my first joke i ever made was drawing a comic where two people are staring at a dress in the window of a store. one of them says “I would die for that dress” and the other says “i would kill for that dress” and then they look at each other awkwardly.
•The breeze in your hair when you roll down the window
•When the rays of sunshine pour into your room when you wake up
•Taking the laundry out of the dryer and it’s soft and warm
•Hot Cocoa in the winter
•Wearing clothes that make you happy
•Finding someone who inspires you
•Discovering new music
•Seeing a dog while taking a walk
•Not being able to put down a good book
•Going on a drive with no destination
•The smell of old bookstores
•the sound of the waves when they break
•Taking walks downtown and looking at store windows
•Having someone run their fingers through your hair
•Watching old movies
•Getting cheesecake even though it’s 3am
•When you can’t stop smiling until it hurts
Try not to think about how Joyce Byers has to drive by Radio Shack every day on her way to and from work. How she sometimes glances out the front window of the General Store and for a moment thinks she can see Bob walking down the sidewalk with a paperbag lunch. How she wishes she had pushed just a little bit harder on herself to just say no that day he showed up at the door with puzzles for Will.
Hi! I love your imagines I’ve read all of them 😂 I was wondering if you could an imagine Tom Holland x reader and they are dating but she gets hurt once while (I’m very clumsy😂) and they talk about it in interviews and idk I’m in need of fluff so you can interpret this in any way! Thank you ❤️❤️❤️
Tom mumbles to himself as he walks with his phone out in front of him, speeding up every second. His shoes make a tapping sound with each step as his foot hits the cement tiles of the New York pavements.
“Bub, we’re not mad at you. It’s not your fault that we came this way,” you say gently as you rest your hand on his arm. He slows to a stop and lowers his phone before sighing. He turns and kisses your cheek before pulling you into a hug, resting his chin on your head.
“I know, sweetheart, It’s just that we’re almost ten minutes away from a place we need to be at in two minutes.”
He’s tired. Tom and you have been to almost nineteen interviews in the past week for Spiderman: Homecoming and they’re getting very repetitive. The constant questions about your outfit that day, how Tom’s coping with the fame, the many rounds of “quickfire” questions that can’t end soon enough. He’s tired. You’re tired. Harrison is tired for the two of you.
Trying to lighten Tom’s anxiety, Harrison says, “Celebs are always fashionably late anyway, mate. Don’t stress about it,” patting Tom on the back.
“Yeah,” Tom agrees, “Plus, they never start on time anyway. But I want to get there as soon as we can though, yeah?”
With nods from both you and Harrison, Tom grabs your hand and starts speed walking towards the hotel, Harrison beside him. People pass as you rush through New York City and you find yourself distracted by the tall concrete buildings surrounding you. You can almost see a maze in your head of what you think New York looks like from a birds-eye view. The mannequins in the store windows distract you from your thoughts until you feel yourself falling. Suddenly, you’re on cold cement, hands and knees grazed and bleeding slightly, your skin indented with tiny pebbles from the floor. You haven’t been on the floor for five seconds before Tom lifts you from under your arms until you’re standing again, supported by his arms around you.
“Bug, you know I love you, but now is not the time to be clumsy,” Tom says laughing before kissing your lips gently. Your mind comes back to Earth and you look down at your hands and knees.
You brush your knees down gently, removing the pebbles before saying, “I know, I know, I’m sorry. Let’s go.”
In the hotel room, Tom gets a few dinosaur band-aids and an antiseptic wipe from his bag and kneels between your legs to clean off the scrapes before the interview. Tom’s used to this by now. Your clumsiness causes many problems when on set, including the ripping of one very expensive greenscreen one time. He wipes down your knees carefully and makes sure to remove the one stray piece of gravel from your leg. He rips the band-aid backs off and puts one on each knee and each hand, giving each of them a kiss once he’s done. With a peck on the lips, he tells you he’s finished and sits down in the chair next to you before intertwining his fingers with yours.
The interviewer sits down in the plush chair across from both of you and speaks to the camera guy about how long she has to film. She introduces herself as a host for some news Youtube channel before saying, “I’m here with Tom Holland and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) for an interview about their new film, Spiderman:Homecoming. I’m supposed to ask you about your outfit, (Y/N), but honestly, I’d rather know why you’re wearing three dinosaur band-aids?”
A/N: This was requested a while back and finally finished it. I feel like it gets progressively worse as you go down, this isn’t my best writing, please excuse any mistakes. Our BTS requests are closed, but our Monsta X requests are still open! Thank you and enjoy! ~Emily
Can you please do a bts reaction about how they would react to you getting physically attacked either by a fan or someone? Love your blog btw!!
Jin was not there when it happened. You had been running errands when you felt a tug at your arm. You turned around to find a teenage girl standing scanning your entire body. She began to say how big of a fan she was of BTS. You thought she was a sweet girl, up until she began to insult you and told you never get near Jin ever again. You got home to a missed call from Jin. You decided to message him, but he had already beat you to it. You don’t know how he found it what had happened, but he did. He was upset he couldn’t be there to help you and protect you.
You had been out with Yoongi and Jungkook shopping. They walked into a store, but you decided to stay behind and rest for a while. You had been sitting when you began to hear camera clicks all around you. You turned your head to find a group of paparazzi taking pictures, you smiled and got up from your seat to find the boys. The moment they came out of the store the paparazzi ran. You had been a couple feet away from Yoongi when you felt a hand on you chest pushing you back and making you land on the cement. Yoongi was infuriated, his first instinct was to attack, but Jungkook held him back reminding him he was out in public, and eventually calmed himself down and checked on you.
You had been out with Namjoon on a date. You had left the restaurant to get some fresh air, while Namjoon went to the bathroom. You were standing against the wall scrolling through your phone when you noticed someone standing in front of you. You noticed he was significantly younger than you. He began to ask you to leave with him to have “a good time” and eventually began pulling at you. Namjoon came out and eventually teaches you and the boy. “I’d love to hear the reason as to why a small boy is harassing my girlfriend.” said Namjoon as he got closer to the boy.
You and the boys had gone out clubbing that night. The night was going on without a hitch. As the night went on you noticed one guy moving along the crowd to any girl at his reach. At one pint you had become his victim. He approached you, the scent of the alcohol he had been drinking was oozing off of him. He began to try and touch you. Every time you rejected him he got angrier, he’d had enough and yanked you towards him. Hoseok ran to you and pushed him off of you. The guy began trying to hit Hoseok, but he continued to dodge his attempts. The guy had aimed his swing to far and ended hitting you. You ended up on the floor cupping your cheek. Hoseok moved his eyes from you to the guy. “If you think I’m going to let you get way with punching my girlfriend, guess again.”
Summary: A soulmate AU in which you are “branded” with a mark that signifies the first time your soulmate will touch you. In this, the reader fears meeting their soulmate, but is beyond pleasantly surprised.
Warnings: There might be swears, the reader is bullied, there are mentioned of abuse. Please don’t read this if that makes you uncomfortable ily
Word Count: 1575
A/N: Hey y’all! College takes up sO MUCH fucking time you guys. Doing sorority recruitment and getting ready for bid day and trying to learn how to be an electrical engineer is so fhjdskfhsadlf,,,,, But yo! I started this before going off to uni, and I love this AU so,,,, hope you love this
Everyone would always talk
about the handshake soulmates.
They had it so easy. The
scars across their hands were in gentle curves. The moment they met their
soulmate, the scar would burn as they shook hands for the first time. They fell
in love so easily and so perfectly with one another. In some cases, they would
trade “I love you”s at that first moment instead of their names. Everyone would
always cry at handshake soulmates’ weddings because the moment they met was
always so perfect. When handshake soulmates are born, mothers almost always cry
tears of joy at the wonderful future their children had ahead of them.
Your mother cried when you
were born, too, but it was for a different reason entirely.
Milo, Jack Russell Terrier (17 y/o), West 4th & Jones St., New York, NY • “I’ve had him since he was four months old. I saw him in the window of this pet store in the Bronx and I’d stop by after work every day to play with him. But he was so expensive – $1,800. I didn’t have the money to buy him. Then one day the owner came up to me and said, ‘I know he’d have a good home with you. I’ll give him to you for 400 dollars’. So I ran right to the ATM and brought him home that day.”
[uh-kwiv-er] in a state of trepidation
or vibrant agitation; trembling; quivering
pairing— min yoongi x
content, heavy angst, out of character behaviour, controlling behaviour, just a
ball of angst words—
::summary— Yoongi can’t remember the last time he was able to
successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm, then Namjoon gives him a
business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s where he meets you;
pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand jobs for a living…
note— inspired by
the novella ‘The Grownup’ by Gillian Flynn, literally just the main character’s
past occupation haha
Okay, I'm looking to get a cockatiel. I've been looking into them for WEEKS now, but I still feel unprepared, and I really want to get some actual first-hand knowledge from a person. I'm really not sure what to ask specifically! ^^; Any tips you'd give me, this being my second bird--after a budgie--and my first cockatiel? (Any knowledge at all would be helpful! from recommended cage size to what might be a good healthy diet!~) Please and thank you~~
hey darling!!! god sorry its taken me forty years to get to my ask, i’ve been so swamped at work IT SUCKS
THIS IS GONNA BE LONG
OKAY, HERE IS THE INFO I CAN GIVE YA FOR A COCKATIEL:
1) ALWAYS ADOPT. i know you see that cute birbo in the pet store window, but please, PLEASE, refrain from purchasing him. there are currently THOUSANDS of homeless birds in north america alone that need you to be their guardian. i know you want to save that baby from the pet store, but doing so continues the cycle. they’ll just replace him and the horror continues.
2) GET THE BIGGEST CAGE YOU CAN AFFORD! do not listen to what the pet store clerk says (lol i worked in a pet store and straight up i would discourage people from birds EVERYDAY and tell them to rescue and that none of our cages are big enough, and they listened and adopted and im surprised the boss didn’t find out and fire me HAHAHHA) i would go to a bird specialty store to find your cage - you want to make sure it is durable enough, the bar spacing is correct (for a cockatiel you want them no more than half an inch space, theyre little and you dont want them to get stuck!!) i suggest powder coated cages, they’re easiest to clean the poop out of!!!!
3) GOOD DIET IS SO IMPORTANT. STAY AWAY FROM SEED!!!! seed despite popular belief is not very good for them. it causes fatty liver disease and can make them ill and shorten their lifespan. (rose is now put on milk thistle-it buffersthe liver, as from the shit sanctuary she was from… god knows what she ate so now im in the process of getting her liver spiffy clean!) a good PELLET DIET is SO, SO SO SO IMPORTANT. and dont be discouraged, it is very hard to change a birb from seed diet to pellet. so you have to change it over gradually and honestly, it can take a year to get that done. rose is picky as hell, but i found a pellet she likes which are the Zupreem fruit pellets. they’re not the healthiest, but they’ll do as now she is eating by herself. i used to have to hand feed her ALL THE TIME like the diva she is.
Here is a list of good pellets!! (from best to ok)
- Goldenfeast Goldenobles (quinoa based instead of corn, i wanna change rose to this when she’s ready!!)
- Harrisons Fine High Potency (start with high potency and then go to adult formula - gives em the nutrients they need for switching. corn based, and not my fav but it is vet reccommended but id say goldenfeast is better as corn aint that great)
- Pretty Bird (fruity and like, kinda okay? its better than zupreem lmfao but its very sweet, and makes their poo colourful)
- Zupreem (available at most pet stores, comes in fruit, veggie, nut, and natural flavours. what Rose eats and its a pretty good food. i believe its corn and soy based, not the best, and there is sugar in it, but its a good starter for your bird as they will most likely eat it because its colourful and sweet!!! from having Rose on a pellet diet - her plumage looks AMAZING)
all those brands come in different size pellets, i would go with the SMALLEST as it is easier for them to eat, and if you mix it with seed it kinda blends in hehe
4) DON’T JUST FEED PELLETS. A birbos diet should be 80% pellets (give or take) and 20% fruits, veggies, grains, and good stuff!!!! making a chop is a good idea, and you can freeze it and take out some everyday for their breakfast/dinner!!! Rose is very picky, and a rescue may be too, but do some research on what good fresh foods are good for birds!!! rose’s fav are zuchinni, peppers, pasta, scrambled egg (shes obsessed with egg) and chinese snow pear!!!
5) LOTS OF TOYS, AND THINGS TO DO!!! PIMP out their cage with dope toys, various perches and material (AVOID SAND ONES, HURTS THEIR TOES. get natural wood, rope (if u know they wont shred and accidentally eat it) and various thicknesses!!!) and im not saying spend a fortune (whcih i have with rose omfg) undyed popsicle sticks are amazing, paper, toilet paper rolls, cardboard etc they LOVE. but also, a good store bought toy is nice too!!! but most you can make from home!! plus i have a store where i have handmade toys, ill be posting more selection too!!
6) BE PATIENT WITH THE BABY! they most likely won’t warm up to you RIGHT AWAY (i mean they might, depends on their personality!) so do not feel discouraged if they dont want to play or cuddle right away. and heck, they may not even like cuddles. they’re as much as individuals as we are as humans. rose is usually attached to my shoulder all day, but some days honestly she just plays by herself and doesn’t want me to play with her HAHAHA. when you bring them home, introduce them to their cage and let them hang inside and get used to it. sit near them and chat and offer some millet and let them come to you. its a whole new world for them, so allow them some time!!!
7) and the most controversial topic… TO CLIP OR NOT TO CLIP? okay, my two cents on clipping goes as written. if it is safer for them in your house, please get their wings properly by an avian vet or an experienced staff memeber at a bird specialty store. clipping them incorrectly can cause balance issues and confidence issues and trust issues. NEVER CLIP THEM YOURSELF AS THEIR OWNER. THEYLL BE PISSED AF. and most likely scared of you. if your house is unsafe -ie people coming in and out, small space, lots of windows, forgetful people that leave windows open, PLEASE CLIP THEM. it will save their life and prevent any deadly accidents.
if you HAVE THE SPACE. and know that they will be safe, and you believe they will be okay, leave them flighted!! it is much easier i must say having smaller birds flighted as they won’t be as cramped in a house as a big bird would be. Rose is flightless as she chews her flight feathers, but they are growing back. and even if they all did, my place is way to small to allow her to fly properly so i would keep her clipped for her safety. also, if there was an emergency - such as a fire - it is much easier to evacuate a flightless bird than a flighted one. i have really bad ocd when it comes to impulsive thinking and i obsess over how i would get rose out in a fire all the time… so keep a pillow case by the cage, and if god forbid that happened, grab your baby, toss em in the pillow case (protects them from smoke inhalation) AND HIGH TALE THEE FUCK OUT OF THERE. and that would be easier if they are clipped… just food for thought.
anyway i hope this helped you and others maybe too!! im sorry this took forever to get to, my lifes been insane. please do TONS OF RESEARCH TOO and look into rescues. if you need any more help let me know my love <3
Pairing: Chanyeol x reader Genre: fluff, slight-but-not-really angst, Hybrid!AU Words: 7.5k+ Notes: I’m cross-posting all of the fics/scenarios that I’ve written on other websites, pretty much all hybrid AU so far. What an amazing start to the fanfic life <3
Your friend drags you with her to go hybrid shopping for herself and your plan of interacting and then leaving commitment-free is interrupted by an adorable, tall cat hybrid with entirely too much affection and love to share.
“You’re being unreasonable. “ Jaehyun says, crossing his arms.
She shrugs, “I disagree.”
He sighs, “Look your Highness-”
“Don’t call me that.” She interrupts, crossing her legs.
“Okay princess.” He drawls sarcastically, “You simply can’t refuse to have a bodyguard without a valid reason.” He sighs.
She cocks her head, raising a eyebrow, “I have a valid reason!” She assures.
“Let’s hear it.” he demands.
“I don’t like your face.” She blurts. He frowns and she crosses her arms to mimic him.
“And you think my face is going to hinder my ability to protect you?” He questions.
“It could!” She assures in a seriousness that almost makes him laugh, “What if you’re looking at your reflection in a store window or your phone screen and someone kidnaps me?” She cries.
“Trust me, they’d bring you back.” He muttered scratching his head.
“I said we’d get you back.” he enunciates, “Our job is to make sure nothing happens to you- for God’s sake I’m a trained professional you can’t just-”
“I don’t need a bodyguard. I don’t even need a guard dog, I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself!” She cries in frustration, running her fingers through her hair.
To silence that follows is a mutual agreement for a break- to regroup, relax, grab a glass of water or a snack before they come back to finish the conversation. He sighs, she kicks her feet like she feels guilty for something and looks down at the table. There’s a pack of cigarettes and a lighter that sit kindly beside an economist magazine and a small receipt like checklist of everything she needs to pack.
Her fingers tap at her upper arm and she looks away to the wall to study the paint. He adjusts his suit, tugging at the collar of his shirt, “You’re stuck with me princess.” He says eventually.
Her neck snaps back to look at him. She wrinkles her nose, “Keep your distance.”
She sitting on a smooth wooden bench in the center of the Louvre. The room is empty, cleared by security for her protection and she’s staring at a painting. Its called ‘The Embarkation for Cythera’ and her chin is resting on her fist. One leg is crossed over the other and she quickly adjust the denim skirt she’s wearing. She’s got a brochure in one hand and headphones in her ears where jazz floods her senses.
Jaehyun is a few meters to her left, watching her closely as she stares curiously at the art. She yanks her headphones out, “What?” She snaps, sighing and turning to look at him.
“I didn’t say anything.” He shrugs.
She rolls her eyes, “You’re staring.”
He shrugs again, “That’s my job.”
She shakes her head, “No, your job is to protect me. You could do that from the control room or from the other side of this room but instead you’re stood as close as you can get without it being suspicious and you’re staring.” she explains.
He licks his lips and points to the painting before her, “This is one of my favourite paintings.”
She raises an eyebrow, “So you were staring at the painting?” She asks, knowing full well he wasn’t.
He nods, walking closer to sit on the bench next to her, “Not everything’s about you princess.”
They sit quietly together, neither too bothered to fill the silence. The absence of crowds who discus meaningless matters makes her feel lonely and isolated but she’s learnt to be with herself. “Why did you take this job?” She pipes up, not quite sure why she’s interested.
He cocks his head to look at the painting and licks his lips, “Patriotic duty.”
She laughs, “You’re funny.”
He turns to look at her, “You don’t believe me?”
She scoffs, “I don’t even think you believe you.”
“Okay.” He says carefully, crossing his arms, “Why do you think I took the job?”
She pauses and watches him carefully. She holds up her hand, “I have two theories.” She states.
He smirks, “I’m all ears.”
“the first-” she starts, her posture changing because she’s in her element, “Is that you were bored. You got sick and tired of foreign business men and all that bureaucracy and you heard the rumours.”
He raises an eyebrow, “What rumours?”
“The ones about me.” She says, pointing to herself. He scoffs but she continues, “You heard about the strange princess who doesn’t buy into this whole royalty thing and you were curious.”
“Curious enough to leave the KCIA and baby sit a brat?” He asks sarcastically.
She clicks her fingers, “Or you were fired. I’m still developing some more theories.” she sighs.
He scoffs a laugh, “Yeah well keep looking.”
She sighs again, turning back to the painting. The silence becomes deafening, an unbearable reminder that she’s always alone and completely segregated from the rest of society. He can see the sadness in her eyes, he saw it the moment he met her when she watched her distant family’s children dancing in the gardens of the palace. He sees it every time she has to attend some event or smile at some strangers her parents introduce her to, even sometimes when she watches students on their way to school, laughing with their friends.
“So which one is your favourite painting?” He asks quietly, trying to give her some kind of human interaction before she locks herself in her hotel room.
She swallows, scratching her head, “I hate art.”
He frowns, “Why are you here?”
She shrugs, looking around the room at the different paintings. “I wanted to feel less alone.” she says quietly.
He rolls his eyes, “Yikes, do you ever stop feeling sorry for yourself?” He asks tiredly.
She glares, “Fuck you.”
He shakes his head, “There are many ways to feel less alone, like hookers.” he suggests.
She tries to stay angry but her lips threaten a smile and she looks down at her hands, “You’re funny.” she states once more, but this time he doesn’t think it’s sarcastic.
He points, “You should smile more.”
She waves him off even though he looks smug because he can see her trying not to grin, “Shut up.”
She’s curled against the window with a book half open in her hands and her legs bent against her body. Jaehyun’s sitting in a leather chair nearby, looking around the room while his fingers tap anxiously against the arm of the seat. He sighs loudly, “How long are we going to be here?” he asks.
“How long is a rope?” she retorts, not testing her eyes from the book.
“Long enough to hang myself with.” He replies.
“Oh, boo-hoo, your life is so miserable.” She says sarcastically, turning a page.
He sighs again, glancing around the room. The building has high ceilings with shelves the reach as high as they can. Books are in piles on coffee table before leather chairs and large windows let in light to show dust over some of them. He pushes some aside with his feet, distantly curious but barely caring enough to sit up properly. He glances at her, “What are you reading?” He asks in an attempt to appease his boredom.
She sighs, “It’s called Man’s Search For Meaning.”
He cocks his head, “Is it a self help book?” He mocks.
She scoffs, “You’re an idiot.”
He rolls his eyes, “You’re mean.” he points out.
“No.” She begins, “I dislike persistent human interaction, something I cannot get away from as long as you continue to be present in my life because your contract says you need to shadow me 24/7” she hisses.
There’s a pause and he points to her, “Mean.” He repeats.
She rolls her eyes.
He watches her read, the light from the window falling on her face like she’s waking up from a dream and her hair is tucked behind her ear. She flicks through the book like she’s hungry for some kind of intellect she can’t find in her everyday world and she bites her lip when she concentrates. “You’re staring again.” She states, not looking up from the pages.
He clicks his tongue, “I like the view.”
She looks up and raises and eyebrow, “Excuse me?”
He points to the window that overlooks le canal saint martin where trees grow along the pavement and provide shade to couples who sit on benches and watch the water flow. “Paris is beautiful.” He states with a smirk.
She rolls her eyes, “It’s famous for that.”
He cocks his head, “So are you.”
She sighs loudly and lays the book down against her lap. “Are you flirting with me?” She asks carefully.
He shrugs, “You’re pretty, we’re in Paris, might as well make the most of a bad situation.” he crosses his arms.
She shakes her head, “Your job is to protect me, not take me out.”
He sighs loudly, a grunt emitting from his throat, “Buzzkill.”
She stares at him a little longer, “You’re so unprofessional, there is no way you can protect me more than I can myself.”
“Wanna bet?” He replies without a beat.
“Do I get to go back to reading if I agree?” she says tiredly, rubbing her eyes.
He nods, “Pinky promise.”
She smirks slightly, “What’s the bet?”
He points to her, “You get a point every time you don’t need me, I get a point every time you do.”
She smiles, “You’re on.”
They’re sitting in a red leather booth by the window. The floor is tiled black and white and there’s a rainbow coloured juke box in a corner where a Beatles song is playing over the speakers. She’s scarfing down a burger and the fluorescent lighting from the diner stings her eyes, it’s a contrast from the darkness outside. Jaehyun sits opposition her with his arms crossed to match the boredom on his face.
she glances at him, “Don’t look so glum.” she giggles with a childlike grin.
“You’re drunk.” he points out.
She giggles again, slurping from her milkshake and crossing a leg over the other. She’s wearing his jacket because she didn’t have one of her own and the velvet dress was too thin to keep any heat in. “You’re a buzzkill.” she retorts.
He purses his lips, “You’re an idiot.”
“I’m a princess.” She reminds, wagging her finger back and forth.
He rolls his eyes, “You snuck out and went clubbing.”
She shrugs, “I like the music.” But her lip lifts into a smirk and he knows she’s still sober enough to be herself.
“You can’t ditch your security.” He repeats for what feels like the hundredth time.
She shakes her head, “I think you’ll find that I can, and I did.”
“It’s dangerous.” He enunciates, leaning forward.
She scoffs and waves him off, “The only dangerous thing about tonight is the blister on my foot.”
“Or-” he Interrupts, snatching her milkshake and taking a gulp, “The guy who followed you to the club, the one who nearly slipped something into your drink and the one who tried to hit on you.”
She frowns, “You’re the one who followed me to the club, you’re saying I was in danger of you?”
He pauses, narrowing his eyes, “You knew?” He asks.
She breathes a laugh, “Of course I knew, and what was wrong with the guy who tried to hit on me?” she adds absentmindedly, finally finishing off her burger.
He raises an eyebrow, “Really?” She just stares so he sighs and points to his wrist, “Gang tat on his arm.”
“Oh, a bad boy.” She giggled again, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol.
“A very bad boy.” He reminds.
She smiles like he’s the funniest guy on earth and he tries his best not to stare too long because she really is very beautiful. She picks up the menu again, scanning through the options, glancing at him every few seconds. She hesitates, opens her mouth a few times but doesn’t say anything.
She folds the menu and puts it down, “I have another theory.” She states.
He narrows his eyes, “Alright.” He nods.
She licks her lips and crosses her arms “You’re running away from something.”
He cocks his head and she thinks she’s getting somewhere, “Continue.”
She shrugs, “That’s all I’ve got. Maybe you fucked up, hurt someone or got hurt- I’ve seen the scar on your hip.”
His arms instinctively tighten together and he wrinkles his nose, “You been checking me out?” He smirks, trying to deflect.
She shrugs again, “I like the view.”
“Now princess, are you flirting with me?” he questions, leaning forward in his seat and pressing his forearms into the table.
He’s got this smile on his face like he knows what she’s going to say. She smiles back, like they’re drunk idiots at 4am eating junk food somewhere in the middle of new York. She wipes her lip with her thumb and rest her elbows on the table, her head resting in her hands. They’re close enough that she’s pretty sure he can heart her heart slamming against her rib cage, “You’re beautiful.” She murmurs.
He cocks his head, his hand reaching out and pushing the hair away from her face. He tucks it behind her ear and she sighs, closing her eyes, “You’re drunk.” He says sadly.
She giggles, only making everything crash down around them much faster, “‘Yes I’m drunk, and you’re beautiful. And tomorrow I’ll be sober-’”
“‘And you’ll still be beautiful.’” he finishes. He sighs, letting his hand drop, “Its late princess, let’s get you home.”
She smiles again when she sees his cheeks flushed red and as he leads her out of the diner, his hand is on the small of her back, trying to keep her steady. He tries his best not to touch her for too long in case he kisses her but he helps her climb into the car and she holds onto his hand a little too tight like she doesn’t want to let go of him.
She’s panting, sweat dripping down her forehead and her shirt clings to her body. She takes a swig of her water bottle and wipes her cheek, trying to cool herself down. She looks over the cliff, staring down into what seems like the abyss and smiles. She’s trekked all this distance, wading through the dirt and gravel and the grass that scratches her ankles while the sun beat down on her skin.
“I didn’t take you for a hiking person.” Jaehyun huffs out.
She chugs a gulp of water and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, “I wanted to try something new.”
He shakes his head and clicks his tongue, knowing full well she did it to get some space and, and sighs, “Right.”
“Anyway-” She shrugs, stepping over a rock, “This is fun.”
“Oh yeah, 1000° of fun.” he mocks sarcastically, wiping his forehead.
She scoffs, “I didn’t take you for a whiner.” She mutters.
He smirks, “Sexually or just in general?”
“You’re hilarious.” She says breathlessly, placing her hands on her hips as she stands straight, trying to get some air into her lungs. He keeps walking as she looks at the distant view of the city.
“You need to stop princess?” Jaehyun calls from ahead.
She swallows, looking up at him and shakes her head with a grin, “Not a chance.” She assures, jogging to catch up with him.
He’s not in his suit for once. They’re both in workout gear, trainers and T-shirts and sweat all over their bodies but they’re both smiling at each other as they continue to hike up the sandy hill. “I have a question.” he breathes heavily.
She keeps walking, “Okay.”
He takes a gulp of water, “Why are you off gallivanting the world with no specific purpose?”
“I have a purpose.” She points out nonchalantly.
“Care to share?” he asks curiously.
She shrugs, “I want to gallivant the world.”
He nods, “That’s a good argument.” He points out, almost impressed.
But he’s got this tone to his voice that makes her eyes narrow, “But you don’t believe me.” She states, wiping the sweat from her forehead again.
He smirks, “I don’t even think you believe you.”
She shrugs and keeps walking, “Okay, what do you think my purpose for doing all of this is?” she asks tiredly.
He follows after her, still sweating from everywhere, “I have one theory.” He states.
“Only one?” She replies, raising an eyebrow.
He sighs disappointingly, “Yes sorry, only one.”
She smiles softly, “Let’s hear it.” She orders.
He stops, taking a deep breath and placing his hands on his hips. He pants through his words and she stops next to him. “I think you’re running away from something.”
He waits for a reaction that never comes, she just keeps panting, stays silent and tries to regain her breath. She swallows, hands on her knees and shakes her head, “Aren’t we all?” She responds, standing upright and staring at him. “And that’s not a very original theory, I seem to remember using it myself.” She reminds.
He cocks his head, “And now you’re deflecting.”
She smirks, “Well aren’t you a smart one.” She says sarcastically with no tone of anger in her voice which tells him she’s not upset he’s starting to figure her out, maybe because she doesn’t think he’ll get very far.
“I think you don’t want to be queen, or princess even.” He adds, “I think this is your way of experiencing life outside of that.”
She almost rolls her eyes, “A child could have diagnosed that.” she starts to walk up the hill again, lugging her body up the steep slope.
He raises an eyebrow, “Diagnosed?” He calls after her.
“Yeah” she calls back, “It’s called the grass is always greener on the other side or um… wanting what you can’t have?” but there’s a hint of bitterness to her voice and he knows she’s annoyed.
“And what you want is a normal life.” He states.
She narrows her eyes and stops walking, her hands on her hips. She takes a deep breath and sighs. She hesitates telling him, she’s not the kind to complain but she feels like he needs to understand her. She swallows, “You’ve seen my life; the glitz and glam and everything that goes on behind it. I was never in line for the throne so for a while, I knew what it was like to have none of that. I went to school, I was a bartender i…” She pauses, her eyebrows furrowed like she really needs an honest answer. “I never wanted to be princess, and then suddenly my uncle dies and my mum becomes… I’m thrown into this limelight, I had no choice in that!” She says louder, like she’s getting riled up, “I thought I could get used to it, if I pretend enough it’ll become reality right?” She takes a breath, looking away from him and watching the birds fly over the distant cliffs, “But I know this isn’t where I’m supposed to be.” she mutters.
He cocks his head, “You’re thinking about this the wrong way.” He points out, moving to stand closer to her. “We’re in the 21st century, you can be anything you want. You can be princess and have a job, you can go to school and rule a country. The possibilities are limitless! You could buy your own bar and work for yourself.” He pauses, “People look up to you princess. Show them what you got.”
She smiles softly, feeling uplifted into a new realm of thought. But she doesn’t tell him, only shoves him away with a giggle and takes off running towards the summit of the cliff- “Last one there’s a rotten egg!” she cries behind her.
Jae smiles softly and shakes his head, this girl.
(She beats him, she thinks that deserves a point no matter what)