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leighcest Ā· 4 months ago
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HE'S SO STUPID I LOVE HIM BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY I LOVE YOU VIVI
rambling under cut:3
OH. MY. GOD. THIS WAS SO PERFECT I'M SOBBING. I've only flown once and it was to California but if this happened to me irl I would breakdown sobbing. UGH VIVI YOU ARE SO GOOD AT WRITING.
Leon talking about reader is so perfect I'm losing my shit rn
"Newton is to apple as Kennedy is to coffee." YOU FUCKING GENIUS THAT WAS SUCH AMAZING SYNTAX (is that the word? I have no idea..) I'M JUST LIKE ?? UGH VIVI I HAVE SUCH A BIG CRUSH ON YOU THAT WAS SO SMART I'M LIKE EIENEJIE
"And holy fucking shit the pretty girl is sitting right next to him" THATS SO SILLY šŸ˜­šŸ˜­ VIVI I LOVE YOUR BRAIN SO MUCH
This was amazing 10/10 would read again
Left to his own devices during an international flight, Leon reflects on the most recent failure in his life: screwing over his airport crush. Said crush might also happen to be seated a couple rows ahead.
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f / m, fluff, romance, you know the drill, bitches. leon is stupid and clumsy and crushing on you like crazy!! roman holiday mentioned bc i love gregory peck
word count: 957 // read on ao3
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a/n: for my beautiful beautiful mutuals @idyllcy + @kennedysbaby <3 make sure to buckle up when you fly!! and don't take your shoes off on planes that's gross dudes
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On long international flights, youā€™ve got three options to pass the time:
stuff your face.
watch outdated blockbusters.
sleep like the dead.
Leon, however, picks option D) relive the most embarrassing moments of his life while trying not to throw himself out of the nearest emergency exit. Heā€™s such an efficient decision maker that heā€™s whittled his selection down to the most recent of these moments ā€“ exactly three hours ago.
Three hours ago at the Seattle-Tacoma International Airport, Leon was the biggest jackass to the prettiest girl heā€™s ever seen.Ā 
Sheā€™d been sitting pretty, smiling down at her phone like some sort of angel sent from the sky in the early morning rays, and Leon was half-awake, running late as always. Eyes shutting by themselves. Shitty airport coffee bombarding his taste buds. Five oā€™clock in the morning is the worst time to have Hunnigan yelling in his earpiece.Ā 
If Leon had decided to sit anywhere other than the closest spot, right behind that pretty girl, his brain wouldnā€™t have been torturing him for the past three hours. He groans at the memory, waving a hand dismissively at the flight attendant offering him an extra blanket.Ā 
Leon doesnā€™t deserve warm blankets right now. The Antarctic should freeze him over and karma should shut down his in-flight entertainment screen. He cranes his neck to find the back of the girlā€™s head for the the millionth time, and there she is, sandwiched between two burly strangers, beautiful head left pillowless because Leon stole that too along with her window seat.Ā 
How?Ā 
In Leonā€™s half-asleep daze, heā€™d taken a nice big stretch, reaching his arms skyward to smooth out last missionā€™s leftover muscle pulls. And in that same daze, heā€™d conveniently forgotten about the lukewarm cup of coffee he was still holding.Ā 
Newton is to apple as Kennedy is to coffee; heā€™d spilled every last drop down the back of the girlā€™s neck. Saturated her travel pillow right through. Her yelp had woken him up faster than any coffee in his life, and heā€™d whipped his head around to meet a pair of stunning eyes, wide open in shock that was entirely his fault.
And he didnā€™t even apologize!Ā 
No, what Leon did was stare at her like a blithering idiot.Ā 
Her boarding pass had happened to be tucked in her back pocket and coffee had spilled all over that too. It was made of some sort of eco-friendly paper, the kind that promises to disintegrate within seconds of contact with water to not choke the turtles or whatever, and thatā€™s exactly what it did. Going, going, gone in front of his eyes. And to top it all off, Leonā€™s boarding group got called at that exact minute, and heā€™d left the poor girl to sort out her seat without so much as offering to help.
ā€œSir?ā€ the flight attendant repeats.
Leon blinks, busy swimming in guilty reverie. ā€œI said donā€™t need a blanket.ā€Ā 
ā€œNo sir, Iā€™m actually coming here with a seat change request,ā€ she says, louder this time. ā€œWould you mind someone taking the empty spot next to you?ā€
Well, itā€™s not like he needs the aisle seat for his feet or something.Ā 
ā€œYeah, sure thing.ā€
And he closes his eyes to return to his pity party, hears shuffling in the dimly-lit cabin as the seat next to him dips, and you know what? It is kind of cold. He could use that extra blanket. Leon cracks open an eye andĀ holy fucking shit the pretty girl is sitting right next to him.
ā€œItā€™s you,ā€ he stammers, sitting ramrod straight. ā€œI amĀ soĀ incredibly sorry about earlier. I didnā€™t mean to run off like that at all.ā€
She faces him. Recognizes him. ā€œO-Oh, itā€™s okay, donā€™t worry about it. I still made the flight, right?ā€Ā 
He shakes his head. ā€œYou got stuck in late boarding. You got a bad seat because of me and- god, your pillow. Iā€™ll buy you another one the moment we land, okay?ā€Ā 
But the pretty girl,Ā you, you just laugh. ā€œReally, itā€™s alright. It was a ratty old thing.ā€
ā€œThen let me buy you a coffee,ā€ Leon insists, searching for some kind of way to make up for his blunder, ā€œitā€™ll be morning when we land and you couldnā€™t have gotten any sleep stuck between those guys in your old seat.ā€Ā 
Way to go. Heā€™s just confessed to staring at you the whole flight like some kind of stalker.Ā 
ā€œIā€™m more of a tea person, but you know what? Iā€™ll take the offer.ā€Ā 
Tea. He likes tea. Leon breathes a sigh of relief as you settle in, buckling your belt and digging around for the in-flight entertainment remote. He hands it to you from under your seat, brushing his shoulder against your knee and suddenly feeling a lot less cold as heat floods his face.
You smile when he surfaces. ā€œFound anything good to watch?ā€
ā€œMm, not much. Hope you likeĀ Roman Holiday,ā€ Leon adds softly, ā€œitā€™s the only movie with subtitles.ā€
ā€œCanā€™t say I donā€™t. Itā€™s one of my favorites.ā€Ā 
Heā€™s going woozy. Is it the cabin pressure? Audrey Hepburn flashes across the screen in black and white, but heā€™s finding her beauty a lot less blinding than yours. Youā€™re tilting your head at him, shit, is he staring again?
ā€œThank you, uh, gosh,ā€ you chuckle, ā€œI never caught your name.ā€
Phew.
ā€œLeon,ā€ he supplies with a grin. ā€œAnd you are?ā€
Youā€™re a liar, is what you are. A beautiful liar because heā€™s right ā€“ you havenā€™t gotten a wink of sleep since he ruined your pillow. Your head drops onto his shoulder not ten minutes intoĀ Roman Holiday, and Leon could swear Audrey winks at him before she drifts off to sleep too.
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tsandoll Ā· 5 months ago
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hi bunny :D just wanted to say that i hope youā€™re doing well! ā™” and i wish you a wonderful day ahead šŸŒøšŸŒøšŸŒø
taesan for u <3
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hi viviiiii :(( you're so cute, thank you for sending these asks and checking in, it means so so much <3 im doing okay and im hope you're doing well also!! AND THE TAESAN PIC AHHHDBNDN my cutie šŸ˜ž
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