#you know how they give you a preview on youtube to hover over it? yeah
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A (Sad) Love Story
⇢ Featuring: MIYA Osamu x you
⇢ Genre: Angst to Fluff
⇢ Warning: None
⇢ WC: 1,262
⇢ Inspired By: Love Story - Epik High ft. IU
Preview: A look back at the snippets of your relationship from the perspective of the camera.
You can’t even pinpoint it, but somewhere along the line, your paths diverged. You don’t realize until you look up and see him on the opposite shore.
“Do you think it’s for the best?” He asked.
“Yes.”
“Maybe one day we’ll come back to each other.” He sounded tired.
“Maybe.”
“This is it?” He doesn’t want to let go.
“I think so.”
“Okay.” With the reality in front of him, how could he say no to the inevitable future.
“okay.”
“bye.” He whispers and the line goes dead.
The bedroom darkens as the sun sets, you don’t bother turning on the light.
ding - click to see your memory three years ago today. You tap open the notification.
[ 3 years ago - a memorable Monday ]
MIYA Osamu smiles nervously.
“What are we doing today Samu?” His twin asks from behind the camera, panning the device around to capture the scattered petals and the picnic blanket on the floor.
“I’m asking Y/N to be my girlfriend. Y/N if you’re seeing this video it means you’re my girlfriend and I love you!”
“ew you creep. How can you love her already?”
Osamu glares at Atsumu, “shut up you faux blonde. I’ve loved her since the moment I saw her.”
“I --” Atsumu was interrupted by the notification on his phone, “yo Suna says Y/N is coming up to the roof now.”
“hurry, go hide in the corner over there.”
“you got this Samu.”
“thanks Tsumu.”
Atsumu’s hand trembled slightly as you emerged into view. “Don’t mess this up!” he whispered, cheering on his twin.
“Hey Samu, what’s up!” You called out cheerfully.
“I was wondering if you wanted to have a picnic with me today?”
“Does it involve onigiri?”
He pretended to look offended, “who do you take me for? of course there’s onigiri.”
You laughed and he smiled, “then what are we waiting for? Wait why are there so many flower petals?”
He answered your question with another, “before we have our picnic, I have to ask you something.”
“Please don’t be weirded out, we’ve been friends for so long and I don’t want to ruin our friendship, but I can’t hide it anymore. Ever since you entered the classroom two years ago, I’ve been in love with you. You’re the most amazing, kind, intelligent girl I know.”
Osamu looked at you shyly, “Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?”
With your back to Atsumu, the camera couldn’t capture your expressions, but your enthusiastic, “yes! Samu I thought you’d never ask!” made it easy for one to imagine the joy etched on your face.
“gosh finally, my legs are cramping.” Atsumu remarked just as the video cuts off.
You fingers hovered over the delete button before swiping left.
[ 2 years ago - a lazy Sunday ]
“Why do you guys always drag me along on your dates?” Atsumu groaned.
You smiled cheekily into the camera, “because we need a videographer.”
“couldn’t you get Suna to do it? He actually enjoys filming people.”
“He’s busy today. Plus don’t you want your twin brother to be happy?”
“Not really.”
“Don’t be bitter just because you don’t have a girlfriend Tsumu. Green is not a good color on you.”
“shut up, Y/N”
“don’t tell my girlfriend to shut up.”
The camera captured your surprised expression before turning over to Osamu’s confused one.
“Samu why are you here so early!”
“I always arrive early to our dates so you don't ever have to wait for me.”
“well you shouldn’t have today. Now the surprise is ruined!”
“what surprise?”
“Surprise!” The rest of the Inarizaki team jumped out from behind the counter.
Osamu looks at you, “what is going on?”
“Happy one year anniversary babe!”
“That’s not until tomorrow though.”
“yeah I know, but since every one is busy tomorrow, I thought I’d gather them today to give you a surprise anniversary event, since you know, the whole team helped out when you asked me out last year. I thought it’s only fair if they get to participate in our anniversary too.”
Kita and Aran brings in the cake with a picture of you kissing Osamu on the cheeks.
“Wait what was the surprise?”
“Well the lights were supposed to be turned off then we’d jump out and scare you.”
“Aren’t you the prankster?”
“hey love birds can we eat this cake or what?” Atsumu calls out from behind the camera.
“Go ahead guys!” You call out.
The camera captures Osamu leaning down towards you, “thank you my love.”
The video ends.
[ 1 year 2 months ago - a rainy Wednesday ]
“Hi everyone! My boyfriend and I are here trying out the hottest ramen place in town.”
Osamu looks at you curiously, “who is everyone?”
“I thought I'd take a stab at vlogging.”
“oh trying to be an influencer I see you.” He teases.
“shut up and eat your noodle.”
He gladly comply, his eyes twinkling as he looks up into the camera, “oh babe this is so good you gotta try the soup.”
He takes a spoonful, blowing on it before feeding it to you.
“mmm it is good. Try mine try mine!”
“yours is good too, but I think mine is better.”
“oh really?” You look down at your ramen disappointedly.
“Here we can trade, I ate half already.” He takes the camera from you, filming you as you ate the other half.
“thanks Samu, you’re right, yours is better.” You sighed contently, “there’s nothing better than hot ramen on a rainy day.”
“you got that right.” You boyfriend echoes behind the camera.
You take the phone from him and flip on selfie mode, “come here, now we can both be on screen.”
“well we’re almost done, should we plan what to do next?”
“wanna get ice cream?”
Osamu kissed you on the cheek, “you read my mind.”
You smiled into the camera before hitting “end recording”.
[ 6 months ago - a silly Thursday ]
The camera pans to you and Osamu sitting on the sofa, his arms wrapped around you as he nods, engrossed in your story.
“ew look at the love birds” Atsumu whispers.
He walked closer to the two of you when you suddenly draped your long hair over Osamu’s head.
Atsumu bursts out laughing, “what is going on here?”
You look up into the camera, laughing along, “I was telling him how this girl on YouTube bought a wig for her boyfriend and dressed him up as a girl as a prank on Tinder. We wanted to see how Samu will look as a girl.”
The camera cuts to a long-haired Osamu winking and blowing kisses, pretending to be a girl.
“well one things for sure, he’s the ugliest girl I’ve ever seen.”
The video blurs as Atsumu start running, Osamu chasing after him.
“we got the same face! You’d look just as ugly!”
“I’m more handsome!”
“yeah right!”
“don’t fight over stupid things you guys!” You laughed.
“it’s not stupid. Babe, tell him I’m more handsome!”
The camera cuts off.
You eyes hurt. You’re not sure if it’s from the tears or the fact that your phone screen was your only light source. You turn on the lights, fingers once again hovering over the “delete” button before deciding otherwise.
You text him, “hey”.
A reply comes in immediately, “hi.”
“One day we’ll come back to each other.”
“yes, one day.” There was no hesitation, you smiled.
“goodnight Samu.”
“good night Y/N.”
The two of you slept much better that night, the promise of “one day” etched in both hearts.
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Sharpie Soulmates (Soulmate AU)
Pairing: Kickthestickz
Wordcount: 2.3k
Rating: bad language, but nothing to cry about
Request/Prompt: Whatever you write on yourself appears on your soulmate but disappears from your skin. Pj is always covered in horrible pick up lines and crudely drawn dicks. While Chris is covered in doodles and gets an occasional 'fuck you' or 'you're a dick' on himself from pj. Eventually they meet when Chris writes 'I have a small dick' on his forehead and sees pj.
A/N: Request a fic here, click a like down there. This isn’t youtube people, you guys aren’t stupid enough to need to be told what to do
At first, PJ doesn't notice the harsh black lines on his skin.
Usually flecks of paint adorn his skin, and consumed with work, he doesn't spend a lot of time thinking about himself. It's always the next idea, the following project, the bigger picture.
When it first happens he doesn't see it until it's almost faded. On his right ankle, the small crude pen drawing of a dick, moving whenever he flexed his foot.
It's repulsive, and for the first few seconds he's confused.
Then he grabs the closest sharpie, and traces the image hoping it will go away. Since it's on his skin, a replica over the top might send the drawing back to it's owner. It doesn't, and now he's marred someone else with pornography.
He throws the pen down in frustration and licks his finger, rubbing at the spot. It doesn't do anything.
When he's in the shower, some 8 minutes later, he has an epiphany of sorts.
He's just made contact with his soulmate, and the first interaction they had was matching ankle dicks.
PJ groans, head falling back against the shower wall in annoyance.
___
It's strange, but paint doesn't transfer or leave his skin. It's only pen, ink. So when he's painting a cardboard box white, because he found a stash of the boxes yesterday, he's almost disappointed that he can't stay clean.
"Is this for a new video?" Jamie asks, bent over his shoulder and watching the paint transform the conventional brown to a clinical white. Could be an office, a space station, a hospital. Most of the time he sticks with the brown, but for some reason he was in the mood for painting a calming white.
PJ nods, still thinking about a video idea, "Yeah. I've got something in mind."
"Cool, let me know when you've figured everything out," PJ nods again, "Also... What the hell is that?"
Alert due to the shift in Jamie's voice, he turns and looks at his friend confused, then his eyes trail down and he sees it.
'Stop, drop, and roll, baby. You are on fire'
Written on his arm in chicken scratch font, thick because it'd been gone over several times with the pen.
"I..." He trails off, "I. I think that is my soulmate."Jamie pats him on the back in congratulations. "Well done."As soon as Jamie's retreating back leaves the room PJ scribbles on his arm 'You're a real dick'
It doesn't take long for the message to receive a reply, and when it does PJ's irritated groan is possibly louder than yesterdays.
'I do have a real dick! Did you like the preview I sent you yesterday? Judging from your eager response I'd say yes'
He bites his lip while writing, lower down then before so the words flow like a conversation on the other persons skin, smiling because even though the person on the other end is annoying the crap out of him, his soulmate is a boy. A man. He's never been with a guy before, and it's exciting yet nerve wracking to know he will be.
'Oh so that was a scale copy? I'm so sorry that you didn't grow during puberty like the rest of us'
PJ reads the next piece of writing, grinning even more, then goes back to painting.
When Sophie asks him later why he has 'YOU HAVE A BIG COCK???' taking up three quarters of his forearm, he flushes a pretty pink and laughs awkwardly.
___
On the second day he nervously asks 'What's your name?'
The pen flips restlessly in his hand, patting against his black jeaned thigh until the name appears on his other arm, because as PJ quickly learnt, the love of his eternity is left handed.
'Chris'
Huh. Chris.
With the pad of his index finger, he traces each letter tentatively. When he reaches the end he repeats the motion, hovering over the capital C that seems so much more magnetic than the other letters.
'And yours'
PJ's eyes soften and his mouth turns up at the corners. Yours. His. Mine.
And then he understands the question and uses his green fine liner to trace 'PJ' adding several layers of ink so it's bold and bright and him.
___
The problem is, PJ's a doodler.
One trait that's been fluid since he was a child is that he loves to doodle. Especially on his skin. In fact, some of his best drawings were conceived that way during school; too tired to care about the subjects and too unprepared to bring extra paper. Skin was there for him when paper was not.
He couldn't kick the habit when he entered University, and he sure as hell can't kick it now when he's a year in.
Frequently he finds himself sitting with a pack of felt tipped Crayolas, or no name fineliners, drawing small, and large, designs on his left arm.
For the past week it's been no different. What's annoying is he liked seeing the efforts of his creative process on his arm, wearing it like a tattoo, a badge of honour. But it disappears quickly, and he has to start again.
Chris leaves him a critique one day running across the centre of his wrist.
'You're an incredible artist'
It takes PJ by surprise. He's used to waking up and finding thickly inked penises on various locations on his body, or cheesy chat up lines that have PJ rolling his eyes but smiling fondly.
Several of his favourites include;
'There are a lot of fish in the sea, but you’re the only one I’d like to mount'
'Oh no, I’m choking! I need mouth to mouth, quick!'
'I’m on top of things. Would you like to be one of them?'
Needless to say, every written sentence and poorly thought out line, no matter how disturbing or rude, is both irritating and endearing.
___
That is, until the guy buys a six pack of sharpies. Beforehand it was ballpoint pens, stuff he was able to wash off easily. Not now. When he steps into the shower one morning, eyes blearily searching for the shampoo to wash the sleep out of his frenzied hair, he thinks everything is fine.
There aren't any markings, and to be honest, that's a relief because they're a bitch to wash off every morning.
It's when he's out of the shower and in front of the mirror, towelling down to get rid of the individual water droplets that trail down his chest, that he catches the black in the corner of his eye.
'My hand belongs here'
PJ's jaw drops and he's stuck still for a few fleeting seconds.
"What the fuck."
It's on his neck. Not on a small scale, but like the Joker's writing, jagged and uneven. Backwards in the mirror, but PJ has magicked up enough mirror demons to read reversed.
Almost blinded by rage and incredulousness, he's about to charge out of his tiny bathroom and write something way more offensive on his own body for Chris to have scar his skin for the days it takes for Sharpie to wash off.
But then he spots 'Wanna go for a test drive?' on his hipbone as he's turning to leave. And then, 'Insert finger here' complete with an arrow pointing down to his asshole. It's almost illegible, how he managed to contort his body enough to scribble it on is beyond him.
Amazed at Chris's audacity and carelessness he dashes out to his desk and plucks a bright blue permanent marker up. As he's writing a long list of complaints on his leg, and then rising up to his chest, he feels the similarities to writing film reviews on IMBd or letters of complaint that his parents used to do.
Except, this is to the guy he's destined to be with, and he knows the complaining won't do jack shit to change his behaviour.
___
It's relatively peaceful for a while. PJ it still littered with pick up lines daily, the 'My bedroom has an interesting ceiling, I could take you on a guided tour' and the 'When are you expected back at Heaven?', and PJ still absently doodles on the curve of his wrist and palm of his hand, forgetting that Chris will see it until it's already sent.
During this time he's been uploading more to YouTube. It's still in it's early stages, but he's grateful for the site because he's getting much more experience.
Due to work, and YouTube, and constant creating, he hasn't really thought about meeting Chris. Although they're talked (if you can call it that) every day, they haven't discussed personal details, or their future together. Because if they're soulmates, they have to be together, there's no way they can be with anyone else.
___
PJ wakes up stupidly early, the sun hasn't fully risen yet and the sky is a dusty grey, illuminated by yellowing streetlights. He forces himself to get up, and leave the house before 6:00am. The train to London leaves at 7:00am, and he wants to get coffee from the station before the journey.
He pulls on his favourite green sleeved t-shirt slowly, bones cracking at the movements, and when he slides his socks on the fading purple dick on the base of his foot makes his smirk.
Fully dressed and he's in the bathroom, tiredly dragging a toothbrush and staring at the sink with half closed eyes. He's out for the whole day, all four of his 'team' are. It's both research for a short film they're making for his Uni course, and a golden opportunity to meet with some sponsors that might fund his next big personal project.
Until.
"FUCK!" PJ yells, toothbrush falling from his open hands and eyes wide.
"No! No, no, no," He wets a flannel and starts rubbing at his forehead, shaking with anxious frustration.
The pen won't come off.
'I've got a small dick' is going to be permanently tattooed on his face in all the colours of the rainbow for the entire day.
He adds soap and tries again, heart pounding uncomfortably. He can't meet sponsors with that filth tainting him.
"Chris, you fucking asshole, I'm going to fucking kill you," PJ mutters, giving up, leaving his skin a red mess.
He shoves a beanie on, and leaves the house with a scowl firmly fixed onto his face. His travelling companions don't say a word, even though they heard his angry explosion of profanities earlier.
They get to London and shoot some footage in Hyde Park, brown boots hitting grey pavement as the scenery begins to change and the crowds grow thicker. He's actually forgotten that he's mad at Chris, too busy laughing at the stupid faces his friends are pulling, and running along the grass for various nature sequences.
After a few hours they stop, and decide to head to a café.
It's a warm spring day, and he peels off his beanie to stop his head from overheating. From where he's stood in the queue, he can see his friends take the leather sofas at the end of the shop, claiming it for their group only.
One persons order is fulfilled, one step forward, the queue gets smaller.
He can feel his fringe sticking to his forehead and he wipes it aside, grimacing at the damp strands that he knows will be several shades darker then the rest of his hair.
At first, he doesn't notice the guy staring at him next to the floor to ceiling windows. He's wearing a baby blue striped t-shirt, coupled with raised eyebrows and messy hair. On the high table next to him is an abandoned coffee, keeping warm under the beating sun from outside.
He's still there when they leave, PJ's hat clutched between his fingers because it's too freakin hot to put it back on. His camera bag is slouched across his body, and he's grinning at something Sophie says, when a hand clamps his shoulder and he turns around.
The stranger that had been watching him is gaping open mouthed at PJ's forehead.
That's when he remembers what Chris wrote, and he's going to explain, he swears he is, but the guy is hot. His floppy brown hair is messy above green flecked hazel eyes, and his mouth is practically begging to be... put to use.
"I can explain," He finally breathes out, making an effort to stop staring at the stranger.
The guy quirks an eyebrow and crosses his arms, as if to say go ahead, I've got all day.
"See, this thing, y'know-""Let me stop you right there," He smirks, interrupting PJ's garbled rambling. From his pocket he pulls out a thin marker and in sloped, disjointed text, writes something on his palm. Then he takes PJ's slender wrist in his hand, circling it with his fingers, and turns it around, his thumb drifting idly down his wrist and resting over PJ's pulse point.
you're PJ
what's on your forehead is a work of art
just like your face
I'm fated to love you
"Do I get a hello kiss or do you not put out on the first date?" Chris smiles wide and his other hand, the one not sliding into his own palm and curling around his fingers so they entwine, is reaching around his waist.
PJ blushes and manages a "Public," Before slipping out of his grasp.
"Oh c'mon honey, it's gonna happen sometime," Chris whines, high pitched and strung out.
PJ shakes his head, and walks away from Chris. He follows him, long legs catching up quickly. He throws an arm around PJ's shoulders casually and leans down, pressing a wet open mouthed kiss on the side of his cheek.
"You and me Peej, we're gonna fuck away the world."
PJ rolls his eyes, brain automatically lending the words dick, and you're a. But he rejects his instinct and goes for a muttered "You should feel so lucky."
"Oh I will. Later."
It's natural, seamless, right.
Chris is his. He is Chris's.
Part 2
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