#yoi post

(A/N: This is a LeoJi fanfic based on the headcanons by @guanghongvoice and @leodelaiglesia-skates. I hope you enjoy part one!)

“Shizi,” I said, pouting. Leo was scarfing down a leftover Egg McMuffin, which I wouldn’t have minded if he didn’t have practice today. I chose to spend the night at his house, where we locked ourselves in each other’s arms and drowned out the noise from the television with our kissing.

“How are you going to ‘finally land some quads’ with that in your system?” I asked. Never mind the time I ate jianbing the night before last year’s Cup of China.

“Sorry, baby. I just didn’t want it to go to waste,” he said. He crumpled the yellow wrapper into a ball and tossed it in the trash can by their table, nearly hitting his little sister Bella. She yanked out her right earbud and shot a nasty glare.

“Hey, watch it! I’m trying to watch Phichit’s eyeliner tutorial.” Leo got up, throwing his gym bag over his shoulder.

“I’m gonna tell him to block you until you finish your history report.” Bella nibbled on the teeth of her fork and stared off in mock innocence.

“I’m almost done,” she said like she was trying to convince even herself. Leo rolled his eyes, then turned to me.

“Anyways, I’m just fighting off the munchies. I should be fine, cariño.”

“Then eat some fruit or something!” I said. I hoped that if I nagged hard enough, the thoughts of my own shortcomings would subside.

“The Munchies didn’t want fruit right now,” he chucked, “the Munchies wanted that McMuffin. And right now they want some Guang Hong.” He scooped me in his arms and before he could ravish my face, I built a wall with my hand between our lips.

“You don’t get to kiss me until you land a quad today.” With that, I slipped out of his embrace and walked out the door without looking back. …

At the ice rink, I sat on the bench, taking swigs of my water while I watched Leo practice. There was something so impeccably sexy about the way Leo skated. From the sway of his hips to the furrowing of his brows, Leo looked as focused as he did collected. Whatever he planned on wearing for this year’s competition had better show off the outline of his backside. Leo bit his lower lip and casted this newfound look of determination. Was he finally aiming for that quad? He propelled himself into the air, making time to spin before landing.

“Oof!” He plummeted to the ice, his arm breaking his fall. He wasn’t getting up.

“Shizi?!” I leaped from my seat and glided across the ice towards him.

“Are you okay?!” I asked, kneeling down. Leo sat up almost instantly. His chestnut hair draped over his eye, making him look unkept in the most appealing way.

“I’m fine,” he said and leaned for me, “I’ll be even better once I get that ki-”

“With that landing? I don’t think so. How does that McMuffin feel now?” I poked the tip of his nose and laughed. Leo only stared at me with the usual warmth in his eyes completely absent. My smile faded. I was always one to frown in the face of judgement over other people’s actions and yet here I was bullying my boyfriend over his eating habits. At the time, it didn’t dawn on me that Leo had every fast food restaurant known to America on each block of his neighborhood and how hard it was for him to stay in shape while being surrounded by so many temptations.

“Leo, wait, I-I didn’t mean…” Leo waved his hand and got up.

“Look, I gotta go finish my practice.” he mumbled before skating away. The look of determination he wore earlier left in favor of a look of uneasiness. Reluctantly, I left the rink and saw my way towards my seat. I noticed that my water bottle was empty and left for the nearest fountain without glancing at Leo.

“Stupid stupid stupid,” played in my mind on repeat. As I waited for the fountain to fill my bottle to the brim, I rehearsed an apology. I got so caught up in my teasing that I disregarded Leo’s feelings. It was a careless move for someone who had feelings for him upon meeting him. I spent years of littering my bedroom floor with empty pints of ice cream and soggy tissues from crying over how “a guy like him would never go for me”. Between all of that, I confided in my friend Jean Jacques Leroy, or “JJ” as people would call him. I didn’t know how, but his methods of comforting me soon became sexual experiments. He wasn’t my first, but there was some form of safety in exploring each other’s bodies and being completely open with one another. Though, it wasn’t what we did that hung on my shoulders like bricks. It was the fact that Leo doesn’t even know that we went beyond kissing. The sudden wetness of my hand prompted me to notice my bottle overflowing.

I need bring this spanish meme at english. sorry, not sorry.

Bonus:

*New meta or interviews come out*