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redflagshipwriter · 3 months ago

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Chef Beef part 1 of 2

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Part 2

Jason squinted at his laptop screen. It turned into a confused scowl. “What,” he said, “the hell are they saying?”

Perturbed, he slammed the thing shut. Whatever! He didn’t need validation from viewers. He turned to finish cleaning up his kitchen. He had scrubbed everything down on camera, but the dishes still needed to be put away and he had to shut his kitchen for the night.

His nighttime phone pinged. It wasn’t the Bat business one, at least. He hesitated.

Fuck. It probably wasn’t important. But what if it was, though?

Jason heaved a massive, dramatic sigh. He put the mixing bowl back and then dug the phone out to check. It was just the stupid intergenerational Titans group chat. The first message flicked away before he could read it, replaced by a series of fire emojis and a…drooling face? Yuck. Superboy was a lot.

Jason screwed his face up in disgust and dismissed the notification without reading. Tim’s grungy little friends continued to be off-putting gremlins.

Kori chimed in with a series of hearts and flexing arm emojis.

Yeah, okay, the topic definitely wasn’t important. Goddamn social media. He just didn’t get it.

He didn’t check the video comments again until the next day, curled up in an armchair stolen from Wayne Manor. It was vigilante morning, also known as noon. He tucked his feet into the seam where the cushion met the back of the chair and took a long sip of steaming tea. Thus fortified, he typed in his password and loaded up the video he had done yesterday.

“...Huh.” He opened up his phone to do a quick search on what it meant to go live. Jason ran a hand through his hair and thought it over.

The top comments were begging him to livestream, not post after he was done. That seemed… Well, it seemed social. He pursed his lips and stalled for thinking time with more tea. Part of the reason he was doing this was to motivate himself to cook more, but putting it online, he had to admit, could only stem from a desire for some sort of attention and connection.

Ew. Jason put that bit of self reflection somewhere far away where it couldn’t hurt him, and started thinking about how to change his setup.

“One week,” he told himself. “I’ll do that for a week and see how I feel about it.”

Monday

12:07PM

Jason set up a laptop on the counter so he could see any comments while he streamed.

“Not that I’ll get comments.” He wasn’t doing anything that special. Embarrassed even alone, Jason got busy setting up. Ingredients in place and oven preheated, he started the livestream.

He waited.

Then he felt stupid. Probably no one was going to come. So he pulled over his cutting board and held up his first ingredient. “I,” he said to no one, “am going to make the best quiche you sorry motherfuckers have ever seen.” He pointedly twirled the cutting board and glanced back at the screen just in time to see notifications that people were joining.

“I’m making a quiche now,” Jason reiterated. “Best goddamn thing you’ll see all day, so make a note.”

He blinked. “Can I crush the onion in my hand?” He repeated, brow furrowing at the screen. “It would be unusable, Caitlin15.” He hefted the onion. “This beautiful motherfucker needs to be diced into perfect pieces.”

Perplexingly, that didn’t stop it. More viewers chimed in. “Uhh,” Jason said. Was this some kind of streaming social norm? “…I only have one onion. I can crush this instead?” He reached over and pulled out a carrot from the basket on the far end of the counter.

The screen erupted in all caps. He squinted. Did it have meaning? It looked like gibberish.

“Seems like a yes.” Well. Whatever. Jason crushed the carrot to a mush in his hand, catching the end that fell. He let the mush fall into the bowl he had meant for the onion. Thoughtlessly, he snapped off a bit of the carrot with his teeth and braced a forearm on the counter in front of the camera. “You gonna behave now?” He asked the stream, making sure to level an unimpressed expression to his viewers. “Sit the fuck down and listen.”

The screen erupted with ear emojis and weird dramatic shit like, “I am seated, King. 👑” Someone purchased a … sticker? What the hell? What was the point of that?

…Alright. He picked up the carrot mash bowl and considered it. “Might be making a carrot cake or bread later,” he said. “I can’t stand waste.” He shifted it out of the way and stretched up to get a new bowl from the storage up high. When he looked back down he saw there was a flurry of “six pack alert” messages and more notifications of people buying ‘stickers.’

He wheeled around to see what they must have– behind him was a collection of bottles. They were not alcohol.

“I don’t drink!” Jason snarled. “My body is a goddamn temple. No fuckin beer here.” He leveled a finger at the screen.

That first stream went alright. He got a lot of subscriptions off of it, which probably at least meant that some people liked it. Jason closed his laptop with the vague impression that things were going to be alright.

He was washing up when someone knocked on the door. Jason shook his hands twice to flick off water and then dried them with the hand towel. He threw it over his shoulder on the way to open the door. “Dick.” He opened the door, one eyebrow raised. “Everything alright?”

Dick pushed his way in, wearing his beat cop uniform. He had his pretty boy smile on, but Jason saw right through that. That fucker wanted money. “Hey, Jay!” He sniffed his way to the kitchen. “I, uh, heard you have a cooking thing going on, how’s that going?”

Hm. Alright, maybe he wanted free food, the goddamn hyena.

“How do you know this shit?” He wondered fondly. “Creep.”

Dick grimaced and put a hand to his head. “Roy showed me.” Dick sounded like he was in pain. Fair enough. That was a reasonable reaction to Roy Harper.

Jason closed the door and watched his sort-of-brother scavenge around the apartment. “Want some quiche?” He cast his thoughts back. “Oh, I have carrot bread.”

Dick gave him a slightly harried smile. “Oh, I heard about that. Crushing the carrot made an impression.”

Jason blinked.

They looked at each other.

“Are you watching my streams?” Jason asked slowly. “Hey, I’ve been getting a lot of slang in the comments I don’t know.” He pulled out his phone and scrolled to the list he had compiled. “People keep commenting ATE, in all caps. But I’m not eating.”

Dick stared off into the air mournfully. “It… It means you’re doing a great job. It’s not about food.”

Jason nodded. “Noted,” he murmured to himself. “Uh, raw?” He tried to make eye contact. “People send me that, also in all caps. But obviously I am cooking my goddamn food, that is the whole premise.”

Dick screwed up his face in pain and stuffed half a roll into his mouth to avoid answering. “Buddy,” he said through a mouthful of food, “I don’t want to tell you the details. But your watchers think you’re hot. That’s the gist of it.”

Jason stared at him. “...They think I’m hot,” he echoed slowly. “I am hanging out in my pajamas and cooking. I am being sloppy and rude. I call them names,” he pointed out.

Dick’s face twitched. “Yeah, some of them are into that. But also your whole…” He gestured vaguely up and down Jason’s body. “The t-shirt and sweats work for you.” He looked like he wanted to be somewhere else. “I just wanted to check in on you, make sure you’re comfortable and safe. Having fans is kinda a lot sometimes.”

Jason snorted. “It’s not like I’m modeling like you or Kori did,” he pointed out.

“It’s not that dissimilar.” Dick rolled his neck. “Lemme see your account?”

Jason hesitated. “Why?”

“I bet you’ve gotten sponsor messages.”

He snorted. “Yeah right.” He handed the phone over and watched over Dick’s shoulder. “…Didn’t know there were messages on this app.” His eyebrows crawled upward. “These people want to give me money?”

“You need a manager,” Dick said promptly. “And a moderator to crack down on the horny comments.”

Jason physically recoiled.

“That’s what I thought,” Dick said wryly. “I can get you a mod for free. I’ll manage your account for a modest 50% of your profit.”

“Bullshit,” said Jason, despite thinking he’d make no money. “That can’t be the going rate for a manager. Fuck you. I’m going to ask Kory what she pays her manager.” He snatched back his phone and DMd her his question. “And why would anyone mod for free?”

“A loser would do it,” said Dick. “And I know just the motivated loser. Anyway, how would you feel about doing a separate livestream where you eat?” He stuffed quiche in his mouth and talked around it. “Lonely people like that, they pretend they’re having a meal together. It’s a public service, Jaybird.”

“Who on this goddamn earth would want to pretend they were eating with me?” Jason wondered.

Dick eyed him. “Who indeed.” He sniffed. “I’ll do it for 30%, if you are gonna be so cold about it. I’m not in it for the money, I’m your brother,” he wheedled.

“Your shitty cop job doesn’t pay for your lunches,” Jason said flatly. “Go get money from Bruce.”

“Never.” Dick shoved the last of the quiche in his mouth so violently he actually choked. “Gotta go. I have your passwords now, I’ll set up sponsorships and pay out your stickers.”

“Pay out what?” Jason asked, bemused.

“My break is 30 minutes,” Dick hollered over his shoulder. “Gotta get back to 3rd in the next 4 seconds.”

“…You are a mess.” Jason watched Dick whirlwind out of his apartment less than five minutes after entering to steal his food and money he didn’t even know he had. “You’re gonna be at least ten minutes late.”

“It’s fine, I’m ungovernable.” His footsteps thumped rapidly down the apartment stairs. A car tire screeched outside. A police siren started up and rapidly faded.

Jason sighed. “Dinner with lonely people, huh?” He eyed his apartment. “I guess I could set up the table there…”

Tuesday

12:51PM

“Good morning,” Jason greeted the camera. “Yeah, yeah, it’s one pm. I just got up, so sue me.” He took a pointed sip of his morning drink. It was coffee this time. “I,” he said pointedly, “had a long night. And I need some comfort. So we are starting the day with cinnamon rolls.” He gestured to his oven. “I already have the first batch cooked and cooled, so you can see me ice it and eat.” He rolled his shoulders. “First, this bowl is going to be for my wet ingredients-” He blinked. “I don’t need a new bowl. I- why do you hate this bowl?” He tilted it, perplexed. “Do you all— okay, look, I’ll show you all my bowls and you will acknowledge the superiority of this particular bowl for this task.” Shaking his head, he extended up as far as he could reach to get the rest of the bowls down.

“...I still do not drink,” Jason scowled. He felt confused and vaguely uncomfortable. “Stop saying that, I don’t like it.”

The chat listened, so whatever. He whipped up this batch of cinnamon rolls, set it to proof, and then got out his finished rolls to show the screen. “We need to make the frosting for these, but I am excited.” He let his voice rasp. “It’s gonna be way more than I can eat, but…” He shrugged. “Hey, meat? Why are you sending meat emojis– I can do you a good meaty dish tomorrow. Roast?” He brainstormed. “Steak, maybe, oh hell yeah, HawaiiHunk, I could use some meat in me too,” he agreed. “Tomorrow, yup, you and me.”

He cleared his throat and set out his supplies. “But first, let’s get that frosting.”

20 minutes later, once he had licked the frosting off his spoon, Jason showed a single perfect roll to the camera. “I’m going to sign off and have my breakfast now,” he said. Someone called GOATman said, “good job, it looks delicious.” He flashed them a smile.

“And then I guess I gotta find someone to shovel off my spare rolls to. Wish me luck.” He turned the stream off without checking what they were actually saying.

Wednesday

5:00 am

“Jason.”

He stifled a shriek. “You’re an asshole.” Jason swore. He threw the shower curtain aside violently to glare at Tim. “I’m getting ready for bed, you little shit. You still follow my patrols?”

Tim stared at him with big, resentful eyes. There were bruises under both of them. “I heard you made cinnamon rolls. Heard a lot about that. Something about a carrot, too.”

“...Yeah.” Jason frowned at him. What a weird thing to say. “Did you get a concussion?”

“Put your clothes on,” Tim groused. He pushed himself off the counter and sauntered out of the room, as if he wasn’t the weirdo who had snuck into Jason’s home after patrol, followed him into the bathroom, and waited there.

Jason pulled on a t-shirt and shorts and made his way out to see Tim’s baleful stare. “What,” he said gently, “the fuck?” He made a shoo gesture. “I didn’t say I was open to strays.”

“Should I tell Kon that he isn’t getting any of your cinnamon rolls or quiche?” Tim said waspishly.

Jason reeled a bit. Kon? Leather jacket Superboy? The hell did he have to do with anything?

There was a more salient point to address.

‘Why does he know what I’ve been cooking?’

Jason pointed at him. “You’re creeping on me again. Do you have an alert set for anytime I send a text?” He sneered. “And yeah, I am not cooking for you or your friends. Besides, the quiche is gone.”

Tim let out a violent huff. “I wish I heard less about you.” He waved a hand. “But, yeah, Kon can give up any hope?”

“What,” said Jason, “the Hell are you talking about?” He frowned. “Hope for what? Does he wanna learn to cook or something?”

He momentarily considered that. Kon was a C list celebrity. That was exactly the type of guy you might invite as a guest to your livestream.

Tim eyed him. Jason stared back. “Nothing.” Tim rolled his eyes. “To be very clear, you would never for a moment consider Kon as-”

“I never think about the guy,” Jason cut him off. “He’s a nice guy, does good work. But you’re being so fuckin weird. Take the plate of cinnamon rolls over there and get the fuck out of my house.”

Once Tim had been shoved out the door, Jason went to bed. He woke up again at 1 in the afternoon and started to set up for his next live stream.

That was a lie.

He intended to wake up at 1. Instead, he sat up from a dead sleep at 10:32 am when Dick banged on his door, dragging along his dumb cop partner and an armful of shitty coffees.

“I hate you,” Jason croaked. He wiped the protein from his eyes and snatched a drink.

“Everyone does,” commented the other cop.

Dick snorted a laugh, but both of them looked at her. “Why are you here, pig?” Jason asked pointedly.

She sniffled. “Oink, oink,” she said pointedly, and stole a cinnamon roll off the counter. “Because prettyboy is taking a break from ending the corruption of the Bludhaven cops in order to benefit from the corruption of the Bludhaven cops by selling access to his shitty little brother online.” She peeled the cinnamon roll open.

Dick pointed at her. “Amy, you said you’d be nice to me.”

She took a very large bite of her cinnamon roll and flipped him off with a smile.

“...Fair enough,” Jason said, and turned his tired glare at his shitty elder brother. “Why are you even up this early, I swear you were up as late as I was.”

Dick hefted his ass onto Jason’s clean countertop and ignored the strangled sound he made. “I have an intricate system of micro naps at traffic stops and unimportant meetings. I can get by on as little as two hours of sleep at night.”

“What happens if you miss one?” Jason asked, darkly curious.

“His whole life falls apart,” Amy said, talking with cinnamon roll in her mouth still. Jason gave her a disgusted look.

Dick waved that off. “Anyway, did you see that Kory messaged you? She wants to do a collab.” His brilliant smile faltered for a millisecond. “That would get views.” He smiled winsomely.

“...This hurts you,” Jason observed, reluctantly fascinated. “Why are you doing this? You don’t want me to hang out with your ex-fiance.” He cocked his head to the side. “Have you considered telling her that you want her back?”

“I never look back,” Dick lied breezily. “How about Raven? She’s open to a cooking video. Or.” He looked pained. “Kon. He has been messaging. A lot. He’s watching your streams.”

“...This does seem more Kon’s speed,” said Jason, thinking of all the times he had seen that motherfucker scarf down chilidogs or nachos on camera. “Kind of below Kory, honestly. Raven?” His voice tilted upward in disbelief. “She’s your friend, not mine. Why don’t you do some kind of stream with your friends?” Jason shrugged. “If you like it, I mean.”

“I’m done modeling,” Dick said. “The body shaming really got to me.” He ran a hand up his perfect body and gave a little shrug.

“That also why you’re done with a career as a world-class athlete?” Amy asked wryly. “Your career trajectory is the garbage can. I know why I’m giving parking tickets for 12 dollars an hour, but it’s just insulting that you’re here. Take your shitty Dad’s money.”

“Never,” Dick vowed. “So, collab with Raven? Great! She’ll be here tomorrow at noon.”

“I will kill you!” Jason shouted, but it was no use. The fucker was already halfway out the door.

Amy toasted him with the remainder of the cinnamon roll. “I’ve been making him buy us all donuts with what he’s making from your streams,” she told him.

Jason thought that over. “I guess you’re alright for a pig.”

She saluted him on her way out.

He managed to get a little more sleep before his stream. “I might have a guest tomorrow,” he told his viewers idly as he set up. “Feel free to guess who. My shitty manager is setting it up.”

Some of the world’s worst guesses rolled down the screen– Amanda Waller, President Luthor, Nightwing.

Jason accidentally laughed. “No, uh, none of them.” He snickered. “Think younger.” He blinked. “No, probably not you, HawaiiHunk, you goddamn flirt,” Jason shook his head. “You better watch your ass, I think I have a mod today.”

Someone sent the salute emoji. “That you?” Jason squinted. “GOATman– greatest of all time man?” He snickered. “Everyone is on notice.”

The guy was vicious. The first time HawaiiHunk commented “ur sooo sexi babe,” he got a warning.

A while later the mod said, “This is your final warning.” Jason looked up to see what the poor thirsty idiot had said. He snorted involuntarily when he saw that HawaiiHunk apparently wanted to be the dough. He wanted to see where this was going.

“Ignore himmmmm,” said Sparklefairy. She somehow sent an explosion of glitter over his stream. Dollar emojis scattered.

Jason raised an eyebrow and put some muscle into the bread he was kneading.

‘Are some of them trying to buy my attention?’ he wondered, bemused. ‘Should I tell them I’m an independently wealthy criminal? I feel like I’m tricking them.’

HawaiiHunk typed up, “I’m so wet.”

Jason stuck his tongue out and then shuddered dramatically. “That’s not my business, I don’t need to know that.”

“That’s it,” said GOATman, a fantastic mod. “Blocked.” The official notification appeared a moment later.

“Goodbye, HawaiiHunk.” Jason saluted with a laugh. “And let that be a warning to the rest of you.”

GOATman sent the salute emoji and was immediately copied by others in a flood. Jason had to laugh.

That night, before patrol, Jason sat with a frown, scrolling through his comment section. He barely noticed when Spoiler sat her ass down beside him and started doing her inventory check. He did notice when she leaned into his space to see what he was looking at.

“Dude, what the hell?”

Jason shrugged. “I don’t know. Look at this weird shit people are saying.” He tilted his phone screen. “Raw,” he repeated, disbelievingly. “Raw. My meat is not raw.”

Stephanie choked on air.

“I cook all my meat– I cooked it to 65C.” Jason gestured pointedly.

“What, uh… Are you streaming?” Stephanie looked at him with wild eyes. “So, uh, these are fans?”

He looked at her. “Does it mean something?”

“...Yeah,” she said, after a suspiciously long pause. “It’s slang. They like you.”

“So it’s not about my meat?” Jason clarified.

“It is kind of about your meat.” Stephanie swallowed, hard. “I, uh– I think that we should… We should go. On patrol.” She pushed herself off the ledge and did a flip. “Time to hit the streets.” She flashed him a pretty, toothy smile, and then was gone.

Jason was not an idiot. Stephanie was avoiding telling him something embarrassing.

Whatever. There was something off about it. He had caught that on his own, even if he didn’t know what. Maybe they were mocking him. The concept sent a sick feeling through his gut. But– she wasn’t a liar. It was overall positive, whatever it was.

“It’s gonna be some pop culture shit I missed.” He grimaced. He wasn’t that old, but he felt old as balls sometimes. “I don’t need to be cool.”

That affirmation hanging in the air, he blew out his bangs and then scraped them back so they wouldn’t plaster to his forehead with sweat when he went on patrol. He zipped his jacket closed and swung a leg over his motorcycle. Time to go.

#Jason todd #Jason Todd/Starfire #JayRoy #Kon is dying of thirst #Dick is fixing his credit score #Jason is so out of touch #Bruce is a mod #Bruce would NOT be clueless Bruce knows all the slang #Honestly I find grungy Dick to be so sexy #most competent man in the world hamstrung by his extremely selective pride

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astonmartinii · 1 year ago

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girl, so confusing | max verstappen social media au

pairing: max verstappen x fem norris!reader

will "norstappen" will work it out on the remix?

note: obvs everything here is hearsay and all a big fat joke i am just venting my frustrations with whatever the fuck lando just said after that race

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR |

- part of the brother's best friend series -

yourusername

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yourusername: we don't just let people by because we have a big lead in the championship (that's actually how you end up with a big lead) btw.

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user5: WELCOME BACK OUTWARDLY BITCHY Y/N I'VE MISSED YOU

user6: the atmosphere shifted, my skin has cleared and the birds are singing

user7: i didn't think it would be against her own brother BUT WE'LL TAKE WHAT WE CAN GET

maxverstappen1: can you do all my media for me - you give a lot better sound bites than i ever could

yourusername: all my sound bites would be completely unusable

yourusername: cause if they thought you had a potty mouth oh boy they have another thing coming

danielricciardo: it's true i was around her when she stubbed her toe once, it was like shakespeare but concerning

alexalbon: or that one referee against chelsea, i've never heard so many creative insults

maxverstappen1: okay but my thoughts exactly

yourusername: twitter would cancel me baby

maxverstappen1: everyone wants cunty f1 back until i make contact and you ... open your mouth?

user8: not like all of lando's friends either being in the likes or the comments

user9: bro is fighting for his life in the GC after that press run

user10: i think y/n got all the sass cause lando that was not the diva statement you thought it was

landonorris: before you delete i already sent it to mum

yourusername: i'm not deleting it you big baby you gotta stand on your words bro

landonorris: nuh uh

yourusername: i can feel you pouting YOUR 24 YEARS OLD

landonorris: but i'm still your baby brother

yourusername: not with this PR strategy

landonorris: MAX WAS IN THE WRONG

yourusername: 1. i watched the ten laps before lando i'm not dumb 2. i support his rights and wrongs 3. you still won driver of the day and i thought that's what meant the most to you

user11: oh she gagged him

user12: can we get a rupaul's drag race reading challenge in f1 but it's just y/n reading the drivers PLEASE

charles_leclerc: literally all you have to do is spend 10 minutes with her in the paddock

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maxverstappen1: still got my favourite norris on side and that's all that matters

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user13: someone check on lando cause DIVA IS DOWN

user14: diva is dead and buried at this point

user15: they're dancing on diva's grave

landonorris: DO YOU PEOPLE MIND ???

maxverstappen1: who is this random fan in my comments?

landonorris: i'm definitely not a fan of yours after this weekend

maxverstappen1: oh then let me add you to my block list

charles_leclerc: i thought unfollowing each other after a race in austria was our thing max :(

maxverstappen1: yes that's why i'm going to block him not just unfollow

charles_leclerc: oh good 😊

yourusername: and that's why i'm ready to get rid of the name altogether

maxverstappen1: i think you suit verstappen so much more anyway

yourusername: i'm ready when you are

landonorris: really? ENGAGEMENT TALK ON A POST THAT DISSES ME

yourusername: a diss? you don't want your sister to be happy? or am i not your sister anymore since max isn't your friend anymore?

landonorris: IT WAS ONE QUOTE LIKE TEN MINUTES AFTER BEING CRASHED OUT OF THE LEAD

yourusername: * second-place

landonorris: STOP IT

yourusername: don't dish it if you can't take it buddy

user16: not this brocedes era for max and lando

yourusername: @lewishamilton @nicorosberg i am so sorry they're minimising your trauma like this

user17: so real of you

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yourusername: when you forgot that you invited your boyfriend to stay at the family home before the british grand prix and arranged a big family dinner and the flight back to england and your boyfriend and brother decide to try and kill each other in the race and have now 'ended' their friendship.... relatable!

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user21: the footage... GIVE IT TO ME, SHOW IT TO ME RACHEL

yourusername: most excruiting three hours of my life boys are so dramatic

user22: shock horror mad max and norrif are holding grudges

yourusername: IF i didn't have the patience of a saint i would've gone mad max on their asses and mclaren would've been down a driver

user23: out here threatening the victim and not the aggressor

yourusername: now why would i attack my trophy husband?

landonorris: i didn't make the plane ride awkward HE MADE THE PLANE RIDE AWKWARD

yourusername: we tried to nap but the heat from your death glare kept us up

landonorris: THAT'S NOT MY FAULT

yourusername: it's kind of expressly your fault, you could've taken your anger out on a pillow or a 12 piece wing meal like a normal person

landonorris: max's jet doesn't offer wings

maxverstappen1: get your own jet then

yourusername: @ryanair we have a new customer for you

landonorris: NO I'M SORRY

maxverstappen1: finally

landonorris: just for your jet not having wings, you're still the one in the wrong overall

user24: i fear lando may not see his sister back in the mclaren garage for the rest of the season

user25: i mean she looks better in blue anyway

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oscarpiastri: can we please move on lando your attitude is stinking up the gaff

landonorris: 1. wtf osc you're meant to be on my side 2. where the fuck did you learn that

oscarpiastri: while you've been sulking in your childhood bedroom i've been taking in the normal norris hospitality

yourusername: he'll get over it he did this all the time when we were younger - he'll come back and join when dinner is finished

landonorris: TELL MAX TO APOLOGISE

yourusername: i guess you don't want any of these profiteroles then ...

maxverstappen1: i'm eating them all lol

landonorris: FINE GOD DAMN

landonorris

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landonorris: i think i just got gentle parented (brought matching jellycats) into forgiving max

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user28: about fucking time

user29: baby had his first real dose of wheel to wheel racing for a win and wanted to throw away a friendship

user30: good thing his sister never knows when to shut the fuck up and humbled these men cause lord knows without her lando would still be chatting shit in the media

yourusername: someones got to make sure lando doesn't embarrass himself (idk where his PR department went but mclaren need to run me my money)

maxverstappen1: girl, so confusing when you literally forget all about it as soon as we got you the jellycat you wanted

landonorris: i am a little brother first and foremost

yourusername: hard on the little you've been acting like a whole ass five year old

landonorris: have you ever thought that maybe i'm acting out because i miss you now you've moved in with max and wanted matching jellycats so we always have a part of each other??

yourusername: awww really???

maxverstappen1: that's actually kind of cute

maxverstappen1: and a hunk of BULLSHIT

landonorris: FINE I'M PETTY BUT I WANTED TO WIN SUE ME

maxverstappen1: well i also wanted to win so that's not the serve you think it is

yourusername: you only 'forgave' him because you saw that max was playing padel with charles

landonorris: umm yes obviously, i can't let lestappen be a real thing

yourusername: why not that's literally my dream threesome

yourusername: WHAT WHO SAID THAT

yourusername: lando i think your comment section is haunted

charles_leclerc: well i'm ... flattered

landonorris: you can have lestappen you weirdo

maxverstappen1: @charles_leclerc stop being flattered i don't share

yourusername: heheheheh

landonorris: that much is obvious... you couldn't let me win once?

maxverstappen1: no!

yourusername: no!

fin: here's a lil quick one today cause i had some free time! i am working on guilty as sin p4 but i'm so so so busy and i do be going to silverstone on wednesday xx hope you enjoyed !!!

#f1 #f1 x you #f1 social media au #f1 instagram au #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #max verstappen fluff #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen x you #max verstappen social media au

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siffrins-therapist · 3 months ago

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🦇 ernrenephandre follow

lordjosephandreispoterianfightme reminded me of THIS batshit ask I got last year, so ofc I now need to inflict it on all my new followers uwu

I'll also go ahead and link my (very correct) meta post about Lady IJK's characterization, and since xe reminded me of this ask, here's Lord's post about why Issue 43.5 should be considered canon, despite what de Plume's forward says. Enjoy!

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[Image description: Screenshot of an anonymous ask sent to ernrenephandretruther that says "Jsyk just BC you're the Savior of Vaugarde, doesn't mean anything you say about The Cursing of Château Castle is canon. Even though de Plume wrote Issue #43.5 with that Thank You in the forward, doesn't mean anything. They just wanted to appease your headcanons about that stupid side character rejoining the team and getting Lady Irene-Janine-Karine all weepy BC you can't handle the complexities of her character!!! I'd say stick to ao3 but if the events of 43.5 are anything to go by you're crab at planning anything, let alone writingg a full meta post or fic. So maybe just stick to your pilgrimage or whatever and spare the rest of us your fangirling." Ernrenephandretruther replies "2/10 anon hate. Too long-winded, de Plume themself says 43.5 is non-canon, and anon, I cannon (sic) stress this enough, I AM NOT MIRABELLE CHEVALIER. I AM LITERALLY MWUDU AND WAS TRAVELING IN KA BUE AND BAKTAN DURING THE FREEZING THERE ARE PICTURES ON MY BLOG, FEATHERS AND THREAD!!! End description]

Didn't like 90% of TCoCC blogs get that copy-pasta last year? Damn, I can't tell if anon's just salty about H. Mirabelle getting a whole-ass book written as a thank-you (FOR SAVING A COUNTRY, WHICH THE AUTHOR LIVES IN, ANON, MAKES CRABBING SENSE TO ME THEY'D WANT TO THANK HER), hated 43.5, or just another Lady IJK white knight who thinks any criticism of her characterization is a direct attack.

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Probably all 3 ngl

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Great Change I got the same anon! It's been sitting in my inbox for a year! I am still flabbergasted!!

And jw OP but why's your language set to Poterian?

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Believe me, I'm still confused!

And I'm transferring to university in Poteria so I've been studying the language. I took it in school with Vaugardian but I'm kinda rusty :/ The only reason I know Vaugardian still is cause of ernrenephandre porn LMAO

🧂 lordjosephandreispoterianfightme

Anyone else get this ask since this was posted two days ago???

#fates and wells anon maybe learn to let go or w/e #i dont go here but ist that one of your Change teachings or something? #pretty sure your still going through it and should talk to someone not send out copy-pastas #tbh p sure anon is just a savior mirabelle hater idk why her antis are so fucking annoying #dont you all have anything better to do????

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If staff could stop terming me that'd be great

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u've literally been posting pictures of squiggles that give everyone a headache????

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Skill issue.

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☕ hauntedteacup

So was that list where people were trying to figure out which ao3 account belongs to the Savior deleted or...

#cuz i have a theory #dm me if you're interested i don't want to risk getting flagged or something

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Gonna kms that saviorship fic got so popular it was mentioned in the newspaper

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OP don't you live in Ka Bue?

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So you understand my astonishment and horror

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Here's the link to the fic for the confused people in the notes :)

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Your never satisfied until my activities page is unusable

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You're* :)

#didnt someone print out and bind a bunch of copies of that fic? #and handed them out at cons? #not shocked it got mentioned in the paper ngl #there's even rumors h. euphrasie owns a copy

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The latest report from Dormont's House of Change states that people staying there are still seeing ghosts, but most recent accounts put these ghosts mainly in the corridors and common areas. They are no longer being seen in the dorms and classrooms, and reports are becoming few enough that Head Housemaiden Euphrasie told journalists she believes the ghosts should fade by next spring. However, she does admit that she isn't sure why the ghosts have remained for as long as they have but refused to comment on where her first estimation had come from.

-mod castle

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"ghosts" when only savior siffrin's ghost is the only one being seen at the house

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Someone posted an explanation here. Basically tl;dr it's Time Craft crab

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they fucking got them

#does anyone have screenshots of whatever was in #the link chess-cheater linked? #it's gone now :/ #notes say claude hacked the site and deleted it

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🧨 defender-offender

Everyone that asks me about Mirabelle is getting blocked. Leave her tf alone, she's been through enough without everyone trying to dig up her meta essays and fics.

#stasis and stagnation i'm this close to deleting everything #claude.exe

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Disclaimer: I know Savior Siffrin never worked for the K*ng and that Savior Odile didn't actually believe this theory, this is a poll for fun.

#savior posting #voted for he forgot

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🪭 justafan follow

So. Uh. Anyone else hear about that game coming out? The one about Vaugarde's Saviors fighting the King?

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Didn't the dev claim to be a vessel for Vaugarde's change god?

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Yeah but. Yeah not touching that one.

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Theres gonna be a what.

#hooboy idc what the game looks like i'll be making popcorn for all the discourse that'll be popping up #is there a kickstarter i wanna donate

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🧨 defender-offender

How many accounts do you have?????

🌠 loop-garou follow

You're the one flagging me?? 🥺🥺🥺

🧨 defender-offender

I don't care enough to bother.

🧨 defender-offender

I'll tell everyone to leave you alone if you tell me one thing: Are you the one who gave Euphie a bound version of that fic?

🌠 loop-garou follow

DM me and I'll tell you :3c

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Stars, I swear if that was you...

#this... this is like #proof loop-garou and/or anguished-actor are the saviors #right??? #i'm not insane??? #like it makes sense right??? #and who tf is loop??? who is that in the picture?????? is this some joke from one of the saviorshipping fics?? #are they loop-garou's sona??? #and i swear to change if i only get a bunch of asks that only say 'tee-hee'...

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#long post #isat #isat memes #fake tumblr dash #fake dashboard #i wanted to join the fun c:

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luxcuriousao3 · 14 days ago

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Summary: Simon doesn’t want kids. Then he sees you with one. Suddenly, he's not so sure anymore. Word Count: 2759 Warnings: sfw for the most part but some dirty talk (no smut, Simon's just got a filthy mouth) near the end, fluff and feels, emotional hurt/comfort, mentions of canonical child death (Simon's nephew) Notes: This was supposed to be fluff and smut... then it turned into fluff and hurt/comfort lol. Oh well. I would've posted this for mother's day, but I completely forgot about it. So it's been sitting in my drafts for months. Just finished and polished it up today. No beta as usual. Hope y'all enjoy, remember that feedback is love, feedback is life. Also, would anyone be interested in a fic featuring single dad!Kyle and his daughter (who you'll meet if you read this)? Lmk. (Masterlist) (AO3)

Simon doesn’t want kids.

Simon doesn't want kids, and he’s made that more than clear to you. No amount of pouting, reassuring him he’ll make a great father, or cute baby videos changes his mind. For a while, you think about breaking up with him because of it. You want kids, and he doesn't—how can it ever work?

But after spending six long months talking about it with your therapist and asking Reddit for advice (big mistake, that last one) you come to the conclusion that you want Simon more than you want children.

It’s by no means an easy choice, but for you, it’s the right one. You can’t imagine your life without him. You don't want to imagine your life without him. It hurts you just to think about it. So quietly, and without telling Simon—who doesn’t know just how badly you want little ones of your own, because you haven’t told him—you let your dream of being a mother go.

If you expend all that unused maternal energy on any child you come across—well, Simon never has to know exactly why.

One of Simon’s teammates—Kyle, a nice bloke, handsome in a pretty boy way—has a five year old daughter. You've met them a few times before, and every time, you offer your services for babysitting. Kyle and his wife finally take you up on it one night, and little Amira is dropped off bright and early at the flat you share with Simon.

Your hulking boyfriend isn't exactly thrilled about it, you know, but he doesn’t complain, just makes breakfast—chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream smiles, Amira’s request—while you play “fairy princess” with the young girl, who had apparently insisted on wearing her ballet costume that morning.

After breakfast—which, according to Amira, is not nearly as good as her daddy’s pancakes—the three of you head to the nearby park. Amira walks between the two of you, one tiny hand in yours, and one Simon’s. He’s stiff the entire journey, uncomfortable as ever around kids, but he doesn’t pull away. As much as he seems to dislike children, he’s never, ever mean to them. Just… avoidant.

Sometimes, you wonder if there’s a story there. But Simon is an incredibly private man, and asking him questions about his past puts him on edge like nothing else. You try not to push, to simply make yourself available as a listening ear, ready to hear him out and comfort him whenever he’s finally ready to tell you. You’ve learned very few things so far, most gleaned more from his reactions and habits than confessions, but you’re patient. For Simon, you’d wait forever.

Once you arrive at the park, Amira promptly recognizes a friend from school, and takes off to go play with her. You and Simon settle on a bench, keeping her in your sights at all times. Simon is tense as a live wire, and you take his hand in both of yours, rubbing your thumb soothingly across his knuckles.

“It’s just for a few hours,” you murmur, leaning into his side. Slowly, slowly, the tension melts from his massive frame, letting you in. You sigh, beginning to feel bad for roping him into this. You can hear your therapist’s voice in your head, prompting you to examine why you were so eager for Simon to come along today. Do you think that deep down, you’re still trying to change his mind? You bite your lip, unsure what the answer is to that question, but still feeling guilty. What if it’s true? What if you’re forcing Simon to play an unwitting role in your fantasy of being a happy family—a fantasy he has no interest in being a part of? “You can go home if it’s too much. I won’t be upset.”

“Not leaving ya an’ the tyke here alone,” Simon grumbled, not looking at you, but squeezing your hand to let you know he’s not mad, just grumpy. “Ain’t safe.”

“It’s a public park, Si,” you reassure him, feeling bad enough to try and convince him to leave like he so clearly wants to, even though you’re desperate for him to stay. To indulge in your selfishness just a little bit longer. “Nothing’s going to happen.”

As if the universe itself is intent on proving you wrong, you hear an earth shattering scream.

You’re on your feet in a blink of an eye, but Simon is halfway across the park before you’re even fully standing. By the time you take two steps, he’s got a crying Amira in his thick arms, shushing her in a voice softer than you’ve ever heard him use. You rush over, and Simon deposits Amira in your arms immediately, despite doing an admirable job at calming her himself.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” You coo, settling the little girl on your hip and starting to sway back and forth. Amira has one chubby fist twisted in her halo of dark curls, as if clutching it for comfort, and the other is rubbing one wet eye, scrubbing away her tears.

“Th-there was a b-bee!” She yells, and you do your best not to wince at her volume. “It almost stinged me!”

“A bee?” You echo, rubbing Amira’s back as she lays her little head on your shoulder, sniffling. “You know, bees are our friends. I’m sure it didn’t want to sting you.”

“It did!” Amira argues, yelling right into your ear this time. It starts ringing faintly. You ignore it.

“If it tried to sting you, it must have been scared,” you say calmly. “Sometimes, we lash out when we get scared, don’t we? Bees are the same.”

Amira sniffles again, but she doesn’t protest this time. You smile slightly, knowing you’ve got her attention.

“The best thing to do when a bee buzzes by is stay very, very still,” you continue. Your eyes land on the bee that had terrified the baby in your arms, a few metres away. You carefully set Amira down next to Simon, and she immediately hugs one of his long legs. She barely reaches his mid thigh. You mentally apologize to your boyfriend, but important lessons need to be learned right now, so you hope he’ll forgive you for leaving him stuck like that. You smile encouragingly at Amira. “I’ll show you.”

Confidently, you walk towards the bee, watching as it flies over to you curiously. You’re not surprised—you’re wearing a pink sundress, and you know bees are attracted to bright colors.

“Be careful!” Amira’s little voice rings out as the bee gets closer. She looks incredibly nervous, like she’s sure she’s about to see you die. You valiantly hold in your laugh.

“Bees like flowers,” you tell Amira as the insect in question flies around you in circles. “So they’ll investigate anything colorful to see if it is one. Isn’t that nice? They think we’re flowers.”

Amira is clearly skeptical, but she’s still listening. At least until the bee lands on your glasses, crawling along the frame—which is pink on the inside. You aren’t phased, but her eyes go wide as saucers, and she whimpers in fear.

“Bloody hell!” She gasps, and you just know she learned that from Kyle. Simon coughs to cover his shocked laugh, and that only makes you grin wider, eyes crinkling up at the corners.

“Language,” he scolds her, voice gruff as always but uncharacteristically gentle. Amira sticks her tongue out at him briefly before looking back at you. As she does, the bee flutters its wings, tickling your eyelid, and launches off your glasses. You think it’s going to fly away, but it hooks a U-turn and bumps up against your lips before finally buzzing off towards the other side of the playground. You laugh, delighted.

“It gave me a kiss!” You say, turning your grin on Amira, whose wide eyes have turned from fearful to awed. “Did you see that? She was telling me that we’re friends.”

“Friends?” She asks tentatively, and you nod, walking back over to her and kneeling down to her height.

“Best friends,” you wink. “Just like you and me.”

Slowly, a smile spreads across her face again, and she throws her stubby arms around you in a hug before running off to join her schoolmates again. You watch her go longingly, heart aching at the knowledge that being best friends with a five year old is the closest you’ll get to having a child.

“You’re good wit’ tha li’l one,” Simon’s gravelly voice states, low enough that only you can hear it. You look up at him, still crouched on the ground, and shrug, trying not to show how his words affect you. You accept his outstretched hand, letting him haul you back to your feet. “I mean it. Always knew ya liked kids, tha’ they liked ya too, but…”

He trails off, and you give him a strained smile, eyes drawn back to Amira. The bee has found its way back to her and her little group, and while the other children start yelling and running around, Amira stands still as she repeats your words—”Bees are friends! It just thinks we’re flowers!”—and you suddenly cannot breathe from the pain in your chest, knowing you’ll never impart the same lesson onto a child of your own. Never get to feel the pride you feel for Amira right now directed at your own flesh and blood.

“You want ‘em.”

It’s not a question, and your broken heart skips a beat. You don’t look at Simon, you can’t look at him. You’ve managed to hide this from him for the entirety of the time you’ve been together, knowing he’ll leave you if he finds out. But that time has come, and you feel sick with fear.

“Yes,” you whisper, because there’s no lying to him, not anymore. He can read you like a book, and the only reason he hasn’t before is because you’ve danced around the topic your whole relationship. “I always have.”

Simon is quiet, the both of you staring at Amira as she plays with her friends, adorable and innocent in the way only children can be. The silence between you stretches on for so long, that you start to think he’s so pissed he won’t even speak. But then he does.

“You’d make a great mum.”

The words feel like a punch to the gut, and you gasp like you’ve been hit, turning away and covering your mouth to stifle the sob that escapes. Your eyes are watery, tears threatening to spill over, and you hunch your shoulders, trying to hide yourself from Simon, from what you know is coming.

But Simon doesn’t walk away, doesn’t utter the dreaded breakup speech. Phrase, really. He’s never been one for words.

Instead, he pulls you into his arms, resting his chin on the crown of your head, and lets you cry. He holds you together while you fall apart, the strength of his embrace keeping all your shattered pieces in place, no matter how jagged the edges.

“I had a family, once,” he says once your sobs have finally died down. Your eyes snap open in shock, though you can’t see anything, face buried in Simon’s chest. “A nephew. His name was Joseph. Loved ‘im like he was my own.”

You shudder at the grief in his voice, your arms tightening around his waist, trying to be the same steadying presence that he is for you. You don’t talk, not wanting to interrupt. Not when it feels like Simon is finally draining a wound that’s been left festering for far too long.

“I still see ‘is body whenever I look at a li’l one. Eyes blank an’ empty. Hole in the middle of ‘is fore’ead. He was scared when he died. Could tell from the look on ‘is face when I found him.”

You bite your lip to stifle the noise of horror threatening to escape. You’ve known for a while now that Simon’s parents were dead, but you didn’t know how, and you didn’t know that he’d had sibling, let alone a nephew. But now that you do, his wariness around children makes a painful amount of sense.

“An’ I’m— I’m scared, birdie,” he whispers, more vulnerable then you’ve ever seen him. “Joey died because o’ me. It’d destroy me all over again if we had a kid an’ somethin’ happened to ‘em. I wouldn’t survive it. Didn’t survive it last time, either. Was a dead man walkin’ til I met ya. You brought me back ta life… I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t,” you reassure Simon, pulling back just enough to look up at him. “I’m not leaving you, Si, I— I can’t. I love you far too much to walk away.”

“You deserve to be a mum,” Simon said, voice low and pained. “Deserve more than I can give you.”

“You deserve to be a father,” you echo, staring into his glassy eyes, your own just as wet. He flinches at the words, but you take his face in your hand and make him look at you. “You do, baby. You would be such a wonderful Papa… I know you’re afraid. But since when have you let fear rule you, Simon Riley?”

The corner of Simon’s scarred lips quirk, a hint of a smile, and you lean forward to gently press your own to them.

“They’d want you to be happy,” you whisper, watching his eyes close in pained acceptance. “Just as much as I do. Don’t miss out on the future because you’re too busy running from the past.”

Simon doesn’t say anything to that, but he pulls you impossibly closer, holding you so tight it almost hurts. You don't dare to try and make him let go, though, not when that’s the last thing you want.

“Olright,” he rumbles, eyes still closed. When they open a long moment later, your breath catches in your throat. They’ve never been so unguarded before, and you realize that this has been weighing as heavily on him as it has been on you. “If ya want ta be a mum, I’ll make ya a mum, lovie. Christ knows I'd be robbing the world of the best one there ever was if I didn't.”

You laugh wetly, delighted and relieved beyond words, surging forward to capture Simon’s lips in a bruising kiss. His hands settle on your hips as he returns it, squeezing lightly.

“Can’t say m’not lookin’ forward ta seein’ these grow,” he murmurs when you pull apart. A smirk tugs at the edge of his scarred mouth, and his gaze drops down to your breasts. “Those, too. Think you’ll make enough milk f’me ta try some?”

“Simon!” You scold, smacking his chest, your face growing hot. But you can’t keep the big grin off your face, just like you can’t stop your core from tingling at his words. Like a bloodhound, he scents it, smirk growing as his eyes darken.

“Thinkin’ we should start tryin’ tonight,” he whispered in your ear before giving it a little nip. Your body trembles under his hands in anticipation, breaths coming fast. “Ya have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed about comin’ inside that sweet l’il cunt o’ yours…”

You hide your face in his chest to muffle the breathy moan his words pull from you, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. You try to collect yourself, but the deep chuckle he lets out sets your nerves alight all over again.

“Hug!”

The little voice startles you, and you pull back just in time to feel a chunky baby arm wrap around your legs. You look down to see Amira, hugging both you and Simon tightly. You coo, successfully distracted from your menace of a boyfriend's filthy mouth, and bend down to scoop her up, holding her between the two of you.

“Are you ready to go home, Miri?” You ask, and she nods, swinging her little legs. Her feet repeatedly hit Simon’s belly, but he’s unaffected, too busy staring at you and imagining what you’d look like with his child on your hip.

“Ice cream first,” Amira negotiates, the little businesswoman. You laugh, but give in quickly, too elated to try and be strict.

“I could go for some ice cream,” you say, then look at Simon with soft, happy eyes. “What about you, Si? In the mood for something sweet?”

“Whatever ya want, birdie,” he answers easily, and you know he’s not just talking about the ice cream. “Anything' f’my best girl.”

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gunwoo-bh · 29 days ago

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you like because, you love despite part one [that question] - myg

that question

chef!yoongi x korean!f!doctor!reader | mdni 18+

summary »» Your friendship always made sense to you and those around you. It wasn’t difficult when both your parents grew up together as best friends too. Your moms always used to refer to your friendship as being written in the stars, whereas your dads believed it impossible for you two, being girl and boy, to be best friends. Your mothers constantly remind them how wrong they’ve been to believe that. Or were they?

cw »» fluff, angst, reader is korean for story’s sake, reader is an overthinking queen, yoongi is quiet and broody, sweetness, besties are best friending

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author's note »» Welcome back everyone to my new series! I am nervous but so excited to begin literally a new chapter of writing. I hope you love these characters as much as you loved the night shift ones. There's definitely gonna be more intensity (smut, angst) in this story for sure. Well, here it begins and I plan on posting a chapter a week (hopefully on the same day) to give me some time between each to carefully write each new one! ENJOY :D

Celebrating a big event in your friend group required a lot of planning. To get everyone in one spot was a herculean task in and of itself. That’s why when you waltz into your best friend’s restaurant about an hour after your shift you are frazzled and out of breath, walking through the kitchen and to the front of house where you stop dead in your tracks with a gasp.

“Wow!”

You smile, taking in the slightly different layout changes and decorations that have been put up. Two or three tables are lined up together to make one large one, candles lined up neatly in the middle alongside some congratulatory flowers, kept as far away from the candles of course. Each seat already has plates set up with a small name plate, designating who sat where.

“This looks amazing!” Unable to hide your excitement over it all, you wander over to it as you look up to your friend. “How long have you been at this?”

Yoongi shrugs, “Just a little while.”

Ever nonchalant, Yoongi will never admit just how much he’s touched when people appreciate his thoughtfulness and this here is yet another great example of it.

“I mean it, they’re going to think it looks amazing!”

“It’s not much…”

You groan loudly, slipping your coat off and tossing it over one of the unused tables, cocking a hip and crossing your arms over your chest, “Yah. Min Yoongi. Once, just once in your life can you just say ‘thank you, I put a lot of thought into it’…”

He turns to you, smacking his lips together, “Thanks?”

You inhale sharply, holding that breath in your chest before huffing a laugh and glaring at him, “I have to remind myself that you do this with the sole purpose of annoying me…”

He doesn’t grin, but even the slightest crinkle at the corner of his eyes tells you he’s amused as he nods, “So, how was work?”

It’s your turn to shrug, lips pursed, “So-so. I had appointments back to back, it felt like I got nothing done and I have a pile of paperwork waiting for me tomorrow when I get back…” you rub at your stiff neck. “How about yours? Was it hard explaining to customers you weren’t open for dinner service?”

“What can they do?” You snort, shaking your head. “I opened for lunch, had a note on all week and closed the doors at 3 p.m. And still, some were surprised.”

Your eyes follow him for a moment, grabbing spoons and chopsticks from a stack of them on the counter as you begin putting them down at each place setting.

“I wish I had that gift. Letting people be.” You pout as you round the table.

“What do you mean?”

You glance up quickly, catching a glimpse of his mousy blonde hair disappearing behind the bar, “Like…I wish I didn’t care about inconveniencing people, especially when I’ve given plenty warning or carefully planned for it, like tonight?” You hear him hum for you to continue. “It’s been weeks in the making, and I planned meticulously not to have a shift tonight. So, when a doctor called in and someone had to extend their shift by a few hours I felt awful because I was asked and said I couldn’t…”

“A lack of planning on their part doesn’t constitute an emergency on yours.” You snap your head at him, his head barely peeking out from behind the bar.

“I wish it was that easy for…” you point to your head, grabbing neatly folded napkins and going around the table the same way you did with the utensils.

“You can do it, I’ve seen you. You’re just too nice. You don’t like to make waves.” You scoff, thinking of a retort before jumping when you feel heat at your neck.

You go to turn but Yoongi walks around you, grabbing the napkins from you as he points for you to sit down. You reach for the warmth at your neck, feeling it between your fingers and recognizing the shape of the heat pack as you smile.

You pull a chair out, plopping down on it, “I just hate disappointing people…”

Your answer gets a reaction, Yoongi looking up from across the table at you, “People are gonna use that kindness against you, y’know…”

“I know…” you shrug, resting the pack higher on your neck. “When is everyone arriving?”

“Around five.” He looks at the clock then back to you. “Can you go fire up the stove and start heating the two pots I have on there? Medium-low heat, please.”

“Mhm.”

Standing up, you hold onto the heat pack at your neck and walk past Yoongi, feeling his eyes on you until you disappear in his kitchen. You feel privileged every time you get to step back here, fully aware of how protective Yoongi is of his restaurant but mostly, his kitchen. Once they’re on and head back out, you see him placing three portable BBQs on the table.

“Can you grab me some propane from behind the bar?”

When he lifts his head to look at you, you’re grinning because you’re already grabbing them, sauntering them back to him as he takes them from you with a sly grin.

Your friendship always made sense to you and those around you. It wasn’t difficult when both your parents grew up together as best friends too. Your moms always used to refer to your friendship as being written in the stars, whereas your dads believed it impossible for you two, being girl and boy, to be best friends. Your mothers constantly remind them how wrong they’ve been to believe that.

“Has Hoseok told you he’s bringing his girlfriend around?”

You glance up with a smile, “I did! He shot me a text the other day asking if I’d mind. I told him it was silly for him to ask.”

“What about you?”

“Huh?”

A silence hangs for a beat.

“Is Daehyun coming tonight?”

There it is.

The question you were waiting to hear from him.

You don’t know why you dread any of his inquiries about any relationship you’ve had.

Stop lying to yourself. You know exactly why.

Yoongi is everything a friend should be when you’re in a relationship and going through the ups or downs of it. He’s supportive, a good listener and lets you vent your frustrations without belittling your boyfriend or your relationship. But he’s also brutally honest too, he won’t sugarcoat when you’re being too passive or when you’re obviously unhappy. And he’s unfortunately been right about every single one of your relationships.

Damn him, sometimes.

“We broke up.”

He doesn’t look up. Instead, he’s still fiddling with the propane tanks but stills for a split second.

“You okay?”

He looks up then, standing at full height as he watches you. He’s concerned, you can tell. Anyone else might think he was indifferent to the news but his taking a moment to just look at you is how he shows he’s concerned. He waits to hear from you that you are okay. “Yeah,” his head tilts just a little, “it was…mutual.”

He doesn’t believe you one bit and puts his hands on his hips, disapproving of your lie.

“I mean it, I’m fine. And no, it wasn’t mutual but I’m not heartbroken over it either, which is the biggest hint that I should have ended things before…”

“So, you broke up with him?”

You glare at him, giving him a pointed look and he raises his hands in surrender, giving up on asking any more questions about it. You are both quiet briefly before he asks again.

“You okay, though?”

Looking up to watch the way he tries to level eye to eye with you makes you relax, nodding gently, “Yeah, I’m okay. I promise.”

He seems to believe you because he doesn’t push it.

“How’s your neck?”

You remove the heat pack when he mentions it, “Better, thank you.”

“Yeah, don’t mention it.”

As you get closer to the end of the hour he brings out side dishes which you help him plate carefully while he busies himself in the kitchen making sure everything is in order. He pokes his head out to check on you but you know how he likes things to be, meaning Yoongi doesn’t concern himself with you getting things done. He knows you will.

A loud knock against the glass startles you, twisting your body around on the stool and seeing some of your friends already present. You laugh at their silliness as they dangle bottles of wine and soju in their hands.

“Yoongi! They’re here!”

You run to the door giggling already when you unlock it and are suddenly enveloped in a group hug, giggling when you nearly get trampled.

“You guys are early!”

Taehyung, Jungkook and Jimin are the firsts to arrive, the three of them still squeezing you as they push inside the restaurant.

“We wanted to help but it looks like you and Yoongi got that covered!”

The man in question comes out of the kitchen with an apron around his waist, “Yah! You guys are always early but never early enough to help…I swear, you’re incorrigible.”

They all cling to you as they look at their friend, Jimin pouting, “We brought booze?”

Yoongi frowns, “I have booze here?!”

You snort, Yoongi glaring at you as you cover your mouth as Jungkook says, “We brought some so you didn’t have to dig into your stuff here…”

You shuffle back towards your seat, glancing back as the boys have a playful standoff. You mouth a small ‘stop’ to Yoongi when he quickly glances at you and rolls his eyes.

“Don’t make a mess and grab the side dishes, put them on the table…”

You’re about to protest but he says, “Shhh, you’ve worked enough today.”

When Yoongi gives you that tone you listen, pouting as you move away from side dishes and where your name plate is, right next to Yoongi’s. He walks back to you as he puts the boys to work, heat pack in hand as he places it on your neck again without a word.

It’s amusing to watch all four of them try to function in this environment. Yoongi is unwilling to release control but the guys constantly try to push boundaries, trying to sneak into the kitchen as he tells them off. Witnessing that is the most hilarious aspect of your group of friends.

You take your phone out, noticing about a half a dozen messages including one from your now ex-boyfriend.

Daehyun [4:39 PM]: Call me.

You scoff, glancing up and excusing yourself, squeezing Yoongi’s arm on the way out, knowing he will ask you if you’re alright and you hope the gesture is enough to reassure him as you step out with your phone to your ear.

“What was that about?” Jimin asks.

Yoongi still watches as you disappear out back, only glancing back at your friends after a moment, “No idea.”

Taehyung cautiously approaches Yoongi, Jungkook in tow, “Is it true Daehyun broke up with her?”

Yoongi’s head snaps up so fast it startles all three guys, “How did you know?”

Taehyung mouths the air, looking to Jungkook for support as the youngest speaks, “Well, we bumped into Eunseo and she told us…Asked if we knew anything about it but we didn’t.” He’s quiet for a moment. “Is she okay?”

“We assume you’ve talked…” Taehyung says gently.

Yoongi nods, “Don’t mention it to her, okay? She’s okay though.”

They take his word because they physically relax their stance, smiling softly as they look at Yoongi. He sighs visibly, shaking his head, “I swear she’s fine.”

Yoongi doesn’t even really know that what he’s telling the boys is the truth but he has to believe in his own words, hoping to figure this out himself late too. He always found out eventually, that was the nature of your friendship. Knowing everything about each other. At least, almost everything.

“I need to grab some makgeolli* from the back…” Yoongi stands straight, “can you make sure not to burn the place down and start the grills at low-medium heat?”

They nod as he walks to the back of the house, walking through the kitchen past the fridge where he’s supposed to get the makgeolli and to the back exit, leaning against the doorway as he watches you pacing on the phone and listening to what he expects to be the end of the conversation.

“I’m not home right now. I’m at the restaurant…” silence falls, then your groan, “I’m not starting this talk with you again, not right now. I’ll text you tomorrow and I’ll have your things ready for you to pick up…bye now.”

He doesn’t want to be caught eavesdropping but of anyone, you are more likely to not get upset or embarrassed by it being him. You look caught red handed when you turn to head back in but Yoongi steps out to meet you in the back alley. The early autumn season air makes late afternoons chilly, your breaths visible in the air.

“Was that…?”

You nod, “Yeah.”

“You okay?”

“Annoyed.”

He nods, rubbing the back of his neck, “Wanna tell me what happened? Or you wanna ignore it for right now?”

“Insecurity happened. And…can we not talk about it until after? I don’t wanna be thinking about him tonight of all nights…” he watches you smile but it doesn’t reach your eyes, “I wanna be there for Hoseok.”

Yoongi can only nod, watching you, “We’ll talk?”

He watches your annoyance melt into softness, your shoulders relaxing as you nod right back, “Of course. You know me, I’m gonna need to vent sooner or later…”

He resists grinning, instead huffing the smallest acknowledgement with a quirk of his eyebrow, “It’s cold, let’s go back inside…” he moves off to the side to let you pass, following after you.

He stops by the fridge, grabs two bottles of makgeolli and watches as you stop a few feet away, “I told them I was grabbing these…”

You grab them from him, “Stay here for a second. I’ll say I grabbed them from you.”

“Hey!”

You turn around, “The guys know…about Daehyun. Eunseo told them.”

You smile at him, mouthing the smallest ‘thank you’ and he knows what for. You disappear out front, leaving Yoongi standing in the kitchen as he stares after you. He makes a mental note to remind you to change the code to your door when you get home as goes into the freezer to get the meat.

Until then, he focuses on the evening ahead.

Your conversation with Daehyun continues to ring loudly in your head when you bring out the bottle of makgeolli, placing them on the table. You hear squealing, your name being called catches your attention and you break out into a smile when your friends, Harin and Soojin, run to hug you as you giggle.

“When did you get here?!”

Harin rubs your back, “Just now, we stopped to grab some wine!”

Soojin walks up and gives you a bottle, “We grabbed your favourite but it looks like you already have one here.”

You twirl around to the table where you see your favourite white wine, “Oh.” You look confused, but Soojin only grins.

“More for you then. I hope you’re not driving.” She teases.

“No, I’m crashing at Yoongi’s.” You don’t catch the exchange of looks between Soojin and Harin as you grab the wine from her. “Thank you. Let me know and I’ll transfer money back to you.”

“Never mind that.”

You shake your head, hugging her tightly, “Well, thank you.”

“Have any of you met Hoseok’s girlfriend yet?” Jungkook asks out of nowhere.

Ah yes, you’re reminded how big a night it is. You’ve all gathered to celebrate Hoseok opening his dance academy, in a trendy part of Seoul no less, and having booked lessons back to back for the first month already. Not only that, but he is also introducing his girlfriend of three months to you guys, his closest friends.

All of you say no at the same time.

“I saw her on his socials but never in person. She seems super sweet.” Soojin comments, shrugging.

You know just how intimidating it is to meet your group of friends, considering yourself lucky to have been grandfathered in thanks to your friendship with Yoongi. You can only imagine what it’s been like for every single partner to meet everyone. It’s a process, you know that because you had been a wreck prior to Daehyun meeting everyone. You always feel for the girlfriends, or boyfriends, that have had to go through this.

“As long as we don’t try to embarrass poor Hoseok, I think everything is gonna be fine…” you remind them, always more sympathetic towards these ‘meeting the partner’ dinners than some of your more playful friends. Everyone always has everyone’s best interest at heart but not without any teasing of course.

“She’s a ballerina. She’s going to teach at his academy. That’s all I know.” Jimin explains, holding his phone up. “Namjoon and Seokjin are just around the corner, Hoseok also just texted and they’ll be here in fifteen.”

You clap playfully, “Alright everyone, don’t scare the girlfriend off and be nice. Otherwise, we’ll never hear the end of it.”

Everybody scatters to finalize what needs to be done. Jimin and Jungkook are gathering more booze for easy reach as Soojin and Harin set up the gift table and Yoongi brings out the meat, placing the three large plates evenly across the table. You are grabbing some sodas, specifically some Sprite for the man of the hour right as he, and his new girlfriend, walk in.

Everyone cheers, clapping for him as he bows over and over, pretending to cry which prompts everyone to laugh, his poor girlfriend standing behind him shyly as he pulls her into his side. Hoseok introduces his girlfriend, Minha, to everyone and as everyone disperses, all the girls converge in a corner to make Hoseok’s girl feel welcomed.

As you would back in school, you all explain to her the dynamics of the group as fast as you can before Yoongi clearly calls everyone to sit so you can all start eating. Soojin links her arms with Minha, tugging her to her designated spot next to Hoseok. You’re smiling softly as you walk around the table to your spot, Yoongi pulling out your chair as he patiently waits for you to sit down.

Aside from you, couples sit together and the singles are sprinkled between each couple, everyone settling in and the only sound heard amidst some commentary is the sizzling of meat on the grills.

You grab your already poured glass of wine, quickly glancing at Yoongi in thanks, as you wait for him to finish cooking the meat, trusting his expertise on cooking. Hoseok looks at the spread, touched as he shakes his head.

“Wow, bro, you outdid yourself! Thank you, this is almost too much.” He places a hand over his heart as he smiles.

Yoongi shrugs, “I could take some away.”

Hoseok stares at you next, “Can’t he ever be normal and just say ‘my pleasure’?”

You raise your hands in surrender, “I’ve tried.”

The boys chuckle, Harin looking at Minha at that moment, “So, let’s get started,” Minha has a timid smile on her lips, “tell us how you two met?”

Hoseok is far too prepared because he jumps right into it, meeting at a café nearby after teaching dance classes respectively at different academies and Hoseok boldly asking for her number.

“He asked for my number, and I said no, but he promised that if I agreed to go on a date with him and I wasn’t impressed? He’d leave me be. He’d lose my phone number.” Minha pauses, coyly grinning. “Needless to say, I was impressed.”

“How did he convince you to teach at his academy?”

She smiles, “Two of my classes were cancelled and finding a good academy to teach at is hard…” she looks adoringly to her man, “and he offered me a job, and I honestly had no idea until then that he was opening his own academy. We’d been dating almost two months when he said his academy was opening soon and that he was looking for a ballet teacher…”

“So, I offered her the job.” He smiles brightly at her, making you envious of how smitten they were with each other.

Seokjin shakes his head, “Wow. Look at our friend being a romantic through and through. We taught him well…”

Hoseok groans, “Taught me what? This was all me!”

Everyone laughs and you hide behind your hand, chewing on a bite of food as Yoongi places more beef on your plate, before asking Minha, “What ages do you teach?”

“Mostly kids. Anywhere between four all the way to twelve year olds.”

You smile at her before adding, glancing at Hoseok with a mischievous look in your eyes, “Well, if you have the patience to teach children, you will have plenty of patience to be his girlfriend…”

Hoseok gasps dramatically, “You did not!”

You nod, “Yes, I did!"

He starts pouting, Minha patting his cheek as she turns to all of you with a grin and it isn’t long before stories get shared from all fronts.

Hours go by, everyone taking the time to really put in the effort to get to know Minha. You find out many things about her and one of them is that you two, specifically, have something in common. You both enjoy hiking and you easily talk about your love of it, making a girl date to go hike nearby some day soon. You’re just sitting back in your chair after showing Minha photos of your last hike, ironically one you did with Yoongi, and you are entering her contact information in your phone.

“Finally someone who likes hiking!” You lean back in relief, smiling as you raise your phone. “Let’s go soon, mhm?”

She nods, smiling at you, “Soon, absolutely.”

A quick but comfortable silence befalls the entire group. That is until Minha scans the entire group, still chewing on food when she asks the table.

“So,” everybody looks up, “I’m curious but how did the couples meet? Were you all friends and some of you started dating or was it like me? Being brought into the group…type of thing…” She almost sounds scared when she finishes asking.

Soojin looks at Seokjin with a ‘you want to tell her’ look and the man cannot refuse his girlfriend.

“Well,” he’s so proud and while you’ve all heard this story before, seeing him this way makes listening to it worth it, “we met in University and we were in the same program…”

Soojin interjects, “We’re both lawyers.”

“Yes, thank you, and we actually weren’t fond of each other at first.” He looks to his girlfriend, amusement visible as they both remember their early on misadventures. “Actually, we were so competitive…”

“I have no idea how that turned into romance, to be honest…” Soojin laughs, looking at him.

He frowns, “I was charming.”

“You had your moments, that’s for sure.”

As Soojin tells the story of the moment things shifted between them, you feel an arm resting across the back of your chair as you give a cursory glance over your right shoulder and you see a hand so you glance to your left where you see Yoongi leaning back in his chair with his arm slung across the back of yours. You smile, relaxing as you focus on your friends.

“So, us spending an entire night doing research for a case helped us grow closer and that sort of animosity slowly...dissipated…” Seokjin smiles as he listens to Soojin.

“And now here we are, almost four years later.” He wraps an arm around her shoulders and pulls her into his side with a kiss to her temple.

Minha smiles sweetly, glancing at Harin and Namjoon next, “And you guys?”

Namjoon blushes right away, rubbing one side of his face as he looks to Harin, “We’re…a little bit newer than those two,” he gestures to Seokjin, “but uh…” he trails off and looks to his girlfriend.

Harin happily takes over, “We’ve been friends for ten years, just friends for the longest time. We just started dating this year actually…” she looks at Namjoon as she grabs his hand, “about eight months ago.”

“Woooow! What…what changed in your friendship?”

You feel Yoongi move next to you as he stands and walks behind the counter.

“Well, we actually…actually, I was jealous when we were hanging out one day and a girl came over to boldly ask for his number and I just wondered what the heck it was I was feeling. Why did it bother me? He’s one of my best friends…y’know? That kind of stuff?”

Namjoon continues, “She got really quiet and then wouldn’t talk to me the rest of the day.”

“I was so annoyed, not even at him! At myself!” Everyone laughs at how outraged she still sounds. “When I started thinking even for a second that I could like him I was furious because there I was, about to ruin a nearly decade long friendship…”

“I was really confused…” She smacks him playfully.

“I really did not make it easy for him to figure it out because I was also figuring it out. We had to have these two,” she points to you and Yoongi, “basically spill the beans about the fact that we were so obviously in love with each other yet so oblivious to it.”

You remember that day like it was yesterday, sharing a quick look with your best friend across the room before looking back at them.

Namjoon rubs the back of his neck, “Long story short, we went two days without talking and I hated it so, I went to her apartment and basically confronted her.”

Minha’s eyes widened, “How did that go?”

Harin laughs, “Well, obviously, in the end at least…” her cheeks reden at the memory, “he was going on a rant, he was pacing in my apartment and I just grabbed and kissed him.”

Everyone awes and wows at that, making the couple blush as some even start clapping. You sit there, your hands in your lap. You catch Yoongi walking back with a beer in hand as well as something else he keeps behind his back, your eyes sticking to his figure until he sits back next to you. You watch as he pops a can of soda open and places it in front of you without sparing you a glance, doing the same with his beer as he sips it.

“That must have startled you…”

Namjoon laughs, “My world opened up then,” everyone chuckles, “it was the easiest yes on the planet and things haven’t been the same since. They’ve been better.”

“Was it a weird transition?”

They both look at each other, Harin shaking her head, “Not really. We kinda slipped into being a couple quicker than I think either of us expected…”

Namjoon sits up proudly, “It was just natural, wasn’t it?”

As you watch your friends share their love stories you can’t help but long for that feeling, something you regret to even acknowledge you’ve never felt. Not even with Daehyun. You don’t even think you’ve ever been in love before. The realization makes you sad, because a part of you now wonders whether or not you’re just that little bit too demanding with your expectations.

“And what about you two?”

You snap your eyes to Minha, surprised when she is staring straight at you with the sweetest smile and as you glance around the table you’re met with some startled looks from your friends. You’re entirely focused on figuring out what is happening to notice just how quiet things are as Minha asks again.

“Yoongi and you, how long have you two been together?”

Now, that is a question.

You feel Yoongi tense slightly just from the way his arm shifts behind your back, never moving, not realizing how you sit up straight right away as you look at everyone around you. The last person you look at is Yoongi as he meets your eyes.

Now, you've been asked this question before or similar questions to it. It is not so out of pocket for two best friends, especially boy and girl, to be asked whether or not they're dating. Not entirely uncommon. Somehow, though, not a question you've encountered together before in all nearly 25 years of your friendship. Not even once.

So, you sit there in stunned silence for a few seconds before you remember you have to gather some semblance of thought in the disorganized chaos that is happening in your head. Why is this question easier answered when on your own rather than when said best friend is now staring at you? He knows the answer too. Right?

Except, this is not the usual question you get.

Are you dating him? Are you two dating?

That's what you're used to hearing when you're usually by yourself once he's made himself scarce. You suspect people don't ask him because if you don't know Yoongi he doesn't look like he welcomes this line of questioning. Hence, why people usually ask you that question.

But it has been so long since this type of question has ever popped up.

You clear your throat, mouthing the air for a moment when you feel Yoongi's knee gently nudge yours telling you he's right there. That fills you with comfort, even years into your friendship.

You chuckle timidly, “Uh, well, we aren't dating actually…” you see the realization hit Minha as her features grow apologetic but you stop her, “it's fine! Don't worry. Wouldn't be the first time we're asked that, right?”

You expect Yoongi to be looking at you, agreeing with you but he instead is looking between you and his beer can, chewing his lower lip as he nods absentmindedly and that image strikes you as odd. It isn't the first time he's been asked that, surely?

“Right, not the first…” his voice sends a shiver through your body because it doesn’t feel like Yoongi.

Minha apologizes but you stop her, smiling reassuringly, “Yah! It's okay! It's certainly not the first time I've been asked about us. Won't be the last. Answer's always been the same though.” You shift in your seat. “We've been best friends since we were kids. Almost 25 years, right?”

You look to Yoongi again for support as he nods, “This year.”

You turn back to Minha, “We kinda come as a pair, so…don't fret too hard about this. It's all good!”

Minha relaxes, making you release the breath you've been holding as you lean back in your seat and your best friend's arm at the back of it brings comfort as you smile at her.

“I am so sorry!” She giggles, shy as Hoseok rubs her back sweetly while giving you, and Yoongi, a quick careful glance like he's checking that you two are okay.

“It's all good! Don't feel bad about it. I've been told we give off vibes,” you see Yoongi's face snap to you from the corner of your eyes, “so, it won't be the last time I'm sure!”

You glance down to your lap before grabbing your soda, sipping on it as you wave everybody off, “Guys! It's all good. You're all acting like it's the first time we've been asked this!”

Finally they laugh, and slowly things go back to normal as the subject shifts to all your friendships. You exhale deeply as you relax for a moment. It feels like you've just crawled through a battlefield to get here.

The rest of the night is filled with laughter and you’re left nearly forgetting that momentary awkwardness as desserts are had and gifts are opened, celebrating the accomplishments of your dear friend.

The evening dwindles down and people begin leaving when the clock strikes just past ten. You laugh at how tired you all are now as adults. Your early twenties never would have seen any you anywhere a bed until three in the morning before.

Minha and Hoseok are standing hand in hand as they thank Yoongi, you standing by his side, for cooking and hosting. He shrugs in his usual nonchalant way as you shove him playfully, “What he means is you're very welcome, I am glad we could do this for Hoseok and we got to meet you.”

The tension you felt earlier returns for a few seconds when you notice Minha glance between the both of you with a small grin on her lips but you're left no time to think about it when she reaches out and hugs you.

After your goodbyes you assure the rest of your friends that you'll stay behind to help Yoongi clean under the guise of it being your payment for him letting you crash at his for the night.

The restaurant grows quiet as the door shuts behind the last of your friends as you lock it, staring at your hand for a moment. This evening has felt like a marathon and you're just catching your breath.

“You okay?”

You relax as you turn to Yoongi, relaxing against the front door as you look at him with the softest look.

You nod, “Just tired.”

“How's your neck?”

You smile, “It's all good, I promise. I'll do a heat pack when we get to yours.”

He watches you carefully, licking lips as he nods mostly to himself, “Wanna get started so we can go to bed?”

Your heart jumps as you nod, “Mhm. Let's go. Sooner we start, sooner we're done.”

As he begins cleaning up the kitchen you start with the dining area, picking up all the recyclables and putting the trash all aside to throw before leaving. You stack up the dishes in a large tray for him to start going through.

You're busy wiping down tables and chairs, putting everything back in its original position as you stretch your back. You sweep and mop the floor, wiping your forehead when you're finally done some time later.

You can hear water running in the back as you wander back there to see Yoongi hand cleaning some dishes while the rest goes through the dishwasher.

“Hey.”

He snaps his head up and smiles softly, “Hey. You good?”

Nodding, you point to the sink, “Need help?”

He takes a long few seconds before nodding, “Yeah. I won't say no…”

You shuffle over next to him, standing side by side as you both quietly clean the dishes that need cleaning by hand. You both use this time to recharge, appreciating the mutual understanding that an evening like that really takes it out of both of you.

When you reach into the sink for a dish, you find nothing after a while. You look down then back to Yoongi who is smirking just in the slightest and you scoff, nudging him. He grabs your hand and looks it over before dropping it.

“Make sure to put some lotion on…the soap will make your skin dry.”

“Mhm. I have some in my purse…” you dry your hands, walking back out front as you look at your hard work.

“Damn. You did great. Looks like nothing happened.”

You watch Yoongi come out with lotion in his hands, giving him a look, “I had some y’know?”

He shrugs, “Thanks for staying to help clean up. I know you work tomorrow.”

He squeezes the product in your hands, nodding when you have enough to lather and cover the entire area. You look at him, his blonde hair falling in his eyes.

“You wanna finish up here and just go up?”

He shakes his head, “I can manage in the morning with Jungkook.”

“Are you sure?”

He nods, lips curling, “Let’s go to bed.”

You follow him around as he shuts lights, makes sure gas is shut off and that the doors are locked as you head out front waiting for him to input the code for the alarm. You stand there next to him, waiting patiently until he nudges for you to head out. You wait as he locks the front door, bringing his hand to the middle of your back as he guides you to the stairs on the side of the building.

You love the convenience of where Yoongi works and lives. He began renting the building about seven years ago and when his restaurant took off, not only was he able to buy the restaurant out right and own it, he had purchased the rest of the building and was now paying that off. He not only has his business but also lives right above it.

He lets you walk up first, following closely behind as you get to the door. You key in the code like it’s second nature, pushing the door with your shoulder as you laugh when he reaches above you to push it open wider. You stumble inside as the lights come on.

You’ve always loved Yoongi’s home. When he bought it he put a lot of time and effort into fixing it up, which is why having Namjoon as a best friend also helped. The man being an architect simply made the renovation process easier.

When he had told you he was planning on renovating the upstairs to make it liveable, you had not known that his home would be a rooftop apartment. You had spent some part of your childhood in one and had once told him of your dream to one day own and renovate one.

He shuts the door behind you as you head to the guest room, but he grabs your arm, shaking his head, “Take mine tonight.”

You stand there, staring up at him, “So, what’s that?” You point to the door at the end of the hallway.

“The guest room.”

You point to yourself, “What am I?”

He gives your full name as you smack him, earning yourself the smallest cackle out of him.

“A guest, you idiot. I’m a guest!” You laugh, hands on your hips.

He makes a face, like he disapproves of what you’ve just said, “You’re not but okay. Now, take my room for the night, please.”

He’s stubbornly standing in your way, guiding you to his room as you sigh, “Fine. You always do this. Why do you always do this I swear?”

You see him snickering as you walk past him and down the second but shorter hallway which leads to one place only: his room. You walk in, again, like this isn’t weird but you start wondering if maybe it is. Paying no mind to your brain, you get comfortable in some clothes you’ve left here the last time. When you realize they’ve been washed you smile, getting changed as you head back out to see Yoongi also already in sleeping clothes.

He’s at the stove already as he looks across the counter to you, “Want ramyeon?”

And even though you’ve just eaten a feast, the potential of a late night snack is far too tempting as you nod, “Yes.”

He immediately rips into the packets, earning your laughter as you walk to the kitchen, “Cut the green onions? Grab two eggs too?”

It’s easy between you two, always is whenever you’re here with him.

You start cutting the green onions, careful not to hurt yourself as you stand near him. You feel him glancing at you, prompting you to stop chopping and look at him.

“Yes?”

He shakes his head, stirring the pot again as you laugh. You’re cleaning up after yourself, moving around his kitchen as you tie your hair in a ponytail. You take it upon yourself to clean the few dishes that are already in his sink, allowing yourself to relax.

“Have you ever been asked that before?”

You snap your head up and then your entire body towards him, “What?”

He’s dropping the eggs inside the boiling pot, swallowing thickly as he rubs his neck, “That question earlier…do you get asked that often?”

You raise your eyebrow at him, “Which one?”

“About us dating.”

You feel a chill crawl up your back as the words leave him. Looking down at your hands at that moment seems easier.

The truth is, you and Yoongi have never spoken about this before. You assumed he had been asked many times during your friendship, considering you had too but it was never acknowledged. Nothing was off limits for you guys and truly, you don’t even think this subject is off limits either but the air had been awkward around it earlier that evening.

In all your years of friendship you had truly never been asked that question when the both of you were in the same room. You can remember vividly whenever that question had been asked and it was always easy to just give the obvious answer. We’re childhood best friends, that’s all.

So, being confronted with the question in front of all your friends had been a shock to the system that you were just now processing. Especially after Yoongi’s question.

You finally look back up and he’s already watching you, “Mhm. Yeah, a few times.”

“How often?”

You sigh loudly. Why does that matter?

“I don’t know…” you think, “when we got out of high school and went to university? Almost every other day…usually by girls who wanted to date you. Sometimes because a guy didn’t want to ‘overstep’ if I was ‘your’ girl…”

You wince at the annoying amount of times a girl approached you back then to ask about Yoongi. To say you were irritated at the time was an understatement.

“Do you still get asked?”

You turn your entire body to him, curious by his sudden interest since this kind of thing isn’t something he cares about.

“Sometimes.”

“Is it why Daehyun…” he stops when he realizes what he’s about to ask.

You open your mouth to retort but you stop yourself. You don’t snap at each other, that isn’t something you do. You’ve never yelled at each other. You’ve been mad at each other, furious even, but never once had he ever raised his voice towards you. And you won’t start now.

The truth is Yoongi isn’t wrong.

Your phone call with Daehyun earlier reiterated your earlier argument with your now ex-boyfriend. The main reason being your lack of time spent together but the second reason being your friendship with Yoongi.

“Yes.”

His eyes widen, mouth falling open as he stares at you, “What?”

“Look, we always said it would happen, right? That someday someone would be insecure. Well, Daehyun was. I don’t hold it against him but I do hold it against him that he tried making a decision for me like I was a kid being scolded. He ended it because I fought back…” you sigh, obviously irritated as you rub your neck.

“He asked you to…what?”

“To stop being friends with you. Didn’t ask, really. Told me I had to stop being your friend.”

You don’t even have to ask him how he feels about it because for all of his nonchalance, Yoongi’s anger always shows in his features. And you can easily tell from his furrowed eyebrows, the way his lips are in a thin line and how his nostrils flare. It’s also better for you to just let him stew in it.

“I said no, obviously.” You grab the cutting board as you slide it over to him.

When he doesn’t move an inch, all you can think of doing is nudging him and he looks at you, jaw clenched as you pout, “Ramyeon. Please.”

He grabs the bowl on the counter and makes you a bowl, adding green onions on top for garnish as he silently walks it to his table, you following diligently behind him. You sit down as you watch him go back to get himself one too, still silent and staring into nothingness.

He sits down across from you, both of you slurping on noodles in relative silence as you glance up to him every once in a while. He’s deep in thought. He’s also carefully choosing his next words, you can tell. You stand, grabbing a soda from his fridge.

“You never thought about it?”

You freeze on your way back to the chair, watching Yoongi stare into his bowl.

“Thought about…what? Us?”

He turns to look at you so fast, you’re startled back and you bump into the kitchen island. He’s mouthing the air nervously and you’ve never seen him like this with you before.

“No! I meant,” he inhales deeply, “I mean…” he goes quiet for a moment, “telling me to back off so he feels less insecure…”

You squint at him, “Who are you and what have you done with my Min Yoongi?”

He stumbles again over his words, this being the second time within minutes and so unlike him.

“What do you mean?”

“He wasn’t asking me to tell you to back off. He was telling me I wasn’t allowed to be friends with you because he was insecure.” Yoongi finally turns his chair to you, arms crossing over his chest as you sigh. “One, I won’t be treated like that because anyone is insecure. Two, I’m not a dog who can be ordered around. And three, you’re my best friend. In a situation like this you always come first.”

He stares at you, truly taking in every word you say as he nods.

“So, he dumped me. I honestly think he thought I held my self-esteem in our relationship and that I would crawl back on my hands and knees begging for him not to do that…” you purse your lips, “and I’m not sorry to say I would never do that. I won’t ever beg for a guy’s attention.”

Right there you see the subtle hints of a smile beginning to tug at his lips, licking his lips to try to stop it from spreading as he clears his throat. You glare at him, shaking your head as you sigh.

“What?”

“Nothing. I’m just…proud of you.”

You stride over so fast he pushes his chair back as you raise your hand to flick his forehead and he starts laughing, grabbing your hands to stop you with ease as you look down at him.

“Proud of me, huh? I don’t need you to be proud of me…” you’re fighting the urge to smile as you say this, nudging his knee with yours.

He holds your hands as he brings them down, “What do you need me to be then?”

Oh.

Oh?

Why does your chest feel funny?

You smile as you sigh, “Here.”

Yoongi’s lips purse just barely, mouth falling open as he exhales, “You know I am. Always.”

He lets go of your hands, clearing his throat as you step back to sit in your spot across from him. He reaches over to pop your soda open, thanking him when you take a sip as you watch him.

“Anyway,” he carefully listens, “when he said he wanted to break up, I wasn’t as sad as I felt I should have been…”

“No?”

You shake your head, “We were almost a year in and I never felt anything other than…affection for him. He was nice, treated me nicely until, well, y’know…and took me on nice dates, overall the experience was great and why does it sound like I’m writing a review for a restaurant?!?”

Yoongi snorts, hiding behind his hand, “I don’t know why but it really does sound like it…”

You cuss him out under your breath, sighing as you stretch out, “Fuck it, I’m just gonna be celibate. I’ll be the fun aunt when everyone starts having kids…”

“You don’t mean that. You say that every single time.”

You scoff loudly, “What if I do mean it now?”

“Wanna bet?”

You open your mouth to speak but shut it, pouting and groaning as you shoot up from your spot, grabbing the empty bowls, “I’m gonna clean and go to bed…”

“Yah…Yah! Come on, I’m teasing…”

You huff and continue pouting as he groans when he pushes himself off the chair, following behind you, “Don’t! You’ve done enough tonight! I’ll clean this up and go to bed.”

Yoongi sighs, knowing nothing will convince you otherwise as he shakes his head, “I’ll get ready for bed then, mhm?”

With a sleepy smile, you nod, “Mhm. I’ll see you in the morning then.”

“I’ll make you breakfast. What time do you work? I’ll set an alarm.”

You bite your lip, “I have a late morning. I work at ten.”

He nods, says nothing else as he wishes you good night and he reluctantly steps down the hall to the guest room. Once the door shuts, you finish the dishes quickly and shut the lights everywhere before heading to bed.

The door clicks shut as you sigh, glancing around Yoongi’s neatly kept room. You wash up and crawl under the covers, smiling to yourself as you scroll on social media for a bit. Looking at the time tick by on your phone makes you aware of how tired you will be the next morning.

You’re startled when your phone buzzes in your hand, a notification popping down from Yoongi.

Yoong~ 🍊[12:03 AM]: I can hear you tossing and turning, leave the phone alone and go sleep.

Yoong~ 🍊[12:03 AM]: Please.

This again.

You stop smiling as you put the phone face down on your chest, swallowing thickly while staring at the blank ceiling. The tightness in your chest has been there since dinner, ignoring it since then but not anymore. Not when, in the darkness of his bedroom, all there is to do, aside from mindlessly staring at the bright screen of your phone, is thinking.

That damn question shouldn’t have put you in such a state, yet here you are wondering something that you had only thought of once, describing it then as a teenage indiscretion. But now, it feels more real. Being an adult always makes it more real. It’s easy to be in denial as a kid.

But your mind is racing now because for the first time in fifteen years you are left asking yourself that question. The one question you had buried so deep down in your brain you were certain it would never surface again. Your heart dares flutter when you think of it and you promise yourself right here and then you won’t let it ruin things.

It should have been obvious that you’d ask yourself this question more than once in your life, but until today, it had never happened. Being friends with Yoongi for so long and being as close as you are, of course people mistook you for a couple. But you remembered how quick your parents were to defend your friendship as just that – friendship. And then it was your turn to defend it, over and over again when people teased or harassed you. Yoongi always remained quiet, explaining it away as ‘people will believe whatever, there’s no use in arguing’ and you had been the opposite, vehemently going at everyone’s throat who dared question your friendship. Even when you were in the midst of your crush on him when you were fifteen, protecting your friendship above all.

So, why is it that as you lie in his bed, under his covers after eating his food, you finally ask yourself the question you had evaded for so long.

Why haven’t you ever seriously considered dating Yoongi before?

author's note »» Here we are! I am truly embarking on a childhood best friends to lovers one, one of my favourite romantic tropes ever! I hope you enjoyed this chapter & that you're gonna look forward to what I am gonna put these characters through! Please, comment on any of these posts if you want to be added to the masterlist :D

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arkhammaid · 1 year ago

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— ˚₊‧⁺˖ RED BULL GIVES YOU WINGS.

fandom. formula one

pairing. max verstappen x snowboarder fem!reader (fc: zoi sadowski-synnott)

about. y/n l/n, olympic gold medalist, goes viral after her unusal win. her boyfriend silently cheers from the sidelines

content warnings. social media au, not edited/proofread

notes. i vaguely remember seeing the headlines (years ago) of a teen snowboarder oversleeping because he was watching netflix the night before the race LMAO. so this is kinda the inspiration for that

SKYSPORTS

liked by maxverstappen1, yourusername, redbull and 3'370'884 others

skysports Gold Medalist @/yourusername had a rough morning during the Winter Olympics, she overslept thanks to a late game night binge with her boyfriend. Yet despite also forgetting her coat, she takes the win by storm, all while flueled by three Red Bull's she had as breakfast.

"When me and my boyfriend sim race, we totally forget the time. It's his passion and I like to challenge him in something he thinks he's best in. I think it was 3am when I finally went to bed, luckily I found a some cans of Red Bull. You can also thank my boyfriend for that, he drinks that sh*t as if it's water."

Y/n takes the whole incident with stride, jokingly saying that she will have to repeat this routine if she wants to win gold the next time.

user SIM RACING WITH HER BOYFRIEND???

⤷ user don't know if we should thank him or not

⤷ user you'll probably never be able to thank him, y/n and her bf have been together for years now but she never revealed who it is

⤷ user does she even have a boyfriend??

⤷ user check her insta, she's been posting the same man for a long time now

user SHE'S SO FUCKING UNSERIOUS I LOVE THAT

user she's literally the definition of genz

user i don't care what anyone else says, this right here is queen shit behavior

⤷ user i crown thee, y/n l/n, to the queen of whatever this whole mess is

redbull See! Red Bull gives you wings, we take no longer any criticsm

⤷ user you better sign her up

⤷ user imagine she actually lands a red bull sponsorship just because of this

yourusername lol, that was fun

⤷ user LOL???

⤷ user i can't do this anymore 😭😭

maxverstappen1 👏👏

⤷ user MAX?!

⤷ user game recognizes game fr

user i don't know what's better. the camera catching her downing her third red bull right before the race or her cursing after she won

⤷ user meme of the year fr

YOURUSERNAME

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yourusername happy to announce that i'm flying with @/redbull now! if one red bull doesn't work, try three. i won gold with it 😉

user SHE DID IT!!! Y/N NATION WE WON!!!

⤷ user now only the x games left

user can't wait for the insane promo shots

⤷ user bet she will do tricks from a cliff, right after drinking four red bulls

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redbull Proof that Red Bull gives you wings! Welcome to the family y/n ❤️💙

⤷ yourusername ❤️💙

user ahh the bigs smile makes me so happy, she deserves it

maxverstappen1 Welcome to the winners

⤷ yourusername thank you champ, i'll enjoy my stay!

user MAX LIKED AND COMMENTED

⤷ user MAXY/N NATION WE WON TODAY‼️‼️

⤷ user can we not pls... she has a bf

mathilde_gremaud welcome to the team y/n, so happy to see you here!!

⤷ yourusername thank you 😚

user i love red bull athletes welcoming newcomers

⤷ user a big family fr

⤷ user big and batshit crazy

⤷ user never said they're not lol

YOURUSERNAME

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yourusername the moment this trophy comes in our home i will throw it off the balcony. how dare you not kiss ME when you won your fourth world championship?!

all jokes aside, maxie, i'm so fucking proud of you, my #1 racer, my favorite dutchman and cat dad 🫶 to many more years of red bull domination (max and y/n version) love you sm!!

maxverstappen1 You will not touch my trophy.

maxverstappen1 Don't worry, I'll kiss you until you're sick of me

⤷ yourusername impossible!!!

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maxverstappen1 I love you too, schatje

⤷ yourusername i love you more

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⤷ yourusername @/landonorris get out of my comments if you don't like it norizz

⤷ user WHEN IS IT MY TURN??

⤷ user not lando catching strays 😭

user IT HAS BEEN MAX ALL ALONG???

⤷ user five years of softlaunching... only for us to be hit by the biggest hard launch of the decade

redbull The Red Bull Powercouple™️

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landonorris fucking finally! now max can bother someone else with his yapping

⤷ yourusername max doesn't do yapping, he just loves talking about me🫶

⤷ landonorris well, i got sick of it!! i literally should've ruined your softlaunch and tell the press about you guys

⤷ maxverstappen1 That's not what a friend would do

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⤷ landonorris she did.

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⤷ user the bf was real... i fear i'm not strong enough to fight him for mother y/n...

⤷ user at least she's happy!!! (i'm actually crying my parasocial relationship is officially over)

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artbysconnor · 9 months ago

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RenDog x Louis Vuitton

18/18 of LifeStyle: A Life Series Fashion Zine!!

Last, but most certainly not least, we have the Red King Mr. RenDiggityDog himself. I knew the instant I saw the reference for this pose that it would be what I use for Ren - the model had the perfect amount of charisma and attitude, and I think it fits him just perfectly. And before anyone asks, no, I didn't draw the pattern on his shirt by hand! I pulled it, and most of the repeating patterns for this whole series, directly from the item or brand site I was working with, to save time and my wrist (and my sanity).

(Click through for my Sappy Conclusions under the cut)

And with that (except for a special little bonus illustration vis a vis the unused Bdubs piece), we are finished with the LifeStyle zine. All 18 of the official pieces have been posted, almost exactly a year after I first saw a red shirt in the window display of an Armani store and started to compile a list of designers and brands on my phone notes app. The pieces are laid out here before you on my socials. A print copy of the zine sits on my bedroom shelf.

I really, truly could not have imagined the amount of love and support this community has poured out for these pieces. I am being 100% honest when I say I thought I'd be posting these into the void. Every single effusive tag, ever positive comment, and every single like means so much to me, from the bottom of my heart, especially for a project that was as passion driven as this one was for me.

This is the first time I can say that I've truly finished a long term project of mine, despite having ups and downs and stops and starts in between, and it feels surreal to be stepping away and calling it complete. But I also know that the community loved it just as much as I did, and it's made me even more passionate about wanting to make and do more moving ahead both for the MCYT and Life Series fandoms and far beyond, into my own original stories and crafts.

So here's to many more, for me and for all of you! Thank you so much for all your amazing support!!!!

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eddieisashifter · 2 months ago

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐆? — MY MARAUDERS REALITY

this is a brief tour of my bag in my maruaders era hogwarts dr! this bag has been with me though literally everything and she's only holding on due to mending enchantments I put on her when I first started to notice her descent. some of the stuff in her is...probably less than legal. but hey! snitches get stiches, alright? inspired by this post by @chaaistained and this one by @hrrtshape!!

my trusty messenger bag that i carry literally everywhere with me. you wouldn't catch me dead using just my pockets to carry all my shit. she's basically a staple of my appearance. anyway, let's open her up!

BUT FIRST——THE DECOR!

✦ my pinback buttons! the "kind hearted degenerate" was stolen from Sirius' patch jacket (I think he let me take it), the "cult leader" was a gift from barty because of course it fucking was, and the other two my sister, eden, and I found just outside of diagon alley (we fought over who got to keep them. I won, obviously. so, i display them proudly, she hates it).

✦ i also have my prefect pin stuck onto the strap of my bag because it's so much better to have on there than my robes. no one's gotten mad at me so whatever.

✦ the dice keychain was stolen from eden's room. I thought it was pretty and she hasn't missed it so

✦ the froggy keychain I found in a muggle shop and needed immediately. I may have a secret obsession with froggos, my friends may or may not be very aware of this fact. he also might be cursed, I swear I hear him ribbit when it gets quiet.

✦ the other keychain I found half-buried in a public park. no idea where it came from or how it got there.

ONTO THE POCKETS! my bag has four pockets on the outside, two that close and two that are just slots on the side. they're all full of shit.

LEFT FRONT POCKET

this pocket is entirely full of trash. literal trash. some of it is cute notes from my friends and such, but the other half is actual trash. I say I'm going to use it to junk journal, I don't. It just sits there in the pocket, unused. I refuse to clean it out.

but the notes!

✦ three fortunes from three fortune cookies that I got on three separate occasions at three different restaurants. — the first "you have the ability to see the bright side in things, do not lose that ability" I got on an outing with my family. it was a rough time all around and the whole dinner was tense, but getting that fortune just reaffirmed my belief in aiming for the best, even when it's unrealistic, so I kept it. — the "your love of music will be an important part of your life" I got on one of my first real dates with sirius. I already knew he dreamed of being a musician, so I took it as a sign we were going to work out. and well, it was correct. — finally, the "whatever you want to do, do it. there are only so many tomorrows" fortune found me when I was wrestling with my feelings. I hadn't intended to fall for remus, but I had. I didn't know what to do. but, I took this as a sign to just go for it and be true to my feelings. It worked out. so I kept it as a reminder, like I did with sirius' one.

✦ "I'll let you drag me to hell if it means you'll hold my hand" note that sirius passed me one day in the middle of class. like that wouldn't make me insane in public. stupid dog.

✦ "kind of a pretty boy, isn't he?" note that I found dropped on the ground in divination. when I picked it up, some girl turned beet red. amusing, really.

✦ "we are all haunted houses" note that I wrote on the corner of a notepad and tore out. I found it at the bottom of my bag weeks later. I cant for the life of me remember what I was talking about, though I think I was onto something.

✦ "not everything has to make sense. let it go. choose peace." note that was written at the top of one of my papers for divination class. professor was far too done with my constant questioning of why things worked the way they did.

✦ "just make it exist first, you can make it good later" sticky note that I wrote to stick onto my writing desk to try and help ward off my perfectionism. It remained there for years until I accidently knocked it down and it refused to stick up again. so, i shoved it into my bag with the others.

✦ "the memory is unclear but the feelings remain" written on a blank polaroid photo. barty accidently took a picture as he dropped my camera. evan wrote the words on the picture that came out. I think he thought he was being poetic. I kept it regardless.

✦ "I think you're afraid because we get along so well. I think it scares you." one of the notes sirius taunted me with in our rivals phase of our rivals to lovers arc. torn in two and carefully taped back together.

✦ "dear me, don't fall back into old patterns just because they're familiar. love, me." letter written for an assignment. that 'write a letter to your younger self' writing prompt nonsense? I didn't want to do it, so I wrote the first thing that came to my head. still got an O though.

✦ an unopened letter. the front says "open when fate decrees it". that trelawney girl got a cheshire smile when I picked it up. I've had it for five years.

✦ also a train ticket from my very first year of hogwarts

✦ other trash in this pocket includes: a to-do list that says "1. ace your o.w.ls, 2. take over the world", at least four salazar slytherin trading cards, a receipt from the record shop in hogsmede, a punch card from the three broomsticks with ten punches in it (I probably should use it at some point), a scrawled list of hexes that barty copied from the restricted section of the library, and a note I passed to reggie that says "do me a favor, kill your brother" that he threw back at me with a scrawled "NO." underneath.

RIGHT FRONT POCKET

the snack pouch, basically. if I'm hungry, this is where I'm reaching.

✦ a chocolate frog that's probably melted slightly with how long it's been in there. I think barty gave it to me on the train ride. it's probably still good, right?

✦ raven chocolates that are literally better than any wizarding candy, trust.

✦ jelly slugs because gummies are the superior form of candy

✦ also chai teabags because you never know when you might need it (also because I'm picky about my chai)

SIDE POCKETS

LEFT SIDE POCKET

✦ my round sunglasses that are basically my staple.

✦ the swiss army knife that eden has a matching one of. i enchanted it so that the blade doesn't grow dull. honestly, much better than a wand half the time, but don't tell anyone I said that.

✦ vampire pill box that has enchanted ibuprofen. thank you dorcas my love. one of these does 10x the effect as a regular without the damage to your internal organs or risk of an overdose.

RIGHT SIDE POCKET

✦ a crocheted chanel rose made for me by evan's sister, pandora. it's hella impressive actually.

✦ my trusty vivienne westwood lighter. used to be my mom's, I took it from her purse as a well rebellious thirteen year old. it also has a matching cigarette case that I also stole. i was having my kleptomaniac era. there is also skull bandages tucked inside the case.

INTERIOR POCKET

where i keep all the loose things that would get lost in the bottom of my bag otherwise.

✦ tiny bottles of banned potions that dorcas made for me. I make sure to keep the corks on very tightly.

✦ a jar of human teeth. no, I will not explain where I got them.

✦ jars of bones. not human (yet).

✦ intricate jar, full of enchanted, basically holy, water. for all your banishing needs. never summon anything you don't know how to get rid of.

✦ a jar of salt. for the same reason. also salt.

✦ tin of tiny candles for on-the-go spellwork because you never know when you might need it.

✦ tiny clay charms of tarot cards also made by pandora. she passed them to me in divination. she never did tell me why. they are pretty cute though.

MAIN POCKET

✦ a leatherbound journal full of all my secrets. jinxed, obviously. possibly with some that I would get in trouble for casting. their fault really for trying to snoop. includes detailed plans of world domination, lists of hexes and curses ordered by their usefulness, recounts of possibly prophetic dreams, and lists of very good numbers

✦ poetry journal for my midnight poetic ramblings. not jinxed, not yet. also includes my casebook recounts of strange romantic feelings, complete with red string.

✦ my trusty wand. black walnut and dragon heartstring, 12"

✦ a lace fan for when it gets far too hot to be legal. because I can't be sweating not in style

✦ a very illegal time-turner hidden inside a matchbox. I probably shouldn't have told you that I have that.

✦ a vintage comb that I call my tactical comb.

✦ my leather bat-wing wallet. one of the most important things in this bag

✦ my black makeup pouch that mary poppins would envy.

✦ my heavily annotated copy of "scottish fairy tales" that I've had with me since my first year of hogwarts. I think there's more notes and highlights than actual text. and the notes are more journal entries than actual annotations.

✦ tiny bird scissors I stole from madame pomfrey. they're for sewing. I don't do much sewing. but I can chase sirius around with them, threatening to cut the stitches on his patches. it's very amusing.

✦ an extra lighter, clipped onto the inside of my bag, just in case my trusty one ever breaks. so far, it hasn't.

✦ a special edition of the strange case of dr. jekyll and mr. hyde, my favorite book of all time. this edition was a gift from reggie, who knows my love of it.

✦ a fountain pen for my sudden bursts of inspirational musing. enchanted to never dry of ink and never need to dip it. I stole it from my older brother, alastair. I can't help it, he makes such good enchantments.

✦ a fancy flask. yes, of course there's alcohol in it. what did you take me for, a lightweight?

✦ vivienne westwood gloves for the colder months, an enchanted lining to keep your hands at the perfect temperature, not too hot and not too cold.

✦ the box of my trusty tarot cards. they always seem to call me out. they also have a bit of an attitude. typical.

✦ a coin that's engraved with "one more chapter" on one side and "go to bed" on the other. for very important dilemmas regarding my sleep schedule. do I ever listen to it when it lands on "go to bed"? no, of course not. don't tell me what to do.

WALLET

✦ my galleons. the wallet is linked to my vault at gringotts so I don't run out of money, because that would be embarrassing.

✦ photos of my friends and I. i know, I know, very sentimental of me. — photo of dorcas and eden from one of the slytherin common room parties — a photo of me, barty, and dorcas with a mall santa. he looks like he's being held hostage. — photo of me playing chess with dorcas (off camera) while barty lounges across the bed, pouting because he lost to me minutes ago. — photo of evan, me and reggie at one of our families' stupid summer galas. having friends makes them more bearable. — photo of evan and me from one of the royals' summer outings — photo of me and barty on a late-night hogsmede outing — photo i took of dorcas at one of the slytherin common room parties as we dared her to chug her drink

✦ an id, so people know who I am. as if they didn't already, pfft. it is also fake.

✦ spare condoms. enough said.

MAKEUP POUCH

✦ my signature black lipstick. can't go anywhere without that beauty. enchanted for long-lasting wear. the touch-ups are hardly necessary, but it does make people look at my lips~ also enchanted with love magic so when he kisses me he thinks I'm god. (I think that might make it illegal, but who's gonna snitch anyway?)

✦ tinted chapstick for dry lips.

✦ a spare eyeliner pen, because none of my looks would be complete without eyeliner.

✦ a knife inside a lipstick tube. just incase one knife wasn't enough. also great to scare the shit out of your friends with

✦ extra mascara, also for touchups.

✦ a black nail polish. also for touch ups. though, usually not my own. barty can never seem to keep his nail polish from chipping for longer than a day.

✦ cannabis and rose roller perfume. in case my aura isn't addicting enough. enchanted by dorcas with glamour magic, obviously. she's literally a goddess.

✦ my chanel compact mirror that also answers most of my questions. "mirror mirror in my hand, what's the answer to question #6?"

✦ a vivienne westwood claw clip that I stole from my older sister, morgaine. she's so damn uptight all the time and she's still freaking about about losing this clip. it's all I can do not to laugh aloud.

✦ a shit ton of hair ties and bobby pins just strewn throughout the pouch. I'll lose all of them eventually.

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