagining how great dates with gang-stars would be 🥺💭❤️

Bruno Bucciarati

He’s confident when he asks you out, he’s someone who knows what he wants, and isn’t afraid to go after it.

He’s definitely the most elegant and suave member of the group. He’d plan to wine and dine you at a fancy restaurant, in a secluded corner reserved just for you both.

Would send you your favorite flowers on the morning of the date with a note saying that he can’t wait to see you.

Greets you with a kiss to your hand.

Bruno let’s you lead the conversation, he finds it adorable to watch you animatedly speaking about your passions.

He’s naturally protective and has a mature air about him, so expect that to show when you’re out. He wouldn’t be averse to chaste displays of affection if you attract the wrong kind of attention.

Walks you to your door hand in hand, makes sure you’re safe before going home himself.

He would call you the next day to make sure you’re okay and keep the momentum going, by this time, you can’t wait to see him again.

Giorno Giovanna

He will be slightly nervous when he approaches you because these things are new for him, but will put on his bravest face. The only indications that he’s nervous would be him smoothing out his clothes, and fixing his hair slightly more than usual.

Quiet and observant, Giorno would have everything planned to a T. He would spare no expenses for you, and would either take you a private performance of your favorite production and then dinner there after at an exclusive restaurant, booked out entirely for you, or a botanical garden picnic under the stars.

He would arrive at your place to pick you up slightly earlier, which would give him a chance to observe you in your natural surroundings.

Is more likely to gift you single flowers which he crafted with GE rather than a huge bouquet.

He would definitely make you a flower crown, and comment on how lovely you look while wearing it.

Conversation flows easily once he’s relaxed, appreciates you wanting to hear about his aspirations and revels in how your eyes light up when you talk about your dreams.

He is just as chivalrous as Bruno is and will also offer you his arm to hold on to, albeit slightly awkwardly. Please be patient with him.

Will also walk you to your door and make sure you’re safe before going home. Will have a guard linger around for a few moments after he leaves to make sure there isn’t anyone timing your movements.

He would send you a short, sweet goodnight message, thanking you for your lovely company.

Leone Abbacchio

Despite his aloof exterior, he’s quite caring towards the people he likes. Abbacchio would most likely deny his feelings for you in the beginning not wanting involve you in his life. When he does eventually ask you out, it’s so awkward it’s cute.

He’s a man that appreciates culture so he would take you out to places steeped in culture, perhaps even go winetasting.

Would also be the type to gift you a single flower and would awkwardly compliment you when he comes to pick you up.

He is observant of you and cares about whether you’re comfortable and enjoying yourself.

He would be more on the quiet side but would get more comfortable as the date went on.

He is quite cautious when you both are out, he knows about the lurking dangers and has been dealt a difficult hand in life, so please bare with his protectiveness.

He will call you the next day, it would give him a chance to figure out what to say to you and wouldn’t put any pressure on you.

Guido Mista

He’s confident, carefree and outspoken, would try his luck asking you out on more than one occasion. Mista’s Outlook on life is simple, and he aims to do things that are fun.

He would want to show you a good time, so he would probably take you to one of the trendiest night spots in Naples.

He’d want to show you off so dress to kill, he would be mesmerized by how stunning you look and would constantly tell you so.

He’s definitely a conversation starter and you would not get bored of all the outlandish scenarios he thinks up to ask you about.

Will shamelessly flirt with you to see you blush.

He is overall a fun, flirty date that would have you laughing all night.

He would text you the next day, giving you some time to miss his antics for a bit.

Narancia Ghirga

The live wire of the group, he’d be slightly nervous but would ultimately bite the bullet and just ask you out.

He would want to go somewhere fun, where he can show off a bit so expect carnival, or game dates.

He would compliment you on how pretty you look, and how soft your hands are.

Would buy you all the tasty junk food and candy floss to share with you as you walk around hand in hand.

He would want to play all the games and win you all the huge stuffed animals, and will resort to cheating with Aerosmith to win you the biggest prize.

Will have Aerosmith out when taking you home just to make sure you’re both safe.

Will have a text conversation with you as soon as he gets home, as he’s still on a high from both the sugar and how much of fun you both had.

Pannacotta Fugo

He would be anxious before approaching you, but his friendly nature would make it a bit easier for him.

He would like to take you to an art gallery or museum in order to show off his knowledge a bit, and then go to dinner there after.

He’d bring you flowers or candy or both when he comes to fetch you.

He’s fiercely intelligent and very well read so conversation would flow effortlessly.

He’s naturally caring and would always make sure that you are doing okay and are having a good time.

He can be quick to anger, but he wouldn’t direct that towards you. He just wouldn’t want any odd looks to come your way for any reason whatsoever.

He would protectively hold your hand, enjoying the feeling of your soft skin in his hand.

He’s the type to send you a quick goodnight message, wishing you sweet dreams and thanking you for the wonderful night.

Bonus: Trish Una

Beautiful, quietly confident, Trish doesn’t have any problems with approaching you.

She loves the finer things in life, beautiful things, so she would like to go to a trendy place that usually has a waiting list to get into.

Would like to match outfits with you, but compliments your style regardless, she can appreciate beauty in all its forms.

She wouldn’t be clingy, but would hold your hand if you’re comfortable, she’s attentive so she wouldn’t do anything to make you feel uncomfortable.

Conversations flow freely with her, which is something that you will enjoy.

She would wait until the next day to text you, giving you your space.

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twilightdruig · 3 years

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andante, andante

pairing: george weasley x fem!reader , george weasley x angelina johnson, bill weasley x fem!reader

summary: (part iii of mamma mia! series) after arriving on the island of kalokairi, she’s met with a storm, a horse and another very attractive ginger man.

warnings: mamma mia!au, muggle!au, angst, fluff, au where george isn’t that close with his family, mentions of storms, thunder, lightning, mentions of an abandoned house, broken stairs and windows, etc.

words: 3.7k

a/n: i mentioned in the first two parts of this that this was an au where the weasleys aren’t siblings but i decided they were so… yeah :)

y/n explored the small secluded island.

she found a large abandoned house. she could really make something out of it, she thought.

she saw something in it, a hotel maybe or a restaurant. an attraction for tourists and newcomers. sure, the place had broken windows and moldy floors but with the right motivation, what could stop her?

the place had a blue tone to it. aquamarine doors and shutters. the white walls and destroyed rooms. there were vines all over the place, intoxicating the beauty of home.

she tried sliding down the railing of the beautifully made staircase, she ended up destroying it.

she heard thunder from a distance, a few short minutes later, rain started pouring down with lightning. but, she still continues exploring the abandoned house.

faint noises of neighing can be heard in the distance. she steps down on unstable looking stairs, to what looks like a basement. the walls were made out of rocks and there was rainwater coming inbetween the loose floorboards from upstairs.

“hello?!” she yelled.

she found a tall brown horse tied down to piece of plywood. y/n could barely see anything.

the horse panicked, he jumped and broke the piece of wood. the floorboards from above collapsed due to the horse’s sudden movements. y/n yelped and jumped back.

the piece of wood the horse was tied to now under the debris. the rain was pouring, she was soaked from head to toe.

y/n thought for a moment ‘what could she do?’ she thought of calling for help. “wait there, okay? i’ll be back, yeah?” she ran back up to look for any bystanders or passerby’s.

she ran down a gravelly road until she was met with a man driving a motorcycle.

“stop! stop!” she stood right in front of the moving vehicle to catch the rider’s attention.

the rider had bright ginger hair and freckles just like the other two men she’s been with in the past week. the man stopped his motorcycle looking concerned and scared.

“can i help?”

she dragged him out of his bike and back to the house. she led him down to the basement, trying to avoid all the damage they could cause.

they prodded across all the broken floorboards in front of the horse.

“you have a plan?” she panted.

“oh, absolutely, i’m a trained veterinarian.” he uttered.

“really?” she looked up at him, a little hope enflaming in her heart.

“no. no, i’m a businessman but don’t tell this guy that” the small hope in her heart died out. how could he be joking at a time like this?

he lifted her over another piece of debris before marching over to the panicked animal. the horse jumped and the stepped back.

“woah! okay!”

“i’ll distract him, you grab the halter” she offered.

“good plan,” he looked at her “what’s the halter?” he asked, confused.

she did a double take at him until forming a new plan “just — just talk calmly.”

“easier when i’m calm” he expressed “alright, my friend.” he climbed over the fence

“storms are scary,” he started “and i wish i was home and dry right now, too, but believe me,” y/n climbed over the fence too but going over to the horse’s behind.

“it came down to a choice between leaving you and helping you,” he looked at y/n then back at the horse.

“there’s no choice at all.” the two of them stepped closer to the horse and grabbed his forehead, calming him down. y/n was clinging onto his gear and rope.

“good boy, good boy” she rubbed the horse’s forehead.

—

the two became quite acquainted. she’s noticed a type since she’s departed off to explore the world. tall gingers with freckled faces. she’s also noticed that only ron’s mentioned his last name. for all she knows they could all be siblings.

he introduced himself as george. he mentioned he lived, in the exact words, ‘in a shack on a hill’.

“ha! and what the hell were you doing there?” she laughed at his answer. they were exploring the seaside while getting to know each other.

“uh… i don’t know, running away i guess.” he stammered “everything at home was lined up for me. a great job and just, you know, my whole life mapped out. i wanted to take a break before i signed up to it” he sighed.

“how ‘bout you?” he nodded over to her.

all she did was purse her lips and shrug. “i have absolutely nothing mapped out. and no clue about what the future holds.”

she walked forward “enough walking. let’s ride.” he smiled at her and followed.

—

he brought her to the town. she went shopping for her new wardrobe. george just thought it would be fun to go with her.

right now, she was in a changing room trying on all her different outfits.

“so, how come you’re here all alone, saving horses?” he asked right outside the curtain.

“uh,” she stammered “i’ve been traveling my whole life. my dad was never in the picture, and my mum’s always on tour.”

“oh. she sings?”

“sweet as sugarcane.”

“you know, there’s some great stuff here. this dress would look very pretty on-“ he was holding up a very tacky blue dress that looked like a nighty. he turned away from the hats and dresses as she emerged from the curtains in a whole new outfit.

she was wearing denim dungarees with a floral yellow top. she was barefoot and spinning around to show him to full outfit.

“you don’t know me at all do you?” she noticed the dress he was holding. the two just laughed it off.

—

once again they found themselves somewhere else. this time a small restaurant, pub, bar whatever you could call it.

there was a live bad and the lead singer was obviously drunk and absolutely horrible.

“god! this whole place is incredible” she exclaimed as george came back with their drinks “i am definitely staying here forever.”

“yeah? your mum wouldn’t miss you?”

“no, she’s not that kind of mom” she brushed it off and laughed.

“oh, i’m sorry. i didn’t…”

“oh! oh, this isn’t a sob story, i’m fine!” she furrowed her brows and assured him.

“and it’s not easy being a mother. if it was, fathers would do it” she continued.

“well, i wish i could stay here, too.” he absorbed everything happening around him. a chaotic love band in front of him and a very pretty lady right next to him.

“oh, when do you go back?” she sipped her drink “to your fully programmed, good job, short haircut life?”

they both let out a small laugh “i have a week”.

“oh!” she cleared her throat and her focus went back to the band.

“listen, about what’s waiting for me back home.”

“yeah, hang on, hang on” she cheered for the band as they ended a song.

she was laughing and cheering and having the time of her life. “i am definitely staying here.”

he forgot what he was about to say and just laughed at her antics.

she raised her hand at the short lady behind the bar. “excuse me. are you the owner?” she inquired.

“my son the owner. he had to buy bar because no other place he let his band play.”

“hello!” the lead singer, the lady’s son sat down on their table “so, how can i help you?”

“well, firstly, you’re all awesome” this was the thing about y/n. even if he was horrible and drunkenly singing, she loved that he was having fun and enjoying what he was doing. that should be the purpose if everything in life.

“oh!” his eyes lit up at the compliment.,”and second,” she placed her hands on his “i’d like to sing here sometime with my group.” she offered.

“you have a good voice” the owner raised his eyebrow.

“oh, sweet as sugarcane” george affirmed and winked back at y/n.

“okay… then let us hear.” he gave the mic to y/n.

“oh, no. not just like that.” she leaned back on her chair and chuckled nervously.

“here on island, everything just like that. it’s the path of happiness. you think too much, you get unhappy” the man exaggerated, stood up and offered his hand to y/n.

she stood up from her chair, silently asking george for help. all he did was shrug in response.

“thinking at all is pretty much… a mistake.” he lead her to the stage and twirled her around.

“well, in that case,” she sighed “uh… okay.”

she started humming, then singing andante, andante by abba, capella.

everyone was shocked to say the least. george, the owner’s mother, the few customers all paid attention to the stage.

the instruments started platinum in the background while a disco ball softly spun. she chuckled nervously before continuing.

she walked off the stage while singing.

“you are hired!” the owner excitedly yelled.

“really?” her eyes widened.

“yes! you are really, really, really, hired!” he hugged her.

she cheered while the owner gestured for his mother to serve them drinks.

—

later that evening, george brought y/n to his little “shack on a hill” to stay for the night.

they stopped right before the door, the stars brightly shining in the sky. before any of them knew, the two leaned in to press their lips against each other’s, george’s hand on the side of her face her arms around her neck.

it seemed like all time went out the window, she was laying in his bed, fully nude under the covers right next to him.

—

the next day, george planned a whole itinerary for the two. they went for breakfast in the town. he told her about all the food his mum cooked for his whole family. he exclusively told her about his twin brother, his sister and his parents. he didn’t want to talk about the others.

right after breakfast, here they were, on a boat to explore off the island.

“right” george grunted as he lifted the paddles of the boat.

“i don’t think you know what you’re doing” y/n chuckled.

“i’m hoping,” he panted “if i keep pulling these two bits of wood, we might eventually bump into land”

“oh, okay.” she was uncertain and a bit nervous to say the least. non of them knew where they were going, for all she knows they migjt end up stranded.

“there’s another little island over there. i thought we might go for a little picnic” she looked over his shoulder where she assumed where the island was.

“where’s the food?” she leaned back to absorb the sunlight shining down on them.

“oh, you’re gonna catch it, on the way” he winked. she chuckled and picked up what was supposed to be a fishing net.

george continued rowing we he admired her beauty.

“uh…” she stammered “so, we haven’t talked about last night.”

george faltered “no…”

“you should know that i never do that, as fast.” she explained “i mean, hardly ever.”

she paused “well, sometimes — a bit recently, in fact. but not on the whole, not.”

“i thought it was miraculous” he assured.

“um, i’m gonna say something here, and you should shut up as i’m saying it because you’ll think i’m crazy for a while, but gradually you’ll… you’ll realize i’m right, and then you’ll spend the rest of your life thanking me for saving so much time and getting straight to it.”

george looked at her skeptically “well, i’m ready”

“i wasn’t joking yesterday, i was serious. i want to stay here, and i think you should, too. i think we should make a choice to do something radical and wonderful, to live in this extraordinary place with someone…” she hesitated before continuing “someone miraculous.”

when george just stared at her she spoke up again “i told you, you’d think it was crazy.”

he sighed before speaking up “i don’t think it’s that simple. nothing is.”

“everything is, when you break it down”

george looked out at the distance before looking back at her. she was the most miraculous thing he’s ever seen, touched, interacted with.

y/n was biting her lip as she awaited an answer from him. when he chuckled, she felt a smile creep onto her face.

“i don’t think it’s crazy.”

she chuckled “that’ll do; for now”

he took out his camera to snap a picture of an angel in human form, sitting across him. he didn’t know why he ever thought of leaving her, even if they did just meet a day ago.

they had a lot of fun the rest of the day. taking photos of each other, catching fish, having a picnic and almost getting lost.

—

another few days went by, they slept in the same ‘shack’, in the same bed, doing everything together.

y/n was wide awake at 5am in the morning. she was scribbling in her journal everything that’s happened with george. she was happy ; no, ecstatic! she felt alive and amazing.

she stopped writing as she gazed at him. still fast asleep next to her.

she went out to the balcony and walked around wherever her feet took her. picking oranges, doing cartwheels on the sand. she also fell while picking said oranges, it fell on her head and a goat almost chased her off the island.

when she got back to george’s shack. she made the two of them breakfast. she was almost done before she opened a drawer on the kitchen island.

in it was a bunch of knives and other cutlery, and a journal, most probably george’s. it was brown leather with a sealed with a leather band.

she couldn’t help it, she picked it up and pulled a photo that was sticking out of it.

y/n’s fantasy world crumbled at her feet. it was george. her george. he was cradling a dark skinned woman at his side. she was tall, beautiful, everything george probably wanted. she saw a gaudy engagement ring on her finger. that did it for y/n, she slammed the book down and ran for it.

the loud noise woke george up. he put on some clothes and ran after her.

she just ran and ran until she arrived back at the farmhouse she found the horse in.

“y/n! y/n! please, just listen to me” he pleaded.

“love to” she yelled sarcastically.

“you will?”

“yeah, of course. i’ll listen while you answer three questions” she stood at the too of the broken stairs, glaring daggers at him.

all he did was nod in response.

“are you engaged to that beautiful woman?”

“yes”

oh lord, did she feel like breaking down again. but she couldn’t, he was right there in front of her, a few steps down.

“and did you tell me about it?” her ring clad hands clenched into tight fists.

“no” he shook his, looking down at his shoes.

“and do you seriously think i could ever forgive you?” she asked one last time, breathless.

“please, y/n.” he pleaded once more.

“go! leave!” she stomped up the stairs, not caring if she fell through the pathetic pieces if wood.

“please just listen to me”

“that is enough listening! go!” she screamed at him at the top of her lungs before marching up the stairs again.

he just stood there. not knowing what to say. he just lost the possible love of his life.

of course, he loved angelina. but did he love her the way he loved y/n? considering how heartbroken he is about y/n now? probably not.

he heard her slam a door. he sighed before leaving the farmhouse in despair.

he ran back to his house with tears in his eyes. he packed up his bags, and decided to just go home.

y/n on the other hand was destroying what was left of the farmhouse. she pulled at her own hair while she watched the waves going back and forth through the window. she really like george, between ron and bill.

she most definitely thought he’d be the one.

the last time y/n saw george was when he was leaving with a boat. she was standing by a tree as he was whisked away back to his planned life.

she came back to the horse under the farmhouse. she stroked and hugged it for comfort.

—

a few days go by of y/n sitting in the old overgrown room, sobbing. she was heartbroken.

the only way she could fix it was either by singing, which she was not in the mood to, or being with her friends.

it resulted in option number two. she waited for fleur and dawn at the dock.

when she heard gasps of her name, she immediately turned to see her two most favorite people in the world.

her sullen face turned into a small smile as she ran to hug them. the two were screaming and shrieking to see their best friend again.

they met in the middle of the pier in a tight hug. they missed each other so much!

“oh my god! i see what you mean!” fleur exclaimed.

“this is beautiful!” dawn was jumping around, arms wide open as she twirled to see the place “this place is paradise!”

“i’m so glad you’re here” she sniffled.

they noticed her expression. their faces fell. “what’s happened?” “where’s the hot architect?”

“oh.. turns out he was lying to me.” she confessed.

“he’s not an architect?” dawn asked.

she shook her head no “he’s engaged, to someone else.”

she let out a small pathetic laugh “and she looks beautiful, and now he’s gone back to her.” her voice was shaky almost breaking down in tears again.

“i hate it when they do that” fleur rubbed her arm comfortingly.

“oh!” the three hugged again.

—

she explained to them everything that’s happened, including ron, bill and the pub, everything.

they rode the horse as she led them to where she’s been sleeping. “so, i’ve been sleeping in this farmhouse. but it’s the most beautiful place in the world. and it also has a horse.”

“yes, very romantic. we’re taking you home.” fleur sighed.

“uh, not before a fabulous performance by the greatest girl band in the world.” dawn interjected.

“yes!” “we’ve got all the gear! where are we playing?”

“oh! no, no, no. i can’t. i can’t. i’m not in the mood” y/n groaned.

“oh! but it will put you in that mood!”

“of course it will! the floodlights, the grease paint, the adrenaline of the crowd. a thousand descendants of great greek warriors cheering and clapping furiously as the irresistible beat transforms their bodies into pulsating pilars of flesh!”

—

when they git to the pub. it was as dead as the relationship between y/n and george.

no one was there. the band was exhausted out of their mind and the owner’s mother was serving just one customer.

“i don’t know how to sing about love when i’m not feeling it.”

“then, sing about what you are feeling.” fleur suggested.

y/n sang the beginning of mamma mia by abba in a sullen, depressing tone.

the band started watching her with comforting smiles in their faces. y/n slowly moved to the center of the stage, standing and swaying her hips a little.

when she got to the pre-chorus, the pace picked up a bit and the tone was more fiery and fun. the band started playing again.

dawn and fleur cheered before joining her on stage.

“yes, y/n!”

when they continued performing to the second verse, the owner whistled for more people to come in.

people started crowding the pub when she ran back on stage. the three were jumping and stomping to the beat.

the dancer around the pub and ended up on the bar counter.

dawn ended up accidentally pushing y/n off the counter and into the arms of another familiar ginger man.

“bill?!” it was bill. the man with the boat.

fleur was eyeing the two up and down. she definitely thought bill was attractive.

fleur and dawn left them alone against fleur’s will. she didn’t pass up the chance to walk by them every time though.

when fleur sat back down across dawn, she started ranting.

“my point is—“

“i know what your point is.”

“you don’t know what my point is.” she argued.

“your point is that you fancy him.”

she hummed back “you see? you were wrong. that’s not my point. it’s not that i fancy him. my point is, actually, that i love him and i want to have his babies and eventually push him around in a wheelchair and scatter his ashes.”

dawn spit her drink back into the glass to look at fleur weirdly. “i see.”

“and he likes y/n. and i don’t think that’s very fair.”

“he can help her feel better.”

“d’you know what makes me feel better when my heart’s broken? cake. why doesn’t she just do that instead? just eat humongous amounts of cake and leave hot ginger guy to me.”

they looked back over at y/n and bill. they were talking and laughing and generally just enjoying themselves.

“i’m going in” fleur smiled.

“no. you’re staying out, sister, because you love y/n and you want her to be happy.”

as dawn sat fleur back down, y/n and bill approached them. “hey guys”

“hi” the two said back, fleur’s drink accidentally spilling from her mouth.

“this is my friend bill” she pointed to him.

“hi!” fleur said again, flustered “it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“we’ve heard nothing about you.” dawn said, fleur laughing saying ‘hi’ again.

“i brought y/n here on my boat.” bill explained.

“you’ve got a boat!” fleur exclaimed “he’s got a boat!”

“and then i worried about her so i came back.” bill continued.

“he worries, he cares. and he’s got a boat!”

“and now, i’m taking her out to sea again.”

“taking her out to sea again. in the boat”

dawn looked at fleur weirdly before fleur sat down and downed her drink.

“you don’t think i should go?” y/n stepped forward and whispered to dawn.

“are you kidding? of course, you should.” dawn turned around the get fleur again “tell her she should go.”

fleur stayed silent for a few seconds before dawn slapped her arm a few times. “you should absolutely go.”

“that’s what i’m saying”

“i- i’m saying it too. go.”

“go! and do everything i’d do!” dawn stepped forward.

“nearly everything. i’m sorry.” fleur pulled her back.

“thanks, guys. i’ll be back soon.”

“bye, darlin’!” “bye.”

when y/n was out of sight, fleur’s smile faltered. “could i get some cake please?”

“some cake over here?” dawn gestured for a waiter.

“— a lot of cake!”

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crazy-loca-blog · 3 years

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Hello, hello! This week, we are going on a little:

Home Tour!

Notes: Answer the following with pictures (dialogue from your characters is optional!). Collages are highly encouraged if you want to answer a question with multiple pictures because tumblr mobile only allows 10 total pics. Otherwise, tumblr on a desktop lets you add multiple pictures (non-beta)!

For both:

What does the outside of the home look like? (Front/back yard, garden, pool, etc)

Living room and home office (if any)?

Kitchen and dining room?

Bedrooms? (Master, guest, others)

Other rooms?

Do you own your dream home? If not, what does that dream home look like?

What is your favorite room to spend time in with each other?

Masterlist

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Ethan: Why does this feel like we're doing MTV Cribs?

Casey: What's that?

Ethan: You have to be kidding me... every kid and teenager on the nation watched that show in the late 90's.

Casey: Ethan... you do remember that I'm 10 years younger than you, don't you? Also, I can't imagine you as the type of teenager who would watch MTV.

Ethan: I didn't watch it... my girlfriend did.

*The doorbell rings*

Casey: That explains a lot... Bree is here!

Casey: Hey, Bree! Welcome to our home!

Bree: Hey guys... wow, this home is impressive! Can you tell me more about it?

Ethan: We got this place shortly before getting married. We agreed that we wanted to have a new beginning at a new place, so we moved in here right after the wedding.

Casey: We got this two-story duplex because it had everything we were looking for: plenty of space with a beautiful view, a nice kitchen, and enough rooms for his dad and my brother to stay here with us when they come to visit.

Ethan: It's also close to Edenbrook, which is important for us if there is an emergency and we are needed at the hospital.

Casey: And even though this wasn't something that we were looking for, there are three outside areas that are exclusive to us and that we fell in love with: a terrace that I´ve been in charge of renewing because it was a mess, a secluded patio and the rooftop and its pool, which is Ethan's favorite place.

Ethan: Swimming after a long day of work helps me clear my mind. The fact that the pool also has a view of Boston Common makes this place very impressive, too.

Casey: True... most of the time I go to the pool with him, but I can't swim, it freaks me out, so he's definitely the one who makes the most of it.

Ethan: I've tried to teach you...

Casey: And we always get distracted... you should stick to teaching medicine, Dr. Ramsey *smirks*

Casey: Then we have the living room. It is so big that decorating it was a nightmare... but we love the result. By the way, have you seen the paintings? Both were a gift from Evelyn, our patient in the diagnostics team.

Ethan: We don't use it a lot when it's only the two of us here, but it is the area we use the most when friends and family come to visit.

Bree: I can imagine a lot of people in this place and still having room for plenty more...

Casey: Me too! It's so sad that we weren't allowed to have a housewarming party here.

Ethan: If it's anything like the party you had during your intern year, maybe it's for the best...

Casey: Hey! How do you know about it? You literally *imitating Ethan* "had to decline my inivtation"...

Ethan: Is that you imitating me? I love you, but that was awful... of course I knew it because I could hear every nurse talking about it the next day... how did you manage to have all those people there?

Casey: I have no idea... but it was epic...

Ethan: One of the areas where we paid especial attention while looking for a home was the kitchen. We both enjoy cooking together, so we needed it to be comfortable enough for both of us. The fact that the dining room is right next to it is very practical, too.

Casey: And he was very specific about something...

Ethan: You're going to tease me forever with that...

Bree: I remember Casey telling that Ethan can't make pancakes...

Ethan: This is embarrassing... and pointless... *rolls his eyes*

Casey: This gorgeous man who happens to be my husband, had a dishwasher that he used even before I moved in to his old place... only because he hates doing the dishes...

*Bree and Casey laugh in unison*

Casey: Trust me, the water bill has dropped a lot since I moved in with you...

Ethan: I wouldn't be so sure... we don't use it in the dishwasher, but we take long showers...

Casey: Ethan! *begins to blush*

Ethan: I think I've just won this round, sweetheart *smirks*

Casey: This is the area of the house where we spend most of our time... because... uh... *blushes furiously*

Ethan: It's funny to see you blushing... I'm sure that Bree knows exactly what married couples do in a bedroom... *smirks*

Bree: Of course I do... you sleep... a lot... after those exhausting shifts, that's exactly what I'd do... *smiles*

Casey: We enjoy the view, too... anyway, the bedroom has three areas... there is of course, the area where we... sleep... then there is our bathroom where we take long showers... *winks at Ethan*

Ethan: ...and then there is what I call "Casey's chaos area"... or the closet. And it's only fair to say that yeah, I may hate doing the dishes, but she's the worst when having to fold her clothes... so Bree, don't even try to open her closet's door...

Bree: Okay, I won't *chuckles*

Casey: Lucky me for having a husband who offers as tribute to fold my clothes

Ethan: As lucky as I am for having a wife who volunteers to do the dishes...

*They stare at each other for a long, long time... Bree wonders if they forgot that she is right there with them*

Ethan: One of the things we agreed we wouldn't have when we were looking for a place was a home office, because we didn't want to bring the work home.

Casey: So we decided to make a change and we turned the office into a small living room for us to read, to watch TV... basically, a place to get cozy. And yeah, it became my favorite room in the house.

Ethan: Of course, the original plan of not having a home office failed. So we ended up building a small office, very secluded, that we avoid like the plague. We only use it as a very last resource.

Bree: Guys, I love the amount of books you have... they're almost in every single room of the house!

Ethan: Trust me, we didn't realize how many books we had until we moved to this place.

Casey: We don't watch much TV, but we both are heavy readers. Of course, the medical books are a must.

Ethan: And we finally have two guest rooms. They both look exactly the same, and one of them is for my dad and the other one is for Oliver, Casey's brother.

Casey: We love having them at our place, you know? We all four have this little family and we have a great relationship. So the main reason behind the guest rooms is us wanting them to visit more often.

Bree: Guys, your house is impressive... but I need to know... is this your dream home?

Ethan: It's perfect for this moment of our lives.

Casey: Exactly. We both love this place and we can't see ourselves living anywhere else... but we've been talking about the possibility of expanding our family in the future...

Ethan: It's a secret though, we haven't told anyone but you about it... *they smile at each other*

Bree: Really? That's great news, congratulations, guys! I feel honored!

Ethan: And the problem is that we both grew up in houses, so we don't know if a penthouse and a kid are compatible.

Casey: Exactly... but going back to your question, for me, this is more than I ever dreamed of. None of us grew up surrounded by luxuries, and I personally never had expensive stuff before coming to Boston, so this is definitely something that I'm not used to, and I don't think I ever will. But I think I'm speaking for both of us here, we're more than grateful for all of this.

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A/N: If you can read this post, then it means my Internet came back to life and that you have a lot of patience lol. Thanks a lot @jamespotterthefirst for sending these questions and contributing to my weekly procrastination quote. Loved it!

#newlyweds game with your host bree #newlyweds game #newlyweds ask game #answered asks #ethan ramsey #casey valentine #ethan x casey #casey x ethan

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yandere-southpark · 4 years

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Never thought about yandere South Park but I am definitely for it can I request yandere butter as friends and lovers (separate) if possible also can I just say love butter such a good boy he deserves so much❤️ hope to see more from you💕💕

HCs for Platonic and Romantic Yandere Butters

A.N. - Thanks for the warm welcome! Butters is my favourite character, so this request made me so happy. Also, I put a ‘keep reading’ cut because this ended up getting pretty long. I hope you enjoy it.

Leopold "Butters" Stotch

Platonic:

His friend most likely protected him from bullies or comforted him after an especially harsh punishment by his father, and now Butters idolizes them. Every time he feels like playing, whether it's with toys in his backyard, colouring in his room or anything else, he goes out of his way to invite them.

On the playground, he follows them around and does whatever they are doing while chattering about his day and any random topic that pops into his head. Wherever his friend sits on the bus, Butters is always right next to them. He walks them home, talking all the way, and has to be reminded that he doesn't live with them.

Sleepovers are constant and seemingly neverending. Butters wants to spend as much time with his friend as possible, and his parents often get in the way of this, so the sleepovers take place almost exclusively at his friend's house. He brings all sorts of drawings and knickknacks to show them and stays on their heels the whole time, rambling excitedly about everything he wants to do.

The two of them usually end up playing make-believe and doing a movie marathon before Butters presents a new drawing he made celebrating their friendship. He commemorates every single sleepover with one, and his friend has an overflowing drawer dedicated specifically to these drawings.

Unintentionally manipulative. Butters is never more enthusiastic than when his friend agrees to hang out, so when they decline, it feels like his whole world has come crashing down around him. He spends the rest of the day moping and miserable, wondering if he did something wrong or if they have finally grown tired of him as everyone else has.

Unfortunately, this uncertainty only leads to Butters doubling down on his clingy behaviour. More friendship drawings, more hugs, and more sleepovers. He smothers them to the point where even Cartman is unsettled, and his parents forcibly intervene with dubious results.

Jealousy is not too big of an issue. Butters doesn't mind if his friend is dating someone as long as their partner treats them well and is not monopolizing their time. He understands that they may have other friends and won't come after them, but that doesn't stop him from pouting whenever someone interrupts a hang out session and being extra clingy afterwards.

Romantic:

This kid is all over his partner 24/7 with gifts galore. Before Butters confesses, he bombards his crush with homemade novelties and any trinkets he thinks they will like. While not a full-time stalker, he does pay the utmost attention to them at school and memorizes everything he hears about their interests.

He frequently seeks out his crush at recess and asks them if they want to hang out at Stark's Pond or any other more secluded date spot after school, and their response will make or break his day.

His infatuation with them is blatantly obvious to most everyone, what with his tendency to get very carried away while talking about them and his habit of sweating and blushing while staring at them from the moment they enter the room to the moment they exit it.

Absolutely terrified of abandonment. Butters views his partner as one of the few people who doesn't think of him as a pathetic loser, and he wants more than anything to keep it that way.

He overcompensates for this fear by doing everything in his power to please them, so if they show any signs of being unhappy with him, Butters will panic immensely and plead with them to not leave him while drowning them in apology gifts. It's an overwhelming reaction that usually only serves to make his partner feel uncomfortable and guilty, unwittingly manipulating them, even if in actuality he had misread the situation or jumped to conclusions.

Already affectionate to a fault, but this behaviour increases tenfold once he is in a relationship with his crush. At that point, Butters almost never leaves their side and is always touching them in one way or another.

Hugs are constant, linger for more than a little too long, and nearly break their spine. He is not the type to force kisses, but if his partner ever did kiss him, he would erupt in euphoria and remain on cloud nine for the remainder of the week.

It may sound nice in concept, but what this would truly entail is an endless stream of phone calls and text messages whenever they are apart, and Butters never letting go of his partner's hand or giving them any semblance of personal space when they are together.

If his partner tries to avoid him, it only makes him more clingy. If they ask him to take it down a notch, he interprets it as them being upset with him, which leads to apology gifts and guilt that sparks even more clinginess. It's a terrible cycle, really.

Jealousy is a much more prevalent issue than Butters cares to admit. It largely stems from his insecurities, but every time he catches someone being a little too friendly with his partner, he gets the itch to let his more villainous alter ego take the reins. His mind is a dark place during this time, and it's not unheard of for him to let a few thinly veiled insults slip that would make a sailor blush.

No one is in any immediate danger as long as they take the hint and back off soon because everyone has their breaking point, and Butters isn't always so merciful once he reaches his.

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distapata · 3 years

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The awfully kind @ruminationsofaraven made my day with all these asks !!! Thank you so much for sending these in, I love you ❤️

Dhruba-Tara

34. Do they go on dates? What are they like?

I have covered their dating habits in an old post, but I will take this moment and go into more detail. Because that post talks exclusively about Tara's preferences regarding dating and Dates.

They don't go on Dates planning to do such. Tara likes to let the moment come to them rather than pushing it, and Dhruba likes not having the pressure of planning something and making it special, mostly because he likes their romantic moments to be private and finding a safe, secluded place is not as easy as it may sound.

However, sometimes he does take her out of the house, and he calls it a date because that would be something she won't refuse. If he learns about some drama that might play out between the other members of the family, he takes her out because they don't need to be there for that. These dates are less romantic and more casual where he takes her to dinner or a movie, and then if she feels like it, they stop by the temple near Choudhuri Bari, a temple that holds much significance to their lives - he still remembers the scene with much clarity, Tara dancing in front of the idol of Radhamadhav while he hid behind the pillars, when he picked up her anklet and took it with him - and they sit on the steps, swapping stories until Tara feels sleepy, and then they head home (and go straight to their bedroom in a bid to avoid whatever drama they missed. Later, they will sneak out and check on the children).

When they don't go on dates but come home or retire to their bedroom with the feeling that they have had one (a date, that is), it is usually an experience where both of them spent their time with each other, flirting, touching, and if they had the privacy, which they either did or tried to create some privacy but failed - kissing. They love being romantic and that's what constitutes a Date for them, other times when they have a special moment, or a series of moments, those don't count as a date, although they are definitely cherished and counted among favorite moments.

50. Who gets overwhelmed by small acts of kindness?

They both do.

Being on the receiving end of kindness is not something they are accustomed to, and an act of kindness is as appreciated as a rainbow, and just as unexpected. And even when they come to expect it, they get overwhelmed very, very easily, at the first sign of kindness, no matter how small.

Turning off the lights if the other person has a headache, placing the blanket on them and tucking it close, Dhruba making tea for Tara when she is upset (he doesn't drink tea or coffee and he makes a pretty bad cup of it, but she appreciates it nonetheless), Dhruba covertly dusting their room because Tara has severe dust allergies are some examples of the kindness they show.

And they always, always, get overwhelmed.

46. Who initiates kisses?

Tara.

She likes having control and exercising it. She knows she is younger and less experienced, so knowing that she has the choice to make the first move and - provided he is also in the mood for it - take things further, if she wants to, feels good.

Of course, here we are talking about direct kisses, on the mouth, and usually the drawn out ones. When it comes to quick, chaste kisses that go nowhere, just random displays of affection, Dhruba takes the initiative, because these are usually stolen moments and Tara would never risk someone, especially the children, noticing them.

If it is a sleepy goodnight or good morning kiss, then too, it is Tara who drops them on Dhruba's sleepy face, because she is the one to go to bed last and wake up first, and his nose looks particularly inviting when he is asleep, she can't help but drop a kiss on the bridge of his nose - his forehead is also a good candidate for these kisses.

23. Who is better with kids?

Tara. He says it is because she is not too far from being a kid herself, which is more or less true because she is better in her twenties when she can relate to - and compete with - the enviable amount of energy children have. In her thirties and forties, she is less capable of keeping up with them and gets easily frustrated, but she is still a good mother and an adult figure, just not as good as she was before it became a chore to run through the house chasing after some kids - kids in question being Mahi's (Dhruba's niece) children.

Dhruba is good with children (be it his own, or someone else's), something one might not expect from the formidable Dhrubajyoti Lahiri or DJL, something that throws off Tara when she sees him interact with her students. He is quick to remind her that he has a niece and nephew who have grown up with him, and he is a father of two.

14. Who’s prone to road rage?

Going with the description found here

Dhruba doesn't like driving at a snail's pace, so he never drives in Kolkata, he always takes one of his drivers with him. He also doesn't like it when he sees people flouting traffic rules, and has been known to roll his window down and shout at not-so-innocent teenagers with their earbuds sticking out of their ears, and once or twice, he has stepped out and lectured the offenders.

He doesn't comment on other drivers because that is a waste of time. Bikers he hates and every time he sees one, he vows to never let his children ride, let alone drive one of those monstrosities.

Tara had a traffic rulebook with colorful pictures and quotations prepared for her students (half of them didn't read her guidebook but she doesn't know that), so obviously she takes road safety very seriously and whenever she sees kids or teenagers being reckless she lectures them about their irresponsibility and how they have families (she doesn't mention that she doesn't, but it's there, it is always there in the back of her mind).

She remembers sitting in the backseat while her father drove the Choudhuri's family car, and she knows all of the slangs drivers use. All. Of. Them. She doesn't use them because she is not one for swearing, but she definitely understands what they say, while Dhruba looks on, confused.

If she is not too busy with other stuff and if it is just her and Dhruba and not the kids, she keeps doing a running commentary on the cars passing them, and ninety percent of it is her ranting about reckless drivers under her breath. Dhruba finds it to be adorable, but he knows better than to say it.

Like him, she too, hates motorcycles, but some times she wonders what it will be to ride one. And then one of the bikers does something and she feels like stopping the car and slapping them silly.

Brishti-Subinoy

17. Who carries all the important documents while traveling?

In the initial phase of their relationship, as in, when they were very young and inexperienced in general and had not grown comfortable travelling together and being responsible for the documents, up until three or four years into their marriage, there used to be a chaotic game of passing the parcel with the necessary documents.

Brishti would keep the documents with her, put together with binder clips, and Subinoy would ask about the documents five times in the span of an hour. She would be annoyed and hand over the documents, and then he will stress over where he has put his things and root through his luggage at frequent intervals. Worried that he would misplace the documents with his near-constant shuffling, she would take them back and snap at him the next time he asked about them, and he would learn his lesson and keep quiet about it.

Over the years, he learnt to relax and made no unreasonable query to see the documents in ten minute intervals (exaggeration, of course, Brishti knows that he was far more reasonable than that, but it surely felt like ten minutes). And she got to relinquish her hold on the documents and the experience of being freed of that responsibility was, and would continue to be, a good one.

Soon, they both had pretty hectic schedules, so whoever had more time did most of the packing and organising and took care of the documents.

A habit that came in handy later in life, when they didn't have each other to depend on. Not that they did a lot of travelling at that point of their lives, but their work took them places.

And then, after the reunion, they returned to their system of handling the documents depending on their schedules and how much time they were able to spend preparing for the trip.

Once, only once, Subinoy had tried to make Bilu carry the documents, but that had resulted in him reverting back to asking "Are you sure you have packed in all of the necessary documents?" until both Bilu and Brishti were stressed out, and after she had taken the folder from Bilu, she had made Subinoy promise that they wouldn't be repeating this system - ever. And they didn't.

So the short answer to your question is that both were capable of handling the responsibility (although Subinoy had taken a while to learn how) and depending on the situation, either of them took charge of the documents. Mostly it was Subinoy because he had a more planned work schedule (and regular hours) as opposed to the random assignments Brishti had to deal with.

20. What do they argue about the most?

This is so not a good question for them, because there is a large portion of their lives - almost two decades - where all they do is argue. That isn't to say that they had argued a lot because at these were also years when they rarely saw each other, and distance makes the heart grow fonder (read, when they weren't standing in front of each other and doing the exact things that had torn them apart, they were wallowing in their memories and one couldn't hold up an imaginary argument with someone when they were yearning for that same person). But yes, they had a lot to argue about.

Some of the topics they argue about, the difficult, intense topics, are money - the importance of it, its effects on society and what effect that has on their lives; the definition of family, what constitutes of a family, why it is not always a waste of time to care about other people; her line of work and the risks involved, parenting.

Topics that led them - that often lead them - to hurt each other are her career, the dangers of it and why she should step back and take better care of herself, how their demanding schedules kept them from fulfilling their duties towards Bilu, his failures, her failures, his ambitious plans for Bilu, and last but certainly not the least, Bilu.

One facet of the other that they attempt to rectify, leading to - yes, you guessed it right - arguments are; for him, Brishti's passion for justice and seeking out the truth; and for her, his inability to accept his faults and verbalize his regrets - she cannot read his eyes all the time.

Topics that don't lead to them arguing but serve as a solid base for almost half of their serious arguments are Brishti not choosing him and him not choosing her (if push comes to shove, they will always end up choosing each other, they know it, but until then, they will fight for the things that matter to them - Brishti and Subinoy, as individuals); and how they have both changed over the years, their experiences in their respective fields shaping them, how the change in perspective is jarring, how they are no longer children, how they no longer sense the problem plaguing then and have to depend on verbal cues.

Silly things they argue about are his aversion to anything sweet (no medical reasons, only that he doesn't like the taste, he won't eat anything that tastes sweet, unless it is prasad, and even then he might pass some of it to Brishti), her long earrings that tinkle and serve as a distraction, his rigid schedule ("Subinoy, no one has dinner at eight thirty,") and coffee (she loves it, he hates it, they both need it to keep up with their work).

Topics they argue about simply because it is fun to rile each other up are sports (in which neither have any interest), the summer heat, the nuisance that are glasses when one is trying to eat a steaming bowl of soup (it is hilarious the way he keeps complaining about it, as if she doesn't know how annoying it is - they both have glasses).

38. Who reaches for the other one’s hand while driving?

Neither do this because they are far too serious about road safety to keep their hands anywhere that is not the steering wheel or the gear box.

But, in case they were a little more relaxed about it, then, it would be, undoubtedly, Subinoy who would reach for her hand, regardless of who is driving. He craves a human touch, physical affection is an important part of his love language. They need not do anything, the connection, the skin-on-skin contact is enough to please him.

In the alternate universe where he does reach for her hand, he will keep his palm under or over her hand, depending on who is driving, and it will be enough. He doesn't squeeze the fingers, he doesn't hold hands, he just wants to establish a connection when he cannot look into her eyes (that's another one of his love languages). And she lets him, because she loves it as much as he does.

However, just because they don't reach for the other does not mean that they don't long for them, or that they don't want them sitting right beside them as they drive. They want it, and they need it, so much so that they give up on driving after the separation. Brishti takes the office car or avails public transport, Subinoy has his driver.

After they get back together and Bilu plans a short drive with the other families, Brishti and Subinoy take turns driving, and the knowledge that both of them know how to drive a car throws off Bilu and his friends because they have never seen either of the two drive. And although they don't reach for the other one’s hand, Bilu knows better than to stare at them and intrude on what is clearly a private - somehow intimate - moment.

41. Who is the big spoon/little spoon?

Subinoy is the protective one, and Brishti loves burrowing into him and soak in the love he offers.

This is a pattern no matter what position they are in, whether they are in bed, on the sofa, or if she is sitting on the chair, it is always he who wraps his hands around her - from behind, from the side, anyway he can envelop her in his arms, he does.

In bed, he mostly sleeps on his back so they don't 'spoon', per se, she simply burrows into him when she is in the mood to snuggle and he indulges her. Or she throws her arm over him and clutches his sleep-shirt and what option does he have than to sleepily bat at her fist to free his shirt (and when that fails, dig his fingers into the sleeve of her salwar because two can play a game) - and this is another situation where he holds her in his arms.

If he does sleep on his side, then it is usually because he had retired to bed alone while she was either at the study or at work, and it generally makes for a situation where she can fit into him after a long, exhausting day - he is the big spoon.

If he is sick with something other than a headache and it isn't serious, only a light ailment, maybe a cold, then he pulls away and sleeps on his side, and she has learnt that he wants her to reach out, so she does. She is the big spoon in this scenario.

If she is the one who is sick, then she pushes him away (he knows her enough to remain in the position she prefers), and then curls onto her side and reaches for him, making her the 'big spoon'.

If either of them are seriously ill, then there is no spooning, Subinoy is always on his back. He holds her if she is sick, if it is the opposite, she fusses over him (nine times out of ten, he will hold her wrist and stop her from doing anything useful).

If either of them have a headache then the other one gets no sleep, this is the only sickness that breaks them down enough to make them vocal.

If she has a nightmare, she burrows into him. If he has a nightmare, he pulls her into his arms. And they both kind of sleepily pat the other's hand.

If they are sleeping on the floor, for whatever reason (this rarely happens), then they are both on their backs and might or might not be holding hands under the sheets. They are awfully cute

If and when they fall asleep on the sofa, she is usually over him, no matter who falls asleep first (it is her if the day was particularly tiring, him if whatever they were watching was boring and Brishti was ignoring him in favour of the programme - he hates that). Either way, he will hold her because that's what he does.

Wriju-Ramola

15. Who’s prone to wearing socks indoor (or to sleep)?

Both of them do, sometimes.

Ramola does it for the aesthetics and to annoy him, and because she finds cute colorful socks and they do nothing to battle the cold in winter so she puts them on when the world isn't melting under the summer sun. Sometimes she will click photos and send them to him over Messenger - if he has the time, he will send her a funny message as a reply, if not, he will leave the 'unamused' emoji (they both know he enjoys this game of theirs as much as she does, so this keeps going).

Wriju wears socks on rare days when they have a solid (look at my Bengali self coming out with solid being used to mean serious) argument and she is upset with him. It is a peace offering, and once the laughter (she finds it hilarious, mostly because Wriju, who is otherwise very fit, slips a lot in his socks) subsides, it paves way for him to apologise.

They never wear socks to bed, but sometimes she falls asleep on the sofa while watching the noon news bulletin, and because that's unplanned, the socks stay on (if she had been wearing them).

In winter they both wear socks, and it confuses the kittens (Mopi and Popi) because suddenly their humans have different feet. The colorful ones they were at odd intervals are much better received by the kittens because they understand it is some temporary form of magic, but not the plain white or grey ones they wear in winter.

32. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

Ramola, because she has a habit of cataloging his food habits and preferences and comparing it to what she knows of him, courtesy of his mother's stories. It is a fun game she plays with herself, one he is completely unaware of. It helps that Wriju is more or less set on what he wants to eat at specific restaurants, so if he is running late, or if his mind is still preoccupied with work, she is capable of ordering for him. If it is a new restaurant, Ramola stops everything to focus on his preferences - mostly the muttering off-hand comments he makes while reading the menu.

Wriju remembers some of her choices because she has a few favourites, but she loves experimenting with food so she will choose different things depending on her mood (and the budget, which is also set according to her mood).

One thing neither of them remember to note is their dessert preferences, because usually they are both very excited about dessert and then the only thing on their minds is the food they will eat.

49. What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Mostly, they write letters. A habit borne of when they were dating, and when Ramola had access to Kahalgarh and Bhattacharya Bari's flower garden. Pressed flowers, for their aesthetic beauty and for what they signify, were an important part of their correspondence back when they weren't married.

So, even now, when he is at the office, or away at a trip, she writes the letters and leaves them on his study table for him to read them when he comes home. He writes letters and keeps them in his suitcase, and once he returns home, he puts them on the side table and waits for her to read them, lying down on the bed and fiddling with the edges of his pillowcase (that's a good way to relax). He, however, reads his letters in private.

As for what they do with themselves when they are away, Ramola cooks, plays with the kittens, gets Wriju's Mum (and her Dugga Maashi) to massage her hair, changes the curtains and bedsheets/pillowcases, reorganises the bookshelf, anything that keeps her hands full and mind busy. Wriju misses her - misses them - when he is at a position to let his guard down and think of his family, other times he is focused on his work.

20. What do they argue about the most?

They don't argue a lot, since both of them think that life is too short (and unpredictable) to waste it on squabbling over things when they know that they will stay together - divorce is not an option they will use and they have no control over death.

When they do argue, and it is a real one, not where they are both pulling each other's leg, it is about - dredging up the past and apologizing for it, misplaced understanding of responsibility and the guilt that follows when they fail to measure up to their difficult expectations from themselves.

Silly topics include who Dugga/Dakhsayani loves the most (everyone knows it is Wriju), who the kittens love the most (it is difficult to tell, but Ramola has a slight edge over him), which news portal is good and unbiased towards the crime department (none of them are), and what color they should paint the bedroom (Wriju always votes for blue and Ramola votes against it).

Things they don't argue about but they would, if they were not so dead set against arguments are his work schedule, the busy hours, the odd hours, and how he brings his work home and what he sees has a much larger effect on him than the happenings of his daily life; the fact that she doesn't have a job and while it is her choice, she still feels useless, more so because his mother has kids she tutors but Ramola doesn't; his belief that he will find his father and that his father is alive; her interest in reaching out to his half-siblings (if any, the affair was never proven) to get a better understanding of the situation before his father disappeared; his friendships and connections that sometimes come across as more important than his relationship with his mother; how, nowadays, she knows his mother better than he does.

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Omg hi I'm glad to see you back!! Open you dont get too many ask lol but from the sfw can I ask for Cora and Law the letters l.m.n?

Like father like son 🤪 I love these two so much!! Thanks for the warm welcome and for this lovely request. Hope you like it! 💕

Fluff Alphabet (Corazon, Law) (L, M, N)

Corazon

L = Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

- there’s hardly any need for a confession, as when Corazon is in love, it is totally obvious! he’s very shy around them, antsy, and extra clumsy. the way he stares at them so longingly and goes out of his way to be around them is honestly confession enough! but if they still don’t get the hint, Cora will take some time to build up his confidence to confess (aka lots of practicing in front of a mirror)

- he wants it to be romantic, but nothing over the top. he’ll take them somewhere secluded, somewhere pretty like a cliff overlooking the ocean or a gorgeous field of flowers. he’s dressed nice, like a teenager going to the homecoming dance. he has an entire script prepared. he makes a whole thing about it! because this person is special to him and he wants them to know that, regardless on if they reciprocate or not.

- he’ll look them dead in the eye and when he struggles to recite his script he just flat out confesses his feelings, telling them that he is crazy about them. he rambles on about how he swears to be good to them and that he wouldn’t ever hurt them. he also goes on about how he understands if they don’t feel the same way, and honestly, he won’t shut up until they kiss him! it’s a typical awkward Cora confession, but he can’t complain when it proves successful.

M = Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

- Cora is definitely the marriage type, but he gets a little sad when thinking about it. is marriage really for him? his past is too traumatic and the life he lives is not a safe one, so why should he put someone else in danger just because he loves them? this makes him pretty hesitant about the whole idea of marriage, but once he meets his person, he just wants to be theirs forever.

- the proposal is cheesy of course. he takes them to the exact same place that he first confessed his feelings, dressing in the same outfit if at all possible, and basically just reenacts the moment they both fell in love. it couldn’t be any sweeter. the wedding is small and a bit secretive, with only Sengoku, a few other Marine buddies, and Law as witnesses, but having his s/o there is all he could really want.

- the marriage is truly beautiful. Cora has so much love to give and it’s unbelievably endless throughout their years together! he works hard to keep his s/o happy and to be the best husband, regardless of what life throws their way!

N = Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

- the moment he forms a romantic relationship, the nickname “babe” instantly replaces their actual name lol he uses babe all the time! sometimes he’ll switch it up and use sweetheart or darling or anything similar, but it’s almost exclusively babe/baby. he only ever refers to them by their real name when he’s being serious. when he’s feeling playful, he’ll use some ridiculous and even flirty nicknames, just to be silly.

- he is weak for the nicknames his lover calls him. his favorites are definitely handsome, honey, and love. take advantage of his heart-theme by calling him “heart eyes” or “my heart” or anything similar and he thinks it’s the most beautiful thing ever! Rosi and Cora are also nicknames he enjoys, but really, he adores the way his name rolls so sweetly off their tongue the most!

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Law

L = Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

- it takes a hot minute for Law to get up the courage to confess. he spends so long trying to deny his feelings and just forget about them all together. but it proves to be unbearable as anytime his crush comes around, he basically falls apart! he starts sweating profusely, tripping over his words and his own two feet, and is just so awkward around them. the crew picks up on this instantly and basically nag him until he gives up and finally decides to confess.

- realistically, it’s probably all set up by the Heart Pirates. after finding out about their captain’s feelings, they basically team up to get them together and help their captain confess! it ends up in quite a lot of awkward run ins, a lot of Law backing out, and a very confused crush. Law’s convinced they’re doing a lot more hurting than helping, until their antics have driven (Name) into confronting Law themselves. the crew knew him well after all.

- as soon as he sees the concerned look on their face, he knows he has to follow through. he was seconds away from shambling himself out of there, but he was finally tired of running away. it took a lot of confidence to admit his feelings, he’s not one to have those kinds of feelings anyway, but with the help of some looming crew members silently cheering him on, he was finally able to confess. he’s a little dramatic with it, explaining how they’ve become his weakness and he’s a bit scared of that. he honestly ends up confusing them more with his incessant rambling about the science behind emotions, the brain, and the heart until he exasperatedly blurts out that he likes them.

- he’s embarrassed as hell as it feels like years while he awaits their response. but the moment they smile, accept, and reciprocate his feelings, a wave of relief washes over him. the crew can’t help but to cheer from where they’re hiding, and though it was all a little humiliating, the moment couldn’t have been any more perfect. he wouldn’t admit it, but the crew really saved the day!

M = Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

- marriage is not something Law thinks about ever until he’s in the right relationship. at first it’s kind of scary to him, suddenly thinking about the possibilities of forever, being fully committed to one person for that long. he never really thought he’d be that kind of guy, but once the right person comes around, he can’t imagine doing anything else.

- as for weddings and proposals, Law isn’t really into all of that. not that he doesn’t want to celebrate their marriage, but he’d rather have a small, personal celebration with his fellow Heart Pirates and the uninvited Straw Hats instead of trying to have a big fancy wedding. it’s not about the wedding to him anyway, he just wants to be married to them! if his partner wants to have a big special day, he’ll budge a little, but don’t be surprised if he whines about it lol

- the marriage is hardly different than the relationship before. the love doesn’t change any just because of a certificate. the moment he accepted that he was unconditionally in love with them, he’s been fully committed to them since. he stays true to his vows, promising to love them through sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, and for as long as he lives! not all days are easy, but Law values their relationship and fights to make their relationship strong and everlasting.

N = Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

- you’re pretty special if Law develops a nickname for you. he’s definitely not into the cutesy ones, and the most I can see him using is dear or love with his partner, but even these are “accidents”. he’ll probably come up with some nickname after the first time they do something silly or embarrassing in front of him, just to be a tease. or he’d be a total nerd and call them some scientific/medical nickname or even something related to the comics he reads. other than that, it’s mostly the typical (Name)-ya because he never gets tired of saying their name.

- calling Law nicknames can go one of two ways. 1) he gets grumpy and begs you to never call him that again, or 2) he gets super blushy and will deny to his grave that he likes when you call him that. option one usually happens with the ridiculously cutesy ones like “honey bun”, “cutie pie”, or “sugar lips”. option two is more for things like “darling”, “handsome”, and “sweetheart”. if his partner goes over the top with it, he will just refuse to respond lol he typically just prefers to be called Law by them as it’s far less embarrassing (and he likes the way they say it)

#doctorgerth #doc writes #fluff alphabet #sfw alphabet #romantic #headcanons #hcs #one piece x reader #corazon x reader #law x reader #anon

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airesgay · 3 years

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Feelings 101

Chapter 3: the one that’s definitely all a dream, right?

Relationship: jennifer jareau/emily prentiss

Summary: the friends au where they all work at NYU, and Emily and JJ find themselves reconnecting after 17 years. There are also mixtapes.

Chapter Summary: JJ was having the perfect, normal morning. Until a spilled cup of tea changed everything.

Chapter word count: 2,204

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JJ’s day had started out like any other. In fact, it had the promise of being particularly pleasant. The start of a new year at NYU, the end of a rather disappointing summer, and nothing but blue painting the sky - she had a good feeling about this year. The weather was beautiful, chilly but not freezing, and not a grey cloud in sight: the perfect running conditions.

She tried to start every few days with a run, but on the morning of a new term it was a must. She loved running. It cleared her head, was a healthy outlet for her frustrations, and of course, kept her fit. She missed her days of playing soccer and being part of a team, but this was a fine substitute.

Her usual route around central park took exactly 45 minutes, so she shouldn’t be late for work. In all honesty running towork would be more convenient, but she didn’t like getting changed there. The thought of the very students she gave advice to every day seeing her applying her makeup and doing her hair – well, it didn’t feel professional. She had male coworkers who didn’t have the same hang ups, but of course they didn’t have as much to tend to.

The sights around her made her smile. Two kids were skipping arm in arm with their backpacks making them look like little turtles, a man was rollerblading with his frenzied dog over the bridge, and a girl was trying to eat a pastry and down her coffee at once, all while The Way It Is played through JJ’s earphones.

She’d selected one of her old playlists for today, having woken up with a feeling of nostalgia she couldn’t quite place. As she rounded one of the ponds and started her journey back, a new song drifted into her ears. She smiled, and picked up the pace to match Age of Consent by New Order. It was one of the songs from her special playlist: the selection of songs she’d transferred from The Walkman. Most of those songs were saved exclusively for secluded listening, alone in her room, for falling asleep to. They felt too intimate to let outside the walls of her room. There were only a few more upbeat ones she’d decided to add to her running playlist.

She found herself glad of her playlist selection this morning. It was just the comfort that she needed.

“Whoa watch out senior citizen, athlete passing through!”

The words rang over her music and JJ snapped her head behind her. She was met with the sight of a beaming Derek Morgan racing towards her. He was in his usual running attire: black muscle shirt and shorts and a backwards baseball cap.

JJ rolled her eyes as he caught up to her, removing her earphones.

“So much for my peaceful morning run,” she said, jokingly.

Derek guffawed at her, jogging on the spot. “Yeah, imagine my surprise to find my running buddy had left without me!”

“You were late!”

Derek shrugged, still jogging. “Yeah, well I still managed to catch up didn’t I? Seriously you’re lagging.”

It was JJ’s turn to guffaw and she spared him one mischievous smile before tearing away down the path.

“Race you back to the building!” She called, voice getting lost to the crowd.

Derek shook his head, laughing, before setting after her. “Oh it’s on Barbie.”

JJ beat Derek by a few paces, although he claimed she cheated when she pointed out one of his one-night stands across the street (who was not there) to distract him.

“Hey, not my fault you’re not focused!” she’d replied. “You going up?” She gestured to their building they’d stopped at the steps of.

Derek shook his head while he started stretching out his arms. “Nah, I’m gonna run the rest of the way there. Wasn’t exactly challenged this morning.”

JJ gave him the finger and waved him goodbye, making her way up the steps.

Derek Morgan was certainty one of her male coworkers who didn’t mind changing at work - far from it. And she knew more than one or two individuals who didn’t mind him doing so.

It had been shaping out to be a normal, pleasant morning. Everything was as it should be, expected.

All until she stepped outside the building she’d been grabbing tea from and collided into something completely unexpected. And she found herself face to face with a memory so distant, yet somehow always at the back of her mind.

After 17 years it should have faded, maybe details had. She replayed it so much in her mind, trying to remember fine details, that she couldn’t be sure what was real about it anymore. What had been true and what had she conjured up after all this time? It had gotten to the point where she even wondered if any of it had been real. But she had the songs as a keepsake, to prove that the encounter hadn’t just been some fanciful dream she’d made up.

That night had been so hectic, getting her friends back to the hotel in one piece, that she’d passed out as soon as her head hit the pillow. The next morning hadn’t been much better, herding her friends out of the room while they complained of their hangovers, and getting them to the train station on time. She’d only realised the mistake when she’d gotten a moments peace when the train started to move and her friends passed out. She’d been met with the sounds of synth pop that certainly weren’t in her collection.

Her first instinct had been to turn back. But she couldn’t. They were headed back to Pennsylvania and it wasn’t like she’d be passing through New York anytime soon. She’d been saving up for this trip for what felt like a year. Funnily enough the short time she’d spent at the coffee house last night had been the best of the entire week. Her parents were not going to fund a trip back to New York to hang around a coffee house in hopes of returning a Walkman to a stranger. She had no way of contacting this girl in the days before the Internet.

All she could do was hold onto the songs in that little black box, and hope that one-day fate would bring them together again - to return a lost piece of property to its rightful owner. No other reason.

And so here she was, with that very real dream girl tripping over her words right in front of her, offering to buy her another tea. Suddenly all of the details she’d tried so hard to recreate were crystal clear: deep brown eyes full of intellect and kindness, pale, smooth skin, full red lips (though signs of anxiety induced biting prevalent). Her 17-year-old dream was very real. Emily was real.

JJ wasn’t quite sure what happened to her in that moment. Maybe it was an adrenaline rush, her body just deciding to take over, shoving her frazzled mind that raced with questions and anxiety to the side. And she found herself conversing casually; as if this was just a random stranger she’d bumped into. Nobody special, which couldn’t have been further from the truth.

She maneuvered through the interaction with charm and ease, feeling like she was having an out of body experience. Like she was floating above, screaming silently while this charming woman below her took the reigns. She felt herself rest her hand upon Emily’s arm, a spark igniting as she made contact. She found herself winking and offering that teasing parting comment (proving she knew exactly who she was) before letting herself check out.

It was only after, when she’d turned her back on the woman and felt the cold air on her face that she felt herself return to her body. An almighty breath expelled from her, like she was deflating.

This wasn’t real, right? This is totally a dream, right? Her mind was spinning, she felt light-headed. Was she having a mental break? She couldn’t think of any particular trigger for one, but that had to be what was happening, right? She’d dreamed of an encounter like this one too many times to count over the past 17 years, so how could she be sure this was actually happening, and she wasn’t still sleeping? For lack of a better idea, she pinched herself. And let out a yelp. Okay, so not dreaming. Christ, what a year this was turning out to be? She shook her head and looked to her watch. And all before 9.00am.

At least she had a task to focus on: get changed out of this stained shirt. God, this girl always had to leave her mark in some way, didn’t she? She laughed at the thought – may as well if I’m going mad, JJ said to herself.

Luckily she didn’t have any appointments until mid morning. She’d just been planning on getting herself organised until then, reading emails, of which there were always a mountain of on the first day back. Most of them could be ignored but there was always the odd important one about protocols that she couldn’t afford to miss. Anyhow, she had time to deal with this unexpected mess.

The response from Penelope Garcia on seeing her soaked shirt was entirely expected.

“Oh, JJ, didn’t anyone tell you, hot girl summer has well and truly left us.”

JJ rolled her eyes as she flopped herself down onto the couch opposite her best friend. It was nearly as comfy as the couch in their apartment, well used from the many lunches and tea breaks they convened for here.

Penelope’s office was like a secret corner of campus, buried deep in the IT department, access only permitted to those deemed worthy – was what Penelope liked to say, although the truth was most people just called if they were in need of her service. Nonetheless, it meant she was free to design the space in her minds eye, decorating it with colour and throws and pillows and the hundreds of knick-knacks that lined her desk. There were also fairy lights hanging off her very sophisticated computer system – too sophisticated it seemed for a university. JJ never asked. Sometimes it was better not to with Penelope Garcia.

“I ran into someone and spilled my tea,” JJ explained, as she got up to make sure the door was locked. “You have something I can borrow?”

“Honey you know you’re always welcome to my collection.”

She gestured to the box she kept in the corner, full of spare clothes for any occasion. Penelope was somewhat accident-prone and had learned from her mistakes to always be prepared. ‘You never know who you’re gonna see!’ was her motto.

After JJ thanked her and went to rummage through the box, Penelope straightened in her chair. JJ could feel her watching her.

“What?” she asked, throwing her head over her shoulder.

She was met with a mischievous smirk. “So who was this mystery tea spiller? They cute? Come on I want details.”

JJ groaned and grabbed a blue striped shirt near the top. “God, Garcia you’re insatiable. Stop trying to set me up!”

“Well someone has to be trying! After that disaster of a summer, you deserve some good lovin’.” She winked and JJ chose that moment to switch shirts.

“It was nobody special,” she mumbled as she did the buttons up. Lie.

“I will be the judge of that,” Penelope declared. “Did they at least offer to buy you another one?”

JJ stiffened, which did not go unnoticed.

“They did! Ooh, when’s the wedding?”

“Garcia!”

Penelope pouted, swiveling round back to her screens.

JJ sighed. “Look, I’m sorry for shouting, but I don’t want to date anyone right now, okay? I think we should just let things develop naturally. If something happens, it happens.”

Penelope huffed. “Fine. But really, were they cute?”

JJ put on a laugh, trying her best to sound casual. “God, no, some creepy guy in the business department. Just my luck.”

Penelope matched her disgusted expression and seemed content with the lie. JJ straightened out her shirt, tucking it into her trousers. It was a bit big on her but she could make it work. She then checked her hair in the mirror Penelope had placed on her desk.

“And how was my sculpted god this morning?”

JJ snorted. “Modest as ever.”

Penelope had the end of her pen between her teeth, staring into space. “Oh I do wish my love for him was able to overpower my hatred of morning runs.”

JJ stood and snapped her fingers in front of her friend, jolting her back to reality. “You gave it a go.”

Penelope shuddered. “We do not speak of that day. Never again.”

JJ patted her on the shoulder and with one final thank you left her to her work. As she made her way towards her office she couldn’t help but wonder if she’d run into Emily again today. Or even catch a glimpse of her. She wondered what she was doing at that very moment.

She hoped her first class went well.

songs:

the way it is - bruce hornsby

age of consent - new order

#jemily #Criminal Minds #Jennifer Jareau #emily prentiss #fanfiction #mine #forgot to post this last night #feelings 101

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Stage Name: Mimi

Genre: Underground Rapper Joon / Underground Rapper Yoongi / Non-Idol AU

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader/ Yoongi x Reader

Word count: 4.6k

Rating: 18+

Summary: Kim Namjoon a.k.a Rap Monster, drops a new mixtape which includes a particularly interesting verse: "Is your name Mimi shawty?". Though completely unintentional, the real Mimi, an underground rapper like him and Yoongi, thinks it's a jab taken at her. What happens when the two meet?

CHAPTER 1

TW: alc*hol, mentions of physical violence

Hypothesis 1: The place in which two people meet is a reflection of their future.

This chapter shall prove that.

It is hard to move freely when all you can think about is how everyone seems to watch you. Everyone is putting it mildly. It feels like everything is watching you. Even the tall glass giants that tower over the streets are anticipating what your next move is. What are you going to do? Where are you going to go? It’s hard to even walk straight at this point. It feels like the alleyways are mixing up between your feet and suddenly, as you look around, you can’t recognize where you are. How did you get here? What led you astray? But it’s futile to stop at this point, so far in your journey towards your goal. So, you keep walking, so much that your legs are giving up under you and your lungs are burning up, your throat is begging for water and your head is dizzy. Your vision is blurry, stumbling around with your hands in front of you, hoping to stay stable, head is spinning with the want of rest and for everything to just stop. But it’s impossible at this point. You’re in this journey way too deep to just stop now, not when all that you want is right in front of you. Dangling, as if to challenge you to walk just a bit further. But can you? Can you get your feet to listen to you? Can you pick yourself up and go further? Is it worth risking everything you have just to get that one thing that will supposedly make you happy?

Seoul sings. In the daytime, it's too hard to notice what a beautiful symphony this city makes, the bustling and the huge crowds that trample the concrete underneath their feet on their way to work or school drowns, without a doubt, the song that this city sings. If you want to find the true rhythm of a city, you have to listen after the daylight creatures go home for the day, and the night ones come out. That is when you can really hear, what Seoul has to offer. Its inhabitants are active members in this continuous, never-ending concert, even though they don't realize it. They manage to execute it perfectly every single time. Everyone knows their tempo and notes, the place where they're supposed to be. Sounds of bottles opening, glass shattering, the base in speakers, lighter sparks, whimpers of pleasure, secrets told around the corner, you name it. They come together to make the most beautiful sound, and it's done perfectly every single time. And Lord, it's loud. The absolute sensory overload that the night brings pales in comparison to the one that the day brings. You can't compare the rushed, uncoordinated and rather selfish song that the day brings to the powerful, sometimes vicious and thrilling song of the night. The night keeps you on your toes, makes the hairs on your skin stand up, makes you skittish and aware of yourself so much more than what you're used to. Makes you feel watched...how tiring. This concert...it's tiring. You have to take a part in this and make the show reach it's end when the sun goes up, you can't just leave. You must see this thru. You want to see this thru. Even though, all you would want to do right now is close your eyes and drift off to sleep. Either way, it’s impossible to sleep in Seoul.

How could you, when everything is too bright, too loud, and too good.

"I'm so tired." Yoongi said, while yawning and stretching his arms behind his back.

11 PM in a empty parking lot underneath a shopping center. Namjoon's and Yoongi's favorite spot to talk things thru before a show. After the mall workers go home when their shifts are done, this place is practically desolate of any human contact, with the exception a few cars here and there that sometimes stop, but never for too long. Why would anyone want to sit here anyway? It looks haunted. The smell of wet concrete is horrid and coats your throat, a few light water drops from one of the broken mall pipes make a pretty beat that Namjoon thought would record and use in a song one day. But the absolute worst part is the flickering of the also broken, neon lights on the ceiling. They were so so bright, giving a light blue hue to the puddles of water on the ground. As a testament to just how grimy this parking lot is, this type of lights are most definitely old, not only is the sterile-like color giving it away, but also the intensity. None of the newer buildings in South Korea have these type of neon’s anymore, they take too much energy and are not kind to the eyes. Namjoon couldn't stand them, and neither could Yoongi. Especially Yoongi, since his idea of a perfect day is sitting in a secluded music studio with barely any lights on and as little human contact as possible. Namjoon knows this, because he had to drag him out of the studio to eat more times than Yoongi will ever admit in his life. Even so, this was their spot. This, is where things were taking shape, where they made plans for the future, where they shared lyrics or beats, where ideas were made and remade and so on...They’re creatures of the night, even though they probably don’t realize it.

But right now, it was a place to drink sort of warm beer before a show to calm your nerves.

"Drink some more, maybe it will help." Namjoon said dismissively, while taking another swing from the beer. But underneath that the devil may care attitude, Namjoon was feeling awful. To say that he was feeling overwhelmed right now would be an understatement. It felt like someone was squeezing his lungs with an iron fist. Each and every one of his senses was heightened. Everything was too loud. The beer in his hand was too strong. The smell of wet concrete was making him sick. No matter how many times he does this. he will always be too nervous for words.

"I'd recommend you the same thing." His friend said next to him, making himself more comfortable on the hood of the car and grinning. Always the smartass.

"Why? I feel great." Namjoon said with obvious fake enthusiasm.

"You don’t look like it. Might as well smash that bottle to the ground, you look like you’re about to break it."

He took a quick look at the hand that was holding the bottle. The grip on that poor bottle was so strong that his veins were protruding, and his knuckles turned white. Namjoon was so concentrated in holding all his nerves in that he forgot that he stood absolutely no chance against the human radar that his best friend, Min Yoongi was. Nothing could get past him, not even the simple gestures like turning the page on one of his loved books more aggressively, without Yoongi saying "Got to a bad part?" with a shit-eating grin. This...radar of his was both a blessing and a curse, at least to Namjoon. Right now, it felt like a curse.

"Are you saying this because you don’t want me to waste the beer?” Namjoon responded jokingly.

"Partially”. Yoongi returned his joke with a chuckle. „But also because I know how you’re like before a show. And I honestly don't know what you're so worried about. You've rehearsed this set so many times in the living room, I think I heard you sing it in your sleep. Stop worrying so much."

Easier said than done. When you love this as much as Namjoon does, every missed beat is a dagger straight into the heart. Rapping is all he ever did, and most likely will continue to do. He gained some fame after his first mixtape dropped about a year ago. The response was overwhelmingly positive from his fans, which he held in his heart dearly, but some...felt like what he was saying was “too much”. That's all he saw on social media lately in regard to him. It was either Rap Monster is too explicit, or Rap Monster can't keep a flow. Prudes and cowards. But he didn't really care about the potentially offended, pearl-clutching people that were trying to make him feel bad for being "explicit". They were not going to make him feel bad for expressing himself and being everything that all those people couldn't be. Themselves. Who cares? He only cares about the love that his fans give him, he only has eyes for them. When he sees their faces light up as soon as he entered the stage, nothing else matters. That's what life is all about for him. His fans. How they see him. And tonight's show, is all about that.

"It's all about them right now” was his mantra for tonight's show. As a thank you to the positive response to his mixtape drop, Namjoon decided to do a impromptu concert dedicated to his fans exclusively. Every song that they scream for him to sing, he'll sing it. He loved his fans so much, maybe too much, because he did present the idea of a "no ticket entrance" to Yoongi, which he shut down promptly with the threat of "potential non-fans entering", which could get nasty very quickly. Oh and Namjoon knows all about that. After being in the rap scene for a while and having hundreds of pairs of eyes watching everything you do, you start to learn a little bit about perspective. How you look and how you're looked at. And the only perspective that mattered to him was his fans. He wanted nothing more than to be loved by his fans thru the music that he puts out and make sure that everything he makes is artistically pleasing to him first. He would never in his life put out a half-assed song. He would never have collaborations with people that only want to sit in his spotlight and have a taste of it. No. Not on his time. Not on his hard work.

But that’s not the only perspective. There's another crowd watching behind the curtains, sneering at his success, laughing at his mistakes, making him feel that whatever he does, he'll never be good enough. And of course, they never have the balls to show their faces, they sit in the dark, either typing out hate or sitting posted up in the back of the club he's performing at, watching every move he does before dissecting it and judging it mercilessly. It was only talk and no bite until unfortunately, one night it did get physical, when a man outside of the club tried to fight him and Yoongi as they were leaving after a show. Yoongi is "small but packs a punch" as Namjoon liked to point out sometimes, so when he saw that he tried to fight back, he wasn't that surprise. Fortunately, there was never a fight because the man ran before his friend could get ready, probably getting scared that Yoongi actually tried to push back. Namjoon isn't a fan of violence, unless absolutely necessary, as in, to protect yourself, but besides that, he never genuinely got into a fight. Yoongi on the other case. he has been through a few fights here and there, but never in front of him. He mysteriously comes back at their shared apartment with cuts or bruises that "he doesn't want to talk about it", so Namjoon never pushed him further. He has an idea of where and how...but he'd rather not get on his friend's bad side.

"It's easier said than done" Namjoon said, picking up the conversation again after a long pause in which he thought about that back alley fight.

"I know a cure...if you're interested of course". The same gummy grin, with the same know-it-all attitude. Namjoon would never get tired of his friend's antics and gestures. After being together for so long, he has all his mannerism memorized. Which is why he knows exactly what this "cure" is, but he decided to play along.

"What is it, doctor Min Yoongi?"

Yoongi pushed himself from the hood of the car and walked towards the backseat door, opening it up and retrieving two bottles of beer from the case that they brought earlier in the night. They made a soft clanking sound as Yoongi walked towards hie friend, all smiles of course

"Tonight's prescription."

To Namjoon's surprise, Yoongi placed both bottles besides him on the ground, implying that the second one, was not for himself, but also for Namjoon.

"Both of them??"

"Yes."

"This is my second one Yoongi, I can't be four beers in at a concert, I'll be all over the place!"

His friend laughed, probably at the image of seeing him drunk on stage before continuing

"They're not even that strong. Besides, you're bigger than me, you can take some more. It's the only next best thing to...other stuff that will help you relax."

Namjoon wasn't sure about this. Sure, being a little bit buzzed might make him look and feel more relaxed on stage, but that would be a bit of a pang in his work ethic. And if he starts to get addicted to this before-a-show ritual of drinking, as he's seen with many artists...

"Other stuff..." said Namjoon suspiciously. He couldn't brush off Yoongi's words that easily. "That you couldn't possibly get a hold off..." he eyed him up and down "right, Yoongi?"

After that statement, he saw in Yoongi's eyes that he didn't like what he implied. Drugs here are impossible to get a hold off. Of course, if you're rich and have connections, everything is possible. But what Yoongi lacked in wealth, he made up in "a guy that knows a guy that knows a guy". So it wasn't a huge stretch in the imagination that his friend could make something work. But Namjoon refuse to believe that his friend would get involved in this stuff. He wouldn't let him get involved in this stuff. The problem with that is that Yoongi is extremely secretive, never lets words out unless absolutely necessary, or Namjoon has to pull him by his tongue to speak. It was next to impossible to read what was going on through his mind. But after knowing him for so long, he could read that the brow crease in his face and the look in his eyes bothered him. It was like lightning, so fast that if Namjoon wasn't looking directly in Yoongi's face, he couldn't make out what his reaction might be. He was wrong anyway to assume that he's be mad, because Yoongi replied alarmingly calm.

"I'm going to assume that the beer got to your head for you to say shit like that, so I'll let it slide." He reached down to the ground and grabbed one of the bottles that he brought, popped it open and took a swig. Smiling he continued "Have to revise your prescription...if I gave you two you might've thought I'm a pimp on the low or something."

There was a strain in his voice, as if he was holding back. So much for not getting to his bad side. But Yoongi wasn't currently thinking about that. He was making plans in how protect his friend from the very thing he got suspicious about. Of course, it hurt to hear Namjoon make assumptions about him without evidence to stand on. It was suspicion. That’s it. And he's partially right in his suspicion, but not in the way he thinks. Yoongi had more experience in the rap scene than him, so it was only natural that he would help Namjoon in everything related to it. Especially now, when every eye is on him and what his next move might be. He’s had way too many acquaintances fall in vicious business because of all the temptations that came with fame. To lust after all things that cam make a good person fall from grace becomes incredibly easy and more accessible than ever. So Yoongi’s main priority in regards to Namjoon was to make sure that he stays on track with his career and morals, most of all.

But that came with challenges. First, and quite frankly the only one, is Namjoon himself. Yoongi swears on his life that he has never met a more stubborn person than the taller man that is currently sipping beer next to him, looking all apologetic. Every time he tries to steer his friend from a potentially dangerous situation, he tugs as hard as he can to keep it his way. A good example would be the back alley fight, in which even though Yoongi said to stay back and let him handle it, Namjoon was ready to fight. He yaps about "not liking violence" but Yoongi knows it's bullshit. Ever since he got a little bit of fame, it's like Namjoon is itching at the palms to punch a dude into next week. Success is giving him tunnel vision and it's what Yoongi is scared about the most. All he's going to see in front of him is cash, cars and diamond rings with no regards to what's next to him: family, friends, fans etc. His worst fears about what might become of Namjoon’s career could become a reality, no matter how many warning signs he could place in front of him. But he would be damned if he let this shit happen. He would drill his mind every single day if that’s what it took to stir his friend away from the danger that this life could expose him to.

"I'm sorry." Namjoon was genuine in his apology. He looked straight at Yoongi, even though he wasn't looking back at him. He was staring into the distance, as if to size up the emptiness of the parking lot. It was obvious that Yoongi was upset, and Namjoon felt terrible for that. But at the same time, there was a part of him that was telling him that was justified in his suspicion. A voice in the back of his head telling him that something isn't quite right. Therefore, he continued.

"But you have to understand me too." Yoongi whipped his head quickly at that.

"Understand? Understand what Namjoon?". He came off way more threatening than how he wanted. It was hard not to. This is a touchy subject for them, and it was always a bit of a problem in their relationship. Secrets. They trust each other with their life but not enough to tell each other how they really feel. They lack in communication, both of them, Yoongi was a brick wall and Namjoon was determined to break it, even without Yoongi's will which made things difficult. Also, Namjoon doesn't know when to drop it. Like now right, for example.

"You never tell me anything. Ever. Not even when I'm in the right to question you."

Yoongi felt guilt take over him, it the worst possible way. The kind of guilt that makes someone question if whatever they're doing right now is the right thing to do, even if it makes other feel uncomfortable or unwanted. As if this missed connection that Yoongi put intentionally between them was for a greater purpose. At least, that's what Yoongi liked to think. Sure, he could open up, tell him that he wants nothing more than to just see him succeed at everything he wants, to protect him from this life's fatal choices, to trust him unconditionally...but he wasn't ready for it. Not right now at least. Brick walls have feelings too, you know?

“Joonie-”

“Listen! I get it...” Namjoon said dismissively before drinking the rest of the now-lukewarm beer: “You don’t have to babysit me Yoongi, I know what might happen.” There was stifled anger in his words, that even though he tried to contain to not come off as angry to his friend, Yoongi picked on it.

“I’m just trying to-”

“I know what you’re trying to do! You don’t want me to become like all your other rapper friends. I assure you; it won’t happen.” His face was angled towards the neon light of the parking lot, staring into the distance almost. The lights were so strong it made him want to pull his eyes out…must be hard being so shiny and up there: “Joonie don’t do this, Joonie don’t do that…” he continued in a mocking tone that didn’t help to alleviate the tension that was currently rising.

“I’m not saying all of this to babysit you, I’m saying all of this because I care about you! And don’t you worry about my friends, mind your business!” Now they were both angry at each other. The tension was starting to rise between them. To Yoongi, the parking lot started to shrink, making him feel cornered, and to Namjoon started to expand beyond his comprehension, just like his suspicion and determination. Namjoon really didn't want to fight his friend, especially right before a show. This really wasn't the kind of adrenaline that he wanted. Maybe he should've accepted that second beer.

“Is that why you get calls at 2 AM to pick their drunk asses off from the club? Because your protection worked so well?” He was staring at Yoongi now, with the intent to prove him wrong. That he can do this without ending up like all the others. To prove him that he doesn’t need help from him. He can't be sure why he insists into proving that he's special or cut from a different cloth but the look in Yoongi's eyes made him reconsider his purpose entirely. Yoongi's eyes showed that all thosecalls at 2 AM weren't giving him any sort of pleasure but were making him sad instead. Instead of the anger that Namjoon expected to throw back at him, his eyes were pointed downwards, half lidded, and his arms were gathered more tightly around him

"If you think I like having to prevent my friends from becoming drug addicts and alcoholics, you're very wrong." Yoongi now looked straight at him now. "I just want you to not forget who you are."

Namjoon didn't expect that all, he would have rather have Yoongi curse him out and call him names than to give him this regretful look. He could tell that he was hurting deep inside, deeper than what he could comprehend. His shoulders are slumped as if he's got the world's weight on him, wanting to get crushed and disappear under the ground. What web of feelings does Yoongi have tangled in him, so much that he can't even tell Namjoon how he really feels.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine. Don't worry about it." He got cut off quickly. The fact that he didn't even let him finish his apology send a clear message. To stop talking.

"Just finish that beer."

And so he did. After a few sips, in which the silence hung so heavy between both of them that it felt crushing, the sounds of tires scratching and screaming crashed completely against that silence. Both of the men whipped their heads around confused in the direction of the sounds. The car that pulled up in the parking lot didn't looked like the usual cars that stop sometimes here, it looked quite expensive, which is why that reckless driving made them question who was behind the steering wheel to risk the destruction of such a nice car. After a few more swerves, that left dark round marks on the cement and the smoke cleared out, it stopped next to Yoongi and Namjoon's parked car. The windows were tinted, so you couldn't make out who was in the car. Instead, a song with heavy base was coming out, making the identity of this driver even more mysterious. Yoongi was quick to judge, thinking that it must be some rich father’s son that stole his daddy's car and is trying to show off. He clicked his tongue at the thought, Namjoon thought similarly, but judging by the different pitches of screams that were inside the car as they were swerving, it was highly probable that were girls there. It completed Yoongi's fantasy perfectly. Rich boy trying to show off daddy's car to some girls. Perfect.

But very wrong.

Both of them had quite the surprise when a girl opens up the door from the driver’s seat and exists, slamming the car's door with such force that it startled the two men. The rest of the people in the car come out, two girls and two men, who were so giddy and happy, it was clear that they were at least a little bit buzzed. But Yoongi an Namjoon were two distracted by the designated driver for tonight. She seemed sober, very much so, the look of pure stoic indifference to the screams of her friends said a lot. She checked herself out in the tinted mirror of the car, fixing her hair and outfit. Namjoon was so distracted by her identity, he barely had time to process her appearance. And it was a lot to process. It wouldn't do it justice to call her beautiful. It's like everything about her was effortless, from hair strands that didn't need to be fixed, to her hands smoothing out the creases in her outfit which mapped out the shape of her body. While Namjoon ogled at her without a crumb of shame, Yoongi looked at her face in the car window. He wasn't blind, he could admit that she was a beautiful girl, but there was a complete crash when you looked at her expression. Purely devoid of any emotion. Stone cold, Stoic. Completely unreadable. Maybe she was shy or more reserved, though, that hard cold stare into the car window could hardly be of a shy person. Her friends were calling out to her, making signs to come to the trunk and open it. So this was her car.

"Come ooonnnn...! I don't wont this soju to get warm!”

"Open iiitttt..."

Her friends, presumably, slurred their words like children, like they were trying to make their babysitter open the cabinet with sweets. But she didn’t budge at their insistence. Not even a little bit. She just kept...staring at the car window. Namjoon, in his true philosophical nature, started to draw conclusions "Maybe she's deaf? Or just works as a driver to these people? Did she forget to turn headlights off?" Yoongi was harsher, his experiences spoke for themselves "She hates these people...who wouldn't hate to carry around 4 drunk people at the same time." Namjoon eventually ran out of space in his mind to draw out his theories, so he gave up and lifted the bottle of beer that had a sip at the bottom, only to stop suddenly. He noticed something. She wasn't looking in the window at herself. She was looking at them. The window tint was so dark you couldn't really make out the reflection. As soon as Namjoon caught that, which he didn't even had time to process fully the extent of how fucking weird it is to stare at someone through a car window, she took it upon herself to point that out, in a lightning fast turn from her car and a scowl directed at them.

"What the fuck are you looking at!?''

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