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rubyleaf · 9 months

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Went through my blog again for the funsies and discovered an old, old tag game from 2016. And boy, am I shaking my head at it. Not only is 17-year-old me hilariously and stubbornly convinced she's straight, she's also very self-deprecating and generally not in a good place.

So I thought: why not answer these questions again, over seven years later, just to see how things have changed?

So here goes. The update.

MOST RECENT:

Drink: Water! I have a glass next to me right now and I'm staying nice and hydrated :) Phone call: Mom, earlier this afternoon, to make sure I'm still healthy and haven't died from acute Moved Out And Living Unsupervised Disease. Shockingly, I'm alive and well. Text: Dad, joking about the Berlin lioness boar thing. I still refuse to believe it was a boar BTW. I don't know what it was, but those pictures do NOT look like a boar.

Song you listened to: Saosin – "You're Not Alone" Time you cried: You know, I genuinely don't remember. Might've been weeks ago. I barely cry anymore these days, except from laughter or the occasional tearing up over a heartwarming scene in a show.

Dated someone twice: No, and unless the circumstances were very special, I wouldn't. If the ship has sailed, it has sailed for a reason. Been cheated on: Single, thriving, in my lane, cannot be cheated on if I don't have a partner. Peace and love on Planet Earth. Lost someone special: Lost touch with many friends over the years. Staying in touch is still hard. But honestly, some of them turned out to not be that special after all in the first place and a lot have stayed too, so really, it's fine. Been depressed: Nah. Been drunk and thrown up: Still don't like alcohol, still don't drink ✌️ Your three favourite colours: Purple! And pink, and the third one…maybe red!

IN THE LAST YEAR, HAVE YOU:

Made a new friend: So many. So so many. Fallen out of love: Yep! Laughed until you cried: Just this week alone! Met someone who changed you: I think so! Found out who your true friends are: Yes. And to the people who turned out not to be—thanks for making it easier to watch you leave right now. Found out someone’s talking about you: In the "bringing up my existence" way? Yes. Badly? No—someone probably did, but not my problem.

EXTRAS

How many people from your fb list do you know irl: What Facebook? Do you have any pets: Not at the moment. Hard to keep any in a dorm room. I'd like to maybe get a small dog someday though! Do you want to change your name: Not anymore. When I was little I used to hate my name because everyone kept misspelling or mispronouncing it, but now I like it even if people still get it wrong all the time. Sometimes it still feels weird and othering, in an irrational sort of way, but I can't imagine myself being called anything else. What did you do for your last birthday: Had drinks with some people from my orientation group in one guy's dorm apartment. Casually came out as bi over a game of Never Have I Ever. Wound up at a party even though I had an 8:30 AM class the next morning. Zero regrets. What were you doing last night at midnight? Sitting on my bed and hitting play on the brand-new Meet Me @ the Altar song that dropped last night!!! Name something you can’t wait for: MM@TA EU tour in October! I've been obsessed with them for two years and finally they come here to play some shows and the first time I saw the announcement I legit busted a lip in my excitement. Unfortunately not a hyperbole.

Last time you saw your mum: Last time I visited home—early May I think? What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: Better executive functions so I struggle less with getting stuff done, especially uni stuff and household chores. Currently trying to do something about that, actually! If I'm really lucky I might get an ADHD diagnosis in the foreseeable future and maybe meds…? What are you listening to rn: Fall Out Boy – "We Didn't Start the Fire" Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Often. It's quite a common name where I live! What’s getting on your nerves rn: One word: THESIS. Which I for some reason struggle to do anything about. Blood type: Still unknown! Nickname: Several shorter forms of my civilian name. On here, Ruby. Zodiac Sign: Aquarius Pronouns: she/her Favourite tv show: At the moment: ATLA (and Legend of Korra), Ted Lasso, Good Omens. Probably more I'm forgetting. High school: Graduated in 2016! College: In my Masters! I have an undergraduate degree in law now :D Long or short hair: Long, down to my hips. I used to have short hair as a kid, but I’ve always wanted long hair. Height: 159 cm or 5′2.5′’. Do you have a crush on someone: I try to tell myself that no, I'm just very fond of the person. Platonically. What do you like about yourself: I'm creative and adaptable! I'm good at winging it when the situation requires it, and I usually get things figured out one way or another. I'm a hype woman for my friends, and I like the way I can find joy and excitement in all corners of life. Also, not to toot my own horn but I'm really proud of my style right now! Right or left handed: Right-handed. First surgery: None. Piercing: None. First best friend: Probably Rebecca, in first grade. It’s a shame I moved away, I wonder what she’s doing now. First sport you joined: Ballet, when I was five or six. Kept doing it until early fifth grade, then changed to horseback riding. First vacation: Probably to my grandparents’ vacation home somewhere at the North Sea. Don’t remember a thing though, I was one or something.

RIGHT NOW:

Eating: Nothing. Drinking: Water, still! I’m about to: Hopefully write a bit more for the mystery project 👀 Listening to: Meet Me @ the Altar – "Give It Up"

WANT:

Kids: Yes, eventually. I'd like a stable partner first (although if push comes to shove I wouldn't mind raising my kids solo), and most importantly I'd like to be my own person for a couple of years and not be bound by duty to everyone else. Travel, explore the world and myself, get all that out of my system so I can truly go into motherhood with no regrets. Get married: Yes, if I find the right person to do it with. Career: Study law and work for the EU or an NGO.

WHICH IS BETTER:

Lips or eyes: Eyes. I don't pay much attention to lips outside of someone having a cute smile! Hugs or kisses: Kisses are nice, but I still prefer hugs! Taller or shorter: IDGAF. I still love my tall lanky noodle men, but I'm not picky. With women, even less so. Girl is taller than me? Awesome, great for being held. Shorter than me? CUTE. Older or younger: Around my age, rest doesn't matter. I'm at an age where anything between 20-30 is fair game, but any younger or older and it gets creepy. Romantic or spontaneous: A mixture of both. Nice stomach or nice arms: If the person is nice, their body will be nice too. It's an automatic process. I don't make the rules. Sensitive or loud: A combination of both! Troublemaker or hesitant: Secret third thing where they're chaotic but also too shy to really make a move.

HAVE YOU EVER

Kissed a stranger: Does "someone I talked to all evening but didn't know before that and didn't meet again afterwards" count? Drank liquor: Tried a bit, same as everybody. Found it nasty. Didn't try again. Lost glasses/contacts: Don't have any to lose. (Given the way I've been treating my eyes: yet?) Had sex on the first date: I'm asexual and I refuse. Broke someone’s heart: Yes, and let's leave it at that. Turned someone down: I'm a woman existing in public. Having to turn down random men is a recurring part of my experience. Cried when someone died: Not really—I seem to shut down and go blank more than anything else. I used to feel guilty about it, but now I've learned that everyone processes grief and loss differently and it doesn't mean I care less. Fallen for a friend: Yes, repeatedly, it has yet to end well, and it will probably happen again.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

Yourself: Mostly yes. There are some things I need help with before I can unlock my full potential, but one thing I've learned is that I always manage in the end. And once I get proper help, I have no doubt I'll be just fine. Miracles: I don't like to rely on them, but I do believe that unlikely good things can and do happen. Love at first sight: Not for myself, I need to get to know a person before I fall for them. I do believe in attraction at first sight though. Heaven: It's a nice thought, but whether or not it exists doesn't matter to me. Our task in life is the same regardless: try to be kind and treat others well and hopefully leave the world a slightly better place. Santa Claus: No, and never really have. My parents never claimed he was real; my Christmas presents always came from the family that visited on Christmas Eve. Kissing on a first date: Did it once, it was okay. I think it's one of those "take it or leave it" things—if the chemistry is right, sure, go for it, but it's definitely not for everyone in every situation.

#warning: VERY long post behind the cut #but also: healing! improvement! look at her; she's okay now!#(mostly—getting there)#personal #I'm just sayin'

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mysticdrabbles · 7 years

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hiya! if its not a bother, can you please do headcanons on how the rfa(plus saeran and v bc i adore them) helps mc out of a really bad slump. i've been out of it lately and it would really help, thanks!

Oh man, I feel you buddy. I’m sorry this is so late. I reeeeally feel you lolol ^^;;

Zen:

You have never been pampered like this boy will pamper you

Two words: Spa day.

Whether that means going to an actual spa together or sitting at home and letting him pamper you himself is up to you. He’s fine with either option.

Spa day, makeup day, hairstyle day, he can and will do it all for you.

After all, how can you be upset if you’re busy feeling beautiful?

The fact is that you’re always beautiful of course, but he understands if you’re not feeling it. And even if you are, it never hurts to pile more beauty on.

He’ll do your face, your nails, your hair, you’ll look like a mythical deity when he’s done with you.

Or, you know, exactly like you but with colorful eyes and nails.

He’ll let you paint his nails too, if it makes you feel better.

You can braid each other’s hair~

Once you’re all beauty-ed out, he’ll offer to take you on a scenic ride on his motorcycle too (as long as you wear all the proper protective equipment)

(Safety first)

Or he’ll take you on a relaxing walk around the city, maybe even on a picnic.

You’re not sure how but Zen knows all the best spots

Of course, your outing will take you through at least some crowded areas. Nothing boosts your confidence like having people halt to a stop to stare at you with awed eyes and slack jaws.

When you finally get home you’ll definitely get some massages from Zen.

He looked up a how to video online

You two sit together on the couch while he puts on whatever you want to watch

(Preferrably something he can sing along to. Bonus if you’ll sing with him~

And you can plop whatever body part is most in need of de-stressing right into his waiting hands

Take that as PG or R as you’d like

Yoosung:

Oh boy. He gets it.

You’re talking to a depressed university student here, he totally understands what it’s like to be in a slump.

He decides that you need to take your mind off things for a little while.

And the best way to do that? Video game day!

It’s the closest a poor university student can get to taking a vacation hahaha

On our menu today we have a light appetizer of some Mario Party, followed by your choice of Mario Kart or Super Smash Bros depending on what you want him to kick your ass in

Honestly he’ll play whatever game you want. He’ll probably even try and go easy on you.

Key word: try. He may or may not be a little bit competitive. He’ll do it for you though.

Unless you notice and are offended. Then he’ll stop.

He just wants you to have fun.

He’ll even let you be player one in all the games, because you’re player one in his heart E>

Yoosung stop that’s cheesy

Once you’re all gamed out and refreshed he’ll hold you and play with your hair

And he tells you that he knows you can do anything you put your mind to

So don’t worry

This’ll pass

And he’ll be by your side through all the ups and downs to support and encourage you

He’ll make you dinner too, to energize and refresh you with his love. Every night. Whatever you want. Pick your favourite food, he can look up a recipe for it if he doesn’t know how to make it.

He’ll let you help if you want. Cooking together is a great mood fix!

He’ll even find a way to arrange your food in smiley faces and decorate it with hearts to try and cheer you up because he’s a dork like that

Jaehee:

This woman lived in a permanent slump for years when she worked at C&R.

A slump formed of endless exhaustion and over-exertion

And yet even when she’s at her absolute worst she’s still the hardest worker you know

So obviously she’s the best one to go to for this.

Step One: Coffee.

(Most of Jaehee’s plans start with coffee, to be honest.)

She’ll use all the fancy tricks she’s learned from running her coffee shop to make you the perfect cup of coffee.

Some days she’ll change it up and make you a latte instead

Because she’s been practicing latte art

And how can you not feel energized after being presented with such beautiful art?

Especially beautiful art that’s filled with caffeine?

She also has a ton of little tips and tricks on how to make it through the day when all you want to do is scream into a pillow and go to bed

One of them happens to be scream into a pillow when you first wake up. Let all the frustration out so you don’t end up snapping and blowing up right in the face of your rich ass slave driver of a–

…Jaehee are you okay?

Ahem. As she was saying, stress release is very important.

She’s also an advocate for exercise as a form of stress relief.

She invites you to go for a run with her (she won’t even invite Zen to come along unless you request it, which is super flattering. She wants to run with just you~)

Even if you’re not feeling up for it the sight of her in a tank top and shorts with her slowly growing-out hair tied back in a short adorable ponytail and her bangs held out of her face by a golden yellow hairband that brings out the soft, gold glow of her eyes is a sight that would brighten anyone’s day

You tell her as much and her responding blush double-brightens your day

If you’re not up for it, she’ll encourage you do to some kind of exercise around the house.

Preferably while listening to one of Zen’s musicals, but she’ll put on whatever you want. She only suggests it because she knows one that’s particularly inspiring.

If you are feeling up for it she’ll make sure she matches whatever pace you’re up for going, even if that means not going above a brisk walk.

This outing is for you, after all.

She’ll reassure you that wherever you’re at right now, you’ll be back on your feet eventually.

Until then, she’s more than happy to take care of you, whatever that may entail.

Jaehee wins girlfriend of the year.

Every year.

Jumin:

Slump? What’s that?

“Slump” is not in this man’s dictionary.

(Which is kind of a lie, although it’s pretty rare for him. If there is work that he wants to be done he always feels like doing it, since not doing it would bother him more than his other problems do.)

(He does suffer from prioritizing other things over work sometimes when he’s stressed but that doesn’t really stress him out since he just? Doesn’t care about work at the moment?)

You tell him you’re just feeling really low, and that you’re having trouble doing the things you need to get done.

He’s like

Why don’t you just… do the things?

Forgive him he’s trying

He’s honestly not quite sure what to do?

First of all, if he can, he’ll do the things for you or hire someone else to do them. He certainly understands the frustration of things not being done when they need to be done

Outside of that, though… he’s not sure.

Tell him what you want and it’s yours?

He’ll make you strawberry pancakes even if it is dinnertime.

And wine, because, well. Wine. It’s a cure all.

Pancakes and wine, the finest of fine dining

At night he’ll hold you close and whisper reassurances in your ear until you fall asleep.

He’ll basically do anything and everything he can to fix the problem

(He’ll even rub your clothes with catnip while you’re asleep so that you get extra cuddles from Elizabeth the 3rd the next day. Kitty cuddles are another of his cure all.)

He might back down slightly if you tell him that it’s not something that needs to be fixed so much as it is a time you need to work through

Then he’ll switch from speedy problem solving mode to unconditional love and support mode.

(There will still be wine and kitty cuddles though.)

Seven:

JOKES

MEMES

PRANKS

~*~*Defender of Justice 707*~*~ will pull out all the stops to make you smile

“What do you call it when Batman doesn’t go to church? Christian Bale!”

“How many ears does Spock have? Three! A left ear, a right ear, and a final frontier~”

Yeah, that’s right, he’s bringing out the big guns.

Seriously he’s spent his life fighting off constant slumps using humour and damn if he’s not gonna use his leet memer skillz to help you through yours

He also decides he’s going to make you dinner

Oh God please no

Don’t worry, it doesn’t take him long to realize that he does not, in fact, know how to make dinner.

He does, however, make a kickass mac and cheese.

He knows all the tricks to make it perfect.

Adding just the right amount of milk, and putting real melted cheese on top...

Yeah, that’s right, he even has real food in the house. Look at him, it’s like he’s a real adult.

Except that it’s only there because you bought it.

He garnishes each bowl with a couple Honey Buddha chips. (You know, like fancy restaurants use those leafy things? Except it’s a sprinkle of crumbs and one single chip sticking up in the middle.)

Also he built you a small robot watch that generates one (1) meme per hour.

(It looks kind of like the Apple watch except the screen is shaped like a pop-tart/cat it’s nyan cat okay and the band is a rainbow.)

It’s called the iMeme

He also builds you a cat robot that’s sole purpose is to compliment and encourage you

(Well, “built”. He just reprogrammed one of his old projects and taped a picture of his face on the front).

It’s called the iSaeyoung

And he also–

Saeyoung stop building things

For serious though, he’ll support you through it. Whatever you need, he’ll get it for you. If you need a day off, he’ll arrange it so you’re both free to lounge around and watch or do whatever you want. If you need a shoulder to cry on, what a coincidence, he has two. If you need encouragement, he has tons for you.

If you need someone murdered–

Saeyoung no

Saeran:

Oh god you’re upset what is he supposed to do

When he’s upset he usually does unhealthy and self destructive things he has no positive coping methods to suggest (especially none that he can think of when he’s actively stressing out like this) and he’s certainly not going to suggest any of his bad ones to you

(He’s a hypocrite that way)

What do normal people do when someone they care about is upset???

Saeyoung would probably make you laugh

(Although he’s not sure Saeyoung is the best example of a “normal person”)

(It’s all he’s got to go on, he’s not exactly Mr. Popular)

“Uh, hey.”

Okay, so he’s got your attention. Now quick, think of something funny.

“Imagine if clouds could like… fall on people.”

…what the fuck, Saeran.

“I mean like, if blankets of cotton just fell from the sky and squished people.”

Oh my god stop talking, quick, think of a joke

“I-I mean… How do you make seven an even number?”

abort abort why is that the first joke that came to his mind goddamnit Saeyoung oh my god he needs to walk away right now immediately before you respond–

“…I don’t know, why?”

great. no escape now saeran, you have to answer. well, having friends was nice while it lasted.

His response is quiet, muttered out like he had to forcefully drag it out of his increasingly flushed stupid face with a tow truck.

“…you take off the S.”

…

He tried, okay? And it’s not his fault. He has a really good memory and his idiot brother keeps filling it with trash. He hates that his brain has a database of shitty 707 jokes more than you could possibly know.

But then you laugh.

And he turns even more red because he’s still embarrassed and holy shit you are godsend how could his shitty attempts cause such a wonderful sound?

You realize that this is his way of trying to cheer you up and the fact that he cares enough to tell you such an embarrassingly bad joke

Saeyoung is offended

is enough to lift your spirits even if only slightly

This is your chance to explain to him that you’re fine, you’re just… down lately.

Which gives him an opportunity to awkwardly ask what he can do to help, since he obviously doesn’t know. And he’s still working on this whole communication thing.

You tell him to just… be there.

And he nods. He can do that. He’d love to do that.

“And watch my back in case of falling clouds, okay Chicken Little?”

He doesn’t even get the reference but he is so red

It becomes an inside joke, which eventually leads to a day of Saeran sitting out of sight somewhere and throwing cotton balls at people while you point and scream “the sky is falling!”

Saeyoung is super proud

V notices that you’re not feeling your usual self.

He almost immediately arranges a nice sit down conversation about it over tea

(V has the best tea. You don’t know how he can make tea taste so good but he does? Maybe it’s because he has fancy rich people tea?)

He expresses his concern for you.

He tells you he’s here for you, whatever you need.

He tells you he understands. He’s been there.

Which is a little surprising to hear, since you can’t imagine the man before you flopping down on the couch and whining the way you are.

(He casually does not mention that he has in fact done exactly that before. Just ask Jumin.)

But he’s had artists block before

Another surprising one, considering how great literally every picture you’ve ever seen of his turns out

Seriously even his selfies are goddamn art.

You ask him how he gets past things like that

He smiles and tells you to that you just have to step away from the situation for a while and approach it from a different angle

And sometimes it’s easier to do with a cup of tea in one hand and the hand of someone you love in the other

V how do you take pictures if your hands are full, huh?

…It’s a metaphor.

When you’re done your talk, you’re surprised by a sudden flash of light.

You briefly wonder where the camera came from, but it’s V. Somehow, he always has a camera within reach.

At your confused look he’ll give you a smile (you know, the one that looks like angels painted it on his face themselves)

And explain that it’s a “before” picture. He’ll take a matching one “after” you find your way back out of the slump into the sunlight. To show you how far you’ve come.

Hopefully his cheesiness and ever present faith in you will lift you up.

If not, then he’ll just be there for you to fall down on.

(You’re working on him not feeling responsible (and guilty) for all of your problems. He’s trying his best.)

Vanderwood:

Vanderwood would notice immediately that something is up with you

They are a secret intelligence agent after all

And 707′s babysitter

So they’re used to recognizing the changes in someone’s behaviour

(Not that they’re overly focused on you or anything

You’re just.

You know.

You’re there.

So.

Of course they noticed.)

…now what

They’re good at the noticing part. They’re not so good at the doing emotions thing.

They’ll just spend more time around you.

They show up at your door muttering some story about how they were bored or needed somewhere to stay or whatever

They bring you their favourite books (which is saying a lot like they only own like two books and they’re giving them to you???)

They kind of… awkwardly drop (read: neatly stack) the books on the nearest table with some excuse about how they’re a pain to move around from place to place so you should just have them

and then they just

Stand there.

Which leads to them cleaning the nearest cleanable thing

(One upside, no matter how down you’re feeling your house will always be clean. Cleaning is Vanderwood’s thing.)

While they’re cleaning they would talk without looking at you because that makes it less awkward

“This’ll pass, you know.”

Their voice is just the slightest hint softer than usual.

“You just have to keep on going and it’ll pass. Everything does. Just ride it out and things will get better.”

“And, uh. Remember that you’ve got people who can help you. Like the RFA. And you have m–…”

They’re red now. Their voice raises as they continue, as though the volume can hide their embarrassment.

“And clean your goddamn house once in a while! Geez, anyone would be upset in this mess. I guess I’ll keep doing it, if you won’t.”

They don’t mind, really. If you look guilty or anything they’ll quickly tell you that. They like cleaning. And it gives them an excuse to come check on/hang out with you.

They will not tell you that last part.

Also, while they suck at talking about feelings they’ve actually gotten pretty good at listening to them so if you ever need someone to talk to, Vanderwood is your person.

They even give good advice, Sometimes.

They have lots of life experience. Although their life experience is, uh. Not always transferable to the average everyday person.

It’s occasionally slightly illegal advice. But still pretty good.

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bonelesswords · 5 years

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a study of souls | alex høgh andersen au

Chapter two: A good guy.

synopsis - chapter one

Warnings: Languae, sexual content, mentions and using of drugs, mentions of a toxic relationships, grammar mistakes (english is not my first language)

Note: It was quite a ride for me to finish the second chapter, I had to write it again once I finished and translate took more time that I thought, but here it is, if you like it, please let me know what you think. (Btw I had a few problems while editing so if you find a mistake you know why)

I start to get into the conversation, despite the internal jokes, the names I don't know and the anecdotes that I'm not part of. Julia talks about her job in the city, in a nail salon, she asks me if I like nails. Eventually, she asks me what do I do and I tell her that I work at a bakery we own with my grandma and that I study in a public university.

"Do you study at the university, June?" Alex asks, turning to me. I just nod. "What are you studying?"

"Ah... Philosophy and Letters" I answer, dragging my words. I look him in the eyes, in a silly attempt to demostrate that I'm not intimidated by his bruised face, nor his slightly black eye or the scratches of his face. But I fail in the moment that he cross his hands on the table and I look towards them. It has purple knuckles, a little red too. I manage so my eyes could make their way to his again.

"So you like to read" He say. I won't question him, at least not now. If you studied a minimally theoretical career in college, you were going to have to read anyway, whether you like it or not. I just nodded and he does it again, confirming my answer. "It would be too silly if I ask what's you favourite book, then. Right?"

"It depends" I answer, making him raise his eyebrows. I know from the expression on his face that my response causes him some fun.

"May I know on what?" He asks with that peculiar accent he spits every time he speaks, but I don't dare to ask where he is from, at least not for now.

"Well, maybe because we are in a bar, in your friend's birthday, and I know that the last thing you want to know is my favourite book, or because it's a questions that has been asked me millions of times. Or simply because I have lots" I explain to him and he listens to me with attention, then, suddlenly, he lets out a loud laugh that echoes throughout my head, making me smile.

He approaches to the edge of the chair and, therefore, me. It makes me wonder how someone can hold their gaze for so long with someone they barely know, without wanting to start laughing, or feeling intimidated, but at that moment the only one who felt intimidated was me, every time he opened his mouth to talk.

"You are leaving me the doubt, June. No one does that." He mutters as a fake warking and moves away.

"I guess I'm the first, then" I announce, taking the bottle of beer to my mouth. A smile that looks arrogant dances on his lips, shaking his head.

"That makes you the most intelligent person sitting on this table." he says and this time, I laugh, rolling my eyes.

"You can do much better than that." I whisper squinting.

"You are right," He whispers too "I can do much better than that." Winks at me again, and turns around, and like nothing, stars a conversation with Jack, he has the last words.

I am ashamed to feel a little disappointed when he turns around.

"Travis and I own a tattoo studio" Jack tells me when I ask him. I look at travis, who nods smiling.

"You can notice" He says, showing me his hands full of tattoos.

"Have you done them to each other?"

"Yes, some of them" Jack answers me. "What about you, June, do you have any tattoos?"

"Yeah, an ugly one" Rory interrupts with a laugh and I hit his shoulder, faking being annoyed by him. He is the only person who I've told the story about my tattoo, even if it's not a very exciting one, I haven't told my grandma I've done it drunk. She likes it anyway.

"I've got it done when I went to New York last summer" I tell them "I went to a party with a guy that I met, the owner of the house had a tattoo machine, who convinced a very drunk version of myself of getting it." The tatto has more quality that I expected to be done in a party, full of people and the unbearable noise of music. Ryan, the grandson of the owner of the house that I was staying those days, invited me to party of his friend, and I had returned with an unprofessional tattoo.

"Show us." Evangeline encourages me and everyone nods. I hesitate when I have to pull up my blouse where my tattoo is. In the side of my right rib, right under my bra, it's found the statue of liberty.

"In the United States, liberty is a statue." I quote, making them laugh, I drop the blouse. "They wanted me to have a memory, I guess."

"That's so sweet." Julia lets out, cupping her cheeks in her hands.

"It could have been worse, due the fact that you were drunk" Says Travis.

"It could have been a dick" Helena says and everyone bustle in laughs.

"It could have been, yeah" I confirm "I didn't choose it, he did it, the guy who took me to the party"

"You totally look like someone whose first tattoo is on their rib" Alex says, and manages to give me the same smile I've been thinking about all night.

"That's a very elaborate description, isn't it?" I question, he nods with his eyes closed. "And why is that?"

"I don't know, maybe I'll tell you later" He just says, this time, leaving me with the doubt.

Maybe I tell you later, that was just an excuse to talk me later.

If I am honest, I didn't have much experience with men. Every time Alex opens his mouth, his only goal is to make me blush, and I am not used to that. William never treated me like that, and when he wanted to show interest in me, he used the academic field as an excuse. To remember that, makes me feel sick, the memory of William faking interest in my writing makes me want to vomit.

On the other hand, Ryan, he flirted like a high school boy, that's why was so difficult to get laid with him. Even if in the end I ended up doing it, I had to ask him to shut up in the middle of the act, lying that I couldn't focus, when the truth was that I couldn't stand when he talked about my eyes, and how beautiful they are. It seemed forced and it was annoying. Although Alex's tone in speaking was closer to William that any other, it was different. Almost arrogant, a little hesitant maybe, but what I liked the most was that everything that came of his mouth seemed to be practiced before, as if my reaction was already calculated, and at the same time it seemed so natural, as if I was already part of him to answer that way to the girls. For some horrible reason I liked it more that I should.

"Rory told me that you own the bar with your brother" I bring up the subject. He turns a little in the chair to listen to me better and nods. The sound of the music and the people talking makes it a little bit difficult to hear each other, even if i'm right beside him, but he tries to answer through the noise.

"Oh, yeah, Luke. It was our grandpa's. He had it from a long time and when he died, six years ago, he gave it to us. Well, to Luke, the most part of it" He explains to me. "He takes care of the taxes and I take care of the other stuff."

"What other stuff?"

"Oh, you know..." He hesitates "Other stuff" I laugh, making him do the same while he gets closer, moving to the edge of the seat."I mean look at me, I should be seeing if everything is alright tonight, that no one is getting in trouble. But I'm here, sitting at the table giving free drinks to my friends. I'm a terrible owner."

"At least you are a good friend."

"At least I am, right?"

"Yeah, but you seem to be a terrible fighter." I say, pointing at my face in circles, referring to his. I feel curiosity to know who left his face like that, and if he did the same thing with the other person, but I don't want to ask and look like a nosy person.

"I'm a lover, not a fighter" He declares, with a hand in his chest, where his heart is.

"Mmm..." I hasitate "It's hard to believe you."

"Yeah, you're right. With a face like this I understand it's hard" He remains silent for a few seconds, as if he was thinking what to say next. He moves his eyes through the room, until they meet mine again and says: "I'm both, then."

When the bar begins to empty and the only ones left are us. Evangeline decides that it's time to go home and everyone agrees with her. Jack offers to take her home with Julia and my brother offer the same thing to Helena. Travis doesn't need it, he goes home on his motorcycle. Alex tells me that he lives right above the bar, so he just has to go upstairs to go to bed.

"No one is going out tonight? Jack asks "It's only two"

"No, Jackie, the only reason I'm awake is your birthday, I woke up at seven in the morning" Helena answers "If it wasn't for you, I would be already asleep."

"I apologize, Helena, I didn't mean to turn twenty four on a friday"

"I forgive you" She says, then approaches to hug him.

While everyone goes outside to say goodbye, after four beers I had to go the bathroom. When I go out of the cubicle I look myself in the mirror, watching my red cheeks, maybe due the alcohol, or the heat of the place, or for all the things that I've been said tonight.

How absurd, I think.

I wash my hands and I go out of the bathroom. All lights are off, except the ones from the drink bar that light up the place slightly. I hear noises and a blow, followed by a loud complaint. I startle suddenly, but then I see Alex getting up behind the bar, a frown on his face and a little baffled. I hide a smile before I start to approach to him.

"I hit myself with the cash register" he explains, as if I hadn't already heard him.

"Ah, yeah, I think I heard" I say, and he laughs. "Were you hiding?"He raises his eyebrows, I notice how the darkness of the place shadows his entire face, making it look as if he has rings under his eyes. His eyes seem bigger, even more blue, but darker at the same time. It baffles me when he laughs at my little joke, although it is a very typical of my thinking a lot.

"I'm not the type of guy who hides"

"Uhh..." I joke "Sounds bold."

"That's what i'm trying" He says with a smile without teeth. My heart suddenly feels smaller in front of him, as if it had been pinched.

"We are leaving." I announce. He nods and remains quiet, looking everywhere, as if he was looking for something.

"Yeah, right." He murmurs and looks at me again. His gaze fixes in mine during a few seconds and I see how barely his eyes move . I don't know if it's because he's examining my expression, maybe just my face.

The dim lights give a dark appearance to his beaten face, perhaps to the whole situation. "You are a curious one, aren't you?"

"Huh? And how did you come up with that conclusion?" I ask, resting my arms on the bar, looking closer, and that mocking smile appears on his face again.

"I can tell." He just answers.

"You can?"

"Yeah, you know what they say, the eyes are the window of the soul. And you have very big ones." I roll my eyes, but however, If he was trying me to like him even a little bit, he had succeeded in that very moment. Maybe it was all the things he said or maybe the way the light hits his face and made it looks a bit sinister, maybe just the four bottles of beer I had taken that night. I didn't think it, and I tried so hard not to make him notice.

"That's the only thing you can see in my eyes? That I'm curious?"

"Yes, a little bit too much" He answers, and suddenly shuts up.

"A little bit too much for what?"

"A little bit too much for wanting to know what happened to me, to my face, for example. I know you've been wondering all night." He says dragging his words. He takes me by surprise, in that moment I realize that I don't know him not even a bit, and that I am not capable to decipher the expression on his face or the intention of his words. I feel embarassed because maybe he thought that I've been looking his face all night because I can't help but asking myself who beated him like that.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... you know, be rude" I say stumbling over my words, blushing like hell. But in the middle of my apology I hear a thunderous laugh that sends a shiver directly down my back, making me startle.

"Oh my god, June" He stops laughing, tilting his head to the side. "Don't be sorry. I got into a fight, it's nothing serious, I was playing with you"

"I really thought you were mad"

"No, I'm not trying to scare you, I'm trying to impress you, is it working?"

"No, it's not" I lie. He bites his lower lip in the middle of a smile.

"Romantic." I just say.

"I'm sure it wasn't" Alex shakes his head repeatedly.

"I would feel kinda flattered if my boyfriend got into a fight for me." I say raising my eyebrows, just for my convenience, wanting to be sure that the girl he named was his girlfriend or not.

"If I was your boyfriend I would happily get into a fight for you." He mutters hesitantly, leaning over the table that separates us.

"I've got the feeling that you would happily get into any fight" He shakes his head laughing and runs his thumb over his lower lip, I stare at him for a few seconds, less than I would like and more than I should.

And just like that, he spits those words "So you have a boyfriend or not?"

"I don't" I manage to answer and I know that the night begins to end when he yawns and stretches his arms.

"Nice, I guess I see you around, then." I nod and I start walking backwards, still looking at him.

"Nice to meet you, Alex."

"Nice to meet you, June." He answers giving me a broad smile. I turn around and when I'm two metres from the door, he talks again. "She isn't my girlfriend, you know? The girl that I told you."

"I didn't ask." I say without looking at him, until I remember the question I've been asking myself since I heard him talk. Then, I turn around. "Where are you from, Alex?"

"Denmark, June" He answers "Thought you'd never ask" I smile at him for the last time, I nod and I turn around again, walkig out the door.

I say goodbye to everyone, to open the door of my brother's car and climb the back seat, Helena is on the passenger seat.

Rory and her start talking about random things, Helena makes Rory laugh a lot and vice versa, even if she tells jokes that would never make Rory laugh, he does it anyway, which makes me laugh as well.

It's not until they start talking about the night that I dare to talk as well, just because it seems the most prudent moment.

"Is Alex used to.. getting into fights?" I spit it out.

"Yes, he is" Helena doesn't hesitate when she responds, which makes Rory look at her with a bad face, she doesn't realize it, only I do.

"We say he's a little bit impulsive" Rory intervenes. "He's a good guy, though . He is just with the wrong people, people that at the end of the day makes him do those kind of things" He explains and I know that it is not a subject that makes him very happy.

"Alex has three group of friends" Helena turns around in her seat to look at me, she looks ready to explain everything to me, raising three fingers in the air."Us, the cool guys, the guys who he met at the bar, three other people, they're friend of high school. And some people he met at places he shouldn't had been, they never take care of him"

"He is not a child, Hel, he knows what he does" Rory interrupts her, but Helena rolls her eyes.

"Yes, of course he's not a child, Rory. But if you are wasted as hell and you want to drive your car in that state, I would take your keys away from you so you don't do a dumb thing, because that's what people who cares about you do, take care of you when you can't"

Suddenly, Rory remains silent.

"What do you mean, Helena?" I ask curious and she turns at me again.

"He does drugs sometimes, nothing serious though, it's not like he's a drug addict. He does it at parties if someone offers him, but he never buys anything on his own. But he goes to places where everyone offers him, all the time. For example, eveyone knows that when he takes strong pills he gets paranoid and stars seeing strange stuff, so we don't let him take them, but those people don't give a fuck, and neither does he."

"Oh, I get it..." I murmur "And who's this people?"

"Some guys and a girl, Megan" Rory answers this time "That's why he has his face like that, he got into a fight because of her, he didn't say exactly why, he only said it was for her. We don't like her, no one does, not even Luke."

"But you shouldn't blame a girl for his behaviour" I reproach him, but he didn't like what came out of my mouth, he looks at me fulminant from the rearview mirror.

"I know, June, I know more than anyone else. But it's not the same thing. This girl, Megan, it's different. She pushes him to do things, convinces him, tangles him, I can't stand it. Alex is a very coherent person, but with her he becomes stupid, and not in a romantic way. It never is in a romantic way, quite the opposite, it's toxic."

Rory ends and I keep thinking about everything he said, wanting to ask more questions but keeping quiet.

"But he's a good guy, you know?" Helena says to me "With us he always has been the same boy. Besides, you liked him , isn't it?"

"Yes" I respond, letting out a long sigh. "I did."

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intheyear39 · 5 years

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Rainy Days and Wednesdays (Gwilym Lee x Reader)

Genre: Romance / Fluff

Rating: PG-13 for swearing

Length: 2637 words

Summary: Gwilym takes you for a drive.

Author’s Note: This was harder to write than Fleece Blanket for some reason despite having a clear prompt in mind—I’ll get to that in a sec—but thanks to the moral and creative support of my Discord, I was able to get over my first writer’s block since I started writing again (like, three weeks ago).

Shameless promotion but the prompt is from a Japanese song by a group called V6, 「意味のないドライブ」imi no nai doraibu lit. translation, “Meaningless Drive”. If you want to listen to it and/or read the unofficial translation, you can find it here. ANYWAY! I hope you enjoy it and I’d love to know your thoughts! <3

Special thanks to Ella @39-volunteers-to-space for making a moodboard for this huhu you didn’t have to and it’s already a great pleasure to proofread Kairos (GO READ IT IF YOU HAVEN’T BTW) ILY <3

Taglist: @39-volunteers-to-space @moonvinyls @grooveei @theoddowldoodle @bburellina @im-happy-at-home @dorkydeaky @seven-seas-0f-bri and one of my bestest friends Sera who knows both the song and Gwilym (and WHO HASN’T USED HER TUMBLR YET BUT TAGGING HER ANYWAY) @a--kind--of--magic

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“I’ll pick you up at six, yeah?”

You read Gwilym’s message to you over and over. He didn’t always pick you up from work, but when he did, you were always excited to see him. That’s no surprise of course—the two of you had been dating for a while now—but for some reason, it just always felt new.

At this point, you were just waiting for time to pass. He had texted over an hour ago, but all you had done was look at that message and not work. Not that your boss minded; he wasn’t here today anyway.

Yet you were still having a terrible day, and you couldn’t tell anyone about it because, you sighed, you didn’t know why.

And that’s the worst because how would you cure that?

How would you make that go away?

It’s just one of those days, a gloomy Wednesday, and so you were more than delighted that Gwilym would pick you up tonight.

Your phone buzzed one more time. Another message.

“You okay?”

It’s as if Gwilym was reading your mind at that exact moment.

You took a long second to reply, mainly because you didn’t know what to type, so your mobile buzzed again, this time continuously. He was phoning you.

“Uh, hello?” you quietly answered so that no one else in the office would hear.

“You okay, love?” his voice sounded worried, but also rather sexy. It distracted you for a second.

“Y-yeah, I’m good.”

You didn’t know why you lied, because he could always tell when you did.

“Well, you don’t sound like it to me,” he said matter-of-factly. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I-I...” you started, but words just wouldn’t come out. It was hard to explain without sounding foolish.

You heard him sigh at the end of the other line. “You don’t need to worry about anything,” he said finally. “Also, I’m pulling in at the car park now.”

You let out a tiny squeal, which made him laugh—and you always wanted to make him laugh—and hastily grabbed your things, pulled out your thumb drive from your office computer without safely removing it (you knew you’d regret doing that later but who gives a shit, Gwil’s here), and dashed through the halls yelling, “See you all later!” to no one in particular as you exited your office building, dashing like mad.

At the car park, you suddenly realised that it was raining. Being confined in those tight, monochromatic spaces didn’t let you see much of the outside for most of the day. Despite that, you forgot how that made you usually feel because, standing outside the car, leaning against it, waiting for you, in his dark brown jumper with his glasses on, was Gwilym. He looked delighted to see you. You didn’t hesitate to run towards him and embrace him. He just felt so warm and nice and stable.

“Hey, bad day at work?” He asked in his signature dulcet tone, touching your hair gently, playing with it almost.

“Bad day in general,” you muttered as you instinctively bury your head in his chest. He held you closer for a few seconds in silence. You were beginning to feel better about things.

“Come on, I’ll take you home,” he whispered unto your forehead, his lips touching it ever so subtly.

You groaned, slightly muffled by your head being on his chest.

“But I like it here.”

He chuckled. “I know you fancy this, but we have to leave at some point. Parking rates are expensive. Come on now.”

You decided to pull away finally. “You’re wrong, you know,” you said, and you saw his eyebrows raise in faint surprise. You placed your index finger on his chest. “I love it there.”

He gave you a kiss on the lips because, at least based on his reactions in previous situations, it was a quick way to shut you up and at the same time, he would usually find you too cute not to do it (his words).

You two finally entered the car. He started the car and drove out of the car park; the rain seemed to only become stronger, and while you thought it was peak cuddling ambiance, it also made you feel a little somber. Even though you loved the rain, sometimes the darkness reminded you of your own, and you didn’t like that. Nobody liked knowing their own darkness. You continued to muse for about five minutes more, but then, you heard him mutter ‘Damn’ to himself, taking you out of your wretched thoughts.

“What is it?” You calmly asked.

“I think I forgot my car charger at home,” he said, also trying to be calm. “Do you have a phone charger with you by any chance?”

You also left your power bank at your office in your haste, as you discovered while rummaging through your handbag. “Erm, I’m sorry babe, I left it at work.”

He clicked his tongue, “That’s all right.” He seemed in deep thought.

“Was there anything important in your phone?”

“Well, your new address, for instance.”

Right. You recently moved into a new flat two days ago, and this was actually the first time Gwil would take you there from your office. The both of you hadn’t completely memorised the route yet.

“That’s okay,” you brought out your own phone. “We can use my—“

He looked at you expectantly. “Well?”

“Shit.”

“You’re joking, right?”

As if on cue, your phone drained its power as you checked it. You were hoping to rely on your power bank too, but that option was obviously moot now. You were hitting yourself on the head mentally; after all, you didn’t even hang up after that call with Gwil.

“No, sadly,” you answer rather hesitantly with the softest voice you could. “Sorry.”

He sighed and let out a small chuckle. “Don’t apologise. These things happen. Tell you what, it’s not that I don’t remember where your residence is—I do, mostly—but why don’t we just take this time to drive around the city for a while? No phones mean,” he waited a beat, “no distractions.”

He had the naughtiest smile on his face which you rarely saw, but when you did, you felt like you were falling in love with the man all over again. This time was no different.

“So, is that a yes, or...?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? I get to spend more time with my fucking boyfriend? Fuck yeah I want to!”

He laughed, a little more loudly this time. “Let’s take a drive then. I reckon you need it.”

He reached out with his right hand and held your left hand. His touch was tender but firm, warm enough to send shivers down your spine. You then snuggled up to him, placing your head on his shoulder, your eyes closing. Now, with the rain, gloomy or not, this was definitely peak cuddling ambiance.

“You’re really loving this,” he said rather cheekily.

“Shut up and drive,” was your retort and he laughed again.

“Yes ma’am,” he responded in a cheerful tone.

You enjoyed the blissful silence that came after. Gwil seemed to enjoy it too, and sometimes, silence between you two was a comforting thing; no words needed. After a few more moments, you opened your eyes again. You went out of the city, it seemed like—cars and tall buildings were replaced by grasslands and cattle. It was getting darker, the city lights getting fewer. Where was he going to take you?

“Are you awake?” He took a quick glance down to you.

“Hmm, yeah. Where are we?”

“We’re not far off from where your flat is,” he said, as if trying to assure you. He probably heard the sudden panic in your voice. “About fifteen minutes? We’ll be back just in time.”

“No...” was your immediate response. You didn’t want this to end, because it meant that you would have to go home—it meant you had the rest of the week to face, two more fucking days, and you abhorred that feeling of absolute dread more than anything else right now.

“Oh, but you have work tomorrow, we both do.”

You groaned a little more loudly than intended, “I know, but…I don’t want to hear the truth right now. I only want to hear the good things.”

You didn’t want to get angry, not right now, especially not at him. He’s the only one you have.

“Right, I apologise.”

This time, an odd silence ensued. You both could feel it, but you thought it was better to let it go. You did say you only wanted to hear good things today.

“Erm,” he broke the silence, a bit hesitant, “you know what, you never told me what your favourite colour was.”

“What?” you were surprised to hear that question at this moment. Although, it was true—you had never told him what your favourite colour was, because, you never thought he would be interested in things like that. Gwilym was more of a conceptual thinker, an introspective kind of guy, so anything of this sort was too trivial to him. Honestly, it was cute that he’s bringing it up now. He’s trying.

“Uh, blue, I think,” you lifted your head to meet his gaze. Like his eyes. “Like your eyes.”

He blushed, but attempted to cover it up by saying, “You’re only saying that because you’re grateful that I’m spending my petrol on you.”

You giggled, “That is the least sexy thing you’ve ever said tonight.”

“Hey, you laughed! That’s my girl!”

And that’s when you realised: He was trying to take your mind off of things, distract you. He knew you were having a bad day, and he knew you didn’t want to talk about it. If you were honest, you wouldn’t know what to talk about with yourself either. He’s trying. You thought it’s the cutest thing.

And most importantly, this reminded you that he’s there to take care of you when you needed him most. Always.

“I know what you’re trying to do,” you gave him a smirk.

He chuckled, “Well, it worked, didn’t it? Besides, I do enjoy spending time with you. It doesn’t matter what we are doing. I don’t care if it’s stupid or pointless, as long as we’re both having fun, yeah?”

“Truer words have never been spoken,” you nodded and laid your head back on his shoulder.

“Oh, you know I’m right.” You laughed. He then squeezed your hand before kissing it, smiling as he did so.

You closed your eyes again. You hadn’t noticed all this time, but there had been music playing on the radio; it was turned down, but not all the way. You’d really love some music right now.

“Gwil, could you turn the volume up on the radio?”

“Of course.”

The radio DJ began, “Next up, a song from the hit movie Music and Lyrics, ‘Pop! Goes My Heart’ by Hugh Grant.”

“What in the fuck,” Gwilym was appalled, clearly, and you never usually heard him swear that aggressively.

It made you smile.

And of course, he noticed. “What’s that smile for?”

“Nothing—it’s a cute song. It’s fun!” Then, it reminded you of something that had been on your mind for a while now. “You know, you should do romcoms more.”

“What?” he was more confused than angry. “I’m bad at those.”

“No, you’re not.” you bit your lip—you wanted to say he was great at romance based on your experience, but you knew he would say that it’s different, that because it’s you. The song was fun anyway, so you decided to focus on that.

“I can imagine you dressed up as a pop star in the 80’s, wearing a white studded polo, a black scarf that can engulf you whole, studded bracelets, that checkered belt around white trousers! I mean, you pulled off Brian May’s hair; I’m pretty sure you can pull off a mullet.” You put your tongue out just to annoy him.

He scoffed, but he was smirking. “No more costumes and wigs for me for the moment, thanks.”

“But you would be so cute though!” your voice went a pitch higher as you lifted your head up to face him. “You playing the piano, singing, dancing—!"

“You like my little hip shakes, huh,” he demonstrated (but still focused on his driving). “I said I wasn’t gonna lose my head, but then, pop! goes my heart~”

“Careful with that—you’re driving! You’re mental!”

Though, you had to admit, he looked good doing it. He sounded good, too. He’s perfect.

He laughed, “Perhaps you’re right. If they decide to do a remake of Music and Lyrics in another 10 years, maybe I’ll say yes. I’ll probably be Hugh Grant’s age when he did it.”

“I’d watch a remake now, to be honest,” you linked your arm with his one more time and held it really closely. You looked ahead to watch the road; you noticed he was driving back into the city again. Your heart sank—the reality started to set in again, that you had to go back to your regular life, to the routine. You wished this could last forever. If only.

“You’re living that romcom now though, don’t you agree?” he whispered, breaking your train of thought. Without warning too, so it gave you goosebumps. The good kind.

“Not if it has to end soon,” you sighed. You were completely aware that this fun little ride had to end at some point. You knew you would face the reality of life again, that you’re not always going to be happy. But then, you also realised: You had Gwil. And that’s enough.

He made a melancholic face too. “You know what love, I’ll promise you something if you promise me that you’ll stop gloating about it. Deal?”

You hummed an answer. You were sceptical, but oddly excited about it.

“Okay, I’ll pick you up from work every day from now—"

You screamed in glee. He covered his left ear almost immediately.

“I wasn’t done yet, love!” he had to exclaim over your excitement.

“Sorry.”

“I’ll pick you up from work every day from now on, unless I have work or I’m out of town or for some reason I can’t make it to you in time. Okay? That’s a promise.”

Just in time, he parked the car outside your building. The heavy rain seemed to have turned into just a drizzle—enough not to need an umbrella—and it’s like a metaphor for your mood tonight. Before seeing Gwil, it had been sour, somber, melancholic, but now, it had become more optimistic, kind, merry. His promise was just cherry on top.

Sure, it wasn’t anything significant, but it made you excited, for the first time in a long while. That was rare.

Grateful, your eyes were twinkling. “You fucking promise?”

“I fucking promise,” his were too.

You reached out for an embrace, and he held you so tightly that you almost couldn’t breathe. It was still a good feeling. As he let go, he held your face delicately with his warm hands, his elongated fingers almost covering the sides of your face. He kissed you tenderly, and your noses touched afterwards, feeling the breath of each other in this cold, damp winter night.

“I love you,” he said, almost shyly.

“I love you too,” you said back, “and thank you for spending your petrol on me in this pointless fucking trip.”

He cracked up, “Good callback.”

“I do my best,” you bragged, shrugging.

“So, I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah of course!” you answered as you opened the car door and got out. “And Gwil?”

“Yeah?”

“Tomorrow I’ll drive. I know where we can take a detour.”

END.

A/N: A sequel may be possible? IDK. Let me know if you want one.

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fanatical-san · 6 years

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Hey, I love your blog! May I ask for a damijon story where they go on date?

Okay, so this is kind of a part two to this, as you may know. The date is also kind of…eh, so I’m sincerely hoping you don’t hate me for this. (Also, I may, um, have gone over 1K words. Sorry.)

Quick reminder: Damian is bold, and Jon is bold italics.

Damian is currently sitting on his bed, in his best suit,and trying to stay calm. He has been searching, for almost a week, for a Julietrose, but it’s all been in vain. And Jon specifically said that his favouriteflower was a Juliet rose. How is he meant to get Jon to like him if he can’tlive up to his standards?

Of course, it isn’ta date. Not that Damian would mind adate; Jon would just never accept. He had mocked him about it being a date, soDamian can’t really hope.

Yet if he can get Jon to like him, then a date could be possible. Just as he’s thinkingthis, a text pops up on Damian’s phone.

Text from J.K.:

Where r u

Damian reads the text twice. What?

I’m at home, ofcourse.

Why?

Where are you?

Waiting? 4 u to pick me up???

Did u forget?

Oh. Yes, Damian hasforgotten he’d said half seven and not half eight, even though he should’ve known because he planned it, but hecan’t tell him that because it’d be awful, and Jon would hate him, and thiswhole ordeal is just too much for him.

I can’t come

didn’t I tell u

I have

studying

2 do

Really?

R u sure?

Ttyl

Damian has to fix this. It’s simple; he’ll find the flower,get Tim to confirm to Jon that he was busy, and then try again. He pulls hislaptop out of the drawer and opens it, determined to track down the Julietrose, when his phone buzzes again.

R u alright?

Damian doesn’t know what to say to that, so he doesn’t. Jonwill understand. He’s meant to be studying, after all.

Two hours later, he gets another text.

On the roof.

It’s a perfect imitation of the message he sent exactly a weekago, and Damian can’t help but to continue the joke.

My roof?!

Haha

Very funny

Plz hurry up tho cos it’s cold

Damian grabs a spare blanket and opens the window, lookingup. He offers the blanket to Jon, who’s perched above him. Jon offers a hand in return, which Damianreluctantly accepts. Once they’re sitting beside each other, Jon frowns.(Although in that blanket, he still looks cu- no, he looks normal. He looks normal).

“You lied to me!” The statement is simple and straightforward,but Jon seems to be so hurt. Damian’snow sure that Jon’s never going to think of him in the same way Damian thinksof Jon, but he tries to cover up nonetheless.

“As I told you, I was studying. Why would you assume I liedto you?” Jon makes an exasperated noise.

“You’re wearing a suit,you dummy!” Just as Damian opens his mouth, Jon cuts him off. “I may be slightly younger than you, but I’m not dumb, Damian. You cancelled on me, anddon’t try to pretend, please.

“And don’t think that I’m okay with that, cos, well, itstings a little, but anyway: are you alright?”

Damian tilts his head slightly in confusion.

“Am I…? I’m fine. Did you come all the way here to ask aboutthat? Really? Why wouldn’t I be fine?”Jon rolls his eyes and starts counting points off on his fingers.

“You cancelled on me, then you started texting all weird –well, normal, but that’s weird foryou – and then you didn’t reply to me asking if you were alright, so something must be wrong. I think.” Damian is…well,he’s not speechless, because thatwould be absurd, but still. He just stares.

Jon shifts about a little in his blanket, looking back. Thepair are silent for a moment, before Jon coughs.

“Um, so,” he begins, still watching Damian, “are we still goingto do that date, or…?” Damian tuts.

“I’ve told you, it’s nota date. Stop making fun of me!” Jon’s eyebrows do that confused wigglything that Damian thinks looks adorable (or you know, just normal, because Damiancan filter his thoughts perfectly well).

“I’m not making fun of you,” Jon says softly. “I justthought that you, maybe, I dunno, liked me? Don’t laugh at me, please, I know, it’sstupid, and this is going to be really awkward now, and-”

Damian really can’t help it. He knows he’s being a littletoo forward, but Jon has seriously got to stoptalking.

He’s glad to find that hugging him seems to work. He should doit a little more often.

“Um, Damian?” Jon squeaks, and both of them try to move atthe same time. As a result, they both go tumbling off the roof, and now Damian’sreally glad he hugged Jon, because ifhe wasn’t clinging on to him for dear life right now, he could be in a lot ofpain.

Jon flies them inside the open window, and they touch down onthe ground.

“This can be a date,” Damian mumbles.

“What?” Jon asks incredulously.

“This,” Damian repeats, gesturing about him, “can be date. Youknow, if you really insist on-”

And this time, it’s Jon who’s crushing him in a bear hug.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,”he babbles, and Damian smiles a little.

Their positions are reversed. It is now currently Jon who isholding on to Damian for dear life. To be honest, he doesn’t really mind. The moviethey’re watching isn’t the scariest in the least, but Jon seems to be terrified.As a wholly predictable jump scare happens, Jon buries his face into Damian’sshoulder.

“No more,” he whines, and Damian scoffs.

“You’re not a toddler anymore, Jon,” Damian chides him.

“Please, Dami?” Jon whispers, and Damian grumbles, but turnsthe movie off anyway.

“So…what do we do now? I’m sure this isn’t how a date ismeant to be.” Jon grins.

“A date can be whatever we want it to be, and can includewhatever we want it to,” he says, “like…a pillow fight!”

Damian can accept that Jon puts an admirable effort intoambushing him, but he’s no match for Damian, especially in his home territory.A few minutes later, Jon is lying on the bed, exhausted.

“Okay, okay,” he gasps, “enough! I surrender.” Damiansnorts.

“Of course yousurrender. I’m obviously superior at this.”

“No you’re not.”

“Yes, I am.”

“Sure.”

Damian ignores that remark, and settles in next to Jon.After a minute or two, he says, quietly: “You should be heading home.” Jongroans. “Your parents might try to check up on you…”

“Fine, fine,” he relents, and leans over to quickly peck Damianon the cheek. Damian, who is definitely not expecting that, jumps and falls off the bed, causing Jon to giggle absolutelyuncontrollably.

That’s how the first date ends.

don’t hate me

but why did u cancel b4

Damian feels that, at this point, telling the truth is probablyeasier than fabricating a lie.

and don’t lie

Seems that Jon agrees too.

I couldn’t find yourfavourite flower, and I didn’t want to be a failure.

So you panicked?

No.

Yes.

Dw about it next time

And btw

My boyfriend is not a failure

He’s awesome

Damian’s aware that this type of sweet talk is a thingbetween couples, but Jon obviously thinks he can outsmart Damian at this.

Well, two can play that game.

Maybe, but myboyfriend’s better.

Touché.

Again, a lot of liberty taken. I hope it’s been enjoyable, though :D Thanks for the kind words about my blog, btw, and right back at you

(Also, your icon is iconic)

((see what I did there? Never mind, I’ll shut up.))

#damijon #damian wayne #jon kent #supersons #fluff #date #batman #superman #teen titans #tim drake #first date #asks

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mintedwitcher · 7 years

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92 Things

Got this idea from @racheloddment since they tagged anyone who read their full post. So buckle up fuckers, here we go. (I’m putting most of this under a cut because it’s long as fuck)

Rules: Answer these 92 questions and tag 20 people

(Since I’m too lazy to tag 20, I’m just gonna tag @screwthissite and anyone else who wants to torture themselves can go for it)

THE LAST: 1. Drink: coffee 2. Phone call: my mum two days ago trying to find out where the hell my sisters were 3. Text message: my Nan 4. Song you listened to: Thunder by Imagine Dragons (also the entire Evolve album cus its a jam) 5. Time you cried: uhhhhhhh few days ago, last time I had a panic attack lmao

HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice? Yep 7. Kissed someone and regretted it? Yep 8. Been cheated on? Yep 9. Lost someone special? Yep 10. Been depressed? Lmao yep 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up? Yeah but never thrown up. I don’t get sick or hungover when I drink, no matter how much I drink.

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS: 12-14: Red, pink, blue

IN THE LAST YEAR, HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends? Yes!! 16. Fallen out of love? Eh not yet 17. Laughed until you cried? Last night; my sisters and I get kinda ridiculous together lmao 18. Found out someone was talking about you? Uhhhh...... do we mean like... casual mentions or talking shit because tbh I have no idea either way 19. Met someone who changed you? Idk if I would say ‘changed’... 20. Found out who your friends are? Yeah, the ones who don’t call me a two faced whore on Facebook for having social anxiety and not being able to socialise :) fuck you, btw.

GENERAL: (21 seems to have vanished) 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know irl? Almost all of them tbh I don’t have many Facebook friends anyway, most of them are family. 23. Do you have any pets? Yeah, three dogs (Ben, Jasper, and Dusty) and one cat (Callie) 24. Do you want to change your name? Yes! 25. What did you do for your last birthday? Spent it at home, writing, and had cake at some point. Idk I don’t really remember? 26. What time did you wake up? About 10-ish? 27. What were you doing at midnight last night? Sleeping for a change 28. Something you can’t wait for? Getting my septum piercing for my birthday this year 29. When was the last time you saw your mum? Yesterday 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life? I’d change my financial situation first (31 has disappeared too) 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom? Yeah he used to be my best friend 33. Something that is getting on your nerves? My dog wandering in and out of every room in the house 34. Most visited website? This hellscape 35. Moles? I have a few on my arms 36. Marks? Lots of scars, a birthmark, and some freckles 37. Childhood dream? Superstar! Or a show horse rider (thanks, Saddle Club) 38. Hair colour? Right now its dark brown - I miss my red hair though... might dye it again soon... 39. Long or short hair? As in... preference, or current situation... cus like... it’s short now but god I miss my long hair 40. Do you have a crush on someone? yep 41. What do you like about yourself? I’m creative 42. Piercings? None yet (aside from my earlobes but they healed over) 43. Blood type? Haha I actually don’t know 44. Nickname? Bob, Bubbles, Freak, Alpha 45. Relationship status: TBD 46. Zodiac? Sagittarius 47. Pronouns: she/her/they/them (very rarely he/him) 48. Favourite TV show? NINE NINE! (Seriously, Brooklyn Nine Nine is a gift to the universe). Friends will always have a special place in my heart. HIMYM is a guilty pleasure. Buffy. Avatar: The Last Airbender is a classic. 49. Tattoos? None yet :( 50. Right or left handed? Right 51. Surgery? I had my tonsils removed when I was seven but that’s it 52. Hair dyed a different colour? I’ve gone red, black, blue, and purple. I miss the red most. 53. Sport? Martial arts (54 has disappeared too) 55. Vacation? Tasmania when I was eight; England when I was two. Haven’t left my town for a vacation since, aside from the Adelaide trip in 2015, but that wasn’t a vacation since I was working. 56. Pair of trainers: (AKA, sneakers or tennis shoes, even though they’re all v different things wtf) I have a pair of custom trainers fitted to my feet, because I have an uneven gait and my hips and knees are all kinds of fucked up from it.

MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating? Nothing now, but just finished some leftover soup from last night 58. Drinking? Coffee 59. I’m about to: grab a couple biscuits because I’m also writing and I need snacks (I also really need a chewy stim toy at some point because I kinda destroyed my favourite pen by chewing it while I work) (60 & 61 have disappeared) 62. Want: my sister to leave me alone for ten minutes so I can actually get some work done 63. Get married? Maybe someday, but it’s not a priority 64. Career: Writer, please, damn. But barring that, maybe a teacher

WHICH IS BETTER: 65. Hugs or kisses? Both 66. Lips or eyes? Eyes 67. Shorter or taller? Taller, but if they make short jokes, I’ll cut their legs in half and walk away. 68. Older or younger? I try to stick to my own age thanks (69 has disappeared) 70. Nice arms or a nice stomach? Nice arms fuck me right up 71. Sensitive or loud? Sensitive 72. Hook up or relationship? Relationship 73. Troublemaker or hesitant? Troublemakers are fun

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a stranger? Once or twice 75. Drank hard liquor? Yeah 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses? Nope, I don’t need them 77. Turned someone down? Yeah a few times 78. Sex on the first date? That would require actually being taken on a successful date (I’ve only been on one and it was a disaster) 79. Broken someone’s heart? Yeah 80. Had your heart broken? More times than I care to admit 81. Been arrested? Nope 82. Cried when someone died? Yeah 83. Fallen for a friend? So many times

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself? No 85. Miracles? No 86. Love at first sight? Eh... undecided 87. Santa Claus? Not since I was seven 88. Kiss on the first date? Again, it requires being taken on a date

OTHER: 90. Current best friend name: Jack and Amer 91. Eye colour: Blue/grey (depends on lighting idk) 92. Favourite movie: Captain America: The Winter Soldier, or Lord of the Rings: Return of the King.

#long post #tmi tag #idk how to tag this lol #ask game #kinda #hey its riley

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fenlily · 7 years

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QUESTION TAG

OUTagged by: @jeonnings

1. Ultimate bias/biases?

Um, literally all of BTS, but I in order of who I reblog the most it’s probably Hobi, Yoongi, Namjoon, Jungkook, Jin, Jimin and Taehyung? Roughly that order?

2. Who are your TOP 3 groups?

BTS, 방탄소년단 and Monsta X.

3. What are your 3 favorite songs?

UHM THAT’S NOT ENOUGH SONGS. But three I’ve listened to a lot lately are:

Breathe - Lauv

Say It - Flume

OUTRO: Does That Make Sense - BTS

4. What do you like to do in your free time?

Sleep, play games, draw, listen to music, attempt to make games/music?

5. Are there any places you would like to visit that you haven’t already visited?

Tour of Europe, then South Korea, Japan, Thailand would be awesome, Bali, Malaysia... Just lots and lots and lots of places I wanna visit.

6. Do you have a dream job?

Being a sugar baby? Uh for real though, I wanna work with games, or art or music.

7. If you could meet ANY Korean CELEBRITY (Includes Actors, Models, K-Music artists, ect., who would it be?

BTS. If I could only choose one of them, probably Hobi because I really need to hold him for a couple of seconds if he’d let me.

8. What do you love the most about your bias group/groups?

They make me laugh. :3

9. Who are your ultimate bias wreckers?

ALL OF THEM. ALL OF THEM. ALL SEVEN. LITERALLY EVERY SINGLE MEMBER.

10. What do you wish for the most to happen?

For my family to never have to struggle ever again. If I could know for absolutely certain that my family was constantly safe, well and provided for. That’s what I wish for the most.

11. When did you get into kpop and how?

I was in to metal and rock at first and started listen to a lot of Visual Kei bands from Japan, especially Malice Mizer and Dir en Grey. Then someone I shared that music interest with showed me BIGBANG and 2NE1′s Lollipop just after it came out, and then after that song I was really into BIGBANG until I found BTS.

12. What made you decide to have a tumblr blog?

I have no life? Um no for real, I have a (very) small number of friends in real life who I met through Tumblr and they mean the world to me, so after I left Tumblr years ago because I was sick of being constantly harassed by some individuals I kinda felt like I lost that connection to my friends a little bit. But then eventually I re-joined in November last year but decided to stay away from the fandoms I was in before and I feel much better about being here now. :3

13. Favorite color?

PURPLE, black, red, dark blues and dark greens, GOLD.

14. Favorite animal?

Dogs, Cats, Horses. In that order. Love almost all animals apart from spiders and birds. They both terrify me.

15. What are your interests? (or favourites)

Masturbating. Also video games and music. And drawing.

16. Would you prefer music or movies? (i love this question idk why its interesting)

Music. I can find it incredibly difficult to focus on movies to be honest. :| Like I might LOVE a movie, but even then concentrating on it will feel next to impossible so I usually fidget with my phone or distract myself somehow while watching. But with music I can listen to it for absolutely hours on end.

17. What would you like to achieve (or experience) before the age of 60? (like bungee jumping or visit the north pole)

I dunno, get a house, get a husband, pop out five children and move to rural France? That’s a joke, btw, I don’t want to live in France. I kind of just want to feel like I’ve successfully given something back to my family I guess. I want to be able to take care of them like they always take care of me, and I want them to be able to feel proud of me.

I’m tagging: @purplelonelyunicorn, @rudeoppa, @jungkoog, @mey-ryuu, @coffee-with-bangtan, @sbazzing, @je0n, @taeiephant, @august93, @basicallyadragon, @bts-aegyo, @bts-is-best-bias, @kijobu, @innohurry, @mochikissme, @naamjooon, @baxngtan, @yoongiski, @brightjin, @blameblamebts, @rninyoonqi, @parkjimnin

#tagged #If you've been tagged here it's most likely because you showed up in my notifications list. Also because you cool.

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