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Panic attacks were something he’d gotten accustomed to, along with insomnia and phases of depression. Were his situation different, Leo would’ve gone to a therapist long ago. He knew it would be best to get help, but he also knew that he couldn’t, not like this. The root of his mental illnesses was the crime family and what happened the day he fled; talking to a therapist would mean revealing that Leo was not real. And he couldn’t do that. Not when they could find him.

But thinking about these things would not help him calm down, so Leo scooted a little closer to Hongbin and focused on the warmth of his shoulder and arm. The tune Hongbin hummed almost made Leo smile, and he let out a slow breath, glad for the coolness of the night. “Are you sure?” he asked softly. “You can go back inside.” Please don’t go.

It took a few moments before he answered Hongbin’s question. “I want to leave,” he carefully confirmed, “but you can stay. I can get back alone.” Another moment of silence. “I don’t want to ruin your night even more. You should be relaxing, not…” He gestured at himself.

Hongbin actually scoffed at the idea of going back into the gala, rolling his eyes. Typical, that Leo would be worried about being a downer or something right now. “I’m not going anywhere,” he stated firmly, flashing a smile. As if he was going to leave one of his best friends at a time like this. Nope, not happening. After all, he was known to have a calming and uplifting influence on people. That was kind of his whole thing, actually.

“Don’t be silly! It’s not like this is really my scene, anyway. C’mon, let’s go~” He replied, standing and offering Leo his hand to help him up. He honestly could not care less about leaving the gala; in fact, it was almost a relief. He was kind of tired, it would be sort of nice to retire early. “Unless you’d rather be alone, I mean--”

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Hongbin in Shangri-La (Super Concert in Taipei)

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mateo had only gone to the gym, on this particular day, to relieve stress. his body’s been tensed up from all of the stressful events at the university, and he ultimately decided to go run it all out on the treadmill instead of picking another fight and getting in trouble for it. he’s been at it for about an hour, sweat running down his body profusely, but he doesn’t seem to plan on stopping anytime soon. after finishing the last few sprints on the timer, he steps off and decides to stretch his muscles out before hitting the showers.

“sweet,” he speaks as he enters, a small grin on his face as he realizes that the change room must be empty due to the lack of sound, but he was wrong. wanting to grab his things to shower, he walks into the hallway and to the locker area, where a small yelp of shock escapes his lips as he sees one man frantically putting on his shirt. too late, mateo’s already seen the markings on his back; he’s quite curious, but contemplates whether or not asking about it is a good idea. 

“sorry, did i scare you?” he chuckles, heading to his own locker, which was only a few lockers away from the man. he unlocks it with the key provided, quickly rummaging through his things and grabbing what he needs to shower. “why… why were you rushing?” he refers to when he came in, quickly adding an explanation so that the other wouldn’t be too alarmed, “i mean, it’s only natural to. but, where’d you get those, man?” he speaks cautiously, looking to meet the man’s gaze.

“Oh, no, not at all.” Hongbin was not a good liar, but he did not really want to admit that he had been spooked. After all, someone who did not have something to hide wouldn’t be spooked, would they? So yeah, he was trying to act natural, one could say. It was probably not working. “Rushing? Ah, yeah-- I just got called into work. I work for the police.” Only a slight lie; he had not been called into work, but he was going to stop by to grab a few files before going home.

“Th-Those?” He presses his lips together, swallowing hard. He knew exactly what the other was referring to, of course, but he needed to stall for a moment to work on a convincing lie. But there really wasn’t a good cover story, was there? Not for those scars. And he did not want to be dishonest. “They’re nothing,” he replied quickly instead, rummaging through his bag for his phone. With any luck, the other male would just drop it. 

“Nice weather lately, huh?” Ah yes, a distraction. The worst distraction, but better than nothing.

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“Maybe I should have a word with crime,” Leo said in what could be classified as a joke. “To make sure you can rest more.” He and Hongbin had been friends for… a long time now, and it was things like this where that became noticeable. Little jokes, little smiles, things that people who didn’t know Leo well never got to see.

Another thing they didn’t get to see: Leo being at his most vulnerable. Well, if it was up to him, no one would see him like that, but Hongbin was here and Leo was very not okay in this moment. Crowds were difficult enough, but add loud noises to that and Leo’s brain more or less shut off. The touch of Hongbin’s fingers against his shoulder made Leo flinch, but he nodded as he tried to focus on breathing.

By the time they got outside, Leo was hyperventilating. He leaned against the nearest wall and slowly slid down until he sat on the ground, trying to regain some sort of control over himself. No one else was out here; it was quiet and the fresh air was nice and cool, a soft breeze blowing. It took a few minutes, but eventually Leo’s breathing calmed down a little and he managed to look at Hongbin. “S-sorry,” he managed to say.

“Ah, yeah. I’m sure if you give it a stern talking to, crime will gladly give me a break. It’s probably very misunderstood, after all,” Hongbin replied, laughing. He liked Leo’s jokes-- they were so dry that it was hard to tell when he was joking, but they were close enough that he could tell now, and they were usually pretty good.

“Should I get you some water--?” But Leo was already on the way out, so he just followed along to make sure that he was alright. He was not exactly unused to these kind of panic attacks (they were something of a side-effect of surviving a suicide cult), but he did not want to be too overbearing or do anything wrong. So he just settled himself next to Leo and waited, humming a little tune, hoping it might be comforting, or at least would assure the other man that he was right there.

“Don’t be. It’s okay,” he replied with a soft smile, shifting a little closer so that their shoulders were just barely touching. He was glad that Leo seemed to be alright, he had been worried for a moment there. “Do you want to leave?”

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❝ Well, you should be more careful,Hongbin. ❞

“Don’t you worry, Auntie! I’m with the police, no one would bother me,” he assured her, patting her on the head. It was nice that she was concerned about him leaving work so late, although he did think the worry was unnecessary. It was still sweet of her-- Bastet was just sweet in general, really. Probably the best aunt ever, although he did not really have anyone to compare her to.

“If you want I can visit you when I get home every night so that you know I’m safe~” He suggested jokingly, a bright smile on his face. “Or you could just send a kitty to check up on me, I suppose.”

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Hongbin had started going to the gym. He was visiting crime scenes more often and generally doing more for work, so he felt like he should get himself into better shape-- not to mention that working all the time meant that he did not exercise as much as he probably should. So he had gotten himself a gym membership and he was determined to go a few times a week, even just for some light cardio and weight lifting. It was not like he was aiming to be a bodybuilder or anything.

The only bad thing about the gym was the changing rooms-- something that Hongbin had avoided very diligently since he was young. The scars on his back were a major insecurity of his, more because of what had caused them than because they were ugly or something. No one in Mount Phoenix knew about his past; or, at least, no one outside of the council, as far as he knew. And no one needed to know. All of that was in the past.

However, that day he had sweat more than usual and the change room was empty, so he risked taking a quick shower. That turned out to be fine, no problems. It was only when he was getting dressed, his torso still bare as he fastened his jeans, that he heard someone behind him. He tensed, spinning on his heel and snatching up his shirt to quickly tug it over his head-- but he could tell by the look on the stranger’s face that he had seen. “Oh, um, hi! Didn’t see you there!” He said, maybe a little too loud, his smile strained.

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Jimin had been pulled to yet another one of his friends’ ploys to get him drunk off of his ass after not having seen the other demigod for a long time. They had met when they were younger as their families had great ties with one another. The plans for revenge for Alexios had been long forgotten as liquid courage flowed down his throat. It was hours later that Jimin finally managed to get out of Alexios’ car after he had insisted to drive his drunken friend home, but Jimin had told him that he should be fine. He wasn’t. It might have been a whole half an hour that he’s been fiddling with he same key trying to unlock his apartment door, whining as it won’t fit into the keyhole at all. His drunkenness had even managed to let him ignore his neighbor who was passing by as he hit his head continuously on the door. A pout was evident on his lips as he tried again. Only then, a louder whine spilled from his lips. “Stupid hic- keys!”

As usual, Hongbin was late coming home from work. Was he ever not late coming home from work? Not that he minded, of course. Humming a little tune as he walked up the stairs and along the hall, he only paused as he passed his neighbour’s door, where the man he had only seen a few times seemed to be having trouble with his keys. In fact, he had never seen someone struggle to unlock a door so terribly.

He hesitated a moment before reaching out to tap the other male on the shoulder. “Hey, um, do you need some help?” Was this guy drunk? He had to be, right? No one in a proper state would be having such a hard time. Hopefully he wasn’t on drugs, that would be kind of uncomfortable. He was probably drunk, though.

“I’m your neighbour, Hongbin. Uh, hi?”

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Hongbin did not know how he had got there. A lady had asked him for a favour, and of course he had not been able to say no, and now he was-- what, on a date with her daughter? He really didn’t know, the situation was sort of unclear. He did not really even consider it s date, since they did not even know each other. It was more of a... introduction dessert time? Sure, why not? It was not like either of them seemed overly interested in the date thing.

“Sorry?” What was that? Spanish, maybe, but he could not know for sure. He offered her a bright smile, hoping to alleviate some of the tension. He really hated feeling awkward. “Your mom seems like a formidable woman-- I don’t think I’d normally find myself in this situation,” he commented, chuckling. 

“Right? Cake makes everything better, even a strange not-really-date-thing.” He picked up the menu, scanning it while chewing on the inside of his cheek. He was glad that at least most of the awkwardness seemed to have passed. “I’m Lee Hongbin, by the way. And you are?”

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​❝ You wanna tell me what the hell is going on, then? ❞

“Oh, there was a m-- incident?” Maybe it wasn’t good to just tell people about a local murder so blatantly, he realized. “It’s a police matter, but there’s nothing to worry about, promise.” He glanced over his shoulder, glad to see that the police cruiser was blocking the view of the corpse. It was not a gruesome sight to him, but it may have been to her and other civilians. He snapped a latex glove on and grabbed his kit, offering her a gentle smile. “No need to be alarmed, go on about your day~”

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❝ You thought I was just another bubble-headed blond bimbo! ❞

“Hm? No, not at all! I mean, you are blonde, but that’s not...” Hongbin blinked, trying to figure out how the conversation had turned to this. Had he said something wrong? He couldn’t remember speaking out of turn; but he also often talked without really thinking his words through. “I’m sure you’re very smart! I’m sure there’s lots of smart blonds! I mean, hair colour is really no indication of a person’s intelligence, especially if it’s dyed...” He should probably just stop talking.

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​❝ What’s the world ever done for us, anyway? It hates us. ❞

Hongbin’s brow furrowed, a troubled look crossing his face. “Sometimes bad things happen, but that doesn’t mean the world hates us! Everything is random, it’s not malicious.” That’s what he had been telling himself for years, anyway. There was no creator who planned out everything that happened to you, even all the bad things, it was all just luck of the draw. That was a more comforting line of thinking than what the pastor had told him when he was young.

“Some people are bad, but the whole world isn’t bad. We’re not bad, right?” He asked, giving Leo a little nudge and offering him a wan smile. “Come on, let’s go get some ice cream-- nothing can be bad when you have ice cream~”

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❝ You just can’t forget who you really are. ❞

“Hm?” Hongbin blinked slowly, watching Nuwa’s face for a long moment. What did she mean by that? What did she know? There was something very unsettling about what she had said. “Well if you are you, can you forget who you are? Seems unlikely that you could,” he reasoned, trying to shake off the cold feeling that had settled over him. He knew who he was, and that had nothing to do with certain events that were for some reason coming to mind.

“There’s some things you can’t forget, that’s got to be one of them.”

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💋    HARLEY   QUINN   DIALOGUE    PROMPTS   !

triggering  /  nsfw   may  be  present ,  these  are  taken  from  a  variety  of   different  sources.

​❝ Love your perfume. What is that? The stench of death? ❞

❝ Huh? What was that? I should kill everyone and escape? ❞

❝ We’re bad guys. It’s what we do. ❞

​❝ I’m known to be quite vexing. I’m just forewarning you. ❞

❝ You’re cute. You want me? I’m all yours.  ❞

❝ Why, what’s wrong? You don’t like me? Fine. Don’t waste my time then.  ❞

​❝ You got all dressed up for me? ❞

​❝ Why do you eat people? Would you like to eat me? ❞

​❝ I’m bored! I need a victim, a mind to pry apart and spit in. ❞

​❝ You wanna tell me what the hell is going on, then? ❞

​❝ You ever been in love? ❞

​❝ Own that shit. Own it! What’d you think was gonna happen? Huh? ❞

​❝ I’m not much of a joiner, but… maybe we should. ❞

​❝ What’s the world ever done for us, anyway? It hates us. ❞

​❝ I gotta work on my cardio. ❞

​❝ I’ve never seen you laugh before! I don’t think I like it! ❞

​❝ You give ‘em twenty minutes of naughty fun time and they think they own ya! ❞

❝ You think I’m just some dizzy airhead that don’t know nothin’. ❞

​❝ You’re gonna make me do it, aren’t you? ❞

​❝ Anyone who throws boomerangs has some real issues letting go. ❞

​❝ I’m fine. We’re done. He’s a jerk. Whatever. ❞

​❝ I got an itch I thought you could help me scratch, cowboy… ❞

​❝ Oh well, at least I’m going out on a joke.  ❞

❝ I’m sick of people trying to shoot me, run me over or blow me up! ❞

❝ Get your own hostage! ❞

❝ You thought I was just another bubble-headed blond bimbo! ❞

❝ Well, the joke’s on you, ‘cause I’m not even a real blonde. ❞

❝ I want to listen to the radio! ❞

❝ Gee, it’s amazing the things you find in people’s glove compartments. ❞

❝ Did you see the way I handled those creeps? Pow! Bam! ❞

❝ I’m keeping this one just for myself… maybe.  ❞

❝ I think we can still work it out, don’t you? ❞

❝ I believe I served you with a subpoena once… It was a small subpoena. ❞

❝ Gee, boss, you really know how to put the fun in funeral. ❞

❝ My boss likes me to wear a smile to work… ❞

❝ No more love. No more crime. No more nothing. I’m through… ❞

❝ Take a break and play a while, doo da, doo da. ❞

❝ Oy. Beauty school is starting to look pretty good about now. ❞

❝ Sweetie, go get mommy’s bazooka. ❞

❝ I struggle to make a good home for you and this is the thanks I get! ❞

❝ It’s you. The way you move… The way you… ❞

❝ It’d be a shame to get blood all over my nice new outfit. ❞

❝ Ready for some slapstick? ❞

❝ I had a kitty once. You know, they don’t always land on their feet.. ❞

❝ We’ve got lots of cash-ching! We’ve got so much cash-ching! ❞

❝ Why won’t you tell me how you broke my hypnosic spell? ❞

❝ You wanna play? Okay, let’s play! ❞

❝ You’re really sick, you know that, boss? ❞

❝ Well, well, well. Looks like someone’s luck ran out. ❞

❝ Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! We-we killed him! ❞

❝ Sometimes, to get where you want to go, you gotta be somebody else for a while. ❞

❝ You just can’t forget who you really are. ❞

❝ Just goes to show you, never send a business man to do a psychopath’s job. ❞

❝ It shouldn’t be too difficult. Just follow the mayhem. ❞

❝ If I had a hammer, I’d hammer the evening, I’d hammer in the morning, all over your skull! ❞

❝ Actually I don’t know, I am rarely in it. ❞

❝ I am to busy doing the job you neglected to do. ❞

❝ Well, you should be more careful, [ NAME ].  ❞

❝ To what do we attribute this sudden cheerful outlook? ❞

❝ We got his credit cards; what’s to worry? ❞

❝ Wait! Want to see a movie? ❞

❝ Yahtzee! ❞

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Leo had never been a fan of crowds. And he had never attempted to make any of his personas extroverted in any way; it simply didn’t work with the way his brain was wired. Weirdly enough, however, he felt slightly more relaxed now that Hongbin was here. Not completely relaxed, of course not, but it was… easier. Breathing calmly was no longer an impossible feat.

“You should rest more,” he said softly, like he always did when they met up. “Don’t overwork yourself.” It was not out of the intent to lie; Leo was genuinely concerned about his friend. “I am… alright. The food is very good.” Two women had actually come up to him before and asked him to dance, which he denied in confusion. Why were they interested in him? To be fair, he hadn’t actually… told anyone he was gay. But still, why had they set their eyes on him out of all people?

“Nothing special happened. Some people are drinking far too much, so maybe…” He shrugged. “You didn’t miss anything.” In that moment, someone dropped a plate somewhere and someone else began to yell. Leo flinched, seemed to curl in on himself. His eyes darted around nervously as if looking for a way to escape, and his breathing quickened.

“Not you too--” Hongbin complained, although he could not help but smile. It was nice when Leo showed he cared. Not that he didn’t know that he cared, because he did, but the other male did not necessarily show it that often. “How about this, I’ll rest when crime rests,” he joked, seeming rather pleased with himself about that little quip. It kind of made him sound like Batman or something.

He hummed, looking around curiously for a moment. “Well, at least the food is good. Even if everything else isn’t good, that’s a plus.” Lee Hongbin, forever looking on the bright side. Not that he was saying everything else was bad, though; the atmosphere was nice, the company was good... On the whole, everything seemed pleasant.

“Oh!” He jumped a bit when he heard something shatter, then let out a breathy little chuckle at himself. The sound died when he glanced over at Leo, though, because his friend suddenly looked extremely uncomfortable. “Hey, are you okay?” He asked quietly, carefully reaching over to touch his shoulder. “Do you want to go outside for a minute?”

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It hadn’t been Leo’s idea for him to come here tonight. An employee of his had insisted, claiming it wasn’t good for him to always avoid events like this. He’d been confused as to why his employee knew that he hadn’t taken part in previous dinners and festivals and whatnot, but… well, they weren’t wrong.

So here he was, standing close to the wall, drink in hand. He had only taken a few sips, actually, and was using it as something to hold on to rather than properly drinking it. There were… a lot of people. Everyone seemed to be dancing and chatting lively, but Leo just wasn’t the social type. He’d never been, no matter who he claimed to be.

Luckily he heard his name being called and turned his head to find Hongbin lighting up the room with his smile. It was infectious; the tiniest smile spread on Leo’s lips. “I’m glad you’re here,” he said softly. “I… don’t know why I agreed to come here. It’s very… crowded.”

“Yeah, it is kind of crowded, huh? I wasn’t even going to come, but my supervisor basically made me. Said I ‘work too much’ or something crazy like that...” He paused, spotting said man across the room and offering an awkward wave. “Considering I’m pretty much the only forensic scientist in town, I thought it was good that I did so much overtime, but maybe they’re tired of paying me overtime. Not that they need to, I’d be happy to work the extra hours for normal pay-”

He was rambling, he realized, quickly closing his mouth and waiting a beat. “Are you having a good time? An okay time? The food does look good, at least.” He took Leo’s little smile as a sign that he was at least not completely miserable, which was good.

“Did anything exciting happen before I got here? I imagine a ballroom full of gods could be exciting... for the right or wrong reasons, probably.” It didn’t look like anyone had gotten into a brawl or anything, which was good; but he supposed that might change as the night went on, thanks to the open bar.

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@mpxleo

Hongbin had not intended to come to the gala. He had intended to stay late into the night to work on a rape case, hoping to get some DNA off of the victim’s clothes that could lead to the assailant. However, his plans had changed when his superior had barged into the lab, pulled him into the hallway, locked the door and handed him a ticket to the gala. “You work too much, go have some fun,” the man had told him, clapping him on the shoulder. 

So, unable to argue, he had gone home, put on the simple suit he still had from a conference he had went to during university, and made his way to city hall. It felt strange, entering the ballroom. He had been in the city for months, but he felt like he hardly knew anyone. He really did work too much, didn’t he? He was starting to waver, to feel like maybe he should just leave and retreat to the comfort of home, when he spotted a familiar face tucked over by the wall.

“Leo! You’re here!” He could not keep the relief out of his voice, a smile lighting up his face. “I’m kind of surprised, but I’m glad-- I know basically no one else here.”

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