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bl0pers · 2 years

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mha w/ model s.o

Now hello there, :). This is interesting, because I was literally just scrolling through deku fluff: but anyways

Characters: katsuki bakugo, izuku midoriya (my baby <3), shoto todoroki, kaminari denki

warnings: fem. reader, do not proceed if you are uncomfortable. admiration, slight possessiveness (shoto, ikyk, i tried to switch things up here. bakugo too)

lessa go

katsuki bakugo

now you are one of a kind for modeling agencies.

and katsuki knows, i mean, who wouldn't pick you? random dumbass extra's, that's who.

but anyways, katsuki here is a pro-hero, but does he give one shit about taking a day off? no, not one.

back on track, actually. you are decked UP! i mean, decked, decked up. The makeup, clothing, hair, heels, earrings you name it. you look fly and fine girlie.

so, katsuki gets the best seat in the house, he should see you at your best angle. Actually...scratch that, all your angles are the best.

he gets a seat, and patiently goes through the models before you. yes, yes, they're all great, lovely designs. whatever, y'know?

and then there's you. now wait a damn minute. holy shit, you're really fucking hot.

he has his mouth open with the corners going upwards. now he knew you were going to be the best of the best, but when he saw you? ma`am, if you don't stop leveling up, he might just die of adoration.

the walk was flawless, not a single step of hesitation. you were confident, and a literal goddess .

after the show he immediately wrapped his arms around you to make sure no random ass extra walked up to you, asking for your number, because he had that shit first! Finders keepers, losers weepers. he even held your waist as you both walked to his car.

but guess what? also after the show, and maybe during the show, katsuki bakugo fell in love all over again. just like in UA

izuku midoriya

may i just start off by saying, your man izuku here? worships you like a goddess. literally, will give you the most polite kisses ever. a kiss to the back of the hand, cheek, neck, your lips if he feels confident.

but boy oh boy, he was anything but confident right now. he was down bad for you. ladies, if you want someone who will literally run across the world to get you a heating pad while you're on your period, izuku midoriya is the man you should get.

like i said, man is trying to look at you respectfully, he really is! poor baby, can't stop his eyes from wandering, you're just too beautiful >:( !

but yeah, he watches as you strut like you own the damn place, and izuku can read a room very well. and the audience is looking at you like you not only own the room, but everyone in it. you go girl.

right after the show he pulls out his phone and asks you to model walk back to him. and he records everything.

you don't fail to notice the cherry redness on his cheek. clever you!

whenever he can, izuku watches that video and thinks, that all the time you practiced that walk around the house, was totally worth it.

shoto todoroki

Now this man is hot and cold about this. you being a model? good for you, he'll totally support you. but you being open to everyone? eh...not for him.

but he comes nonetheless. he's supportive and he'll act like it.

so, he gets, there, takes a seat, makes light conversation with the people around him., you know, the usual ho-ha.

and then you show up. you know the saying "first is the worst, second is the best, thrid is the one with the wedding dress" ? the one from elementary school? yep.

but you're first of the models, and you are definitely not the worst, and shoto will definitely put you in a wedding dress.

this man doesn't show his emotion as clearly as everyone else, but when you see him staring at you, oh my goodness gracious me, he is head over heels for you.

shoto doesnt watch the other models, he just stares at the stage pretending to watch them as your image and walk is just looping in his mind .

shoto todoroki, in the end, realizes that he really really loves you

kaminari denki

this man is not only head over heels for you, he is head over everything else.

actually, he'll walk into the area with a smug ass look on his face.

to be honest, he's happy to have you, but when people start whispering at pointing at him and giggling, when gets a bit too arrogant. a prohero, so you should've expected this, but you...are going to humble this man so hard.

so models pass, yada-yada, great job to them. Then there's you.

you know how denki goes into the "over-worked" mode? Yeah that's him right now.

if he was wearing shades, he would've taken them off so fast.

he's eyes are blown wide, baby. like, wide wide.

he starts to smile and cheers you on among the clapping of the audience.

he starts to tell the people around him that you're his girlfriend, partner, wife, fiance, etc. you see what he's doing and it's sorta adorable.

"THAT'S MY BABY RIGHT THERE!! WOOOO!" you can imagine.

and then after the show, he grabs you into a hard kiss. Like, that shit came in like a wrecking ball.

and repeatedly kisses your neck, cheek, shoulder, forehead, and whatever else.

with each one, he says "gorgeous, beautiful, amazing, show-stopping, hot, really, fucking, hot." y'know. The usual <3.

he's so cute, you forget to humble him and go straight to your car.

you still got makeup on, but who cares.

at every red light, denki just stares at you.

you ask him what's going on and this smug ass man replies.

"I'm afraid that if I don't stare, i'll be blinded by the ugliness of the world. so I stare at you because you're fucking gorgeous y/n, what other reason?" and you just turn into a gushy mess <3

so denki sees you're a gushy mess and comes back to the day you both confessed in UA, at the same time.

"I like you denki-"

"I like you y/n-" well now that was awkward...

but denki can't help but smile, because everyday, he wants to make you feel like the first day you guys truly fell in love, because who doesn't like that feeling?

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tanuki-pyon · 3 years

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Idk what's this and if I should finish it but it looks pretty cool 😌

#lwa #little witch academia #my art #fanart #digital art #diana cavendish #akko kagari #drawings #dianakko #diakko #totally random I just saw that second image while scrolling on my phone and I was let's do this instead of finishing all the wips #LMAO #I hate me when I dot this but also the drawing looks cool

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uwumessenger · 3 years

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random headcanons i have for each om! character teehee

hi it's been a while since ive posted some hcs bc uni has been kicking my a$$! luckily i only have a few papers to tidy up and im done. here r some hcs for each obey me character that ive accumulated over the past few months wink wonk

most are random but some constants you'll find are what i think they smell like, languages they can speak (other than their native (demon/angel) and eng/jp), and music tastes !

lucifer

i have a strong feeling that he showers twice a day: in the morning after waking up and at night before going to bed

his cologne is probably the type that will last in an elevator for like a week after he uses it once. i dont think this mf ever smells like anything other than his cologne

has a secret folder on his phone of semi-nudes and other scandalous pics from when he felt sexy at the time omg

aside from demon language/eng/jp he can speak french and knows latin

listens to classical stuff yea but he also listens to diavolos mixtapes (re: diavolo's section)

not a fan of sweets but will eat sweet things when craving

really bland sense of humor...borderline cringey 😭✋🏻

mammon

has gone to google images and searched for "inspirational quotes tumblr" "gold aesthetic tumblr" & "relatable crush post tumblr" then reposts it onto his socials or just taps thru them and giggles bc he relates

his cologne doesnt last as long as lucifers and probably smells common. he has to reapply a lot but it's a people pleasing smell. it's cheaper hence the constant reapplying

he probably does have an expensive bottle but is the type to totally overspray...eek

he is canonically a car guy 🥲 and probably tells the one in his room good morning & good night + kisses the hood every once in a while. has tons of car magazines

he doesnt really speak other languages but has attempted to learn spanish before

listens to whatever is on the radio. doesnt rly stan anyone but he eventually will listen to mc's playlist and mc's playlist ONLY

levi

lurks on mc's socials ALL THE TIMEEEE like he will rewatch ur stories and scroll thru ur feed and overanalyze ur tweets/rts or blog posts. if ur mc isnt the type to use sns much he still googles ur name all the damn time just to find any sites u might be on fjdjdjdjskks

probably streams on whatever youtube or twitch devildom site equivalent there is, but only has like 40 or so followers. which he is okay with!

until he sees someone else who gets more attention than him. then the envy starts kicking in bad. especially if they suck 🧍🏻‍♀️

classic gamer boy smell. you know, sweat, tears, must, and (sometimes) axe deodorant. lucifer has to do a scent check before he goes out to any event & lets him use his cologne. how sweet!

kpop stan!! more girl groups than anything and his ults are probably GIRLS GENERATION, wonder girls, twice, loona, & red velvet

cried when ioi disbanded and refused to leave his room. the only thing u could hear was downpour on loop at full blast

can also speak korean & communicate in echolocation like dolphins 😏

satan

listens to country music you cant change my mind

smells like whatever environment he is in. he doesnt really have a designated smell just throws some deodorant on and goes about his day.

he's sooooo bad at driving...gets road rage way too often so his license has been REVOKED

but hes totally a backseat driver. needs to be sedated on long trips

do not let him watch finding nemo when luke asks to watch it. it's not worth it. he will cause mass destruction.

if he was a human or lived long term in the human world he totally has the ability to be a doctor

is studying as many languages as possible, but he mostly knows latin & french & german etc etc. wants to learn all the dead languages out of curiousity

asmo

dont think this mf has ever held down a relationship. ever

he doesnt compromise much & is not willing to change his lifestyle to fit an s/o into it. you keep up with how he lives or it just isnt meant to be (but dont worry! he'll eventually learn...maybe,,,,)

has the hardest time out of everyone when it comes to breaking bad habits

his smell varies bc he uses a variety of perfumes (whatever is the most popular at the time) but he probably sticks to floral and fresh scents. he never uses generic people pleaser scents like mammon

listens to electropop, mainstream pop, & some alternative rock

as for languages he too knows french, spanish, italian, etc. in general, if it's a romance language he knows it!

opposite of lucifer in the sense where he loves sweets and will refrain from eating too many bitter things

i think we all know that asmo is the biggest rockstar of the group! he's probably been in a boy band at least once, but now he makes his own music

has tried to teach mammon how to sing once. ended up in a broken piano and bleeding ears...

beel

i feel like he is SO SHY

like unless ur close to him he will not start conversations or anything

i think he listens to r&b a lot ! and jazz 😎 maybe rock as well

smells like ur typical athlete with undertones of wet wipes. he carries them around bc he likes to clean his hands before he eats & is prepared for when theres no sink nearby

he can drive and he drives really well. no rough turns, parallel parks perfectly, and never has problems with merging

driving with beel is probably really soothing. left hand is steering the other is gripping ur thigh 😫

dont think hes really fluent in any other language but hes probably semi fluent in korean because levi wanted beel to help him out

definitely know how to order food in practically every language tho HAHAHA

belphie

he reminds me of randall from monsters inc

smells kinda musty IM SORRY but not the way levi does hes more like the kind of musty u feel or smell when it's a shitty morning

but that's only because hes so lazy, when he cleans up hes like satan

has definitely murdered multiple people before. mc is not the first 😐✋🏻

with that being said belphie has been put into prison at least twice when visiting the human world, the mf had such a strong hatred for humans theres no way he never got into trouble before

lucifer probably broke him out and they used the pen thingies from men in black to erase everyones memory of that 🙄

dont think he listens to anything other than music that'll put him to sleep. really likes lazy song by bruno mars but thinks that bruno mars put too much effort into the song. should have been one acapella verse and then finish

similar to beel hes only semi fluent in one language, probably french bc of lucifer. doesnt remember much but knows a couple of lullabies and bedtime stories

the sandman used to be his bff until they drifted. they do, however, like and comment on each other's sns posts.

diavolo

once he found out who nicki minaj was he became her #1 stan

def an ariana grande stan too 😌

choreographs dances when hes stressed...idk just seems like a diavolo thing to do

also makes rly bad soundcloud rap music sometimes. turns to poetry when hes feeling emo but only lucifer knows this. barbatos is suspicious of him but doesnt have enough evidence to confirm.

his dad is like hudson abadeer from adventure time aka marceline's dad? something must have influenced him to want to unite the 3 realms + he would need the approval to do so, so his dad must be more chill than all the others before him 🧍🏻‍♀️ IDK ok anyway

currently going through his hamilton phase bc of mc. whether mc's intent was to get him hooked onto it or just to explain it bc of something he saw online, he tells everyone that he found out abt it bc of mc!

this man cannot drive his skills are only second to jumin han

not too fond of many languages but knows the widely spoken ones like spanish, mandarin, etc. if it's taught in high school he knows it

smells like a las vegas casino. not sure why but i feel like he does. but there's also an interesting & nice smell to him if he embraces you. it's a smell you cant quite identify. but it smells nostalgic, it's mysterious, and it's tempting.

barbatos

very calm demeanor but underneath hes WILD hes probably done everything at least once oof

he just has a lot of control and stability over himself (must be nice!)

on a more angsty note i feel like he might have had his heartbroken sO BAD IDK he is hurting and maybe that's why hes so willing to obey diavolo and not abuse his time lord power thingies bc he learned his lesson the hard way

mans is so smart he knows every language you could switch languages mid conversation with him and he wouldnt be thrown off. he'd probably start speaking it too.

BUT HE SPEAKS VIET P E R F E C T L Y

listens to the same stuff as lucifer but also likes eminem. likes the movie 8 mile but criticized it heavily

have you ever been to a chinese herb shop? naturally, he smells like that. his room probably smells like it too. he doesnt really have a significant smell like some of the others

when he bakes he smells like whatever hes baking tho

one of the few out of everyone listed to have been able to travel to literally everywhere

solomon

was probably on kitchen nightmares once, but only to get feedback from chef gordon ramsay. then he used his magic to prevent the episode from airing...

was in an orchestra, one of the best times of his life. played the violin. asmo watched him in the audience once, but didnt approach him until well after that performance.

he CANNOT sing. he can, however, rap.

doesnt listen to music. he listens to podcasts! but every now and then he turns on background music, but prefers it to be instrumental stuff

never wears sunglasses. also does not have a driver's license. cannot drive a regular car. could maybe fly an airplane.

due to his immortality he has learned almost every language to exist, but finds himself speaking mandarin the most. knows most dialects too

similar smell to barbatos but u can also smell some sunscreen on him too. like, generic beach day suncreen

he has a lot of pact marks, so he once had the idea to match foundation to his skin. it took him two weeks but he eventually perfected a combination. yes he will help u find ur perfect shade if u ask him to

simeon

another country music man. has also made a tiktok or two to that one song that goes "he cant even bait a hook." they are private tho

angel country music exists and simeon invented it

if he visits the human world and wears more causal clothing he probably tucks his shirt into his pants

wears a speedo at the beach i tell u, speedo at the beach

he can speak german...i can feel it

uses his pointer finger to type and holds the phone like 2 inches away from his face so sometimes his nose will push a key hence all his typos

has no signature smell. he simply smells like your favorite scent all the time. if multiple people are around him at once, everyone smells a different smell. it's pretty rad

"what does he smell like to himself?" u may be asking. hmm...a church? 💀

luke

his first pet was a goldfish and a few months before the exchange program happened, he was given a koi pond!

secretly likes hanging out with levi sometimes just to play with henry. makes him miss his pet fish back home

so his favorite movie is probably finding nemo and he threw a fit when nemo touched the butt

luke is probably learning german bc of simeon, though he'd like to learn more of the dead languages just for fun

i dont think he listens to music often or has any preferences, he just listens to whatever is playing on the radio

but he finds himself listening to the music mc listens to

smells like freshly baked goods all the time. or fresh laundry. but like, not combined. just depends on the day

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miyaniacs · 4 years

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Osamu x fem.reader

yeah so I felt like writing this ... uhm yeah .. idk if anyone of you needs to hear this rn ... if so let me say : you're perfect, your body is beautiful in it’s own way. And yes in this one shot I wrote a fem reader with small boobs - yet small is totally different - I myself having D cups most of the time ( or C or E it really depends) feels as if mine are too small all of sudden due to what? I really don't know - yet we all have those random thoughts that come out of nothing and stick in your head.

so again. please don’t listen to them. For you, you may look ugly, yet other don't see it. we’re just extremely over critical with ourselves.

warnings: body image issues

Osamu x fem.reader, having issues with their appearance

Getting home from your Shopping Trip you drop your bags and put off your shoes. You’re pretty happy with today’s finds - especially your new bra. Black, slightly lacy and besides the sexy stuff it’s also really comfy - a true 10/10 !

Looking at the bra, which’s currently in your hands, you get an idea. Your boyfriend Osamu isn’t home yet ... so why not surprise him?

You walk into the bedroom you go through your drawer to find a cute matching pair of panties - finally finding the right pair you strip off your clothes and put on the set.

You smile and decide to mess with him even more.

Taking your phone you open snapchat.

When Osamu comes back home he expects you to be lounging around on the couch playing animal crossing or scrolling through TikTok - at least that’s what he expects.

Sadly he‘s greeted with non of that - instead he hears soft snobs out of the bedroom.

Already alarmed he drops everything and rushes over to you, stopping in front of the door he remains silent and looks through the slightly open door.

Standing in front of the mirror you‘re still looking at yourself. Your phone is in your hands and you go though the pictures.

Looking at them you look back at the mirror.

Do I really look like that?

Is my body really so ... so ugly?

With a disgusted look on your face you pinch your stomach, grabbing it. The sides, the front and again the sides.

Putting your phone away you place your hands on both sides of your waist, forming fists and pushing them backwards, trying to shift your ‘fat’ - trying to imagine how you’d look like with a smaller waist.

A waist that’s smaller than your hips ... well more like smaller than your way too small boobs - too small in your opinion.

God why am I so ugly.

What happened?

Why haven’t I noticed earlier that I get fatter and fatter.

Why am I so miserable ?!

The cute bra now looks wrong and ugly, only pronouncing your non proportional body - well non proportional based on societies I realistic body standards for women.

Tears start rolling down your cheeks again and that’s when Osamu had enough.

Stepping inside the room you immediately turn around shocked that you haven’t heard him coming back home.

You open your mouth trying to explain the whole situation - playing it down obviously.

“No don’t talk.” He says and in a matter of seconds your pulled against his chest. While his strong arms tightly wrapped around your, he places a kiss on your hair.

Tears start to form again and he pulls you even closer. “It’s okay baby, it’s okay.” He whispers and stokes your back with one hand, the other rests on the back of your head, while you cry into his chest.

Calming down a bit, you finally bring yourself to ask what’s on your mind the past hours. “How? How can you - can you find me attractive?” He pulls away a bit looking directly into your eyes. “And don’t say something about my personality now. I simply mean physically.” You add.

Blinking a few times he opens his mouth and closes it again and again ... and again.

“How? How can I not?” He finally brings out.

“Well... it’s not hard not to.” You mumble and look down on yourself.

“Why? Because you don’t have ‘the right curves’?” He asks slightly annoyed.

“Yes...- sorry for annoying you I’m fine now.” You say now embarrassed and afraid that you annoyed him with your stupid break down.

“No no - I’m not annoyed of you - I’m annoyed at the media for saying you’re only attractive as a women when you have a specific body type. It’s just stupid. What’s wrong with women having smaller boobs, or not a KimK ass. Or not having an unrealistically small waist. OR THE OPPOSITE - ffs even those with a ‘perfect body’ still aren’t perfect because media invents a new standard every few seconds. It’s just stupid and I’m so annoyed and angry and sad that a beautiful women like you stands in front of the mirror crying because of her appearance.”

He takes your hands in his and puts them to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

“Baby. I think you’re beautiful. I don’t care about the size or shape of your boobs. I also don’t care if you’re ‘beautiful’ based on the norms set for women. You’re beautiful in my eyes. Beautiful and extremely hot - and my first thought seeing you in this” his eyes rest on the bra, “I definitely knew what I’m going to have for dinner tonight.” He smirks and leans down kissing you, playfully biting your lower lip.

“Also... those,” he grabs the ‘fat’ right over your hipbones, “Are called love handles for a reason. What should I grab when you’d loose them? It’s really the perfect thing to grab - during cuddles obviously- don’t get the wrong idea baby.” He smirks and kisses your cheek.

“Samu ... I - I - uhm..” you stutter but he turns you around, his hands rest on your hips and his chin on your shoulder.

“Do you know what I see?” He asks looking at the two of you in the mirror.

“...my answer probably isn’t what you want to hear..” you laugh awkwardly.

“Yeah probably- so what I see : I see a beautiful young women, that already came so far in her life. You have goals, you have dreams and you try your best to archive them. And when your best isn’t enough, you got me, your family and your friends to support you and help you get over it until you can stand on your own feet again. And the second I saw you for the first time I was already amazed by how beautiful you are. I was immediately attracted to you - and the attraction only grew over time. Babe seriously- I’m horny 24/7 for you. Omg every morning when you try to reach the upper cupboard and your shirt lifts and I can see your lacy panties? Why do you think I started showering AFTER breakfast?.” He chuckles and kisses your shoulder. “And now... even though this is an serious topic - looking at you wearing this lingerie... you do things to me.” His hands wrap around your waist and he presses your body on his own, showing you what he meant with ‘things’.

“Now... before you say anything more ... let’s get rid of those beautiful lingerie since it makes you feel so ... uncomfortable.” He says and begins kissing your neck.

@saucysamu

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diarybutablog · 4 years

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Yesterday I had an amazing day!

I’m sorry I didn’t post anything since May but I really felt like I didn't had time to post anything and many things happened and I'll try to write the most important things in the other posts and now I'll try to say what happened yesterday.

The day before yesterday my father told me and my brother to got to sleep before midnight so we could wake up early. He wanted to go with us on a trip to Brighton because i wanted a comic from a Graphic Novel Shop that was there near the train station and also go somewhere to eat. Yesterday I woke up at 11 AM and he wanted to go with us on 10 AM… ALRIGHT. He opened our door to our room (i live with my younger brother in the same room in UK) and just said "So we're not going to Brighton?". To which i responded "Hello :>"… I guess he didn't like that because he just closed the doors. I waited in my room scrolling through Reddit on my laptop and seeing the same jokes reused with different images. I saw a meme where someone said the if you add Mr Bean to anything it will automatically become funny. It was so stupid that I felt weird because I wanted to chuckle for a moment when I saw this stupid picture.

Suddenly 12 AM came on a clock and I decided to dress up. After I did that I went and washed my hair. I think I was washing it for really long because I came out of the bathroom an hour later. I decided to go to the main room.

It’s not living room because it’s too small.

My dad was as always on his phone on Facebook when I came out of bathroom and I told him that I am hungry so I made myself two toasts, one with butter and pate, and the second with pepper cream. I ate them and drank some soda. My stomach hurt because I don’t usually drink sodas. Anyways, my dad told me that we could go together without my younger brother because he's asleep, so we did. My dad bought 4 tickets for us. Each one of us had one for return and one for going onward. My dad was telling me to keep the tickets somewhere like my right back pocket so i won't lose it heh. When we were riding we discussed Poland and UK as well. After the gossip about horror and thriller movies we arrived. First we went on an expedition to find the Graphic Novel Shop to buy me a comic book but so we were walking and walking and… we found it.

(Kinda i did it because my dad was totally lost)

I was broke but my dad had some to buy me a gift up to 20 pounds. I was searching around and found some cool comic books like the ones about Scott Pilgrim and based on D&D. Also i saw the 13th volume of a series called Giant Days which chapters are called troubles.

(I don't know why they call them troubles heh)

After searching for a while i noticed the comic section called LGBT and i wanted to check if something interesting was there AND THERE WAS! I really liked She-Ra and the Princesses Of Power and I noticed a book written by it’s creator Noelle Stevenson which is called The Fire Never Goes Out: A Memoir in Pictures.

It’s basically her diary but she adds her doodles and thoughts to it. I highly recommend it to anyone and I think I might do a Twitter thread describing my day but that’s not important now and probably won’t happen. I also saw a little comic book that was about tweets from our lovely Donald J. Trump but ilustrated as satirical pictures.

Basically boomer humor.

I showed it to my dad and he told me kindly that he wasn't interested in buying that for himself or for anyone. After that me and my dad came out of the store and we went to get something to eat for dinner but… my dad wanted to buy a bag and something to put a gift in. We were walking around the stores and he was stopping like every 5 SECONDS to check the next store and see if they sell something to put a gift in. We entered the Pride Shop or something like that and I wanted to buy the mug that was on the exhibition which presented Batman and Superman kissing. Also I was looking at the pride flags and pride pins but I didn’t give any signs about them to my dad because I don’t want him yet to know that I’m trans, or I think I am. When my dad was coming to these shops, I was coming with him to some of them, but if I wasn’t I was just standing outside waiting for for. In one of them there was a Moomins Handbag which I really wanted but my dad told me that he only would buy it if it costed up to 3 pounds but it was worth 8 so I didn’t get it… When I left the Moomins Handbag store I heard and saw two goth kids coming right beside me and I only heard them say that the girl in this conversation had a Moomin faze and collected everything related to Moomins…

Does that mean that I’ll become a goth kid as well?

We were looking for a place to eat for a couple of minutes and I noticed a place where last year I saw a dude that was playing drums very nicely and it was cool to listen to him. We didn’t stay there for long because we still went to the restaurant to eat something but before we went there a random lady gave FREE COOKIE ICE CREAM to us! While I was walking I held my book without it’s cover because it’s pink and I don’t really wanna go out with pink stuff because I feel like I am showing too much of my secret side with this color. Me and my dad ate these ice creams before we went inside the restaurant but my dad got angry because instead of physical menu to pick up we had to scan the QR code but he was too much NOT FRIENDS WITH TECHNOLOGY that he just came out of the restaurant and I went after him. We were walking and found a pizzeria that we went to last year and ordered two pizzas. Before we got our pizzas we got plates filled with olives, potatoes with onions and cream, eggplant parts and some weird green vegetable.

(Probably a zucchini slices)

Also I got apple juice with 4 ice cubes in it and my dad got one beer like a dad. We were eating our pizzas peacefully and suddenly something amazing happened. A obese young adult lady with red dyed hair FUCKIN’ stole my pizza and tried to run away… and she did, but one of the stuff workers chased her and saw her coming into another pizzeria and… did the same thing, but the whole thing wasn’t only STEALING MY PIECES but also taking someones pizza slice and throwing it at them, scratching one of the stuff ladies arm and when leaving this pizzeria blocking the exit doors and not letting the stuff member that was chasing her leave the restaurant. Instead of being sad because someone took my pizza I started to laugh under my nose quietly so others wouldn’t notice. My dad only saw my smirk and asked me if I feel alright and I said „I think it’s the most entertainment I had in UK so far”. I think I kinda understand why this woman took MY piece of pizza. It was probably because me and my dad sat on the seats next to the exit so it was easier for the crazy lady to take something that was near exit than at the back of the restaurant. One of the stuff members came and told us „I’m sorry but these FUCKING… I mean stupid people will not bother you anymore”. After that she left with the rest of my pizza and gave me a new one FOR FREE! I ate the one piece and we asked the stuff to help us pack the pizza to take it outside so they gave us a pizza box to take with us. My dad before coming out of the store with me asked the Scratched Girl if everything is fine and she said that it’s just a scratch and also asked where were we from, so my dad said „We’re from Poland” and she said „Well… I’m from Russia”. I have no idea what was the rest of their conversation but my dad made a joke that the EASTERN EUROPE was being attacked. If I was good from history I would make a historical joke or a meme now, but I’m not… so not joke for today. Before we left police came to check if everything was ok, but they weren’t stopping us from leaving so we… left. On the way back we were looking at the city of Brighton and right at the train station my dad checked if he had his train ticket and… IT WAS GONE! My dad started to panic but had an idea how to fix this problem. He took his ticket receipt and tried to show it to the woman that was standing next to the ticket receiver. Surprisingly it worked and we waited for our train. When our train came my dad wasn’t sure if it was the right one so he asked me to ask the conductor if we’re in the right one and he said that we were in a right one.

TONGUE TWISTER

When we were heading back to Hastings I decided to start reading Noelle’s book. It was very touching and nice to read. When we arrived to Hastings I was on the 132nd page and I had to close it for a moment and when we came back home I needed to use a toilet and also I used this situation so I could continue reading this amazing book. I finished the entire 194 paged book in a day but everyone probably would do that. After finishing reading it I wanted to tell my friends about my day because I think it was great. After telling some of my friends how was my day I decided to eat my supper and watch with my dad the second episode of Beastars. My dad did like this episode and the whole show. We watched it because we made a small tradition while I am in UK. One day I read one chapter of one of my Warrior Cats books, and the other day we watch a singe episode of Beastars. After all of that I decided to sit and write my day down as a Tumblr Blog post.

Thank you for reading my summery of my day. 08.08 was an amazing day I probably won’t forget because of this post and maybe because I told my friends about this. As I said I'll try to post tomorrow how my other days have been because there’s so much stuff I wanna get off my chest.

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The Joker x Reader - “John Wick” Part 3

Y/N left The Organization 3 years ago for the one reason strong enough to make her settle down: love. But after tragedy crushed her to pieces, she decided to leave The Joker and seek refuge with an old friend and mentor - John Wick. Needless to say The King of Gotham can’t accept his wife running away without a word, especially since he didn’t have a chance to tell her things she might want to hear.

Part 1 Part 2

The Joker listens at the bedroom’s door, impatient to have a conversation with you. It seems you are engaged into a fervent phone call with Winston and figured he shouldn’t interrupt.

“Please, anything you can discover would be a great help! U-hum… U-hum… Thank you,” and you hang up, which queues your husband to walk into the room.

You completely ignore him, scrolling through the numerous text messages you sent to your connections; several are already answering back and hopefully you can get some news soon. The more people are involved into the project, the more chances to find Kase and untangle the mystery of what happened to him after he was removed from the car.

“You left me there,” The Joker sneaks in and closes the door behind him. “Luckily we had Wick with us so he gave me a ride.”

No reaction. He takes a deep breath, trying to get your awareness.

“I didn’t sleep with Evelyn; sex wasn’t the reason why I kept visiting her. I know how that asshole made it sound and he was totally out of line!”

You quickly glance at him, busy replying to Ares since you feel you’re going to explode soon.

“The only skill I was interested in is the fact that she is an excellent painter and a popular art smuggler, OK?” J raises his voice, sort of annoyed you neglect to participate into his monologue. “I did not cheat, alright?” he approaches his wife. “First of all: I’m VERY picky! Second of all: why would I want a woman everyone else had?! I don’t like used toys. Third: nobody’s been polishing my gun as you tastefully addressed the issue! I have one Queen and I married her!!”

A little bit of doubt in your eyes and he utilizes the opportunity.

“You said you saw me going to her house? I did! The Bowery King asked if it was for the last 6 months? Yeah, I did! You know why?!”

At least now The Joker got your attention: you play it cool but he guesses you’re torn apart by his confession.

Many unfortunate events crammed in lately and hating the man you love made life infinitely more unbearable.

“Why…?” you barely muster the strength to inquire and he sees it as a possibility to mend a few broken pieces; although you can hide your emotions well, J can still read between the lines.

Maybe that’s why he answers with another question:

“Do you realize there are just three Monet paintings in circulation on the black market in the entire world? You admire his work and it took a lot of effort and a substantial fortune to acquire The Water Lily Pond painting. Evelyn Black helped with the transaction, then I had her make some modifications to the original masterpiece.”

You keep staring at The King of Gotham, uncertain about the stuff being tossed your way: is he lying or telling the truth?... In your line of work translating feelings is a huge part of the job; ultimately you had the best mentor to teach you the ropes when you started with the organization: none other than the legendary Baba Yaga. Despite his reputation and to your own amazement, John was one of the few hitmen with integrity and perfectly mastered the aptitude of not being a jerk. Such a rare gem… And blissfully unaware of it himself.

On the opposite end, The Joker is a jerk and flawlessly acquainted with his own “captivating” personality that made you fall in love with him anyway.

Also, doesn’t appear to be deceitful for the moment.

And you despise yourself even more for wanting to believe him.

“What… modifications?...” you throw him a bone and J is definitely not going to pass on the alternative of explaining his actions.

“I wanted to surprise you so I took advantage of Miss Black’s capabilities in the art field; I had her add small images to the authentic canvas: an evolution of you being pregnant, the nine frames culminating with a tenth: the new mother holding our son. Similar to a timeline,” he emphasize and you look intrigued, which might be a positive sign. “Needless to say it was tedious, difficult work, especially because she had to apply special pigments you can’t find at every corner of the street. Apparently you can’t mix old paint with contemporary shades, thus I had to order aged, special colors from Italy, Spain and France. That’s why I went to her place so often: I had to supervise the long process and make sure it turns out astonishing. Then…” and The Joker pauses,”…Kase was gone and I didn’t know what to do with my gift: bring it home or not? Would you have loved it? Would it make you sadder? I continued to drive to Evelyn’s and glare at the stupid painting for hours, undecided on what to do…”

J watches you bite on your cheek, then straightens his shoulders as you utter the words:

“… … … You ruined a genuine Monet?”

Your spouse might be a smooth talker when needed, yet he’s not wasting his versatility on this statement:

“I didn’t ruin it; I made it better!”

Silence from both parties. A good or bad omen? Hard to decipher the riddle with two individuals tangled into a relationship that somehow worked despite countless peculiarities meant to keep them apart.

“I have to talk to Jonathan,” you finally mutter and The Joker steps in front of you.

“Talk to me!”

“Unless you know the exact location of the suitcase full of gold coins he’s been safekeeping for me, I really have to speak to him. Or do you want to hammer the whole basement searching for it?”

Y/N walks out of the bedroom and J lingers inside, evesdropping on the conversation happening downstairs. He can’t understand the chat, but you are probably notifying John about the details your husband left out.

Might as well join the party, therefore The Clown pops up in the living room with a plea impossible to refuse:

“Hey Wick, can I stay here? I don’t care if you say no, I’m not going to leave.”

Your friend crosses his arms on his chest, focusing on the random topic:

“How could I deny such a polite request? Of course you can stay Mister Joker; my house is your house.”

You’re watching the free show unamused; usually it would make you smile…now you lack the depth for such connotations.

“Don’t get smart with me, Wick!” J growls and Jonathan pushes for a tiny, unnecessary quarrel.

“I’m not; although generally speaking, I fancy considering myself a smart guy.”

The Joker opens his mouth and you’re not in the mood for whatever the heck they’re initiating:

“I’m going to pump, then after you dig out the suitcase I’ll take half to the Bowery King,” you announce your plans to them.

“You can do that and rest; I’ll deliver the coins,” John immediately offers. “I can stop by Aurelio’s car shop and ask for his collaboration: he has a lot of associates, doesn’t hurt to get him involved. You have plenty of gold.”

“I have two more suitcases in the Continental’s safe and two more at The Penthouse. It doesn’t matter if it’s all gone as long as I can find my son.”

“I know gold coins are preferred; don’t forget we have a lot of money too,” J reckons with spite.

Is he reminding you or Jonathan?...

*************

Your husband spent the last hour in the garden, talking and texting with a lot of people; needless to mention he’s capitalizing on his network also. Winston disclosed Stonneberg’s contract is still opened, meaning the son of a bitch is out there; you have to scoop him before anybody else does.

“Y/N…” The Joker tiptoes in your quarters. “I thought you were taking a nap,” he huffs when he sees you at the edge of the bed.

You glare at the vial on the nightstand, sharing your idea for a future you wish will come true:

“I didn’t have my medicine in two days; I won’t take it anymore because if we get Kase back… I will nurse him. It all goes in the milk and I want to be able to feed my baby… Do you think his little heart is still beating?...” you sniffle and J is currently debating on a clever response since his mind is blank; one could deduce messing up is encoded in his DNA, but on such a huge scale… well, it gives new interpretations to the term even for him.

The grieving woman seeking reassurance for their loss is trying to make sense of the pointless occurrences that lead to Kase being an innocent victim and The Joker can’t render clarification: he has no clue why he asked her to marry him and why she said yes, it’s not that he’s husband material or a family man. Perhaps Y/N thought he could be… just enough to get by, that’s why she accepted his proposal.

Most women would have cringed at the concept. Most women. Not Y/N.

Most women would have flinched at the notion of having his baby. Most women. Not his wife.

Above all, she trusted J with their son and he treated the three weeks old like a trinket: didn’t drive him home because he had an important meeting, didn’t bother to assign escorting cars nor extra security. The King of Gotham took his child’s safety lightly and it definitely had severe consequences. Too late now to fix past mistakes... but he can attempt.

“You’ll be able to nurse him, OK?” he sits by you and hands over his cell. “Can you enter your phone number in here? Or am I not allowed to have the present digits?”

You’re hesitant and he slides the screen while you hold the gadget.

“Lemme help you,” The Joker sarcastically mumbles. “It should be the first on my list, right where the old number you canceled was.”

You exhale and fulfill his demand out of pure frustration when he squeezes in a second innocent petition.

“Chose my avatar.”

You grunt at his rubbish, scrolling through his folders for a picture anyway; J hopes the largest file will get your attention and that’s the point. How could Y/N miss it?!

Entitled “Baby”, the humongous cluster of pics contains 5,723 items. You open it quite absorbed by its size; what’s more puzzling is the collection depicting Kase’s ultrasounds, hundreds of frames with you being pregnant taken without you knowing: there’s a few when your ankles were so swollen you had to sleep with your feet up on 4 pillows, others with you munching on strange food you craved, more with you in the shower focused on your bump, a decent amount of couple selfies when you were sleeping and J had to immortalize the moment without waking you up and approximately 1,500 images of the newborn.

“You didn’t gross me out when you were pregnant,” The Joker reminds a teary Y/N. “Not sure why you would believe such aberration...” he pulls you on his knees and yanks the phone away, tossing it on the nightstand. “I would also like to underline I didn’t have an affair with Miss Black, alright?”

J lifts your chin up, forcing to look at him.

“Let’s put it this way: why would I fuck around with another woman when I have a wife at home that wants to kill me on a regular basis, hm? Where would the fun be? I mean, she didn’t pull the trigger yet but it’s exciting to hope she might. You know me: I’m a sucker for thrills!”

“Do I?”

“Huh?” J steals a kiss and you frown at his sleekness.

“Know you?”

“Yeah,” the green haired Clown acts composed while in fact his feathers are ruffled. Before you catch onto it he has to ultimately admit: “I’m sorry I didn’t drive the car… I should have…”

The Joker holds in his breath when your arms go around his neck very tight.

“I’m suffocating…” he grumbles. “I can’t tell if you’re trying to hug me or choke me to death,” J keeps on caressing your hair, prepared to block your attack in case you’re actually in killing mode.

This is the excitement he was speaking about: with you, one could never know until it’s a done deal.

“I bumped into Magnus at the Continental,” you give him a bit of space to inhale much needed air and The Joker is surprised at your revelation. “I had no idea about his scheme, otherwise I would have skinned him alive right on the hotel grounds! I wouldn’t have cared about the consequences!”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” J cuts you off and he can tell you’re getting mad; maybe you think he doesn’t give a damn but the reason is simple. “You would’ve been declared excommunicado for murder on neutral ground and I don’t want my wife to be the target of such punishment from the company she so proudly retired from. I need my partner!”

The King of Gotham touches your forehead with his as you whisper:

“I hate you!”

“Mmm, regarding this true love affirmation, I’m gonna need you to take a break from detesting me until we have Kase, then you can despise me full throttle again. Deal?” he extends the palm of his hand and you reluctantly shake it, not realizing you’re reacting to his nonsense. “Is that a smile?” J returns the favor with one of his creepy silver grins.

“No.”

“Liar,” he pecks your lips and can’t explain the weird feeling in his heart when you kiss him back.

*************

Jonathan enters the house and becomes suspicious after a few minutes: too much silence.

Omg! Did you and The Joker engaged into a brawling that ended up badly? Did you end each other?!

John frantically runs to the garage, nervous to see your car and J’s are still parked inside. Shit!

“Y/N?” he shouts, concerned about your fate; The Joker’s… irrelevant. Nobody in the garden, patio is empty also. Downstairs is deserted thus he rushes upstairs to your room. The door is not completely shut and he slowly pushes it, knocking.

“Y/N? Can I come in?”

The first thing he notices are clothes scattered on the floor, then he halts his movement at the sight of Y/N and her husband dozing off on the bed sideways: the naked bodies are covered with a blanket, but he can tell you’re snuggled in J’s arms.

Jonathan steps backwards, guilty of invading his guests’ privacy; he certainly didn’t expect to intrude in such a manner and softly closes the door, grateful it’s not what he feared.

You and The Joker are so worn out the sound of your phones vibrating on the nightstand doesn’t wake you from the deep sleep. Your numerous contacts keep replying back to the text messages, the most important one showing up on his cell: one of the people J reached to is Evelyn Black and the two sentence conversation lights up the screen.

“Let me know if you see Stonnenberg.”

“He’s here.”

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music-es-vida · 4 years

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SOULMATE AU - LUCAS/DOYOUNG

CHAPTER EIGHT

“Lucas, please- I can carry my phone by myself!” You complained, trying to snatch it back. He was holding it up out of your reach, and there was no way you’d be able to get it- jumping didn’t even help.

He was taking this ‘caretaker’ role too far.

“You’re already holding my books, why do you need to hold my phone too?” You yell, watching as a sly smile comes across his face all of a sudden.

He was joking.

“Here. Let’s go,” he says, handing you your phone back, before walking out of the apartment. You smiled and rolled your eyes.

“Jerk.”

At school, before Lucas left after dropping your things off on your desk, Doyoung offered to carry your things for you, so he wouldn’t have to.

“..That could work- most of your classes are closer to mine than his anyway,” you nod at Doyoung, but Lucas shakes his head. “Nah, I’ve got it.” He says, and you furrow your eyebrows at him. “Just let me carry them- it’s an inconvenience to you anyways.” Doyoung shrugs. “It’s not an inconvenience.. I don’t mind doing it.” Lucas says, crossing his arms.

“Or~ you could just let me carry my own things- since I still have this hand,” you interject, waving your right hand around. “No.” They both told you at the same time, giving each other weird looks afterwards.

You rolled your eyes.

You really didn’t see why they were making such a big fuss about this- you’d be totally fine without them, but they were acting like you were cripple or something.

Eventually you convinced Lucas to let Doyoung carry your things for you to your afternoon classes, and he’d still carry them to your morning classes. He didn’t want to agree to it, but he was about to be late for his class and had to go, so he couldn’t argue about it any longer.

...

During lunch, you considered sitting with Doyoung, but he was nowhere to be found. “He must eat lunch outside, under that tree,” You figured.

“What are you thinking about?” Lucas asks, making you look up from the blank space on the table you’d been staring at. “Hmm? -You.” You answer. “I should’ve known you were gonna say that,” he shakes his head with a grin.

“So how’d your date with Doyoung go the other day?” He asks, making you choke on your food. You’d forgotten you even told him about that. He laughed, reaching across the table to pat you on the back until you stopped choking.

Sometimes your own jokes backfired.

“It was great- he even met my mom.” “Really?” He asked, and you nodded. “He never asked me out for a second date though, so maybe he doesn’t like me,” you shrug, playing along. “Was it more fun than when you used to go out with me?” He asks, and you just stare at your plate.

“Enough about that- how’s the search for your soulmate going?” You quickly change the subject. “It’s been pretty crazy, actually.” He says, taking out his phone to show you something.

“As soon as I posted my soulmark, I got a bunch of DM’s from people that also have hearts for their soulmark, but none of them had the right color..” He says, scrolling through a ton of messages he’d gotten from a bunch of random girls.

You’d forgotten how popular he was, and that he was constantly being hit on. Of course people would jump at the chance to become his soulmate. It felt like he’d scrolled through a million messages from people sending him their soulmarks, before finally stopping at the top.

“I looked through every since one, but no one had the same shade of red as me- until the next day, when I checked my messages in the morning..” Lucas trails off.

“I found her.” He clicks on the top chat, showing you this girl named Isabella, who’d sent him a picture of her soulmark.

You took the phone from his hands to get a closer look at the picture.

You zoomed in on it, zoomed back out, flipped the phone upside-down.

No matter how you looked at it, it was clear that this girl was Lucas’ soulmate.

They had the same exact shade of bright red, and the same big heart. Their soulmarks were a perfect match.

Lucas watched as you studied the photo, trying to figure out what you were thinking.

You plastered a fake smile onto your face, handing the phone back to him, saying, “Wow. You actually found her.. That was quick.” He nods, with his eyebrows raised. You were happy for him, but it was bittersweet because you knew this meant you’d start seeing him less once those two got together.

“I know.. I’ll have to thank Ms. Thompson for the advice,” he says. “I don’t think that method would’ve worked for me.. I’m not as popular as you are,” you laugh bitterly, and Lucas pressed his lips into a thin line.

“So, when are you gonna meet her?” You ask, assuming they’d already planned that out. “This Saturday..” He answers. “Wow.. this is all happening so fast.” You think to yourself, nodding. “That’s nice..”

...

After lunch, you went to the bathroom, and Lucas told you he’d give your things to Doyoung, like he promised.

Lucas still wanted to carry your things himself, but he just went along with this since you insisted on it. “Here.” He said, handing your stuff over to Doyoung once he came in from outside. “Thanks-” He said, kind of struggling to hold your things along with his own textbooks and stuff.

As Lucas watched him struggle, he noticed that there was neon green on his wrist, under his sleeve. That same neon green color he’d seen on your wrist.

“What?!”

His eyes widened as he realized what he was seeing.

“Hey man, can I see your soulmark for a second?” Lucas asks, wanting to make sure he was seeing it right. Doyoung made a confused face before pulling down his sleeve for Lucas to see.

“Three neon green music notes! Just like Y/n’s… No way..”

“What? Have you seen my soulmate or something?” Doyoung asked jokingly, noticing the expression on Lucas’ face.

“..No.” Lucas hesitated to answer.

He wasn’t sure why he didn’t just tell the truth.

Maybe he just wasn’t ready to let you go yet. If he lied, maybe he’d have more time..

“It’s just.. That color.” Lucas makes a face. “Oh, I know right.. I don’t like it either, but it is what it is,” Doyoung shrugs, walking off to drop your things off at your next class.

Lucas watched as he walked away with a deep frown on his face. He really couldn’t believe Doyoung was actually your soulmate- especially when you had been so adamant about telling him that he wasn’t.

“Maybe she doesn’t even know..” Lucas mutters to himself, definitely not planning on telling you. “..If she did know, she would’ve told me,” he concludes.

This whole soulmark thing was making him realize that maybe he did have feelings for you. Why else would he care so much?

…

“I’m going back to the hospital to get my cast tightened.” You answered.

Lucas was asking what you were doing later today, wanting to ask if you wanted to see a movie or something. He wished things would go back to the way they were before you knew you two weren’t soulmates.

Especially after what he saw today after lunch.

It just bothered him that you were supposed to be with another guy.

“Sounds fun,” He says jokingly, and you roll your eyes. “Can I come?” He asks, stepping up onto the curb and walking alongside you as you walked on the sidewalk. “Actually, Doyoung’s taking me.” You replied, and Lucas stopped in his tracks. The image of Doyoung’s soulmark flashed back into his mind again.

“Oh.” “Yeah.. And he’s also driving me home today, since my appointment is in a few hours, so you don’t have to take me, okay?” “..Alright.” He said, and you turned to look up at him, noticing the change in his voice.

“You okay?” You ask him, when all of a sudden, Doyoung comes walking towards you guys.

“Hey Y/n, my car’s this way,” he said, pointing across the parking lot, and you nodded. Lucas begrudgingly handed your things over to Doyoung before leaving you with him to head to his own truck.

As you followed Doyoung to his car, you looked back at Lucas, wondering why he seemed down all of a sudden. “He was fine earlier today..”

Lucas was excited that he’d found his soulmate- he really wanted to believe what you said about change being a good thing, but he couldn’t stop thinking that- what if you were supposed to be the one.

What if the soulmarks got it wrong?

He just felt like he was being replaced all of a sudden, and he hated it.

…

In the car, Doyoung asked what kind of music you listen to, and you said that you listen to everything. “Well- everything except country music.. Can’t stand that.” “Ugh, me neither,” he shudders, deciding to put on some R&B.

You didn't really listen to this genre that much, but it was nice.

“So, that thing you told me the other day- about your dad’s soulmark changing.. How is that even possible?” He asks curiously. This was the first time he’d ever shown any interest in something having to do with soulmarks and soulmates.

You frowned, realizing that when you’d told him about this the other day- that you hadn’t given an actual explanation of what happened.

“Well.. before my dad got his soulmark, he was dating this girl- Melody, and they’d been best friends for a while, so of course they were expecting to be each other's soulmates. But once the marks came in, and they’d matched up with different people, they broke up to be with their soulmates.” You say, and Doyoung nods, just listening.

Already, this story was reminding him of how you and Lucas seemed to be.

He noticed how close you two were, but figured it was just a friendship.

“A few years had passed, and my parents got married and had me.. Soon after that, my dad said his soulmark had started to change. It started off as a red rose, but was changing into a pink one.. He later got a call from Melody, who’d said the same thing happened to her- that her mark had changed.. They matched each other now, like they probably should’ve from the beginning..” you trailed off, leaning onto your elbow as you stared blankly out of the window.

“What happened with your mom’s soulmark? Did she match up with Melody’s old soulmate- or?” “...No. Her’s disappeared.” You said in a somber tone, with a sigh.

Doyoung’s eyebrows raised in shock. He had never heard of this happening before. It sounded crazy.

“That’s crazy..” “Yup. But it’s my life.. We deal with it,” you shrug, turning the music up- to indicate that you didn’t want to talk about this anymore.

Doyoung took the hint and didn’t ask anymore questions about it.

Once you were home, he left your books and things in your room for you, and your mom offered to pay him gas money for taking you to your appointment. “I can’t accept that,” he shakes his head with a small smile. “Why not? I insist.” Your mom said, trying one more time to hand the money to him, but he refused to take it.

“Mom, he’s just doing what boyfriends ought to do, you don’t need to pay him,” you say with a sly smile. As expected, Doyoung blushed, rolling his eyes at you. “Alright, but I’ll find a different way to repay you,” she promises, thinking of inviting him back for dinner sometime or something like that. Doyoung nods, catching a glimpse of her left wrist as she moved her hair out of her eyes.

It really was blank. As if the soulmark were never there.

“How tragic..”

“Come on- we’ll be late if we don’t leave now!” You say, hurrying to the door, and you both head out to the appointment.

…

“Should I wait outside until this is done, or?” Doyoung asks, but the nurse responds with a shake of her head. “No, you can stay in here if you want. This won’t take too long.” He nods, walking across the room to sit in the chair that was in the corner.

“You brought that book?” You say, knitting your eyebrows together as he started reading. “Of course,” he replies, not even looking up from it. You smirk, before looking around the room at anything else- trying to get your mind off of the pain.

At least your shoulder had stopped hurting.

You squirmed around in pain as the nurses worked on your cast. They ended up taking it off of you, and leaving to get a new one.

“You okay over there?” Doyoung asks, noticing you seemed to be in pain. “Oh yeah- I feel great,” you say sarcastically, with a strained voice. He walks over, not sure how to comfort you. He’d never broken a bone in his life, so he had no idea how much pain you were in. Your wrist still looked pretty discolored from all the bruising.

“Ew- that’s disgusting.” He says, catching a glimpse of it, and you give him an annoyed look. “Sorry,” he laughs.

“My soulmark looks all discolored now!” You complain, seeing it for the first time in days. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at your wrist ever since it broke, because you thought the pain would amplify if you actually saw how bad it looked.

Doyoung nodded, taking a closer look at it.

“Wait.. are those-?”

“Okay Y/n, we have a new cast for you.. We got neon green to match your soulmark,” One of the nurses says with a smile as they walked back in. “Oh, how funny,” you said dryly at their sense of humor.

You didn’t notice how Doyoung’s mouth gaped open when he heard that.

“Y/n and I are soulmates?!”

He realized, making the connection that that was why Lucas had that look of familiarity on his face when he saw his soulmark earlier today.

“So he *did* recognize it.. Why didn’t he tell me?” He wondered to himself, before looking down at you. You smiled back up at him, not sure why he was staring.

He figured that you must not know about the soulmarks either.

Before telling you, he decided that he wanted to speak to Lucas about something he’d been wondering about for a long time.

“Does he like her? Is that why he didn’t say anything about it..?”

“All done!” The nurse said, and you could finally breathe again. It was so painful, but now it was over at least. “Let’s go,” you smiled up at Doyoung, and he slowly nodded- still deep in thought.

…

When you got back home, the sun was starting to set.

“So when is our next date?” You ask before getting out of the car. Now that he knew you two actually were soulmates, the jokes weren’t even funny to him. “..Uh- I don’t know, I’ll text you..” he says, sounding spaced out. You made a face, but then got out and left. “I wonder what’s up with him all of a sudden,” you shrug, walking up the steps to your apartment.

“Oh my- that was nice of them to give you a cast to match your soulmark.” Your mom says with raised eyebrows once she sees you walk in, and you roll your eyes. “They were trying to be funny,” you reply, “Who even knew casts come in this color.” You laugh.

“So, how was your day?” “..Normal, besides the fact that Lucas told me that he found his soulmate today.” Your mom’s eyebrows raise. “He did?” “Yup.” “Wow, that’s great.. So when do you plan on finding yours?” “Sometime after I get this cast off,” you say, waving it around. It annoyed you so much, but you decided to just be patient and wait for your wrist to heal before worrying about all the soulmate stuff again.

It was kind of nice not having to worry about it anyways.

…

In your room, you were mindlessly scrolling on instagram, when you’d come across Lucas’ post of his soulmark. You hesitated, but then pressed on the ‘likes’, and sure enough, that girl- Isabella had liked the photo.

“Should I insta-stalk her…? ..I probably shouldn’t..” You say to yourself, eventually clicking on her name anyways.

Her account was private, but you saw that Lucas followed her.

“..Dang, she’s pretty too..” You realize, just from seeing her profile picture.

So far, you counted that she had two advantages over you- she was probably a model, and she was his soulmate.

You still had one advantage over her, though- you’d known Lucas longer and already had some sort of relationship with him. Even if you two were just friends..

You shut off your phone and sat it beside you on your bed, with a sigh, staring up at the ceiling. Suddenly, there’s a knock at your door, and you hear your mother’s voice asking if she can come in.

“Yeah, you can come in..” “I was thinking.. And I probably was too harsh on your dad the other day at the hospital..” She trails off, taking a seat next to you, at the end of your bed. “I probably should’ve let him see you.. I was just hurt that day.. Hurt that he’d shown up to see you, but not one day over the past 17 years has he come to see me..” she mumbles.

“I’m sorry, that seems selfish of me to say, but-” “No, I get it. He really messed up.. He clearly wants to make up for it, though, because he texted me last week, asking to pay for my medical bill, and for the damages to the car..” “He did what?” “Mom, ..I think we should let him—” “No way! I don’t want him to think we owe him anything- and if we let him help pay, that’s exactly what he’ll think!” Your mom yells. “Does he really think he can just pay all our problems away? Does he think money will make up for all that he’s done to us?!” She continues ranting on, and you decide not to press any further about this.

You knew she’d react this way, but you had to bring it up at some point.

“The car situation is being handled, our insurance covered everything. Tell him not to worry about it..” She says in a calmer tone. And with that, she leaves your room.

You sigh, picking up your phone again, to text your dad.

He replies rather quickly, asking if you were sure that you didn’t want his help paying, and you said you were. Then he said ‘ok’, and asked when the next time you could come visit him again would be.

You told him you weren’t sure yet, but you’d check with your mom to see if this Saturday would be okay.

“Speaking of your mom.. Is she okay?” He texts back, and you frown. He must’ve been thinking about that night at the hospital. “She’s fine.” You reply back without giving any more details.

Eventually you told him ‘goodnight’, and drifted off to sleep.

Everything this year seemed to be changing…

You weren’t sure if you liked it.

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leejihoonownsmyheart · 5 years

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Messages from a Fool

Summary:

For April Fools, Jihoon decides to text a random fan and pretend not to be himself, only to reveal who he is at the end of the day. It’s good publicity, and a fun joke. What he doesn’t mean to do is like you so much and he especially doesn’t mean to make the joke a secret to everyone involved who it might affect and to not reveal it for an entire year, oops.

“This idea is stupid.”

Jihoon rolled over to his side lazily and raised an eyebrow at Seungkwan. Seungkwan who wasn’t even paying attention to Jihoon. He was just sitting and staring at his phone.

Ironic.

He tossed a throw pillow at Seungkwan and rested his head on the couches arm rest as he stared at the list of phone numbers before him.

“You’re just mad you didn’t think of it first,” he replied quietly. He scrolled through the different area codes, deciding purposely to choose someone from America to send a text to. He was expecting this prank to help him practice some english while he was at it. Vernon and Joshua would be proud if he was able to handle a text conversation with someone he didn’t know.

He chose three phone numbers to send separate texts to, but what to say… Ah, that was the question.

He was pretty sure that whoever he texted wouldn’t bother texting him back, assuming he was some weird-o. If they did respond, he honestly should probably be worried.

“You’re such an idiot don’t overthink it,” Seungkwan said, tossing the throw pillow that had been tossed at him not long ago right back at Jihoon’s face. “Just intro it with, hey it’s John how are you today?”

“Shut up,” Jihoon responded, giving Seungkwan a short glare. Seungkwan stuck his tongue out in response, but Jihoon just ignored it.

He had actually really liked that idea as an intro text…

He typed it out and sent it to all three phone numbers.

In America, it was a decent time, even though in South Korea is was way too late for any sensible person to be up, so when Jihoon got his first text back in only a few seconds, he couldn’t say he was entirely surprised. Of course, when he got to know you better in the future it only made more sense. You weren’t great at texting most of the time, but you never left an unknown number hanging.

‘I’m sorry, who is this? I don’t know any John’s lmao’

Jihoon rolled his eyes, but typed out his response anyways.

‘So i guess you aren’t Miley then?’

Your responses were nearly instantaneous: ‘Nah man, sorry to disappoint, I’m y/n.’

Jihoon rolled the fans name around in his head. He was sure he had heard it before… Y/n. You definitely followed his instagram. That was for sure.

Jihoon let his fingers hit a few letters on his keyboard thoughtfully before finally typing out a full response: ‘Well, in that case, sorry to bother you.’

Jihoon cursed himself quietly for the pretty final response thinking that you for sure wouldn’t respond to that message. He was pleasantly surprised to see your typing box pop up on his screen anyways.

Y/N: Hey don’t be too upset John. i know we just met and all but don’t let one bad date get you down!

A chuckle escaped Jihoon’s mouth.

So you were oddly positive. It was kind of adorable.

Jihoon: I wouldn’t dream of it

After some thought he added: ‘But, it is a little disheartening’

Y/N: Oh, i wouldn’t know tbh. I’ve never been on a real date before

Positive, and extremely naive it seems as well. After a quick google search to refresh himself about what tbh meant, Jihoon sent his response.

Jihoon: No? You must be unattractive

It took you a little longer to respond to that one, and for a small terrifying second, Jihoon worried that he had made a mistake teasing you like that. He didn’t know you at all but you were the only one who responded to his message so far, and it was unlikely that any of the others would respond either. He shouldn’t offend you if he ever wanted you to respond.

After a painfully long minute and a half your text bubble popped up onto his screen.

Y/N: John, if this is how you speak to women it is no wonder you got a fake phone number

Jihoon laughed.

Jihoon: I only say it cause I know that you can take it, I’m sure you’re a very attractive girl

Y/N: Oh I am, I make all the male moose go

You inserted a gif with that. A small image of a bald older man, making an ‘o’ with his mouth. Jihoon didn’t get the reference but before he could say that you added more.

Y/N: Honestly, no clue why that meme came to mind. I reference it a lot in my head and I have no clue why

Anyways, what are you like John?

I’m bored so if you’re down to chat with a stranger, let’s do it

You were possibly one of the stranger people that Jihoon spoke to that day.

He ended up getting responses from the other two numbers and by the end of the day he knew so much about you that it felt like you two had been friends for years.

You guys had an undeniable connection. He knew your name, and that you were a university student, and had found that despite being a total psycho you were rather chill. You were active on social media, and you had a plethora of friends, and you were obsessed with hogwarts houses and tumblr, and succulents, and it was absolutely adorable.

There was nothing wrong with the other fans that you had been talking to and quite honestly if anyone else was talking to you they probably wouldn’t think that you were that crazy special but the closer that Jihoon got to the end of the day, the less inclined he was to reveal himself to you. The other two he knew exactly how he was going to expose himself to. But you… he didn’t want to tell.

You were so open with him about yourself but not about anything too important. Just about classes and work and your friendships and about dumb stuff, and you asked Jihoon about dumb stuff too, and real stuff as well. Even so, if you were about to ask something sensitive you were careful to preface it with if you don’t mind me asking.

In the few moments in which Jihoon had been genuinely stressed that day, looking at a text from you had made him feel so much better.

He enjoyed talking to you.

He didn’t want to stop talking to you.

So… He resolved not to.

He kept telling himself that at some point he would stop. One day he would tell you that he wasn’t some guy named John from America who just stayed up weird hours. One day he would admit that he had been mostly lying about his identity and was actually an idol. One day he would admit that the only reason he had ever texted you was as a joke.

But his english was improving like crazy and the longer he waited the more inappropriate it was to come out with the truth, and he knew how much you cared about honesty even though you lied a lot about certain things, and he didn’t want you to get mad at him.

So hours before telling you turned into days, which turned into weeks, which turned into months, which turned into…

Y/N: So, we’ve been friends for a year

Jihoon: And you aren’t passing math? How the heck, are you managing that you’re so smart

Y/N: shut up John, when do I get to meet you

Jihoon: Meet me?

Y/N: Yes john

You’re my best friend and I’ve never even seen a picture of you

Jihoon: Oof

Y/N: big oof

Jihoon had picked up some slang from talking to you and he was pretty good at it now. From your end it went silent, which honestly concerned Jihoon a bit. He knew the topic of meeting up was a bit of a sore spot for you. You were a touchy affectionate type of person who liked hugs more than you would admit. So you really wanted to meet Jihoon.

But of course Jihoon couldn’t let that happen.

He groaned and rolled over wishing that this whole situation were easier. He hated when things were this complicated, and at least normally he could just blame the other party, but in this instance he couldn’t do that.

This issue was all completely and undeniably his own fault.

He was in the US. He was even in your state, and tomorrow… He had time to go see you. They were being given a small break during the tour, and this was the perfect opportunity for him to see you, but that of course meant exposing himself as one of your idols.

Before he could contemplate more, Jihoon’s phone buzzed. He pulled it back out and saw your name on the screen. He smiled.

Y/N: Anyways, tomorrow my brother is doing a school play, and while I’m glad to support him I’m big sad that I’m missing a concert so I can see all of the shows

Jihoon smiled. He knew your brother was in a school play, and he was super impressed that you were so dedicated to a sibling that hadn’t even been that nice to you growing up. He was in high school too. Going to every show was pretty excessive, but that was just the sort of person you were he supposed. So considerate.

She’ll understand, Jihoon reminded himself. You wouldn’t be too mad if he just explained the situation well. You were a simple person, that was one of the reasons he liked you so much dammit, why was he making this so complicated and awkward?

Jihoon: That sucks :( what concert?

It took you a second to respond to that message. The bubble kept popping up and disappearing.

Y/N: Well, you already know I’m into kpop I suppose. Seventeen is having a concert here and I’d give anything to see them

Jihoon’s heart pounded a little in his chest.

Jihoon: Seventeen is the big group right?

Y/N: Yeah, my favorite member is the small one uwu

Jihoon’s face reddened but before he could say anything you sent another message.

Y/N: Don’t tell him I said that, he doesn’t like it when his size is mentioned

Not that you would ever actually meet him lmao

If he got to meet you before I got to meet you I’d be pretty mad

Jihoon sighed.

You were pretty persistent about getting to meet him.

He wished he could say it wasn’t a fair request.

Jihoon: Tell your brother to break legs for me, I’m going to sleep

Y/N: Ah boo, it’s so early. You usually stay up later then this

Jihoon: Good night Y/N

Y/N: Good night

The next day Jihoon found himself standing in front of a high school in the middle of the day wondering what the hell he thought he was doing. Sure, in retrospect, maybe he could justify this in his head. The you in his head would be totally delighted to see him too, and would know as soon as you saw him that he was there for you.

But you were more rational than that.

Agh, how should he play this?

He considered sitting down on the pavement and thinking over this whole dumb ordeal again when he heard a surprised yelp come from behind him. He turned around and saw a small black dog racing over towards him, looking pretty mischievous.

“I promise she’s friendly!” Was the last thing Jihoon heard before the bundle of energy started to attack.

She was a nice dog, but it was clear that she was a little hyperactive at the moment. She kept jumping up and down on him, accidentally hurting him with the pads of her paws as she did. He realized what she was trying to do after a moment and began to play her game. He dodged her next jump which made the puppy stop, jaw halfway open, staring at him like she was surprised that he had realized what she wanted.

With this view of the still dog, Jihoon could tell she was an average sized dog, with a blue collar on, but no leash. Jihoon smiled and got to his knees.

“Come here,” he said pleasantly. The dog dropped her defensive mode and began to eagerly wag her tail as she walked into his arms letting him pet her.

“I’m so sorry! I swear she is usually way better behaved and she stays by my side when I ask her too!”

Jihoon shook his head.

“Oh, it’s okay,” he responded, matching the strangers english. “She seems very friendly.”

Jihoon looked up at the person speaking when all of the breath left his lungs.

He had seen picture after picture of you, and he practically knew your facial features by heart. He hadn’t realized it was possible but you looked even more stunning in person.

You were distracted by your dog pretty quickly. Chiding it off handedly for being disobedient. Jihoon didn’t know how he didn’t initially recognize the dog. You had sent numerous pictures of it to him, and he had always imagined he would be able to spot you two in a crowd but in reality he had been distracted by his own thoughts to make the connection.

Either way this was it. This was his chance to tell you everything to explain the truth.

“Y/N,” Jihoon started uncertainly. You stopped what you were doing to slowly lift your head up. Your eyes met and a puzzled expression crossed your features. Jihoon could see the recognition click but there was a hesitation in it.

Jihoon regretted his decesion as soon as he made it, so he decided to play off of your uncertainty instead of just coming out with it.

He decided to try and catch you off guard by murmuring the only chinese he knew. That did seem to catch you off guard, at first, so Jihoon decided to continue with it hoping he could remember some key phrases that he had heard Minghao use before. He was able to say something about not really knowing English, and ducked his head a little, adding something about the sun being bright.

When you didn’t respond right away he lifted his hand and said a quick farewell. He turned away from you and began to walk away, trying to play it cool. He was sure he had gotten away with it too.

You knew the difference between Korean and Chinese, so maybe, hopefully, the different language would mean you didn’t even recognize him as Jihoon. Then he didn’t really have to lie to your face about knowing you.

That was when his phone began to ring. He was surprised at first, maybe one of the boys was looking for him but he was even more surprised when he saw the caller id. He pressed his lips together firmly, staring your name spelled across his screen.

He didn’t answer the call, he just let it ring, standing still in the middle of the sidewalk until the phone stopped vibrating in his hand.

“So it is you then,” you called after him. Jihoon turned around, letting his phone wielding hand drop to his side.

“How did you know?” He asked weakly, switching his language back to english. He unhooked the face mask from one of his ears to expose his face.

“It was just a hunch I guess. I didn’t really expect it to pan out the way it did though,” you admitted. Jihoon made his way back over to you, and nervously thrust his hands into his pocket.

“Are you mad?” He asked defeatedly. You eyed him carefully, but shook your head slowly after a moment.

“No... Just confused,” you replied softly. “Why lie? Why even text me in the first place?”

Before Jihoon could explain, you caught on.

“April Fools,” you breathed. “Why didn’t you reveal yourself that day like you were supposed to?”

“Cause I liked you!” Jihoon blurted. “I like you a lot. I’m not that close to a lot of girls, and we got along really well right off.”

Your cheeks flared red, which made Jihoon’s cheeks burn even more. He was relieved that he had replaced the face mask so it wasn’t as evident. Maybe he could blame the sun if you noticed.

“I couldn’t figure out why you didn’t want to meet me, and it really hurt to like someone who I’d never met in person before,” you admitted. “It was even worse because I liked John so much, but I also liked you, and I’ve never liked two people at once before.”

“But, it was only me,” Jihoon responded hesitantly. A small smile crossed your lips.

“But it was only you,” you repeated. Your eyebrows scrunched together after a moment. “But why was it me?”

Jihoon smiled and tentatively stepped towards you. He stretched out his hand wanting to take yours. You took the opportunity to take his hand as well. When your fingers locked themselves with Jihoon’s, he couldn’t help but notice how your face warmed, and a smile stretched your lips impossibly wide. To hide the large, infectious smile, just at the touch of his hand, you covered your mouth with your free hand.

Jihoon wanted to tease you for it, but he couldn’t rightly do so when his face mask concealed his true expression.

“Look, it’s gonna be rough if we actually want to do this. I’m an idol and I live in Korea, and we have to keep this secret and you like to be around people-”

“If you don’t mind the distance, I’m willing to make it work,” you interrupted, shyly letting your hand fall to your side. Jihoon smiled as well.

“Then let’s make it work.”

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simplelinesunfashiond · 5 years

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Highway to Hellsite

Because @abalonetea low-key encouraged me to finish an AU scene despite not knowing what it was, and @idreamonpaper and @drabbleitout actually encouraged this weirdness at one point, and I have no willpower when it comes to both spoiling and embarassing the hell out of Jackson Alistair Lewis. A short non-magical AU about blogging and your obvious crush on a celebrity going viral.

Jackson Alistair woke to the sound of his phone obsessively buzzing in his ear. He moved, stretched, felt something pop in his back and slowly lowered himself back onto the pillow, blinking at the ceiling for far longer than he supposed he really needed to. He had some things to consider, though nothing so much to worry about, he thought. He had survived the gala, uploaded a decent number of shots, and, overall, not completely flopped at his first press event. Good. It all faded out, a little, in comparison to the real reason he was even invited. Being the administrator of the first known DawnShadow fan page wasn’t much for a marketing resume, but damn if it wasn’t good for getting in close with DawnShadow’s marketing team when the band reformed and started catching on. So, maybe his interests hadn’t been one hundred percent professional.

The event certainly had been, at any rate. A fundraiser, a big deal. He hadn’t actually known much about the organization up front, just that it was run by the founder of a network of medical facilities. He knew who that man was, though. And he knew who that man’s second-in-command on his medical staff was. And if there was one thing that was bound to get Nathaniel Ettonridge out into the world, it was his crazy-genious daughter. Even if the band hadn’t been contracted to perform at the more public part of the event (which, thank whatever powers, they had), Nat would be sure to make an appearance. And what an appearance it had been, though the tailored coat was nothing compared to the guitar god on his arm. There had always been rumors, but this was…Well, whatever it was, it felt important. Maybe just because he'd spent so long looking at ancient pictures and wondering, but...maybe not that, really.

The phone buzzed again, and he finally bothered to look at it. A lot of new notifications, more honestly than he’d expected – in fact, suspiciously many. And a few messages from Sydney, who hadn’t dragged herself clear across the country just to watch him snap pictures at an event she wasn’t actually invited to. Understandable. The messages were about what he expected. How was the event, was it exciting meeting everyone, how did he end up getting on stage? And then, a little bit of a different one.

“Did you bring anyone back with you? ;)”

Of course not, and what sort of strange question was that? He asked her as much.

“I’m just teasing. But we’ve talked about this. You can tell me anything. I did figure it was probably a joke, though…” A joke? What was a joke? After a minute of him not answering, another alert snapped him back. “…” And then another. “You haven’t seen it yet?”

He flipped on instinct back to the notifications. A lot of new traffic, likes, reblogs, retweets, notes from all over the series of pages he’d been maintaining across their different platforms. And then, before all that, the ominous truth of the matter.

“Kim ‘at’ed me in something?” he asked, out loud, and then paused to consider the odd sensation of trying to say “@” out loud. What was more, it was a post from another blog, someone he had met the night before. He paused, thought about it before he even attempted to open it, and couldn’t recall anything that had occurred between him and Sarra being interesting enough to go viral. Finally, he went to her account, and stared for a long moment at the odd gradients that served as placeholders for what must have been a completely unreasonable amount of pictures. He glanced over his shoulder to his laptop, and wondered if it was worth another attempt to connect to the hotel’s terrible wifi. Finally, after far too long, the images began to materialize. He scrolled around a little, not looking, just moving the screen up and down, and wondered in an aggravatingly sincere confusion how someone else’s hellsite post had managed to send that much attention to him not just on said hellsite, but across the board.

He scrolled back to the top.

It had only one line of explanation. “The most interesting thing that happened all night.” And the first picture under that wasn’t one she had taken. It was a screenshot of one of his. And so were a few of the ones after that. And there were a few of her pictures, of him, usually of him taking pictures, of…Well, until he saw them all in one place, he hadn’t realized just how many pictures he had taken of the same person. The first large swath of reblogs were all Sarra, adding more pictures to the string.

People, at first. It was just a very striking image, one he couldn’t possibly pass up. The fact that Dr. Orion Lourandera’s other main celebrity contacts were royalty in the fashion industry, and his own siblings, was too good to be true. At first glance, the twins were almost indistinguishable from each other. Jackson wasn’t totally sure if the garments they were wearing would be considered gowns or coats, but the long gauzy material, all blue and green and teal with glints of gold, trailed to the floor like peacocks’ feathers. The sister was the one with her hair swept up and pinned, the one who never took her sunglasses off. The other, with short hair swept back and impractically high heels, was the brother. At some point, his outermost layer – apparently some sort of jacket – was discarded, to reveal that the rest of whatever sort of couture clothing item that was, was open down most of the back. Intricate scrolling tattoos of very small text ran from the base of his neck down his spine to the small of his back, and Jackson remembered wondering just how close one would have to get to actually be able to read it. He did not, on the other hand, remember just how many pictures he'd tried to get of it. Or how long he'd actually stared while wondering, though that was apparently long enough for Sarra to notice and snap a few pictures of Jackson frozen like a statue with his camera half forgotten as the rest of the guests moved around him. It was a decently long exposure, if the motion blurs on everyone else were anything to judge by.

He finally managed to scroll past the vast swath of his pictures of Anderson Lourandera, with its handful of pictures of himself, before the next section started. This one was all pictures of Jackson, posted by an instagram account he'd never heard of before. Something private maybe? The first one had managed to clearly catch the moment the doorman had IDed him, and how much taller everyone else around him was, and was simply captioned, “Whose baby is this??? Why is he here alone???” with a teary-eyed emoji and a random selection of hearts. The one after was Jackson, as well as a few other camera-wielders, and based on the small lock of blonde hair in the corner of the image, this was a picture that Anderson had discreetly taken over his own shoulder while leaning dramatically on the bar. “These media boys think I'm posing for them. They must never learn the truth. #too drunk for these heels #i will literally fall over #no srsly #someone #stop ogling and help me #dammit."

The captions weren't all exactly coherent, but there were…Well, there were a lot of pictures of Jackson. Including a very zoomed in one of him showing his ID to the bartender. His info had, thankfully, been blurred out, but based on the small excited-looking key smash, whatever had been seen was exciting. Oh, Jackson realized, thinking back to the first picture, the fact that this man had thought he was a child, my age I guess.

And then, there was one of him talking to Sarra, who was pointedly side-eyeing the camera. “Askfbsi I've been caught,” and then a very distraught little emoji.

Then, there were the concert shots. A couple of Jackson in the crowd, looking particularly giddy, and captions pointing it out. Then, a few posts with no pictures, just black, with very over-excited and unspecific captions. And finally, the part where he ended up on stage, himself.

Jackson still remembered the feeling of awe, like a coronation, when the strap of the PRS was lowered over his head, the feeling of the strings under his finger, the mother-of-pearl inlays glinting under the stage lights. Nix, with the same ancient red Fender, cluing him in on the set, testing his knowledge on a couple things. No problem. That's why Jackson was here – he was the guy who knew it all.

It was only screenshots but it was clearly a series of videos. When he got to tear into his favorite solo. The moment of shock he'd hoped nobody had noticed when Nathaniel hit that note in Firebird. Nathaniel daring Jackson to do the vocals for Twilight Angel. People cheered, good-natured but egging him on, until he agreed. Sarra had interjected in the next post to add the link to the full video, with a struck-through comment of “no but for real he was amazing go watch it.”

And, in glorious conclusion, a picture Sarra had taken herself, a panoramic view of the scene, of the over-dramatic rapturous look, head tossed back, laughing out loud, of Jackson killing the last solo in the outro of Visions of Midnight on one edge of the image, and, on the other side, Anderson Lourandera, gaze locked on the stage, skin tinted with a faint alcohol-induced blush. One shining with energy, and with the aid of stagelights, the other a vibrant beacon standing out of a sea of dark suits and satin and velvet winter dresses. It was, Jackson concluded, a very odd scene, and it suggested that people had shown up with the image of a more political event in their minds. That seemed like it should have been important, but he couldn't place why. Couldn't quite care. Found himself forgetting, failing to notice, a little more every time he looked back at the picture. He did manage to notice that the artistry of it put every one of his shots to shame.

A few other comments came up under that, a lot of people gushing about various aspects, and a few repeating the demand to know who this kid was. And then, the conclusion, which had been reblogged back to Sarra's page as well. A screenshot of a select few of the posts from Jackson's “house of light" tag, which had existed long before the gala but which now included a couple of last night's pictures, and a screenshot of part of the House of Light's official blog, including a couple of shots of Jackson walking out in a long-hemmed vintage velvet coat that, now that he thought about it, was actually from HoL. The tags underneath included the phrase “#if you see this #call us.” And that was where the “@” appeared. Kim's commentary read, “Admins for @visionsofdawnshadow and @houseoflight-courtofshadow need to quit being horny on main.”

Jackson stared at it for a long moment, then took a screenshot of the whole thing and, after another minute if hesitation, sent it to Sydney.

“Is this what you meant?” he asked.

“Don't freak out,” Sydney answered. “Besides, like I said, I was already pretty sure nothing happened…”

“Why?”

“Well, I know who you are so…I called? The west coast shop. Mostly talked to Eva. (Cuuute accents, by the way).”

Jackson's brain failed to formulate more than “…,” so that was what he sent her.

“It's no secret they work a lot with the band, so he's heading back east with them.”

…

“Aaand it wouldn't hurt to have an assistant/photographer/model/killer musician on board for that kind of project?”

. . .

“…We sort of figured…you might want the job. She thought maybe you could meet with them before you leave? If you don't want to I can totally call her back!”

Jackson switched back to the page of Sarra and Kim's pictures, stared at that panorama for a minute. Saved it. Looked again. Reblogged it to his own page, added a relevantly embarrassed-looking gif. Wrote back to Sydney, “Just tell me where to go.” Then, a second later, “Also, I love you.”

#tsp au #characters: jackson #not gonna lie #this is a weird one

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tinyastronaut-suggestion · 7 years

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Bean and The Ghost Girl (1/?)

I think that one of the greatest things about the universe is how it’s infinite. Everyone knows that, that space grows and expands at an exponential growth in random direction, everyone knew. No one can comprehend that though, you can’t imagine infinite space or infinite numbers anymore than you can imagine how big the sun or galaxy is. There are so many things we know, but don't understand. I know how someone is feeling but can't comprehend their thoughts or true emotion, i know that gravity is always pulling on us, but can never imagine it. Someone who acts just like you could have thoughts in a completely different way, or see the world in a different way. Life, death, love, thoughts. Why do we know them, but not know them? I sent a little essay along those lines to a college I wanted to go to when asked why I wanted to become an astrophysicist. I had to know more about the mysteries of our world, about the incomprehensible. Ironically though, when I got into that college two years ago, I found the most incomprehensible thing alive to be as close to home as she was to my heart. I asked her questions like these constantly, she always gave me some sort of...fortune cookie spiel. “Do you ever think about how everything is so infinite and we’re so...small?” “Makes us all the more meaningful I guess, kinda limited edition.” How she could always find some beauty in the world was besides me, sometimes I wondered if she was even human. Her smile was something that saw the world for what I couldn’t, I’ll never know what I did to deserve her. I remember running my hand through her short curly hair, humming about how soft it was while reading some class notes. She’d always tell me to be careful of her star hairclip, and I’d make a joke about how she was the only star I saw. I remember her running up to me, toothy-grin and lollipop in mouth, screaming about matching NASA jackets. I still wear mine almost everyday. When we got an apartment together we made everything space themed, it was childish and a little embarrassing but it kept me going through college. Everytime I look at our rocket clock I remember all the times we’ve shared. The thing about her was that she really was everything. She was timeless. I always thought about our future, and our past is so clear I may as well be reliving it. She took photos on an instant camera she carried, so much emotion and memory capture in a little square. She held an unforgettable past. The present though, even I’m unsure. I guess my present is filled with watching the rocket themed clock, and her present is filled with watching the stars. The present was always a concept I didn’t understand. We can remember the past, we can imagine and wait for what the future holds, but by the time you realize what’s in the present it’s already in the past. By the time I realized what I had, Strawberry was in the past. Just another incomprehensible. We still don’t know how she died. It’s strange how such a decent day can become the worst day of your life by the unexpected. I was laying in our bed, scrolling through my phone when the knock came. Those kind of knocks are distinguishable, Strawberry held a more gentle rhythmic knock. This one held authority and reeked of bad news. The knock was a wake up call, I shot up grabbed my jacket, and put on some pants. I patted down my straight hair and opened the door. I should have kept it closed. I can’t even remember the officer who stood there, face, gender, nothing. All I remember was their straight face as they said one sentence. “Ma’am, I regret to inform you that Strawberry Thimble has passed away.” And it’s just...hard. It’s hard to think about, it’s hard to feel, it’s hard to do anything. It wasn’t fair that someone could be taken away so easily. So fast. Someone as outstanding and different as Strawberry, someone who saw the good in me. Just gone. They found her in the garbage behind the old candy shop I used to work at. They handed me her moon themed instant camera. I remember being mad at the officer, screaming and yelling. They don’t even know who killed her, they started writing it off as an accident. Yeah, right. Because being stabbed multiple times is totally an accident. I think the worst part about the whole thing was waking up each morning. I’d rub my eyes, stretch and yawn. But when I'd move to give her a kiss on the cheek, she wasn't there. It’s weird how easily you could forget someone died, even someone as dear as Berry. I guess it’s another one of those incomprehensibles. I’d open up my phone to ask her what she wanted for dinner, I’d nearly ask our professor for extra notes for her, I’d open the door and ask her how she was doing. I looked into the mirror one day, my hair was all off. I nearly started sobbing, Strawberry was always the one to do my hair. Why couldn’t I just get over it? Walking through the kitchen filled with the snack only she ate, to the dining room with the table sheets she picked out, to our room, which still smelled like her. Everyday it faded more and more. It was almost impossible to stand. I turned to her little desk where her photos filled the drawers. I read online that sometimes physically destroying memories of a person can help you move on. I was just so scared that once I ripped them, I’d want them back. I sat down on the little chair and opened up the drawer. There were so many photos filling up the drawer that it kept getting stuck on the way out. For fear of bending some, I had to reach my fingers into the narrow space and pull on stuck corners. I guess it could be called nostalgia, looking through the photos was like getting a bittersweet kiss from Berry herself. Images of the sky, or just little crafts I’ve made. I had found a photo of us arm in arm. Her smile was contagious. Looking at the photo I remembered how short she was compared to me. Her chubby hands intertwined in my bony hands. What an unforgettable feeling. On the back of the photo she had written “Bean and I, <3” I hugged that photo a lot, close to my heart. I kept searching through them all. Eventually I laid eyes on an old one, it was mostly sky. In the bottom corner of the photo you could see the top of my face, and my finger pointing towards a big white blur. Our first and only successful UFO spotting. I remember her showing that photo to everyone, I remember her submitting it to every magazine. It got a bit of attention then was brushed away as fake. She was still determined. I always loved that about her. “Oh Berry…” I left the photo on the desk, closing the drawer. I can’t destroy these memories. They were just too dear. I looked out the window in front of the desk, the moon was out. With a sigh I decided I should go to bed. Lately getting ready for bed was so difficult, I could practically hear her scolding me. Simple things like brushing my teeth, taking a shower, washing my face felt like such a burden and waste of what little energy I had. “Come on Bean,” I said while holding my toothbrush, “you’ve got a huge test tomorrow.” But then laying against the sinks tap was a purple and red toothbrush. She never could put it away, I always had to clean up after her. Maybe I left her messes around so it wouldn't be the last time I cleaned after her. I put the toothbrush down. I reached for the face wash, and paused again. My favorite scent, lavender. She used to try everything to get me to have some sort of care routine, she was certain my face would become as dry as a raisin. Once I was too tired to wash my face, so she put some in her hands and rubbed it all over my cheeks so I had no choice. I pulled my hand away, I'm not so sure if I like lavender anymore. I thought to just splash some warm water on my face, but the steam covered the mirror before I could process what I wanted to do. I really should get rid of all these memories. We'd both written “I love you” on the mirror. Next to mine was a heart, next to hers was a kiss. I slashed the mirror instead of my face. I just have to hold on. I took a deep breath. Just take a shower. Just get away from all these memories, maybe pack up and move out later. Just wash away the memories. I couldn't handle seeing anything else. When I went to take off my jacket for the shower though, I felt a stiff paper in my pocket. Taking it out I saw that it was the picture of Strawberry and I. Dammit. I held onto memories like I was dependant on them. I had to move on. I was so tired. I was failing school. I was so close to getting fired. I had to move on. I have to move on. I threw my NASA jacket to the floor, crumpling our photo in my fist. I can’t do this anymore, I thought as I tore the bathroom door open, I had to move on. I stomped straight for my room, to her desk. “Why! Why the hell did you have to leave me?!” I threw her desk to the floor. With a loud thud all it’s photos spilled out onto the floor. They were all right there. All of them. All the reasons I can’t move on. I tossed our crumbled photo into the pile, glaring at the the wet spots that fell over it. “That’s enough!” I tore the first photo. “Leave me alone!” I ripped the second photo. “I just want to forget!” The third, fourth, fifth, sixth… I look back at this breakdown with shame. Something so small, finding a photo in my pocket, and I went on a rampage. She would tell me that breakdowns over small things are usually because of a build up from bigger things. At that moment though I was too busy crying and screaming. My face and hands tingled as I struggled to catch my breath. There was a photo stuck in the window sill. The UFO. I sobbed, unable to control my messy emotions. When I went to rip the last photo though, it was taken from my hands. I can’t remember how I felt then, I was so numb. I recognized those little chubby hands that held onto that photo. Standing over me was her. Her. Her her her her. She looked down at the UFO photo with a sad look. She was taken away from me, her who was standing right there. Her. How? She was even wearing our NASA jacket. She was just like I remembered. Her short curly hair, her plump lips, her dark skin. All of her was right there. She looked away from the photo, staring into my eyes. I must have been so hard to look at, completely broken down, at the bottom low. She bent down in front of me and brushed a tear away. Her touch left my cheek cold and numb, it felt as though her thumb passed through me. She smiled, and I finally found my voice. “Berry?”

#story #bean and the ghost girl #sorry I couldn't add a read more #and sorry if it disappoints //#if you want more tho?#Lemmie know?

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prettysei-remade · 7 years

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The One That Makes Me Think of You

Written for @leojiweek 2017: Day 3

Prompt: Music/Flowers

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Guang Hong closes his textbook with a sigh and drops his head into his hands, blinking down at his desk. He tries to hold back a yawn, but it comes out anyway.

On the off chance that anyone asks what the bane of his existence is, he would probably say “landing quads,” or “people who dislike movies,” or something like that.

But really, it's this science class that's going to be the death of him.

He can picture it now: “Local figure skater dies while attempting to label the parts of a cell.”

His mother would say he's being dramatic. Maybe she's right. But he's so exhausted by the time he finishes his homework, he feels like he could just drop dead.

Maybe: “Memorization of various atomic structures unexpectedly kills international athlete.” Yeah. They could burn his stupid textbook at the funeral.

In loving memory, of course.

His phone buzzing beside him startles him out of his thoughts, and he fumbles to pick it up.

Leo is calling you on Facetime

Guang Hong hurriedly scrubs at his eyes and accepts the call.

Leo's smiling face fills the screen a moment later, and Guang Hong thinks he recognizes the song playing in the background.

“Hi, Leo,” he says, images of his homework-induced death already beginning to slip from his mind.

“Hey, Guang Hong! I'm not interrupting anything, am I?”

“No,” Guang Hong sighs. “I just finished studying for science, though.”

“Ooh, rough, man,” Leo sympathizes.

“Yeah. But… isn't it really early over there? Why did you call?”

Leo grins.

“I actually just woke up,” he said. “You know how my alarm is set to a radio station?”

Guang Hong didn't actually know that, but he's not surprised, so he nods anyway.

“Well, this song started playing, and it made me think of you, so I thought, ‘hey, why not see if he's still up,’ you know?”

Guang Hong struggles to hear the lyrics of the song in question clearly over the phone.

“If perfect’s what you're searching for, then just stay the same…”

What?

“Leo, is that Bruno Mars?”

“Yeah! You know him, too?”

“Why does this song make you think of me?”

“Because you're amazing, just the way you aaare…” Leo sings along, wiggling his eyebrows emphatically.

Guang Hong knows he's blushing. He doesn't even try to hide it.

He must be making some kind of face, too, because Leo suddenly laughs.

“I know, I know, it's kind of random,” he says. “But it just… I don't know. Reminded me of you, for some reason.”

Guang Hong makes a conscious decision not to dwell on the fact that, first thing in the morning, probably still half-out of it from sleep, Leo's mind immediately makes a connection to Guang Hong when a cheesy love song plays on the radio.

Instead, he decides to just… go with it, or something.

“That's really sweet, Leo,” he says, giving him a little smile.

Aha. Now Leo's the one blushing, though he doesn't let it slow him down.

“You know me,” he says teasingly. “Sweetest boy this side of the Mississippi.”

“What?”

“Nothing. How about, ‘sweetest boy in the western hemisphere?’”

“Not the world?” Guang Hong feigns confusion. “Who's in the eastern hemisphere that's sweeter than you?”

“Well, you, of course.”

That… was not the turn Guang Hong was expecting this conversation to take.

But he's not going to be the first one to back out of this joking-apparently-turned-flirting.

“What are you, my boyfriend?”

“Sure,” Leo replies smoothly. He bats his eyelashes dramatically. “Date me?”

Guang Hong can't hold back his laughter, and he lets his face fall into his hand.

“You're ridiculous,” he says between breaths.

“What are you talking about?” Leo fakes offense. “I was already planning our wedding, and everything!”

“Oh, were you?”

“Yeah! We'd dance to this song, obviously.”

Guang Hong breaks out in another soft set of giggles as the chorus starts up again.

“Obviously,” he agrees quietly.

Leo drops the act and smiles at him.

“Anyway, sorry for keeping you up. Just thought I'd check in, or something.”

“It's fine, I can stay up a little longer,” Guang Hong protests.

“Nah, I've still gotta get breakfast, and stuff,” Leo says. “I'm never gonna get used to saying ‘good night’ at six in the morning, by the way, but good night, Guang Hong.”

“Good night.”

Guang Hong reluctantly hangs up and leans back in his chair.

He's not entirely sure what just happened with Leo, but it was entertaining, at least. He smiles at the thought that Leo cared enough about the song to call him before he'd even finished getting ready.

He's not even going to think about the fact that it was a love song.

Leo was thinking about him, and that's what matters.

…

Guang Hong blinks away the residual flash from the cameras and drifts away from his teammates, only to be nearly run over by Phichit skating towards him.

“Hey, Guang Hong!” he exclaims.

“Hi, Phichit,” Guang Hong says.

Phichit’s attention is suddenly caught by something over Guang Hong's shoulder, and he tries and fails to hide a laugh behind his hand.

“Uh, not to worry you or anything,” he says, “but why is Leo singing and pointing at you like that?”

Huh?

Guang Hong quickly turns around to find that, a little farther away, Leo is, in fact, pointing directly at him, along with mouthing the lyrics and doing something that might be considered dancing.

“I don't…” he lets his voice trail off as he realizes what, exactly, Leo is singing along so enthusiastically to.

“When I see your faaace…”

He groans and drops his head into his hands.

“I'm going to assume there's a story here that you're not telling me,” Phichit says, “but whatever. Go talk to him!”

This last command is accompanied by a wink.

Guang Hong sighs. He never should have told him about his crush on Leo. But…

“Are you sure?” he says, looking over at Phichit worriedly.

“Totally! I was gonna go talk to Yuuri, anyway.”

“Okay…”

He yelps when Phichit practically shoves him in Leo's direction, but he skates the rest of the way over to him, weaving through the flock of competitors.

Leo's lip-syncing had turned into actually belting the lyrics when Guang Hong noticed him, and he continues to sing even as Guang Hong gets closer.

“The way you aaare… the way you aaare…”

Guang Hong laughs as Leo serenades him, skating circles around him and making dramatic movements with his arms.

The chorus draws to an end, and Leo stops right in front of him, panting slightly. He smirks, then delicately bats his eyelashes.

“Date me?”

Guang Hong tries to contain it. He really does. But he can't stop himself from nearly falling over laughing, clutching at his sides and gasping for breath.

“Please - please tell me - this isn't going to become a thing,” he manages.

“Of course it is,” Leo replies smugly. “This is ‘our song,’ right?”

“I'm pretty sure friends don't have ‘songs,’ Leo.”

“Ah, whatever. And when you smiiile…”

Guang Hong loses it again, and drops his head into Leo's shoulder in front of him, giggling uncontrollably.

Leo's arms come up to wrap around him, and they laugh together, spinning on the ice. They sing along to the rest of the song breathlessly, and Guang Hong wants to stay there, in Leo's arms, forever.

…

“How did you even manage to lose your phone in the first place? You almost never put it down.”

Guang Hong watches as Leo opens and closes the same nightstand drawers he's been opening and closing for ten minutes.

“I don't know,” Leo says. “I guess this is what happens when I let go of it for more than thirty seconds.”

Guang Hong's watched him look everywhere in the hotel room, multiple times. Under the pillows. Under the blankets. Under the dresser. In his luggage. In those stupid nightstand drawers he's opening again, as though if he looks there enough times, it'll magically appear.

“Are you sure it's in your hotel room?”

“Pretty sure.”

“Maybe I can just call it from my phone, then.”

Leo sighs and closes the drawer.

“I guess you'll have to, at this point.”

Guang Hong pulls out his phone and opens his contacts. He scrolls down to Leo's name and hits the call button, holding it out in front of him.

Immediately, from the far side of the room, a familiar piano riff begins to play.

Oh, he didn't…

Guang Hong can feel the heat rushing to his cheeks. He looks over to confirm, and… yup, Leo's stifling laughter at whatever reaction Guang Hong must be giving.

“You seriously made it my ringtone?”

“How could I not?” Leo defends, still obviously amused.

He follows the sound over to the window, where he pushes back the curtain to reveal his phone, sitting innocently on the windowsill.

Guang Hong looks at it, then back at Leo.

“Aren't you going to reject the call?”

Leo doesn't seem to hear him. Instead, he picks up the phone, hits “accept,” and holds it up to his ear. He looks expectantly at Guang Hong.

With a sigh, Guang Hong raises his own phone, and patiently waits for whatever Leo's planning.

Leo looks down at the carpet, then back up at him, and… oh, here it comes.

He flutters his eyelashes and says, with a sugar-sweet smile, “Date me?”

Guang Hong lets a giggle escape, then another one, but he actually manages to compose himself pretty quickly.

“Are you going to say that every single time that song comes on?” he asks.

“Maybe I will,” Leo answers.

“Did… did you lose your phone on purpose just so you could do that?”

“Of course not! I just… saw the opportunity, and took it.”

“Ah. Clever.”

“I know, right?”

He looks so smug. Guang Hong wants to go over there and wipe that smirk off his face, but he holds back.

“It… doesn't bother you, right?”

Leo's expression is suddenly hesitant, and Guang Hong feels his brow furrow into a confused frown.

“What?”

“You know, that I'm always joking about us… dating, and stuff.”

“Um… no?”

“It's not, like, weird that we're both guys, right?”

“Why would it…”

“I mean, of course that's not weird, I know, but is it weird?”

“Leo - ”

“I mean, we're friends, you know? Do friends even joke about that kind of stuff? Is that a thing? Like - ”

“Leo!”

“Huh?”

“What are you talking about?”

Leo swallows.

“What do you mean?” he says.

“Leo, we've both known you were bi since you came out to me two years ago,” Guang Hong reminds him. “And I told you I was gay the year after that. It's a little late to be having a ‘do I like boys?’ crisis.”

Leo starts to say something, then stops.

He takes a deep breath, then lets it all out at once.

“It's not a boy thing,” he says.

“Then what is it?” Guang Hong asks gently.

Leo looks down, refusing to meet his eye.

“It's a…” he swallows again. “It's a you thing.”

A… you thing?

A Guang Hong thing.

Not do I like boys.

Do I like Guang Hong.

I do like boys.

I do like Guang -

“You like me?” he blurts.

Leo finally looks up at him. He tries to smile.

“Date me?” he teases weakly.

Guang Hong doesn't understand. All this time, he'd thought Leo was just joking with him, but…

Actually, he does understand. Pretty much everything makes sense now, in hindsight.

A song that's literally about how perfect someone's lover is reminded Leo of him, for crying out loud.

“So… you meant it? All those times you asked me to date you, you were…actually asking?”

Leo smirks wryly.

“It was a joke, at first,” he says. “I knew you wouldn't say yes, so I just… I don't know. It… it made you laugh, so I kept doing it.”

Guang Hong smiles gently.

“That's really sweet, Leo,” he says.

A quiet laugh escapes Leo's mouth.

“I know,” he says, looking down at the floor. “Sweetest boy in the western hemisphere, that's me.”

Guang Hong sighs, then remembers the phone in his hand.

Wordlessly, he turns it over, only to see that the call from earlier is still going on. Leo looks at him.

Holding the phone up to his ear, Guang Hong motions for him to do the same.

He watches Leo slowly raise his own phone to his ear.

Guang Hong meets Leo's eyes, then takes a breath.

“Sweetest boy in the world,” he corrects first.

“Date me?”

#leojiweek2017 #leojiweek #ruby writes #ruby originals #leoji #fic

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