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sherewrytes · 2 months ago

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WHAT THESE BITCHES WANT FROM A NIGGA Part 3

Part 3. There should be 2 more parts in this

Here is a lil fic inspired by me listening to way too much DMX songs

I thought it was over but yn kept going

I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching Y/N pace back and forth in her living room, absolutely lighting me up.

"You got some fucking nerve, Ony," she snapped, eyes flashing with frustration. "You sit up on that IG Live entertaining these random-ass girls, and you wonder why people think you're a damn dog? Like, be serious!"

I sighed, rubbing my temple. "Man, you really kept tabs on that Live, huh?"

Wrong. Thing. To. Say.

She stopped pacing so fast I thought she might give herself whiplash.

"Kept tabs?" she echoed, voice laced with disbelief. "Kept tabs?! Oh, my God, Ony, are you dumb?"

Before I could even get a word in, she went off again.

"You had some random ass fan talking about she fucked you two years ago—for clout! Then another chick saying she was pregnant by you—pregnant, Ony! And she lied! Like paternity tests don’t exist! And you just sat there, looking pretty and playing into it like it was cute."

I opened my mouth, but she wasn’t done.

"Let’s not even talk about the other women you had in the comments shooting their shot, and you just eating that shit up like it’s your damn job."

I huffed, pushing off the wall. "Man, none of that shit was real. You know how this industry is, Y/N—people say whatever for attention. That girl ain’t never touched me in her damn life. And that pregnancy shit? I handled that. I been handled that."

She folded her arms, unimpressed. "Yeah? You handled it? Is that why it was trending for a whole day?"

I dragged a hand down my face. "Man, you work in media, you know how people love to stir shit up. That’s what they do."

She laughed—cold and sharp. "Oh, now you wanna talk about media? Now you wanna acknowledge how this shit works? But when I brought up that song and all those names getting leaked, you was all ‘nah, let the music speak for itself.’ You pick and choose when to care about this shit, Ony."

I frowned. "You really been watching all this, huh? Damn, you keeping tabs on me, pretty."

That was the moment I knew I fucked up.

Y/N stopped, stared at me for two full seconds, and then—

"Keeping tabs?" she repeated, this time in that eerily calm voice that meant shit was about to go left. "Oh, I'm keeping tabs?"

I opened my mouth, but she cut me off before I could dig myself a deeper hole.

"I’m a fucking—" she took a deep breath, eyes narrowing, "—journalist, Ony. A goddamn music journalist. I literally get paid to keep up with the industry. It is my job to know what’s happening, to write about shit like this. You think I’m out here lurking on you like some crazed fan? And I also work for Vogue, dumbass. Fuck off."

…Damn.

I blinked. Okay, I deserved that one.

She huffed, still mad, but I could tell some of her anger had burned out now that she got that off her chest.

"Look," I started, voice softer now. "I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant—damn, Y/N, I ain’t think you cared enough to pay attention."

Her jaw tightened, and she looked away for a second before shaking her head. "It’s not about caring, Ony. It’s about the fact that your name is everywhere, and when your name comes up, so does mine. People love digging up old shit, and I gotta deal with it whether I want to or not. That’s the difference between you and me—you get to play into it when it benefits you, and I get dragged into it whether I like it or not."

That shut me up real quick. Because she was right.

I exhaled, running a hand over my head. "You’re right. I ain’t think about it like that."

She scoffed. "Yeah, no shit."

Another beat of silence. The tension is still thick, but not suffocating anymore. I looked at her, really looked at her. She was still the same Y/N, still sharp as hell, still real as fuck.

And somehow, even after all the yelling, I still just wanted to pull her close.

I hesitated, then asked, "So… what now?"

She exhaled, like she was trying to let go of the frustration. Then she looked at me, lips pursed. "What now? You tell me, Ony. ‘Cause I’m not about to be just another name in your mentions."

I took a step closer, lowering my voice. "You never been just another name, Y/N. You know that."

She didn’t move away, but she didn’t soften either.

"Prove it."

And just like that, the challenge was set.

I tightened my grip just enough to make her stop but not enough to hold her against her will. She turned back, eyes sharp, lips already parting like she was about to unleash another read on me.

“Let go of me, Ony,” she warned, voice low, but I could see the flicker of something else in her gaze—something she didn’t want to admit.

I didn’t let go. Not yet.

“Nah,” I said, voice just as low, searching her face. “You still ain’t answer me. Why you still got them pictures up?”

She scoffed again, rolling her eyes like the answer was obvious. “Because I liked the damn pictures. Why does it matter?”

“Nah.” I shook my head, stepping just a little closer. “You got plenty of pictures you like, Y/N. But those? Them old ones of us? If you really ain’t give a fuck, you would’ve been took them down. But you didn’t. Why?”

She opened her mouth, then closed it.

I could see the war going on in her head. She was already trying to come up with another excuse, another way to dodge the real answer. But I wasn’t letting her get away with it. Not this time.

“Four years, Y/N,” I said, softer now. “We broke up four years ago. And you still got them up. Why?”

Her lips pressed together, her breathing just a little uneven.

Then she tried to turn again, and I caught her wrist—gently, but firmly.

“Stop running from me,” I murmured. “You never used to run.”

That did something to her.

I saw it in the way her body tensed, the way she sucked in a breath like I’d just hit a nerve she didn’t want touched.

“You don’t get to say that,” she muttered. “Not after everything.”

“So tell me,” I countered. “Tell me what everything is to you. ‘Cause from where I’m standing, it look like we still got some unfinished shit between us.”

She let out a humorless laugh. “Unfinished? Ony, you walked away, remember? You let me go.”

I exhaled through my nose, jaw tightening. “And you let me.”

Her eyes flared with something—anger, hurt, maybe both. “What was I supposed to do? Chase you? Beg you to stay when you had already made your choice?”

I looked her dead in the eyes and said the thing I hadn’t admitted in years.

“I never wanted to leave you.”

She froze.

For the first time since I pulled up, she had nothing to say.

And I knew, right then and there, we were finally about to have the conversation we should’ve had four years ago.

I dragged a hand down my face, exhaling through my nose. "Yeah... sounds about right."

She folded her arms, watching me like she was waiting for me to say more. I didn’t blame her. I’d been dodging this conversation for years. Might as well lay it all out now.

"I repeated myself—I never wanted to leave you." I looked her dead in the eyes. "It's not like the label forced me. I just... I don't know, my head was probably up my ass."

She scoffed. "Probably?"

I let out a low chuckle. "Okay, definitely. But I’m sorry. Everyone gave me flack for it. Connie didn’t talk to me outside of work or label shit for a year. I don’t even know how we ended up doing that track together recently. He was against working with me for a minute."

Y/N’s lips pressed together, but she didn’t look surprised. Connie was her best friend. Of course she knew how much he had hated me back then.

I sighed, shaking my head. "My mom aired me out. My lil sis, my big sis—fuck, even my dad did. And you know that man barely gets into shit."

She smirked slightly, and I knew that meant she remembered how chill my dad was. He was always the one to keep things level, to keep the peace. If he had something to say, I really must’ve fucked up.

Then Y/N tilted her head, a knowing look in her eyes. "Your grandaddy met me around that time too."

I blinked. "Huh?"

"Mhm." She nodded, arms still crossed. "He told me you were a damn fool. But," she lifted a finger, "he also said you made him proud, so he spared you a lecture when your family had that big-ass meeting about you."

I damn near choked. "Meeting?"

She laughed. "Yeah, apparently you were sullying the family name in the music industry, so they all sat down to talk about it."

I groaned, running both hands down my face this time. "Man, why am I just now hearing about this?"

"Because you weren’t talking to me," she shot back. "And trust me, if you had been, I would've told you first thing just to see the look on your face."

I shook my head, still processing. "They really sat down like I was a damn scandal?"

"Yes, Ony. They held a family meeting about you."

I sighed, shaking my head. "And my granddaddy really spared me a lecture?"

"Yeah." She shrugged. "He called you a fool, but said you were doing good for yourself, so he let it slide."

I let out a breath of relief. "Shit... I got lucky."

Y/N raised a brow. "Lucky? You think your family roasting you is the worst part of all this?"

I met her eyes again, and there was no playfulness there now. Just... that lingering hurt I had left behind.

And suddenly, I didn’t feel so lucky.

I started “YN I” then she cut me off “ Have a blessed night Ony.. see yourself out.” and pulled away and walked into her room and slammed her door.

I let out a slow breath, staring at the door she just slammed in my face.

"Damn."

I scrubbed a hand over my head, debating if I should knock. Say something else. Try harder. But something in her stance before she walked away told me that pushing wasn’t gonna get me anywhere right now.

So, I just... sat down.

Dropped onto her couch like I had all the time in the world.

I leaned back, spreading my legs out, resting my arm over the back of the couch like I wasn’t waiting for her to come back. Even though I was.

The TV was on but muted, the glow from the screen flickering over the room. I glanced around—same apartment style, new little details. Different art on the walls. A candle burning low on the table. A few blankets thrown over the armrest, the kind she always kept around for when she got cold.

It still felt like her.

Like I was stepping back into something I should’ve never walked away from.

I let out a slow exhale and glanced at the closed door again.

She still hadn’t come out.

I checked my phone. Ten minutes had passed. Then twenty.

I wasn’t going anywhere.

And she knew that.

I blinked my eyes open, adjusting to the early morning light slipping through the blinds. My neck was stiff as hell, and my arm was half-numb from the way I’d been laying.

It took me a second to get my bearings. The couch under me. The blanket draped over me—one of hers, smelled just like her too.

Then, the scent hit me.

Pancakes. Bacon. Coffee.

I ran a hand down my face, exhaling slow.

I didn’t even remember falling asleep. I just remembered bickering with her, watching her stomp off to her room, and me sitting here, staring at the damn door. Must’ve knocked out waiting for her to come back.

I sat up, the blanket slipping off me, and rolled my shoulders to shake the stiffness out. The sound of movement in the kitchen caught my attention. The faint clatter of plates. A pan sizzling.

I pushed up from the couch and stretched before heading toward the kitchen.

She was standing at the stove, back to me, one leg slightly bent as she flipped a pancake. She had on some tiny ass sleep shorts and an oversized tee, her bonnet still on.

I leaned against the doorway, watching her for a second.

"You tryna butter me up with breakfast?" I finally spoke, voice still rough from sleep.

She didn’t even turn around. "Nigga, please. I was already making this."

I smirked, stepping further into the kitchen. "And yet, you made enough for two."

She huffed, still not looking at me. "I didn’t wanna hear your stomach growling while I eat."

"So you care."

She turned her head just enough to side-eye me. "Aht Aht I ain’t say all that."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Mhm."

She slid a plate toward me on the counter without another word. Pancakes stacked, bacon piled up on the side. There was already syrup out.

I sat down, picking up a piece of bacon, chewing as I watched her fix her own plate.

She was quiet, but the energy between us wasn’t as tense as last night.

It wasn’t good, but it wasn’t bad either.

It was something.

I stopped chewing, the weight of the silence in the room finally sinking in, and before I even had time to think about it, I stood up.

I walked right up to her without a second thought. The sound of my footsteps on the floor seemed louder than usual in the quiet kitchen.

Her back was still to me as she fidgeted with the syrup bottle, eyes glued to the counter. I didn’t give her the chance to turn around, didn’t give her the space to push me away like I was expecting. I just wrapped my arms around her, feeling her stiffness instantly.

She didn’t move, didn’t say anything. But I felt the tension in her body, the tightness in her posture like she was still holding herself together in the aftermath of all of this. I didn’t care, though.

"YN… I’m sorry."

My voice came out softer than I expected, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. But it wasn’t about me. Not anymore.

I didn’t let go of her, even though I could feel her resistance, feel how hard it was for her to let me in. I wasn’t going to let this moment slip by without her hearing me.

"I know words won’t take away the pain I caused. I know nothing I say can make up for what I put you through. What I put us through."

I paused, swallowing down the lump in my throat. The apology felt like a weight I had been carrying for too damn long.

"I know my actions, my mistakes… and how your name keeps getting dragged into my mess, that shit ain't fair. I never meant for it to be this way."

I took a deep breath, tightening my grip around her just slightly. "I can only control so much, sometimes it feels like everything’s out of my hands, but that's no excuse. I’m sorry. For everything."

She stayed still, but I could tell she was listening. Her breath was slower, softer now. Still, I didn’t want to let go. Didn’t want her to think this was just a throwaway apology—some words I thought I could say to make things better.

It wasn’t that simple.

And it never would be.

Her hands were still holding onto the counter, but her body relaxed a little in my arms, just a little. I could feel the tension slowly easing from her back, but her silence hung thick between us, almost louder than my apology.

I leaned in just enough to rest my chin on her shoulder, my voice barely a whisper.

"I don’t expect you to forgive me, not yet, but I had to say it. I had to… let you know that I see it. All of it."

The room felt small, almost suffocating, but I didn’t want to leave. Didn’t want to let this moment pass without her knowing how much I meant it.

I knew I’d fucked up. I knew I couldn’t erase the past.

But I’d be damned if I didn’t try to fix it.

She didn’t answer right away. Just kept eating, the sound of the fork scraping against the plate almost like a dull reminder of how much space I had to make up between us. I could feel her body stiffen under my touch, her reluctance still thick in the air. She didn’t say anything, didn’t even react to me holding on. And that hurt more than the silence.

I told myself to stay calm, but it was hard. My hands tightened around her waist, trying to keep her close.

I wasn’t going to let her walk away from this—not again, not like I had before.

Then, suddenly, her voice cut through the quiet like a sharp blade, catching me completely off guard.

"Let me go, Onyankopon Carter."

Her words hit me harder than I thought they would, the way she said my full name. It was like hearing a complete stranger say it. The anger in her tone wasn’t what I expected.

I froze for a second. I could feel her pulling against me, pushing to create space, but I wasn’t ready to let go. My heart pounded louder in my chest as I stayed behind her, not moving, not letting go.

"YN…"

My voice cracked as I whispered her name, trying to keep it steady, trying to make her understand. I was still holding on, but this time, it wasn’t to stop her from leaving. I needed her to know I wasn’t just saying words. I wasn’t just trying to apologize because it sounded good.

I needed her to hear me.

But she kept pushing harder now, like she was trying to tear herself away from me. She wanted distance, wanted space, and I knew it wasn’t just because of the argument. It was everything. It was the years of silence. The hurt that I’d caused her.

I didn’t let go.

Instead, I tightened my grip, just enough to keep her from walking away, but I wasn’t forcing her into anything. I just needed her to stop pushing me away for one damn second.

"Please," I said, the word slipping out before I could stop it. "Just… listen. I’m not going anywhere."

She tried to push me again, but this time, she didn’t have the strength to fight back the tears I could hear in her voice. She turned her head just enough to look at me, and I saw it all—the frustration, the pain, the anger that had been building up for years, and I felt every ounce of it.

"You don't get to just walk in here after all this time and act like everything’s fine." Her voice was shaky, but she wasn’t crying—yet. She was still holding it together, still standing strong. "You left me, Ony. You left me. And now you want to apologize like it's supposed to fix it all?"

I didn’t have a response right away. Her words were like a slap, but I deserved every single one of them.

I hadn’t expected it to be easy. Hell, I wasn’t expecting it to be anything but hard, but I also wasn’t prepared for the weight of the regret in her eyes.

"I fucked up," I muttered, feeling the weight of it more than I could ever say. "I know I did. But that’s the truth. I never stopped thinking about you, YN. I never stopped loving you, no matter how much I tried to tell myself I was over it. Over us."

Her eyes narrowed, and I could see the skepticism written all over her face. She wasn’t buying it.

"You think that matters now?" she spat, her voice sharp. "You think saying all this is enough after all this time? After everything you put me through?"

I had no answer. What could I say?

Her shoulders slumped slightly, like the fight was leaving her, but her anger was still there, just beneath the surface. She turned slightly to face me now, not looking me in the eyes, but I could tell it was hard for her to even be this close.

"I don't know what you want from me, Ony. I really don't."

I stayed silent, just holding her for a moment, trying to process everything she was saying. She was right. I had no idea what I was asking for, no clue what I was hoping for.

All I knew was that I wasn’t going to let her go this time. Not without trying. Not without doing everything I could to make things right.

"I’m sorry," I said again, the words coming from somewhere deeper this time, not just as a pleasantry but as a promise. "And if you need time, I’ll give it to you. But just know... I’m here, YN. I’m not running this time."

She didn’t respond at first. Instead, she just stayed there, caught in the tension between us. I could feel her resisting it, feel her wanting to push me away but also unwilling to fully shut me out.

She was still angry. She was still hurt. And I knew I had no right to ask for forgiveness just yet. But I was going to keep showing up, keep proving that I was ready to fight for us.

Finally, she broke the silence with a sigh. A tired, frustrated, long exhale.

She shoved me away with more force than I expected, the motion sharp and jarring, like she wanted to push all the pain and frustration she’d been carrying for years out of her body.

"Eat and get out," she said, her voice flat, almost mechanical, but I could hear the undercurrent of something deeper, something softer—pain. "Don't come back here, Onyankopon."

I stood there, frozen, her words like a punch to the gut. She was still looking away from me, but I could see the tears starting to fall, slowly at first, like a slow trickle of rain, then faster as she let herself feel everything she’d been holding back.

And that hurt more than anything she could’ve said. The way she tried to hide it, to pretend she wasn’t breaking in front of me. She wiped at her eyes like it would stop the tears, but they kept coming.

I opened my mouth to say something, to apologize again, but before I could, her voice broke through, softer now, barely above a whisper.

"Just don’t."

It was so quiet, almost like she didn’t want me to hear it, like she was telling me to leave her alone for good. It cut me deeper than any sharp words ever could.

I didn’t know what to do. My body was still frozen, the weight of her hurt pressing down on me like I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to reach out to her, to pull her into my arms, to make it right, but I knew I couldn’t. Not yet.

"YN..." I tried again, my voice shaking with everything I wasn’t saying.

But she turned away, walking away from me without saying another word. Her back was turned to me, her shoulders shaking with the weight of her grief, and I felt so fucking powerless, standing there, knowing that I’d caused it.

I tried to move forward, but the silence between us was deafening. I was suffocating in it. Every second that ticked by felt like an eternity.

I glanced at the pancakes and bacon she’d made earlier, untouched now. The smell of them felt like a reminder of everything we used to have, everything I was about to lose again.

"Please," I whispered, but she didn’t turn around. She didn’t say anything.

The tension between us was unbearable, and yet, I couldn’t leave. I couldn’t make myself walk out that door when every part of me wanted to fix it, wanted to do something—anything—that could bring her back to me.

But she wasn’t ready.

I felt it in my bones.

I walked toward the door, my steps slow, like I was walking away from the last chance I’d ever have with her. I stopped by the doorway, staring at the back of her head, the soft rise and fall of her shoulders, her whole body trembling with the weight of everything she’d been through.

I didn’t want to leave her like this. I didn’t want to walk away. But what else could I do?

"I’m sorry, YN," I whispered one last time, even though I knew she couldn’t hear me.

I stepped out of her apartment, my heart heavy in my chest, and the door clicked shut behind me, sealing my mistake away like it was the last chapter in a book I didn’t want to finish.

And in that silence, I knew I was the one who had to make the first move, again. But the question was—how?

I walked into the studio like I was walking into another one of those days where the world felt too heavy, but nothing else could touch me. Connie and Eren were already there, the usual energy, but today it felt different. It felt like they could sense it, like they knew something was wrong. The silence between us was thick, almost suffocating.

Connie, as always, started pestering me about my social media posts, cracking jokes about the fans, about the drama, about the way I was handling everything. His voice usually got under my skin, but today, it was like a distant hum, barely audible. I wasn’t in the mood for his usual banter.

Eren, as usual, was in his own world, smoke swirling around his head like he was immune to all the chaos. He looked up for a second, offered me a blunt, but I just shook my head.

“I’m good,” I muttered, my voice a little hoarse.

They both exchanged a glance, almost like they were trying to figure out what was going on with me. I wasn’t the type to keep quiet for long, especially not with them. But today, I didn’t have the energy to say anything.

Connie, of course, noticed. He always noticed when something was off. His usual grin faded as he watched me, sensing that something was deeper than just the usual bullshit.

“Aight, I’ll call YN real quick. Maybe she can snap tell me what the fuck is up” Connie said, his tone trying to be casual, but I could hear the concern in it.

He stepped outside, leaving just me and Eren alone in the studio. The silence felt louder now, stretching between us like an invisible wall.

I leaned back, trying to hold it together. Trying to convince myself I was fine. But then the weight of everything hit me. The silence of the apartment, the look in YN’s eyes, the way she pulled away from me like I was nothing but a ghost in her life. The words she’d said to me, how she’d begged me to leave, to just stop coming around.

My heart felt like it was being crushed, piece by piece. I thought I was prepared for the fallout, but I wasn’t. Not like this.

I felt the sting behind my eyes, but I tried to hold it back. I wasn’t about to break down in front of Eren. I wasn’t about to let anyone see how fucked up I felt. But even though I tried to swallow it down, the tears came anyway. Just a few at first, hot and sharp, running down my face before I could stop them.

I wiped them away quickly, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of everything slipping through my fingers.

Eren noticed, of course. He didn’t say anything at first, just kept smoking like it was normal. But I could feel him watching me, waiting. He didn’t push, didn’t ask. He just let me be.

And in that silence, I cracked a little more.

I couldn’t stop thinking about YN—how she’d looked at me, how she’d said those things like they were so easy to say, like I didn’t matter anymore. The way her voice had softened when she told me to leave, and then her silence when I tried to apologize. She wouldn’t let me in, and it felt like I was suffocating without her.

Eren exhaled a cloud of smoke, the haze swirling around us, and then he finally spoke.

“You know, you can’t just keep running from it.”

I didn’t look at him. I didn’t have the energy to respond. I didn’t want to hear what he had to say.

But Eren wasn’t the type to let you slide. He always said what was on his mind, no filter.

“I get it, man. You fucked up. But running away from it—avoiding it—isn’t going to fix shit. You think avoiding YN’s gonna fix it? Or hiding behind the music, behind the image? Nah. You’ve gotta face it.”

I couldn’t keep it in anymore. My voice was low, rough as I responded, “I don’t know how to face it. I don’t know how to make it right.”

Eren shrugged, his tone steady, almost detached. “Sometimes you don’t get to choose how you fix things. Sometimes you just gotta show up, be real about it, and let things play out. She’s pissed, she’s hurt, but it doesn’t mean you’re done.”

A few minutes passed, and the door swung open again. Connie walked back in, his face twisted in irritation. He didn’t say a word at first, but I could see it in his posture—his jaw clenched, his hands in fists.

He stepped right up to me, too close for comfort, and started getting in my face. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Ony? Really?” His voice was low but sharp, almost like he was madder than I’d ever seen him.

I didn’t respond. I didn’t even look at him. I wasn’t in the mood for his usual nonsense.

Connie paused, then his expression softened for a second as he noticed something. He took a step back, his eyes flicking to my face.

“Wait... you actually been crying?”

I didn’t answer, didn’t move. I just stared down at the floor.

Connie couldn’t help himself. He chuckled, the sound low and almost mocking. “Look at you, man. Tables have turned, huh? You the one out here looking like you got your heart stomped on. That’s what you get for playing with her, though.”

I stayed quiet. I wasn’t about to argue with him. My heart felt too heavy to even bother.

Connie kept talking, laughing a little, but there was something different in his tone now. He wasn’t laughing at me, exactly, but laughing at the situation. He stepped back, hands in his pockets, smirking as if this was all some twisted kind of karma.

“You know, I always thought you were the one who had your shit together,” he said, shaking his head with a grin, but there was a hint of something deeper behind it. “Guess we all gotta learn the hard way.”

I didn’t respond. I just grabbed my jacket and stood up, ready to leave.

Connie watched me for a second, then raised his eyebrows. “Where you going?”

I didn’t even turn back as I walked out of the studio. My head was too full, too clouded, to stick around. I couldn’t deal with this right now.

“I’m out,” I muttered, and that was all I said before walking out the door.

I didn’t even hear Eren or Connie try to stop me. I just needed to get away from all of it, all the pressure, the mess.

I needed space to breathe.

I called Mikasa and told her I had a family emergency. It wasn’t entirely a lie—I did need to be around family, but it wasn’t the kind of emergency that would’ve required dropping everything, at least not for work. Truth was, I just needed to get away. I needed to be around people who would let me breathe, even if they didn’t understand everything I was going through.

I hung up the phone with Mikasa, her voice a blur of concern and questions, but I didn’t have time to answer them all. I didn’t feel like talking about it. Not now, anyway.

So, I packed a bag—light, just enough to get by. I caught the quickest flight from LA to Atlanta. The whole flight, I kept my eyes on the window, watching the clouds drift by. It was like I was floating somewhere between reality and the chaos I had just left behind in the studio.

When I landed, I felt that familiar weight in my chest again. The heaviness that only came from being around my family—my mom, my grandmother, the people who knew me before I was Onyankopon. Before all the hype, the drama, the fans.

I pulled up to my mom’s house and stepped out of the car, feeling a sense of relief mixed with dread. I hadn’t been home in a while.

As soon as I walked in the door, the smell of fried chicken and collard greens hit me, making my stomach grumble. My mom was in the kitchen, humming as she moved around, and when she turned and saw me, her face lit up.

“Baby, you came home!” she said, her voice full of warmth and something else—relief, maybe. She rushed over, wrapping me in one of her tight hugs.

I held her for a second, just taking in the moment, then pulled back, forcing a smile.

“Yeah, had to clear my head a bit.”

She eyed me carefully, her motherly instincts kicking in. “You look tired. You been good?”

I didn’t know how to explain the weight on my shoulders, the mess with YN, the tension at the studio, Connie’s relentless teasing. Instead, I just nodded. “Yeah, just... needed to reset.”

She nodded, but her eyes didn’t leave me. She knew something was off.

“Your grandmother’s been asking about you,” she said. “She’s in the living room.”

I nodded, offering a soft smile before walking into the living room. My grandma was sitting in her favorite chair, knitting something. She didn’t even look up when I walked in, but I could see the smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“There’s my baby boy,” she said, her voice soft but stern.

I sat down beside her and she looked me over, like she was trying to read my mind.

“You still carrying all that weight on you, huh?” she said, her eyes wise with age. “Don’t you know, baby? And I don’t mean body weight Ony boy”

I opened my mouth to say something, but the words didn’t come out. Instead, I just exhaled, sitting back into the chair, letting the silence fill the space between us.

She didn’t push me to talk. She never did. But I could tell she understood.

I spent the next few hours with them, talking about anything but what was really on my mind. But I knew—just by being here—I was beginning to ground myself again. Maybe all the noise, all the drama, would fade once I got the space to think clearly.

But even in the comfort of my family, the images of YN, her voice, her words, lingered in my head. And as much as I didn’t want to admit it, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to just forget about it.

I sat down next to Grandma, letting her soft voice wash over me as she spoke, her words a comfort in the storm of everything that had happened. She talked about everything—family gossip, old memories, the plants in the garden that needed watering—but I couldn’t focus on any of it.

Suddenly, the tears came again. I tried to hold them back, but it felt like a damn burst open inside me, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I didn’t even try to wipe them away.

Grandma’s hand was on mine instantly, warm and steady, but it didn’t stop the flood of emotions.

“It’s okay, baby,” she murmured softly, her voice full of the kind of wisdom only a grandmother could have. “It’s okay to cry.”

I let the tears fall, feeling the weight of everything I’d been carrying—YN, the drama, the people who expected too much, the pressure, the lies, and the mistakes. I was so tired of pretending to have it all together when inside, I felt like I was falling apart.

Just then, I heard the familiar sound of my dad’s voice, loud and gruff, followed by my grandpa’s deeper, more forceful tone. They were arguing about Formula 1 racing, as usual. Their voices grew louder as they walked into the room.

They froze when they saw me, sitting there with Grandma, my face buried in my hands, tears soaking into my palms.

My mom was standing behind them, watching the whole thing unfold, her arms crossed. I could see the judgment in her eyes, but there was no anger. Just concern.

“What’s all this now?” Grandpa asked, his brow furrowed as he took in the sight of me, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand.

“Ain’t you a grown man?” Dad’s voice was more direct, the words cutting through the air. “What’s with all the crying?”

I stayed silent, not trusting myself to speak. My dad, as tough as he was, had never been one for emotions. He didn’t get it.

Grandma looked at both of them, a small sigh escaping her lips. “Leave him alone,” she said softly but firmly. “Sometimes, a man has to cry. You both should know that.”

But I could feel their eyes on me, and I hated that feeling. Like I was a disappointment. Like I wasn’t living up to some expectation they had of me.

Dad, always trying to fix everything, tried to change the subject. “So, about that Formula 1 race, you’re still watching?”

But Grandpa, ever the realist, looked me over, then turned back to my dad, shaking his head. “Don’t you see? He’s going through it. He doesn’t need us picking at him right now.”

It was hard to focus on the noise around me, but their words sank in. The room was quiet for a moment, everyone uncertain of how to deal with me in this moment of weakness.

But then, my mom stepped in, breaking the silence. “Let him breathe,” she said, her voice low but filled with understanding. “He’s going through some things, and he’ll figure it out.”

I felt all the tension leave the room, but there was still a heavy silence. My heart felt like it was sinking, and as much as I wanted to tell them what was really going on, I couldn’t.

“We’ll talk later,” my mom added, before turning and walking into the kitchen.

I stayed where I was, letting the tears dry on my face. I didn’t want to be seen like this. I didn’t want them to see me like this. But I also knew that the weight I was carrying wasn’t going away on its own.

Grandma, always wise, patted my hand again, her gaze steady and kind. “You don’t have to figure it all out right now,” she said. “Just take it one step at a time, Ony.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, I nodded. Maybe I didn’t have to fix everything today. Maybe I could just take a minute to breathe.

But I knew one thing—nothing was going to be the same with YN, not after everything. She was still in my heart, but it felt like there was this massive wall between us now. I didn’t know if I could ever tear it down.

Grandpa sat down next to me, his old joints creaking a little as he settled into the chair. His eyes, sharp as ever, looked me over, and I could feel him sizing me up, just like he always did when he thought I was hiding something.

“Let me guess,” he started, his voice low but filled with that familiar knowing tone. “It’s that YN girl, ain’t it?”

I froze, not wanting to talk about it. Not here, not now. But Grandpa, with all his years of experience, saw right through me. I tried to get up, shifting my weight and hoping to slide past him, but his old strong hand shot out and grabbed my arm before I could get very far.

“Where you think you going, boy?” His grip was surprisingly strong for his age, and I couldn’t help but laugh a little, despite myself.

“Damn, Grandpa, you still strong as shit.”

He chuckled, his gruff voice rough around the edges. “You ain’t the first one to say that. Guess I’ve still got some fight left in me.” He gave me a pointed look, like he wasn’t letting me off the hook that easily.

I sighed and slumped back down in the chair. “I don’t wanna talk about it right now, Grandpa.”

He didn’t push me, not right away. Instead, he sat back, folding his arms over his chest and looking at me, as if he was waiting for me to open up.

“It’s alright, son,” he finally said, his voice softer now, almost like he was remembering something long ago. “But don’t think you can run from it forever. You know how much you loved that girl. Ain’t no way you gonna just forget her.”

I swallowed hard, my chest tightening at the mention of YN’s name. Grandpa wasn’t wrong. She had been everything to me at one point, but the shit that had gone down between us... I couldn’t forget it. I didn’t know how to fix it, either.

“She ain’t the same anymore,” I muttered, the bitterness creeping into my voice. “I messed up. She ain’t gonna look at me the same again.”

Grandpa’s eyes softened as he reached over and placed a hand on my shoulder. “Boy, the only way she won’t look at you the same is if you let her go. And I don’t think that’s what you want.”

I turned my head to look at him, a little surprised by the weight of his words. Grandpa didn’t sugarcoat things, but he also wasn’t one to tell me what I wanted to hear.

“You still got time, Ony,” he continued. “Ain’t nobody perfect. Not you, not her. But if you really want to make it right, you gotta be real with her... and with yourself.”

I stayed silent for a moment, trying to process what he was saying. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing, but something about hearing it from Grandpa made me feel like maybe, just maybe, I had a shot at fixing things.

“I’ll figure it out, Grandpa,” I finally said, though it sounded more like a promise to myself than anything else.

Grandpa nodded, standing up slowly and giving me a pat on the back. “I know you will. Just don’t wait too long. Time don’t stop for nobody, son.”

I watched him shuffle away, his old frame still full of that quiet strength. I could hear the faint sound of my mom in the kitchen, calling out for me to come eat. The house felt warmer, quieter, like maybe—just maybe—I could find some peace here.

But deep down, I knew there was only one way I’d get the peace I needed. And that was by facing YN, no matter how hard it was.

The question was, was I ready?

#black reader #black tumblr #sherewrytes #aot x reader #onyankopon x reader #aot x black reader #onyankapon #aot onyankopon #eren x reader #connie x reader

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xerith-42 · 1 year ago

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I just saw ur little reblog abt shifting to mcd and I’d love to hear about ur experiences shifting theree!! I’m also shifting there (trying to lol)

Teehee!! I only started shifting to MCD within the last few months, basically since my interest started spiking up once I got on Tumblr. I'm so glad you're interested in it!

I chose the guard station as the initial location to shift to and tether myself to, but once I got comfortable there I was able to explore more. I set it in the episodes between episode 77 and 81, a time of legitimate peace, and I did alter things a little bit just for peak entertainment. Mostly just adapting my headcanons to the universe.

The first person I met was Laur who was very quick to flirt and absolutely delighted when my gay ass started flirting back. Once we started getting to know each other he neglected to question why I just showed up in his room, and offered to give me a tour. Phoenix Drop wasn't very active that day, everyone was sort of in their own houses chilling, and I didn't go into any of them because I didn't really want to ddhfghgh.

He showed me around the entire village and I did get to meet Dante and Aph as well, which was a ton of fun. Those two have some great banter and they were a blast to go back and forth with. And both of them were unfairly pretty. At some point while we were trading banter while walking we ended up nearby Lucinda's place and she took an instant fascination to me because she could tell I wasn't exactly from their world. And she wanted to study me.

And oh my Ireeeeene Lucinda is so pretty!!! It was not possible to keep my composure around her. She's taller than you think she is and she absolutely loves literally looking down on you. Had me looking like

Yeah. Uhhh, it was while Lucinda was studying me that my connection started to get fuzzy, and I tried to run back to Laurance to see him again before I left, but I ended up getting yoinked back to our reality before I could. I'm hoping to go back so I can meet him again and maybe explain myself a little.

So yeah. Those were an abridged (sort of) series of events I went through while shifting to MCD. I really want to do it again now God dammit.

(please don't ask for my methods of doing this because I'm not telling)

#minecraft diaries #aphblr #text post #reality shifting #aphverse #laurance zvahl #minecraft diaries laurance #answering asks #mcd dante #mcd lucinda #mcd aphmau

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auroraboringaliceinwonderland · 5 months ago

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My Top Favorite Webcomics: REEDS, by zzsleeps

TL;DR included below.

(Behold fish and Reaction Image #47[<I’m not actually counting], each featuring Shu).

Now - in my Top Favorite Webcomics Ever of All Time Ever Forever & Ever Until the End of Time List - I know I said that I wouldn’t be going in the order of the listings because I love my favorites equally for different reasons and I couldn’t choose between them, however REEDS must always be #1 because it is the first webcomic that got me into webcomics as a whole in the first place.

If that glorious image from the comic itself isn’t enough to convince you to check it out, then allow me to regale in the tale of how I first found out about webcomics.

Ahem…

[Insta(nt)-Gra(h)am(Crackers), 1947, April 42, sunterday] (/j)

I had always loved graphic novels growing up, so when I found out about an artist posting about a webcomic - comic on the spider web that is the internets - I was intrigued, to say the least. Mind you, I wasn’t intrigued enough to actually check the comic out per se; more like… wait and see if it’d get turned into a graphic novel one day.

I was patient and didn’t think well of scrolling on a device for too long, lest my motion sickness get the best of me. Not to mention choosing which webcomic app to read on, making a profile; all that jazz. It was simply too much for me at the time.

On the instant graham crackers (instagram), I’d been following the creator for a while. Every Tuesday I’d see a post about REEDS updating, and a snippet of part of the episode’s update. Occasionally I’d read those updates out of context in curiosity, but it never went beyond that.

Not until years later… (it wasn’t actually years; that’s for the bit).

[Insta(nt)-Gra(h)am(Crackers), 1956, Ramuarember 10, Tuesday] (/j)

Having followed the zz sleepy author of REEDS for a while, more webcomic authors started popping up in my instant graham crackers feed. (!!). Some were followed by him and vice versa - creators supporting creators and all - but some were also not followed by him, having appeared by the algorithm thinking I love webcomics despite me having not read a single one before.

It… was a lot.

Right then and there I thought to myself, “Okay jeez, I need to actually read one of these comics now.” But by then I was following so many artists that I didn’t know which comic to start with!

That is until one Tuesday afternoon when I saw a post about REEDS updating again. I read the snippet and boy was it intriguing enough for me to finally check one of these webcomics off my list.

It was around season 2 or the halfway point of season 2 that I’d joined the party, and I binged the whole thing right there sitting on a chair behind the couch as my family watched something else. I haven’t a clue what they’d been watching; I didn’t care; I had REEDS - the most intriguing thing I’d read in a long ass time.

Afterward I was pacing back and forth all across my house, because, “What was that immaculate story I just read?? I have to wait for more?? After that cliffhanger?? What am I supposed to do until then? What the fuuuuuuuuu—”

By then it was too late. What had been started could not be undone, and I had a newfound thirst for blood more immaculate stories. So I started reading more and more and more and more and more…!! Until it became my favorite form of entertainment.

More about REEDS itself:

It’s queer from relationships between different characters to gender; there’s magic depicted as colorful flames that come from one’s very soul; confusing family dynamics: Hmong culture; dragons; intriguing characters and character dynamics; backstories (gosh the backstories [looks at Keng]); action, adventure, fantasy, some romance. Literally everyone one could ever ask for in a story.

Official summary:

In the midst of a war, the sheltered Prince Shu finds himself captured and dragged across enemy lines.

His rescuer, Keng, is a wandering musician with a magical qeej that controls souls, ghosts, and spirits.

Keng agrees to help Shu navigate the dangerous outside world so he can return to the palace safely. But this mysterious wanderer is hiding a grave secret…

Status as of this post: ongoing!

Do I have merch of this webcomic?:

Why yes I do, thank you so much for asking.

Everyone meet the best lad!!

The picture is so big because that’s how legendary he is; totally not cause idk how to make the image smaller hahaha. Anyways, he’s been let out of that plastic prison, don’t worry about it.

Have I made fanart of it?

No, but I did draw bday stuff all over this screenshot for his bday on feb 14 2025

The author zzsleeps posts REEDS on webtoon and tapas if you want to check it out (you should; this entire post was me recommending it to you), but he also has socials on insta as mentioned, youtube; and even tumblr, tho I don’t see him post too often here.

TL;DR:

REEDS was the first webcomic I found, and thus got me into reading more webcomics. It’s an ongoing queer Hmong fantasy story with action, adventure, and a whole lot of intriguing lore. The author posts it on both webtoon and tapas, and he can be found on insta; yt; and tumblr. Also I have some merch of REEDS and it’s great :)

And also the link to my Top Webcomics List post~~

#I hope my made up dates amused you #long post #reeds #webcomics #webcomic #webcomic recommendations #my favorite webcomics

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boct-kimerakal · 5 months ago

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notes notes notes!

think think think - then don’t!

scattered notes / half thoughts / to-dos. there was more i’ll ponder it later on. later on, at some point. somewhen.

abyasa does not ever deal with The Thing and i find it so funny. oh to give her a problem that she makes, in her mind, into one of the greatest battles of her life - and for her to just literally never deal with it, until the day she dies. is so funny to me. she’s just like oh let’s just ignore the writhing all-consuming heron in the back of my mind. thanks okay bye. oh hummingbird is definitely concerned about it and aware of it. sorry my beautiful heron you have to deal with THE CRISIS THAT IS BEING A MIND IN FLESH!

i just think aly going through the horrors of corporate espionage with two teenagers and some dude is really funny. especially considering the fact aly probably hates corporations and actually most organised institutions but in a very “this is so over-complicated way!” oh my god would aly be an anarchist if they knew what that was? they genuinely don’t think much ever so it’d be a very loose and surface-level understanding of the concept though.

akan-inra, ezya-niru, the bog bodies by rabbitology. that’s the thought.

okay i’ve been thinking (in the artsy abstract terrible way i do) about science communication and education lately and i am. staring directly at my ocs! staring directly at my ocs! in a way that makes me so unwell! shifters-wise, i am so entertaining giving telajan an education-oriented social media account and then making it plot-relevant. for the waiting world (because i am all over the place, presently. what’s it like to have your mind jumping back and forth like a haywire elevator through a skyscraper! well, this...), it’s. oh. trick and education privilege is something i think of a lot. which by the way! exists in contrast to hawk and how hawk was educated (very oversimplified but. communal, accessible but lacking in expertise) and that makes me ponder all the so-very-many different educational systems in TWW. oh my god. falls to my knees. knowledge. why am i stupid. this could be so fun to describe.

i’ve actually betrayed myself and continued to think about trickhawkrex (harbinger) and i hate to say it, but i’m either still extremely secretly (as in - stressor unknown to me) stressed OR i actually like thinking about them. or both! anyways. trick had top surgery for a flat chest because she’s cool like that, rex has a girlfriend who actually hangs out with them sometimes and hawks lost her tooth when she met trick & rex and still refuses to get it replaced, just to because she thinks the gap is cool.

i think it’d be Uber Funny if harbinger hawk killed a sphinx and i can’t really explain this one. bye.

SURAKSHA EP BY PINKSHIFT. MIGHT ALSO TO BE BLAME FOR THE MENTAL ILLNESS. their friendship is so profound and devoted (even if they totally suck at the start) and it makes me sob on floor crying. the songs from the EP can totally be applied to self-identity versus their surrounding society + upbringing in it versus cultural heritage. probably. i’ll word this in a clever way when i’m not pointing at them all and screaming INHERITED GUILT. me when i stare at this three and wonder to each what the word home means. oh, trick would be all careful and deliberate and artful about it, i love their kaleidoscopic heart. rex would feel torn in two and feel a grief.. most definitely. and hawk just wouldn’t know! btw. head in hands. to me by pinkshift is so trickhawkrex dynamic! their acceptance of each other and each other’s terrible self-complication. i reckon hawk might never have been able to forge such a strong bond with them if hawk hadn’t first totally ignored them because - if hawk had actually liked the two idiots - they’d probably have been insufferably faux with them. so oh! they’re all just incorrigible - i hate them!

quick interlude (lies) for the obnoxious parallels between fishtragedy and heronhum. which i may expand in later.. they’re divided into strictly static roles - aly, the sworn defender, lover, the follower. & sonya, the over-achiever, the loved, the leader. whereas on the other hand, for the heron and the hummingbird, they’re all that to each other? there is a freedom and a fluidity which they are afforded, that aly and sonya could never have. labels are not boxes for heronhum, but temporary descriptors, waxing and waning with time and context. but circumstances (and their own biases, this need to cling to the narrative) force aly and sonya to find their selves in clear definition. there is no room for fluidity, they don’t have the necessary time/space/resources to develop that (!!!) also needed to metion: both sonya and abyasa struggle with accepting their own humanity. both sonya and abyasa have this wariness of money. sonya clawing herself up from poverty and abyasa having it all from the start... they’re so polarising when put side by side, that the similarities they have are sooo GRNRGHR to me. they)re my false equivalence duo, who never actually interact closely within the plot but look. in a weird thematic way they do. is this too much? might retcon this.

i can’t believe there is more (there is always more) but i’ve been thinking in nebulae lately and modern religions in the waiting world and. there’s something here. an upheaval. more TBA. probably. at some point. LOOK! THESE ARE NOTES! SHUT UP! BYE! TECHNOLOGICAL AND EDUCATIONAL ADVANCEMENT AND RELIGION ARE COOL TO WATCH AS COMPLICATE EACH OTHER AND THE THINGS BUILT AROUND/WITH THEM.

chin in hand. staring straight ahead. maybe work out the dangsahana coastal language and ethnic groups a bit more. i should probably think more on social hierarchies in kodyssi though because the merchant upper class was something i like developed in a hazy dream state once... then forgot. but something about?

instead of working on the harbinger AU maybe i should fall back into working on the end of times.. i quite liked it. even if only three characters were actually developed and not cardboard. and also

finding a way to incorporate a supernova remnant into one of my five million lore worlds is hitting again. save me save me space sciences i know nothing about save me.

I SHOULD BE THINKING ABOUT WAITING WORLD BG STUFF. I REALLY JUST! KEEP PROCRASTINATING. OH MY GOD. REMINDER TO SELF. maybe do something fun like mineral deposits and segue into culturally/economically relevant jewellery or exports. or for whatever reason the functionality of storm and flood protections because yay! urban planning! on dangsahana since i’ve been too lazy to flesh out other regions besides vague handwavey maybe-retconned-soon-facts.

ART! HISTORY! TRICKHAWK! THERE WAS A THOUGHT! IT DIED! BYE!

old copy paste so i don’t lose it: but! mostly just rough concepts surrounding her youth and the socioeconomic class she grew up in and what she would be exposed to in terms of non-inherited culture. sooo environment outside her family, the type of friends she had? i’m also thinking about sonya in contrast. ah i really want to make sonya contrast her in an art and culture sense but sonya’s whole thing is her dead-centre steadfast obsession with academic greatness (instead of economic, because she scorns wealth and doesn’t believe in the feasibility of perfect meritocracy) making her disconnected from artistic cultures (inherited art + popular media art) etc. in a “waste of time” way. in her eyes expression will never equate to change? which means ABYASA has to have the art root but i. don’t know. i mean heron would have been exposed to a lot of literature and time to think but her entire thing is feeling culturally askew (isn’t sure what cultures make her up/what she identifies or agrees with) all the time and then ignoring the conversation completely. but the reason why i really want to include it is! views on art culture and it’s relationship with ideological sentiments in different socioeconomic classes with different relationships to the government and the different notions that are entertained within them.. but ALSO sonya and abyasa are from entire different countries. narrowing it down to regions that i can’t even begin to compare. but there’s no NEED for them to be perfect environmentally-controlled narrative comparisons SO LIKE WHY AM I BOTHERING WORRYING!! and like oh there’s a fascinating case study of punk culture in aceh and ohhh. cultural integration. and i want to put that into shifters somehow. but it doesn’t make any sense because even though shifters takes place in the future, it is based on Real World Things!! which means i have to look at the waiting world but looking at the waiting world requires me to make up but the borrowed concept and it’s history and how/why it was integrated into the new environment

i haaate all my thoughts, they’re like little half-ideas that plague me and taunt me because there are so many! and they dance around in little circles! and i have naught the dogged resilience nor the ability to retain information to pursue them in any greater way. anyways! i could be doing something useful with my free time but instead i fill it with little fictional characters .. how i ache for competence

#bocthoughts #shifters: paper kites #shifters: pick up sticks #the waiting world #the waiting world: harbinger AU

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skelswritingcorner · 4 years ago

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Heartslabyul + Autistic!MC

This was originally posted on my Wattpad in October 2020 (link here!), but I vowed to repost my Autistic!MC UA when I got around to making this blog. This series was written to imagine what the story would generally be like with an autistic & AFAB MC and their interactions with the cast in the main story would be like.

Please note that the fic uses femminine pronouns as I was writing it with the MC being female in mind, as I am a woman myself and find it easier to write female MCs/reader inserts (I’m posting it here as it’s written on Wattpad). However, feel free to interpret this MC as any gender you may please since this doesn’t involve things like menstruation (the next two parts do involve stuff AFAB and/or trans women have). Other than that, please enjoy this fic! Under the cut due to length.

Riddle Rosehearts At first Riddle just thought she was a shy person. He had a feeling that it wasn't the case, but couldn't be bothered to ask her. Prior to his overblot, he hardly spoke to her since she was in Ramshackle dorm. However, he noticed that she regularly avoided eye contact with everybody around her. He just found MC awfully passive.

The first time he saw her at one of the Unbirthday Parties, he noticed she often spun around or paced back and forth, occasionally fidgeting with her sleeves. After the party, he entertained the idea of asking her himself about her behavior, but decided to ask Trey if he had any idea after dealing with some rule breakers. Trey couldn't exactly pinpoint anything in particular, he knew she mentioned in passing that she finds certain textures weird or wanders into a quiet location because she says 'I'm a little overwhelmed.'

After his overblot, Cater mentioned in passing how MC had no sense of danger around him, and literally approached him like normal. Everyone, even Crowley, was baffled to her behavior. "She even squished your cheeks and giggled because your skin is soft?" Riddle vaguely remembered her doing that, and the absolute confusion running through his head at her lack of fear.

When he finally asked her about it, MC replied with, "Oh, I'm on the autism spectrum. Some of my behavior might be weird, and I don't know if there's any documentation of autism in this world." After she said that, all of her behavior made sense to Riddle. He even began documenting her behaviors when he could, actions she does to calm down (aka stims), and things like her special interests. He wants to make sure he can understand her, and maybe help her advocate for herself.

Trey Clover This man's pretty chill. He notices her behavior pretty quickly. He has a little sister, and he knows certain behaviors aren't normal. However, because his sister likely isn't as old as MC, he has to talk with Cater to see if any of her behavior could be considered "normal". When Cater confirms that he never seen similar behavior in his own sisters ("Then again," Cater chuckles, "not all women are the same.").

When he asked Ace, Deuce, Grim and MC to collect chestnuts to make mont blanc he noticed how she didn't really care, but she said she kind of wanted to stretch her legs anyways.

When the five made the mont blanc, Trey noticed that MC didn't eat much of it since she said she wasn't a big fan of the texture and wasn't really hungry, and gave the rest to Grim. He kept note of it, but didn't think of asking her.

Later, when the five of them and Crowley were in the library after the events of the Unbirthday Party the day before, Trey noticed she went missing and started to panic. A little while later MC came back with a book that caught her eye. He and Crowley had a word with her to tell them next time when she's going somewhere so they don't panic again.

Out of the five dudes of Heartslabyul, he was the last to find out that MC was on the spectrum when the six of them ate Riddle's tart. She said something along the lines of, "Oyster sauce can't change the texture, but it'll make it too salty for me. Sensory inputs, y'know?" Poor dude was so confused when Cater broke the news to him, but Trey is understanding since Cater himself doesn't like certain kinds of flavors.

He might even ask MC what her favorite desserts are and try to make them for her when he has the chance.

Cater Diamond This dude's pretty easygoing, so he might be the most understanding out of everyone in Heartslabyul. When he first met MC he noticed how she paced around behind Ace and Deuce. When he asked them, Ace replied with, "Oh, she does that a lot. Says she has too much energy and has to use it somehow." He suggested that the three help him paint the roses red. They agreed to do so before class began (since Ace was wearing the collar and MC doesn't have magic, they had to use a paintbrush).

After Cater demonstrated how to paint the roses, he noticed that MC mimicked his actions exactly, down to the smallest movement. He found this interesting, even told a few of his classmates and Trey. Cater wanted to get to know her more, so he decided to talk with MC during lunch.

When he approached her, he noticed that she was somewhat shy and hardly talked much. Then again, she was eating so she likely didn't want to talk while eating food. After asking Deuce, he found out she's not exactly a talkative person.

Sometimes he noticed that she'd go into the light music room when nobody was there to study or read in peace. Part of him wanted to say hello, but he decided to respect the fact that she likely wanted some time alone and left.

When Cater came by after Trey, Ace, Deuce, Grim and MC finished making mont blanc he noticed that she didn't eat any (or had a tiny bit before giving it to Grim) because she didn't exactly like the texture. This made something click that something might be a little different with her. He decided to do some research, but couldn't find anything concrete.

During Riddle's overblot, he was shocked at MC's lack of a sense of danger and how she casually approached him and squished his cheeks and giggled uncontrollably. After the fight, she had Riddle's head resting in her lap when he asked MC about herself.

"Oh, I'm on the autism spectrum. I don't know if there's much documentation of it in this world, I hope my answer helps explain some of my behavior." this clicked with Cater, causing everything he noticed that was unique about her to finally make sense. When he finds out her special interest (let's just say it's drawing since it's one of mine), he might ask to take pictures of her with her art and post it on his Magicam account.

Deuce Spade (I basically gave up here) This confused baby...he's trying his best. He was confused when MC would randomly start crying at first, he'll try to comfort her. Sometimes he sees her spinning around or walking in circles during PE, but doesn't think of asking her about it.

When Deuce and MC went to Sam's Shop to get ingredients for Trey, he noticed how she would often glance at random objects for a moment and then focus on another. Confused him, but didn't think of asking about it.

When he had the impromptu sleepover with Ace, Grim and MC he noticed how she could ramble on and on about drawing. When he asked how she could go on about that topic and seemingly not stop Ace broke the news to him.

Now he just has more understanding of her behavior, he didn't really change much when he found out MC was autistic (other than wondering why she wanted to draw his magical wheel).

Ace Trappola This dude was pretty much the first to figure it out. When he and Grim had a quarrel on Main Street she was getting tears in her eyes randomly trying to stop everything from escalating.

Another time was when she randomly started crying in flying class, when he and Deuce asked her what was wrong she said between sniffles that sometimes she gets this urge to cry for no reason whatsoever, sometimes the same happens but she gets laughing fits.

He was the first one to find out MC is autistic when he goes to Ramshackle Dorm after he got his head 'cut off' by Riddle when she said she admired how he found advocating for himself so easily. When he asked her why, she replied with, "As someone on the autism spectrum I struggle with social skills, one of them being self advocacy."

After that, Ace tries his best to help her speak up for herself and comfort her if she randomly starts crying during class.

#twisted wonderland fanfiction #skel writes twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland heartslabyul #ace trappola #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #deuce spade #cater diamond #autistic mc #twst autistic mc ua

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softomi · 5 years ago

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Catfish

prompt: mother says to be wary of people you meet on the internet, especially since you never know who’s on the other side of the screen.

pairing: atsumu x reader

the unpaid extras: osamu, suna

general taglist: @graykageyama

Osamu liked to mess with his brother and lately he’s been planning the largest prank. It originally wasn’t supposed become a huge thing, but then Suna just kept edging him on; adding more things one by one and it just spiraled. Osamu was catfishing Atsumu with your pictures.

Now, Osamu knows that it sounds bad but technically you were in on the prank. You had never met nor even knew Atsumu, heck, you didn’t even know who Osamu was. You had been part of the prank merely through text messages and the occasional meet up with Suna.

To put it simply, Suna met you through one of his teammates; coincidentally you ended up in one of his classes and the two of you built a tiny friendship. Which was why, when Suna was thinking of the perfect person to catfish Atsumu with; your face lit up in his head.

You were the perfect candidate, exactly Atsumu’s type literally to a tee. When Suna pulled up your contact, the first thing he did was offer to pay you. Every picture you sent used for the prank, he’ll send you cash through an app and as a broke college student who needed cash fast, you agreed as long as the photos weren’t used for anything weird or sexual. He made sure to send you proof of each photo in use.

This brings it all back to dear Osamu catfishing his brother. He had created an entirely new Instagram for you, complete using your name and a cute description that him and Suna had spent two hours thinking of. They decided to even spend a few days perfecting it, posting pictures a few days apart with captions, following random groups, liking posts, essentially creating a whole new personality using your photos. Osamu had even developed a fake occupation for you; a foodie blogger to which some posts were dedicated to food reviews for restaurants Osamu deemed worthy of a post.

And when Osamu says that the prank spiraled; it fucking spiraled. Originally it started with Suna and Osamu following the account, suddenly Suna’s teammates began following the account. Osamu made the mistake of tagging Onigirl Miya in one of your photos, ultimately adding a few random people to follow the account. Suddenly after two weeks of having the account, you gained over two thousand follows.

It was no worries though, because Osamu can quickly catfish Atsumu, take down the account, and call it all good.

Safe to say, Atsumu accepted the friend request rather quickly. Osamu and Suna snicker to themselves, it took Atsumu less than five minutes to accept and he was already liking all of your photos. Not even ten minutes pass and he’s sliding into the DM’s.

The two men looking at the phone and burst into laughter. They spend five minutes cackling at Atsumu’s random ‘hey’ message that followed with a smiling emoji.

Osamu was absolutely entertained, it was hilarious that his own brother had fallen for his catfish and honestly, Osamu was ready to give up the act after three days but then Atsumu said something that just really pissed him off. He doesn’t remember what it was, he just suddenly ended up two more weeks later still having the fake Instagram account and still having Atsumu believe that he was falling in love with some girl.

Somehow the account ended up with over five thousand followers, Atsumu messages the account religiously, and Osamu for some godly reason is still managing the account three months later. It’s spiraled.

“I have a girlfriend!” Atsumu doesn’t know why his friend and brother are laughing. He’s scrolling through your Instagram, the catfish Instagram.

Osamu almost chokes on his food, “So what, have you guys gone on a date? Have you even seen her in real life?” Suna snorts into his drink, he coughs when he accidentally inhales the water sharply.

Atsumu slumps in his seat, his voice small, “No, but we talk every day and she likes me!”

Suna is coughing even harder now, tears threatening to leave his eyes to the point that he excuses himself to the bathroom. Osamu has a shit eating grin on his face, “How do you know she’s actually not some old dude catfishing you?”

“She’s not!” Atsumu stutters, “She’s real!”

“Prove it.”

Osamu was about to learn a harsh lesson about the world; the world loves to bite you in the ass when you least expect it.

Atsumu leans forward, an eerie grin on his lips, “Happily.” Atsumu whips out his phone, quickly presses a number and holds the phone to his ear. He holds a finger up to his brother, even gesturing for the returning Suna to remain quiet. The phone picks up, “Hey babe, you wanna meet me here at Onigiri Miya?” Atsumu looks at the watch on his wrist, “Twenty minutes? Perfect.”

Osamu’s believing his brother is bluffing. There was no way in hell he’d be able to somehow magically bring the catfish to life, heck, Atsumu would be a god if suddenly he could. Thirty minutes pass, Osamu is exchanging looks with Suna. It’s absolutely silent between the three.

Osamu is suddenly feeling guilty, Suna is uncomfortable to the point that he’s even texting you to make sure you weren’t actually coming, and you confirmed with him that you weren’t.

“Should we tell him?” Osamu whispers when another five minutes pass.

Suna is deadpanned, “I don’t know, we’re kind of reaching a sad territory now. Let’s just break up with him and ghost him.”

Osamu groans, “But do we want to deal with a sad Atsumu, I’ll take getting my ass kicked over him crying in my apartment.”

The door chimes and their jaws smack the floor. You walked through the door, eyes roaming the place before landing on the three huddled into the corner. Is he a fucking god? Atsumu stands from his seat, he meets you halfway, pulling you into a heartfelt kiss that has you swooning.

The closer you approach with Atsumu’s arm around your shoulder, the more they truly begin to believe that Atsumu is a god.

“Guys, this is my girlfriend.” This time it’s Atsumu who has a shit-eating grin, “Ain’t she a beauty, the pictures don’t do her justice.”

It takes everything in Osamu to not scream, “But, you said you’d never even met her before.”

Atsumu gazes into your eyes, hearts practically floating above his head, “I mean I guess technically this is our first-time meeting, right?”

You nod, a puppy like expression on your face, “I’m sorry, I haven’t introduced myself yet. You must be Osamu.” You point to him then your fingers drag to the other male, “Suna.”

“Oh.” Suna sits straight up, “Oh!” He catches the glint in your eyes, the conniving little minx of a look. Suna was no longer calm, “We’ve been double crossed!”

There’s screaming, fingers are being pointed at each other, Atsumu is gripping Osamu by the neck of his shirt, Suna is literally calling your phone to make sure that it’s actually you, Osamu is pulling his brother’s hair. The customers of the restaurant stare with their jaws dropped at the scene.

Everyone is squished into Osamu’s small office. Suna is sitting on the desktop, Osamu in his chair, Atsumu in the spare seat, and you lean on the arm of Atsumu’s chair. His arm dangles around your waist, pulling you to lean on him with a cheery grin.

Atsumu leans forward, taking in the expressions of the two bewildered boys, “I guess let’s start at the beginning.”

While the story technically began three months ago with Suna asking for your cooperation, the story of you and Atsumu began two months ago.

The extra cash from all the pictures you sent Suna was giving you enough to be able to go out and live a little on the weekends. Originally the bar was dead, you and your friends were tucked into the corner in a booth when a rowdy bunch of men came in. Your friends gasped having recognize them as members of a sports team and with their excitement, they must have won a game.

It didn’t affect your group that much until it came to split ways; being in your last year of university, you excused yourself, insisting that you needed to go home to finish a project. As you stood at the register, card tapping against the counter, that was when he showed up.

At this point, Atsumu had spent the past hour believing the gods were on his side. He practically walked by your table ten times just to make sure the face matched the one in his instagram’s DM. After forty minutes of the constant back and forth, your quick gazes at him walking by the table seem to do nothing. Were you unable to recognize him?

He took his shot watching you stand alone at the counter. He finishes off his drink and smoothly strides to you.

“Hey!” Atsumu leans on the counter, flashing a smile despite alcohol dripping from the side of his mouth, “Wouldn’t you consider this fate?” He gestures between the both of you.

You’re confused, shooting him a puzzled gaze, “Sorry, you must have me mistaken for someone else.” You hand the card to the worker, anxiously eyeing the male who’s increasingly invading your space.

Atsumu places a hand on the small of your back, it was something Instagram you had mentioned you liked, instead it triggered a fight or flight. Your hand makes harsh contact with his cheek, he retracts his hand immediately.

“Don’t touch me!” You bark at him, “Perv.” You’re aggressively signing the receipt, storming out of the door while other men seem to ooh at Atsumu’s situation.

“Hey!” Atsumu catches your figure outside of the bar, you’re waving a hand to catch a cab, “I think we got off on the wrong foot there.”

You don’t give him a second glance, “Look, I don’t know who you think you are.”

“Atsumu.” He stands right in front of you, blocking your sights for a cab. He’s got the widest smile on his face as he holds out a hand, “Miya Atsumu. Volleyball player. Setter for the Black Jackals.”

“Okay.” You run a hand through your hair, oddly taking his hand into a shake while eyeing him, “Miya Atsumu, volleyball player, setter for the Black Jackals.”

You step to the side, arm out still trying to catch a taxi but he blocks your way once more and he looks at you with such wonder. His eyes practically having stars coming out and his smile warm and inviting. He was wondering if you were a twin, maybe he had actually gotten the wrong person.

“You are?”

The wind is causing your hair to blow in your face, he wants to so bad to brush the strands behind your ears but the way you gave him a slap earlier makes him think that’s a bad idea. Your fingers pull your hair back, “Y/n. I don’t have a fancy title like yours but, I guess I don’t know, senior to be graduating at the university.” You sidestep him once more, “I’m just trying to catch a cab home.”

Once more he blocks your way and you look at him with defeat. He was persistent. He laughs, “Sorry, last time, but do you not know me?”

You’re still as confused as ever, “Look if you’re going to pull some cheesy line about seeing me before, it’s not going to work.”

“Wait, just hold on a second.” Atsumu pulls out his phone, his fingers are shaking as he presses onto the app. He pulls up your profile, handing you his cell phone, “This is you isn’t it?!”

Your eyes scan the social media page, your mouth falling open, there’s a hidden laugh itching in your throat. These were all the picture you had taken for Suna and somehow, you’re being shown by a stranger your fake profile.

“We’ve been messaging for like a month, I can’t believe you don’t recognize me.”

I don’t recognize you because I’m not the one talking to you.

You’re perplexed, you weren’t sure what you were supposed to do, if you told him he’s being catfished you’d lose the flow of side cash you’ve developed but if you didn’t, isn’t that just wrong. And the more you look at him from under the stars, he’s rather cute; you suddenly feel bad for slapping his face earlier.

“Do you want to get some coffee?”

Your offer sends him over the moon, he’s walking alongside you to the nearest convenience; Atsumu is rather talkative, bringing up topics of everything and anything that comes to his mind. As the two of you look over drink options in the cooler, his hands pull two cans of black coffee.

“You’re favorite right?” He holds one out to you.

Your actively smiling, biting your lower lip and wondering if you needed to play along with the role but as he stares at you with such adoring eyes, it makes your heart skip a beat just taking in the fact that he would remember something trivial over text.

“Actually.” You place the drink back, opting for a sweeter caramel macchiato, “I would say that this is my favorite.”

Atsumu quirks a brow, “Are you saying you were lying to me?” He places a hand over his heart, “And here I thought we were soulmates.”

Your hand smacks against his arm, “Shut up.”

“So what are you studying for?” Atsumu sips his drink, the two of you leaning against the windows of the convenience store. There’s a slight sway in his body and you’ve unknowingly followed his movements.

“Literature. Once I graduate, an internship is probably where I’ll start but I’m hoping I can get hired into a publishing company.” He’s comfortable to be with and you aren’t sure if it’s because he thinks he knows you or because his presence is just like that; comfortable.

Atsumu finishes off his canned beverage, “And you do that, all on top of running a foodie Instagram.”

From what you gathered on a quick skim of the account; they have your occupation as a lower level food blog; it’s rather funny. You can only nod to him, “It’s just a side hobby really.”

“Well maybe I could join you on one of your little adventures.”

You try to suppress the immense grin that wants to grow on your lips, there’s an internal battle happening of whether you should tell him or not but once again, the way he looks at you, the cute doe eyed look; it puts butterflies in your stomach.

“How about tomorrow?” He lets out a small gasp, your hands pull out your cell phone and offer it to him, “Your number?”

“I’m free for lunch, just text me when and where.”

You press the number he’s inserted into his contact; in a second his cell rings and he’s showing off his screen, “Don’t message me on Instagram though, I’m detoxing from social media for a bit. Just, text my number.”

He walks you to the curb, helping you flag down a cab, and you give him one last gleeful glance before getting into the car. As you sit, you’re quick to dial Suna’s number. You know he’s probably sleeping but the light feeling in your heart overrides his sleep schedule.

“What?” He’s groaning.

“Suna listen to me carefully. The prank that you guys are doing.” You hear a small snore, “Suna!” He jolts awake and you groan, “You know what, go back to sleep.”

“Thanks.” He hangs up immediately.

Your phone dings, Atsumu’s name pops up. Can’t wait for our date. You bite on your thumb, a smile on you before you respond.

Although having just seen him forty minutes ago, you two text back and forth. First he wondered if you arrived home safe, next he sent pictures of himself insisting it’s for you to choose for his icon, then he proceeds to narrate his way home. You wonder if you’re responding like catfish you but the more he brings up random topics, the more you forget about that stupid prank.

Wait let me call you.

Your heart beats faster, your phone lighting up with his name. You press the answer button slowly, “Hello?” You giggle.

“You’re telling me that you like spikers more than setters.” His voice is nearly screaming and you lean back on your chair laughing into the phone.

The quick research you did on his team had you watching short videos, and while you had to admit it was amazing to watch, your eyes drifted more to one of his teammates than him, “What’s his name?” You lean to look at your computer screen, “Bokuto Koutarou?”

“No!” He’s whining out into the air, “If I had known you were a spiker girl I would have changed positions.”

Your eyes catch the time on your laptop, “Woah. It’s three in the morning.” That meant you had spent over four hours total texting him and now you were on the phone with him, “What are you doing awake?”

He blows out a breath of air, “I could ask you the same thing.”

“Well.” You draw out the word, dragging your self to your bed, “I’m going to go to sleep now.” There’s a pause on the line, “Atsumu?” He hums tiredly, “Good night.”

There’s a small snore from him before he shifts around, “Good night.”

The morning light urges you awake, for a second you peak at your phone’s time and it nears ten in the morning. You’re about to throw your phone back onto the bedside table until Atsumu’s name catches your eye. For having gone to bed at three a.m. he shot you a text at seven.

Morning beautiful.

It was sweet, simple, and it made you smile; giving you the extra push to get out of bed. You stalked your own catfish page, there hadn’t seemed to be any updates so there was still time. A quick search of the internet has you picking out a random restaurant nearby and you send off a text to Atsumu about a meeting time.

You were late, pushing through the doors of the restaurant, your eyes scan the place to see him raise a hand for you. He’s dashingly handsome despite being in casual wear, you wonder if he spent time like you did just trying to pick out an outfit or if he spent forever gelling his hair as long as you tried to get your strands into the perfect waves.

“Sorry, did you wait long?” You pull into the seat in front of him.

He’s smiling and you hope to god that when you break the news to him, he’ll still smile for you, “I just got here not too long ago too.” He looks over the menu quickly, “What do you think you’ll get?”

You inspect each dish, a light hum on you as you dance around the option, “The spaghetti sounds nice.”

Atsumu tilts his head, “It has red meat in it.” You stare blankly at him, “Aren’t you allergic to red meat?”

“Oh.” You set the menu down, “Actually.” He follows your actions, you’ve become nervous at what you’re suddenly about to do, “There’s something you should know.”

“Fuck this!” Atsumu throws the napkin on the table, you jump as he harshly stands, throwing the chair back.

“Atsumu.” You stand.

“No! Don’t. Were you just messing with me then? Did Osamu tell you I was going to be at the bar last night?” Atsumu’s fist ball, “You know what, whatever.”

“Wait.” You follow him behind, “Atsumu. I’m sorry.”

He harshly turns to you, god, even in sunlight you were beautiful to him. He wants to laugh, the month he spent talking to the fake you; yeah that was all bullshit to him but honestly when he saw you last night, when he spent over four hours actually talking to you; he actually felt that maybe this could be something deeper.

“I’m really sorry, I know I should have said something right away.” You have a soft pout on you and it makes him outwardly groan.

He runs a hand through his hair, “Okay, it’s fine. I probably deserved this prank too anyways; must have pissed him off somehow.” He waves a hand, “You can just go back to doing whatever.”

Your hand pulls on his wrist, “I owe you a meal.” You bat your eyes with a cheeky grin, “If you take pictures of me, we can send them to Suna and use the money for our food.”

“Oh.” He begins to smile, “I like that idea.”

Back into Osamu’s office, Atsumu has now pulled you onto his lap, your head resting on his shoulder with arms hanging around his shoulders. The two bachelors stare at the sickly loving sight.

A lightbulb goes off in Suna’s head, “Wait! My money!”

You snort a laugh into Atsumu’s shoulder, “Hey, I earned that fair and square. You paid for goods.”

Osamu is having a staring contest with his brother, “So you two have been actually dating for two months? Why would you still message the catfish account then, why not just kick my ass when you found out?”

Atsumu taps a finger on his chin, “Well, I was just originally going to ghost you guys but then babe here and I discovered that we could fund all of our dates with Suna’s money. We even started setting aside leftover cash from our dates to plan a trip.”

You giggle, “We’re going to Disney next weekend.”

“All the pictures.” Suna whispers.

There’s an amused hum in your throat, “Honestly I’m surprised you guys didn’t figure it out. We were dropping hints in the photos.”

Indeed, the two males looked at the pictures you sent them. If they backtracked to two months ago, there wouldn’t be any hints but the closer they get to the present; it was painfully obvious. They were just too caught up in their excitement to even notice. In one photo, part of Atsumu’s shoulder and hair was just barely in the picture; another had his reflection vividly displayed in the window of the restaurant, and somehow Osamu and Suna missed the obvious Black Jackals jacket sitting on the back of the chair next to you.

The two boys were having a mental breakdown.

You shifted on Atsumu’s lap, leaning forward to tap against the top of Osamu’s phone, “Now, if you’d please deactivate the account since this whole charade is over.”

Osamu ended up not deleting the account. He set the account to private because seeing how his brother was so deeply entranced by you, Osamu had a feeling this one was going to last and he was right; on Atsumu’s wedding day, his little best-man speech had him whipping out the catfish Instagram to display on the monitor for everyone to see.

#haikyuu #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu scenarios #osamu #suna #atsumu

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fvrxdrm · 4 years ago

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.•*Friends to Lovers on Holidays with Leon Kennedy*•.

Happy Single Asses’ Day!!!

Pairing: Modern!Leon x F!Reader

Warning(s): NSFW

*****

“Cheers to us single fuckers!”

The clinking of wine glasses subtly intertwined with the voices of the actors in a horribly-done “horror” movie that was running on the television as you and Leon briefly joined them together before letting the tang of sweet, bitter, and sour wine hit your tongues. And when they did, you moaned in satisfaction.

“Not bad.”

“It better not be. This shit costed, like, $100.”

Leon grabbed the wine bottle in front of him and went on to refilling yours and his glasses respectively.

“My wallet’s fucking crying,” he continued.

“Hey, don’t bullshit me now. Jack Daniel’s costs $50.00 and I don’t hear you complaining. And from what I remember you buy five of ‘em,” you retorted back hitherto taking a small sip of your drink.

“For your information I only buy one bottle now. Had the president not let us quit going on missions your statement would’ve been correct.”

It was true. Ever since the New York incident, bioterrorism had gone down and those rare times where an occurrence would go down somewhere in a small region on earth the BSAA would be sent, sometimes even bringing one of the newer DSO agents to help them with the cases. And so, with the conclusion that the count was dying at a leisure pace, the government decided there was no need for their veteran agents to be sent on missions unless they were lethal and needed someone who was as exceedingly experienced as you on the field and sanctioned both you and Leon to only do office work until further notice.

“I mean, yeah, true… Pass me the bowl?” With eyes still glued to the T.V., Leon reached out to grab ahold of the large bowl of popcorn and blindly looked for your hand until he finally felt the bottom of the bowl touch a surface, letting it go once he felt the weight shift lighter.

“This is bullshit. Who the fuck just crawls on the ground after tripping while the killer is literally right behind them? Like, fucking 5 inches away from them! I would’ve stood up and ran.”

The movie had been going for about half an hour now and Leon couldn’t be more amused at how you reacted at every scene where the characters’ brains seemingly flew out of their heads. He wasn’t paying attention to the film. He’d watch this way, way, way, way back anyway and he knew how stupid it was so he just entertained himself by listening to your rants and laughing (also getting smacked every now and then).

“Oh my god! Why the fuck does she keep screaming?”

“You know what, I wouldn’t care if he gets killed.”

“Of course, the phone just had to be dead.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now!? Why the fuck are you making out while a psycho is literally out there to sheesh kebab you?”

“Oh my god, I just lost my brain cells.” And so on and so forth…

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Leon muttered with a smirk, popping a chip in his mouth as he turned his gaze towards the movie.

“Well, I didn’t know it was that bad. I thought it was one of those movies that are so bad they’re good,” you defended as you swigged the rest of the wine that filled a portion of your glass. Your friend just snickered in response, stretching his arms and legs and smiled in fulfilment once he heard the crack of aging bones and staring narrow-eyed at the credit screen in front of him.

Words became trapped inside your heads. You didn’t know what to do from here. The only thing you planned was watching a movie for Valentine’s day – or Single Asses’ day as you call it – and fight shy of anything revolving around romance whether it be some sort of song or movie or something.

You both had been unlucky when it came to romance and intimacy. The closest you had to love were some one-night stands with random strangers and even that was far away from said emotion. Your jobs were complicated and when you both had started in the agency years after the Raccoon City incident, it already began taking a toll on your heads and continued to up until the incident in New York. And so, relationships were the last thing you worried about. Though, that didn’t mean your hearts wouldn’t race every once and a while. Truth be told you caught feelings halfway through your career, both of you. You sometimes entertained the idea of you and your best friend being together while he had conflict between you and Ada. Both of you were people he couldn’t let go of but he felt like one was superior to the other and his brain scrambled around for a bit until the day he almost lost you. It was the day disease almost took over the world: Tall Oaks and China. That was the day he realized just how much you meant to him.

“So, um… I should go now. I’ll see you around.” Leon stood up from the couch and was about to head out your apartment door until he felt something warm enclose around his wrist. He turned around to find your pretty face looking sheepish and pleading – pink creeping from your neck to the tip of your ears.

“I-it’s already late and I… I don’t think you’re in the right condition to drive. You can stay here if you want.” The blush on your face darkened even more and your eyes suddenly found interest on your tiled floor, your grip around Leon loosening. Seeing as how abashed you looked right now, he playfully simpered and decided hey, I teasing is fun!😀

“You don’t think I can drive myself home while drunk? Haven’t you seen me in action back in New York?” He spoke.

All enervation and intoxication suddenly voided out of your body; eyes bulging out of their sockets as his statement caught you unwary for a second. Incoherent words stumbled out of your mouth and none were piecing together to form an acceptable response.

“I’m just playing. I get your intentions. You seriously need to chill the fuck out,” Leon finally said after a few enough rambles were pitched into the room ceaselessly.

Your shoulders sagged and the tension that rapidly built up in you were unfettered in a matter of seconds. “Jesus,” you murmured. “You know how I get when I’m drunk.” Leon continued in his bursts of loud laughter and it only made you sink into your seat even more.

“I’m sorry… You’re just so freaking cute!”

Whoops… Didn’t mean for that to come out…

Leon’s fit of hysterics died down in a trice, feeling like a twelve-year-old whose embarrassment was so immense after getting rejected and being made fun of in front of the whole school that he’d rather melt in a puddle where he can be forgotten.

“I-I’m sorry. That just…flew out of nowhere. I- “

“It’s fine. At least I’m not the only tomato here, right? And um… Thanks… For the compliment,” you said, face burning another 100°C.

“Well, uh,” Leon scratched the nape of his neck and shoved his free hand in his pockets where each of his fingers twiddled with one another, “wanna chat?”

“Yeah, I don’t think I’m going to be bed anytime soon, unless you’re really tired.”

“No, I’d love for you to accompany me tonight,” he replied.

“Okay, come back here you himbo.” You patted the empty space on the couch Leon previously sat on and smiled at him once he made himself comfortable with his feet resting on your coffee table and hands finding contentment in providing itself as a pillow for his head. “So, how’s life?”

“Okay, okay…fine I’ll…haha…do it.”

A few minutes had passed, talking being the only thing you’d done up until Leon tackled and attacked you with tickles on your sides.

“You, Leon Scott Kennedy,” a giggle fell past your lips, “are…”

“Are?”

“…a fucking…idiot!” Leon fell in a daze at your words and while he was at it you took advantage of his vulnerability and shoved him down to the floor with you collapsing on top of him. Only when he felt the softness of your carpet and the hardness of your floor did he bring himself out of his stupor.

“You sneaky little shit-“ He was about to place both of his hands on your waist and flip you two over when his wrists were suddenly grabbed and pinned above his head not even a second after he blinked.

“Uh uh, not so fast. You really think you could get away with this, don’t you?” A smug grin pulled the corners of your lips. Leon sighed.

“Fine, you win.”

Silence had taken over the room once more, the muffled chirping of crickets outside the closed windows the only sound filling in the missing gaps. Though the light that gave life to your apartment was dim, the distance between your faces was enough for Leon to take in every detail that defined the complexion of your face: from the lines that explicated the years and hardship you had been through, to the little dimples beside your lips that he was sure was as deep as the Pacific Ocean. From the constellation of cute freckles that flecked your cheeks and the bridge of your nose, to the pink hue that gave light to them. You were beautiful and there was no doubt it was one of the many things he admired about you. And there was also no doubt that he wasn’t afraid to voice it out while he laid flushed beneath you.

“You’re cute. You know that, right?”

“Mhm, I’m gonna be hot when I’m sixty.” You giggled at your own joke but when you saw just how awestricken your friend was by you, your smile immediately dropped and you were left flustered on top of him in diffidence and nervousness. And because of your oblivion, your hold on his wrists slackened and he took no time flipping the two of you over and switching up the roles.

“I knew you would fall for that, princess,” Leon remarked and before you could even let out a single letter, he already had his lips smashed onto yours.

A soft gasp fell from your lips but it didn’t take long for you to succumb to the feeling of his supple and slightly chapped lips.

In that kiss was the sweetness of passion, a million loving thoughts condensed into a moment, and in that moment, you were in your pure and vulnerable selves.

It was slow and subtle at first, lips delicately lingering against each other for a moment of lip-lock until a relentless appetency set fire in your bodies. It became sloppy and messy and the abiding flavor that ghosted on your tongues left you wanting more and more of what you could give.

Hands set sail on plump skin and it wasn’t long until pieces of clothing slowly began replacing the space on your carpet where you once laid, Leon having carried you to sit you down on your couch.

“Are you sure you’re comfortable with this? I don’t want to push you into something you don’t want,” Leon whispered against your kiss-swollen lips, the ghost of his breath sending a delicious chill down your spine.

“I want to… Please?” And that did it for him.

He let out low growl from the depths of his throat before battering your neck with tickling kisses and bites were marks were left as graves created by the inner animal that was housed inside of his body. The brush of his skin against yours arised the short hairs that adorned your own and it didn’t help that the evening cold would tease past you in a speed that sent you shivering to your toes.

“Leon, please.”

“Please what, babe?” Leon kissed along your thighs while he looked at you through the shortness of his lashes.

“I need you, please.”

“In a minute, babe. I fucking need to taste you,” he mumbled, voice raspy with lust and desire.

You anticipated with what was bound to happen next with closed eyes and lip restrained in between teeth. However, no matter how much you prepared yourself for the feeling of his tongue touching your folds, your back still arched at the feeling and a soft moan sounded from an open mouth, hands finding home on Leon’s disheveled hair.

“Oh, fuck!”

“That’s it, baby. Moan for me, moan my name.” That you did. You let a string of curses unknowingly escape your lips along with his name slipping in between them as he lapped your sex with a type of hunger even he couldn’t describe for the life of him. He simply couldn’t get enough of your taste; getting you off once, twice, thrice, until you couldn’t take it anymore and pulled him by his hair before having a sample taste of your own through his lips. And while he was busy savoring your mouth once more, you pushed him on the floor again and straddled his hips impatiently where you felt the twitch of his cock touch your pussy.

“Please, Leon. I want you. I want you so bad. I wanna feel your cock inside me, now.”

“It’s all yours, sweetheart. It’s all yours.”

Permission granted.

Your hand grasped the base of his cock and stroked it a few times before lining the tip up to your entrance, pushing it down once you were sure enough that his dick would just slide in you, and you both moaned at the stretch and the tightness that surrounded him.

“Fuck, babe, you’re so tight,” Leon grunted.

You let yourself give in to his astonishing size before you slowly began bouncing up and down his length, your eyelids falling close to the feeling of his dick hitting just the right spots with neither of you trying. You moved in sync together, his hips propelling into yours and gradually speeding up as indulgence replaced the throbbing of your walls at their painful expansion.

“Fuck, Leon, shit.”

This was good, painfully good, but somehow it still wasn’t enough for Leon so he decided to take control again and turned you to your back where he can finally satisfy both you and him much to your contentment. He pounded into you with so much force and the tips of his fingers dug into your skin that you were sure you were going to be sore the next day at work and bruises were going to be a part of your attire for a while. Oh, well, I’m just going to call in sick tomorrow.

“You’re taking my co – ngh – ck so good, baby girl. So – ngh – good.”

Mewls left your mouth at the sound of his broken words and a familiar tight warmth filled your stomach, your moans getting louder and louder each time Leon gave a powerful blow.

“Leon, please, please, please, I’m so close – shit!”

“I know, baby, I know. Just hold on a little longer for me.”

After a few more thrusts, they became sloppy, you noticed, and all pent-up emotion boiled over into one strong orgasm that has you writhing and shaking in relief.

“Well, fuck. That was good,” you spoke in between heavy breathing, the blanket you took from inside your couch now covering your glistening wet bodies.

“Best sex I’ve ever had if I’m being honestly,” Leon added, chuckling despite struggling to get some air himself.

“Yeah. But seriously though,” you steadied your head in your hand and began tracing random doodles on the exposed skin of his chest as you spoke, “Is this going to be a one-time thing or…”

“Well, to be honest, I wanna go further from just being a one-night stand. You know, a real relationship and all that. But if you want it to be a one-time thing, I’ll respect that.” You could tell Leon was disheartened at the thought of him being a one-night stand only but your intention was just the same as his and now, you were sure about your decision.

“I wanna go further than this, too. I love you so fucking much.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page then.” Leon placed a chaste kiss on your lips before he pulled you on top of him and lulled you both into a deep slumber.

*****

Lmao this was longer than intended XD.

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t4tlawlight · 5 years ago

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Occam's razor is the principle that, of two explanations that account for all the facts, the simpler one is more likely to be correct.

this post is going to cover traits specific to the manga and the television drama, since those are the best adaptations to showcase L’s autism. THIS POST is required reading before you read anything i’m about to type, because it explains what kind of character niche L falls into--an unintentionally autistic coded character. i’ll talk more about that at the end.

i’m going to talk about manga L first, since he’s the original version after all. i’m going to go in order of physical traits, to behavioral, to his character writing. also, tumblr eats posts that have outside links, so i’m going to have my non-tumblr sources in a separate post, here.

anyways, more under the cut!

MANGA/ANIME:

sitting with his legs up and spine bent / sitting on the floor

this is such a big one and its extremely common in ppl with autism. sitting in chairs normally is uncomfortable to outright painful w many ppl with these disorders, myself included. L sitting like that (which, to recall, is a blatant homage to sherlock holmes, another character that is so blatantly autistic coded you can find absolutely ridiculous amounts of writing on the topic) and being like "I HAVE TO SIT LIKE THIS TO THINK PROPERLY" is so autistic. like sitting in a certain way to give you specific sensory stimulus/avoid distracting discomfort and pain is a thing. i found this post (1) written by an autistic person on the topic of sitting in chairs being uncomfortable, and it says as much:

“I suspect that seating discomfort is common in autism (though by no means limited to autistic people). Many of us, particularly as children, benefit greatly from chairs designed to be non-stationary: rocking chairs, “fidget” chairs, and so forth. These can improve focus, compensate for proprioceptive hypo-sensitivity, and alleviate restlessness. In short, many “attention issues” can be fixed simply by providing a little motion for the person sitting. Small change, huge results. That's what accommodations do at their best. They make (often minor) adjustments that have profound impacts.”

so when L says that sitting the way he does, for a specific sensory experience, improves his ability to think, it’s perfectly in line with this idea. Also it’s a good pressure stim.

standing with a slouch / shifting his weight around

to begin: yes! it’s very common for autistic people to stand or walk oddly for a number of different reasons, from physical comorbidity to other issues such as dyspraxia (see: movie L). From an article by YAI (2), an I/DD (intellectual and/or developmental disabilities) community program:

“Kyphosis (a curved spine), collapsed chest, dropped shoulders and even scoliosis are observed in many of our patients. These myriad of postural issues may result from reduced strength, decreased biomechanical stability, or from a sensory impairment, such as apraxia.

Depending on the scene, L has mild to severe kyphosis which is very common in autistic individuals. Other things mentioned in that article if you want to click on it is instability in standing, where you sort of shift your weight around a lot between your feet or rest all of your weight on one foot, which L is literally doing the first time we see all of him.

speaking with a monotone voice.

i obviously can’t show a picture for this one and it honestly depends on the voice actor you find for L, but in the anime in particular L has a very flat tone. a lot of this is bc he has a dry sense of humor but. just know that it’s very common for autistic people to have a flat affect (or go the other way into being too loud/emotive).

his eating habits.

a lot (a LOT) of autistic ppl myself included can only eat certain kinds of food for texture and flavor reasons. HOWEVER there’s a term in the autism community called “samefoods” which is really well put by tumblr users candidlyautistic and autism-asks:

“Samefoods or samefooding is a community word to describe the autistic trait of eating the same food over, and over and over . . . It is part sensory, part routine driven in most cases. A lot of times we samefood because we need that particular mouthfeel / texture / taste, and a lot of times even after that need passes, it turns into a need for routine until you actively dislike that food again.”

“Samefooding on the other hand is closer to a special interest. When I have a samefood (chocolate ice cream, currently), I really, really want that food. I could eat that food endlessly and not get tired of it. I will get upset if I’m not able to have the food in a day. For me, it usually is kind of routine based as well. For instance, with my current samefood, I have some in the evenings and it’s become part of how I wind down from my day.”

we don’t know exactly why L specifically desires sweet food or if he considers it part of his routine, but what we do know is that he really wants to eat sweet food and avoids eating anything other than sweet food, so it could either be that he’s a picky eater and can’t handle savory or he’s samefooding on sweets!

wearing the same clothes

L wears the same clothes every single day. It’s also worth noting that what he does wear is baggy, too-big clothing, the kind that wouldn’t be tight and uncomfortable. once again, sensory issues are a huge thing for autistic individuals. one of my favorite aspects is that in no adaptation does he wear socks. even L wears shoes, he wears them like slippers, not putting them on all the way. people comment that he seems like he’s poor, but we know for a fact that he’s very rich and that wearing these clothes is a personal choice he made.

not caring for himself/outsourcing his self-care

i don’t think one day is exactly canon, rather it’s an exaggeration of what might actually happen--i.e. L doesn’t have a huge closet full of the same outfit, but he does have several versions of the same outfit on rotation; L doesn’t use a human washing machine, but Watari might help him/encourage him to bathe regularly. One Day is a parody comic, but it was made by the creators for a reason and that reason is that L pretty obviously relies on a caretaker (Watari) for his personal needs. Watari, in the manga proper, cooks and cleans and does most things for L. we’ll come back to this topic when we get to the drama though.

doing stimming behaviors

if you don’t know what stimming is, it refers to self-stimulating behaviors, usually involving repetitive movements or sounds. everyone stims to some extent, but in autism it tends to be more obvious, go on for longer, and sometimes be more disruptive to others. it’s often used to help deal with sensory overload, or used to express feelings--think of an autistic person being happy and flapping their hands in the air.

there are a LOT of instances of L displaying stimming behavior, from stacking his food or things on his desk, to spinning in his chair, to biting his fingers/using them to press on his lips, to wriggling and tapping his toes. here are some specific instances:

there are a lot more. i’ll talk about more when we get to dramaverse, but if you rewatch/reread death note it’s definitely worth noting whenever L does something like this!

detective work as a special interest

ok, first and foremost i want to establish what a special interest is. Tumblr user cartoon has my favorite explanation of what a special interest is that i’ve seen to date:

“To have a deep, intense, passionate and incredibly focused / narrowed interest in a certain area of study, subject, topic or thing - to the exclusion of other interests. This interest is something that exists for the long-term, most often lasting for multiple months, years, or even you’re entire life “

L says that he only does detective work because it’s a hobby, and he finds it entertaining. We’ve also seen that he’s been at it for quite some time--if you take side content (the wammy’s house comic, LABB) seriously, then he’s been at it since childhood, with unwavering interest. it definitely comes across to me as L having a special interest in detective work, rather than it just being a normal hobby or a job for him, especially since he says it isn’t out of any moral obligation.

germaphobia

Germaphobia is very common for individuals with autism. a lot of the time it’s actually sensory issues associated with “dirty” things, and a lot of the time it’s because features of OCD are heavily comorbid with autism, including contamination OCD and such fears. regardless of the reason, though, L’s aversion to touching Bad Things is a very autistic behavior, and so is his resulting quirk that he tends to hold things in a very odd manner!

muted emotional expression

this is getting more into L’s character, but L tends to feel and express emotions in a very muted way. not to say he doesn’t have them, but for instance in the example above, L doesn’t have a solid grasp on what exactly he’s feeling. he thinks he might be acting irrationally and overemotionally because he logically should be afraid, but he isn’t sure, and none of these emotions present themselves visibly.

i’ve also seen it said that Ukita’s death is another good example of his muted response to emotion--he tells Aizawa to stay rational and his voice doesn’t waver as he tells him as much, but he holds himself tightly. for someone with poor emotional competence, these physical signs of distress can be hard to read in oneself, but Aizawa (a man who is extremely in-tune with his emotions) can tell immediately.

high logic, low empathy

L is also a character who, like many autistic people, lacks a certain degree of empathy. it’s not that he doesn’t have any, but it’s limited enough--and he values logic over it enough--that he’s willing to make extreme decisions and take a “ends justify the means” approach (such as using people as bait.) in the example above, L takes a moment to work through what it must actually feel like, which rings as very autistic.

bluntness/not caring about social convention

there are so many examples of this i honestly could list them all day, but L is a character who is very to-the-point and doesn’t care about mincing his words. he can be outright rude to the people around him, especially if he considers them not worth basic courtesy. see: Matsuda.

DRAMAVERSE

if you all knew me you should have known this section is inevitable. i’m not going to talk about every single adaptation because i do not have the time and the only other adaptation that is meaningful in that regard is the movieverse (i am fairly certain that movie L is dyspraxic) but on account of the fact that i don’t care about them i won’t subject you all to them here.

anyway, drama L shows much the same traits as animanga L above (they are, after all, technically the same character) but he displays them in different ways.

he has a much more advanced degree of germaphobia, with Watari saying he’s sensitive to outside air and spraying everyone who enters his space with disinfectant, but not making them wash their hands or anything like that, so we can kind of tell that his issues are more rooted, again, in a fear of germs rather than any actual medical issue. he wants to feel as though he is clean, not necessarily actually be clean. this is very common in contamination OCD, which has a high comorbidity with autism. (my girlfriend has a very good headcanon post about drama L and OCD that isn’t so much analysis than just plain fun, but it’s worth a read!)

he stims, but he has a different array of stims than animanga L--he chews on his jelly pouch bottles,

he tosses it between his hands,

he kicks his feet,

and he bounces in his chair.

he still sits in an unconventional manner. he still samefoods, this time even more exclusively--he only eats Lucky Charge jelly pouches and nutritional bars. Watari onscreen puts his shirts on for him, as well as cooking, cleaning, and mending his clothes for him.

however, there are a few traits that are drama-exclusive that i think really add to an analysis of his autism!

social scripting

social scripting and echolalic scripting are both commonly described as “scripting,” but are very different! echolalic scripting is like echolalia, but echolalic scripting is the recitation of longer passages of dialogue from things the individual has heard before. but social scripting is when you memorize common conversations so you can rattle it off without worrying too much! this can be very handy, such as exchanging basic pleasantries or ordering food, but it can also backfire if someone responds in a way your script’s not set up for. you can find more information on the difference in this video (3).

now, this relates to L in that there are two separate scenes where L says the same thing, rather inappropriately:

L: When I consider Kira’s personality, could it be that the strong-willed daughter is Kira? Or could that sweet-looking son of yours surprise us by proving to be him? You never know what humans are hiding beneath the surface... Soichiro: Enough. L: Sorry. It was just a joke.

-- Episode 2

L: Light-kun. Oh, I’m sorry... If I called you “Yagami-san,” it would be the same as what I call your father. Light: That’s okay. Call me whatever you want. L: Then what about Kira? (silence) L: It's a joke.

-- Episode 4

one could say that L just has a terrible sense of humor--and, of course, having a poor grasp of humor is common with autistic individuals--but the fact that he says nearly the same thing as a defense twice makes me feel as though he has it rehearsed as a defense when people react poorly to things he’s said, which happens often.

mirroring and echolalia

echolalia was briefly covered in the previous example, but for those unaware, via wikipedia (4):

Echolalia is the unsolicited repetition of vocalizations made by another person (when repeated by the same person, it is called palilalia). In its profound form it is automatic and effortless.

mirroring, on the other hand, is explained as such, also via wikipedia (5):

Mirroring is the behavior in which one person unconsciously imitates the gesture, speech pattern, or attitude of another. Mirroring often occurs in social situations, particularly in the company of close friends or family. The concept often affects other individuals' notions about the individual that is exhibiting mirroring behaviors, which can lead to the individual building rapport with others.

both of these are very common in autism, and they’re exemplified while L’s character is established watching his favorite TV show, Owarai Paradise. On one occasion, he’s watching the show and this dialogue happens:

Hiroshi: Despite never telling her how I felt, I still got dumped. I am Hiroshi. Watari: Who was this one again? L: He is Hiroshi. Hiroshi: I am Hiroshi. I am Hiroshi.

-- Episode 2

it’s important to note that in Japanese, “He is Hiroshi” and “I am Hiroshi” are said, at least in this instance, exactly the same, so L is echoing precisely what he’s heard.

On another occasion, L is again watching the show with a glass of wine (seemingly acquired simply to imitate the characters onscreen, as he never drinks it) and when the characters onscreen toast their glasses, L does the same, mirroring them.

CONCLUSION

I linked a post at the very beginning of this analysis talking about how characters are unintentionally autistic coded, and it’s important to understand how this unintentional coding is different from a headcanon--i didn’t make up these traits. they aren’t something that only exist in my head that i ascribe to L for fun.

i made this analysis both because i wanted to share L’s autistic coding in one cohesive place, because plenty of people have made lists before, but none that i could find that included so many examples with images and explanations--and i also made it because of the old ryuzaki persona “theory.”

for those unaware, the ryuzaki persona headcanon suggests that L faked all of these traits in order to make people uncomfortable, to put them off-guard and better mask his identity. i’ve seen posts about people claiming that nobody could actually behave in these ways, that L would surely be unhappy and uncomfortable sitting like that, or eating like that, or engaging in any of these behaviors. I’ve seen some people outright say that L isn’t autistic, but his persona is--that is, he’s pretending to be autistic.

i named this essay “occam’s razor” because, to me, L being autistic is the simplest answer to account for all of these traits. claiming that an autistic coded character is faking it is ableist and it just doesn’t make sense with anything else we know about his character.

but if you want to know more about that, i recommend reading eyecicles’ first!L tag. it’s debunked it in more ways than i ever could.

anyways, in conclusion

#death note #death note drama #death note analysis #L lawliet

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dreamescapeswriting · 5 years ago

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BTS Reaction | Boyfriend Tag [Request]

Seokjin:

You couldn't even remember how this all started but you were sitting across from Jin during a VLive eating noodles while he was asking you questions about himself to see how well you knew him. Army was going insane for it because you'd been together for so long they wanted to see if you really knew Jin,

"Which university did I go to?" He asked right as you took a mouthful of noodles into your mouth, you swallowed them and wiped your mouth staring at him,

"Easy, Konkuk University and then Hanyang Cyber University." You smirked at him as he ticked off that you'd gotten another one right that he had written down,

"Next one." You giggled looking at him as he frowned, you'd gotten everything right so far which was no surprise considering you'd been dating for a while.

"What do I tell people my favourites movies are but what are they really?" He always changed what he told people his favourites were so you were struggling,

"You've been telling people it's horror lately but we both know you hide behind me when we watch them and I know your favourites are anything with Disney princesses." He wrote down that you were right again making you laugh as you took a drink of coffee and watched him,

"Languages?"

"Chinese, English, a little Japanese and of course, Korean." You smirked over at the camera and saw that the comments were going faster as you were getting question after question,

"When did I join BigHit?"

"2010 and you trained for four years." You pushed noodles into your mouth and he threw the pen and pad down onto the table biting into his own food,

"Do I know you enough?" You giggled looking at him as he playfully glared at you,

"You know me too well." You poked your tongue out at him and he turned to look at Army to see if they knew the answers as well which most of them did but the rest of them were too busy laughing about how pouty Jin was being about everything.

Yoongi:

Though he would never admit it Yoongi was liking this a lot more than he was putting out to the camera, he loved the fact that you made Youtube videos and that he got to feature in them, he loved that you always asked him to do videos with you when he wasn't working because he got to spend more time with you. Right now was a fan suggested video and it was to do the Boyfriend Tag with him everyone knew that you were together since there was a release about it in the magazines and online about your relationships,

"Easy one, what else do I want to do besides produce and make music?" You looked at him and then smiled,

"Radio DJ, which is why you're always doing your little VLive Fm's." You smiled and he smirked at you, he adored how well you knew him.

"Okay next one, Why am I named Suga and Agust D?" You were thinking on it for a second, you'd had that conversation a couple of days ago.

"Okay, Suga is because the first syllables are from shooting guard which was your position and then Agust D is Suga backwards with DT Because of Daegu Town." He stared at you with a smile on his lips, he was just getting more and more impressed by how well you knew him.

"My ideal date night?"

"Either a night in together, movies, a walk and something to eat or taking a huge nap together." You said as you looked at him, remembering your most recent date which was literally both of you falling asleep on the sofa watching a movie,

"How many hours of sleep do I get?"

"Five, because you're fucking weird and can't sleep more than that." You grumbled looking at him and then over at the camera,

"He won't even lay there and just cuddle me either." You pouted causing him to lean over and kiss your cheek,

"Shut up." He mumbled against your skin making you giggle at him.

(yall dont understand the harships i go through when i see multiple gifs i wanna use)

Hoseok:

It was Jungkook's idea, you were all bored sitting inside of a hotel room since it was pouring it down with rain and none of you could go out. Now it was a test to see who knew Hobi better between you and Yoongi and you were currently winning which was surprising you since Yoongi and Hoseok had been hanging around together a lot longer than you had,

"What did I get a bronze medal for?" You looked at Yoongi who was still thinking on it,

"Tennis match," You said to Hoseok who smirked writing down a point for you on the whiteboard that they had,

"This is all fresh in your memory that's the only reason you know it." Yoongi chuckled looking at you as you pretended to be offended.

"What company did I originally audition for?"

"Jyp." You got out just before Yoongi did and the boys let out a chorus of 'Oh's' making Yoongi glare at them playfully, you giggled at them and then looked at Hobi.

"Make them harder baby." You whined looking at Yoongi who was already struggling enough he didn't need them to be harder.

"What school did I go to?" You and Yoongi fell into silence and stared at one another, you knew it it was right on the tip of your tongue.

"Collaborative point?" You questioned and Yoongi nodded as you tried to think of the answer together,

"Isn't it..." You leant over and whispered into his ear and he nodded,

"Academy for Rap and dance in Gwangju?" You both asked in sync looking at Hoseok who was laughing at you both,

"Yes, last one...Name of my old street dance team?"

"Neuron." You shouted out making the boys all laugh as you won the round and started dancing around the hotel room,

"They cheated!" Yoongi yelled at you looking at you and Hoseok as you started laughing together

Namjoon:

"Jin this is stupid, why do we have to see who knows him better it's clearly me." You laughed as Jin got ready for another round of questions from Namjoon who looked like he was getting bored of the game that Jin had arranged for all three of you.

"You're just saying that because you're losing." You stared at Jin and then at Namjoon who had a point sheet in his hands,

"She's winning actually...She's ahead by four points." Jin stared at Namjoon who was staring back at him,

"Next four questions are worth two points each." You agreed to the terms and got ready to answer,

"Where did I study?" You slapped your knee meaning it as your turn to answer first.

"New Zeland." You answered looking to your side to see Jin sighing and throwing his head back,

"I'll take one point for each one I get right, you take four if you get one right." You giggled and he pushed you softly,

"Deal."

"When did I release Mono?" You gave Jin a couple of seconds before you slapped your knees,

"October 23rd 2018."

"How do you remember the exact date?!" Jin yelled giving up and looking at you, you were giggling as he started to talk so fast he was rapping again.

"Last one!" Namjoon yelled making you both calm down,

"Ideal date?"

"No, new question. She'll know that easily." You nodded in agreement and Namjoon thought about another question,

"When did I change my stage name?"

"2017...November?" You said looking at him with a raised eyebrow he nodded, Jin threw down his pieces of paper and walked out of the dorm living room giving up and leaving you and Namjoon alone.

"You owe me ice cream!!" You screamed after him listening out as he slammed his bedroom door.

Jimin:

Jimin had been binge-watching couple videos all week and he decided that he wanted to do one like it on VLive with you and because Army loved you both together they decided to agree to watch it finding entertaining with how far Jimin had gotten into it, he'd made a banner for the backdrop, had a buzzer for you to push and even had helplines ready in case you needed them. He was treating it like a little gameshow but so far you were doing amazingly and hadn't used any lifeline, or needed help from Army because you knew him that well.

"Final four questions," He said to the phone looking back at you with a smile,

"What school did I transfer from and which one did I go to?" He questioned looking at you and glancing over at the phone to see Army already answering,

"You went to Busan High School of Arts and went to Korea Arts High School with Tae." He cheered and moved onto the next question,

"What are some of my hobbies outside of BTS?"

"Being with friends and family, reading comics and romance novels that you don't tell anyone about and staying on your phone for hours." He stared at you as you outted him about the secret romance book collection he was growing but moved on,

"What was my old motto?"

"Something like 'Let's keep trying till we can't do it anymore?" He nodded and moved onto the last question, all of them had been relatively easy...or for you at least they had but you had been together for a long time.

"What am I most confident about with myself?"

"Your eyes, but you should be confident about everything because you're perfect." He pushed a button on his phone which filled the room with fake clapping and cheering and you giggled as he brought you close to his chest and hugged you lovingly.

Taehyung:

It was all his idea, he'd been watching some videos online where he watched couples seeing if they knew each other well enough and now you were sitting on the sofa quizzing back and forth about one another,

"Who's my biggest role model?" He asked looking over at you with a smirk, he hadn't spoken about it much but you remembered him mentioning it once in front of the boys,

"Your dad, you said you wanted to be like him. Someone who listens and takes care of his children encourages them about their future and helps them." He smiled at you and nodded along with you telling you that you were right, he answered your question next and it was his turn again.

"Who are some of my closest friends besides the boys?"

"Park Bogum, Sungjae, Minjae, Baekhyun, Mark, and Minho....Tae you have too many friends for me to count." You grumbled looking at him while he laughed.

"Okay, okay...What would I do if I wasn't an Idol?"

"Photographer, or a painter...You've never said you wanted to be a painter but you should, you're really good at it." You complimented reaching across to the bowl of popcorn which was sitting on his lap, you put some in your mouth and he copied you.

"When did I get Yeontan?"

"2017 around December time." He stared at you as you fired off every question he gave you with a smile on your face.

"I just know you too well baby, now what's my reward?" You giggled looking at him, he slowly moved the bowl onto the table and kissed you roughly.

"Me. I'm the reward." You giggled at him as he continued to kiss you.

Jungkook:

Having a personal Twitter account to keep up with Army was fun, you spent a lot of time on there with Jungkook looking through accounts that you loved and showed him when you interacted with certain Army.

"What if Jungkook and Y/n did a twitter video asking questions about one another?" You read out looking at the phone and Jungkook stared up at you thinking it was a great idea,

"We should! It'll show how well we know one another." You stared at him thinking about it for a moment,

"Okay!" You got questions ready and he went first, sitting in front of you as you got the camera ready.

"Quickfire round, four questions each that's it." He told you as he took out the piece of paper he was holding with his questions already written down on.

"Okay, I'm ready." You told him looking at the phone and smiling,

"Favourite time of year?"

"When it's sunny but not too hot." He smiled and nodded moving onto the next one,

"What do I have a blackbelt in?"

"Taekwondo." He smirked and moved on,

"Do you know how many tattoos I have?" There were so many that kept appearing you were losing count,

"17?" You guessed looking at him and he nodded his head from side to side,

"About that yeah, okay why did I join BigHit?"

"You fell in love with Joonie and decided that was why you wanted to join." He chuckled moving over and kissing you on the lips, you'd edit it out later not wanting to get into trouble for having skinship online. Army loved it and started asking you to do more videos like that together, and it developed into a regular thing where you would film a video together every friday.

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In a never-before-published 2012 interview, Harry Styles and Niall Horan talk about their childhoods, the future of One Direction, and much more

In the spring of 2012, I spent a few entertaining days hanging out with the five young members of a British boy band who were just breaking big in the United States. The guys from One Direction were unjaded, unguarded, totally charming, and a puppy pile of optimism and energy. On April 8th, in a New York City hotel room, an 18-year-old Harry Styles and 16-year-old Niall Horan sat down with me for a joint interview, published here for the first time. (The reporting was intended for a Rolling Stone cover story that never ran.)

It was late morning, and they had both just rolled out of bed. Styles wore a hotel bathrobe; Horan, with braces still on his teeth, was in sweatpants, a T-shirt, and a Dallas Mavericks hat a fan had given him during a recent trip to Texas. The conversation was casual, full of laughs, and focused on their formative years.

What did you do at the gym last night? Harry: One of our security guys, his friend’s over, he’s a personal trainer, so I was working with him, and he ripped me to shreds.

In 12 hours, you have to do Saturday Night Live. Are you ready? Harry: Yeah, I think so. I think it’s going to be a fun day. It’s just really exciting, obviously. The show is so huge. For us to get the opportunity to be on it at all was just amazing, and to us, to be performing and just be involved with the show is amazing.

Have you seen whole episodes of it? Harry: I’ve watched a lot of clips on YouTube. They don’t show it in the U.K.

Growing up, when did you realize you could sing or that you wanted to sing? Harry: I sang in primary school, like the school productions, plays and stuff.

What was your first one? Harry: The first one was…I was five, and there was a story about a mouse who lived in a church, and I was Barney, the mouse. I had to wear my sister’s tights, and a headband with ears on it, and I had to sing a song all by myself. I remember it was just like, whatever…in the second, I was Buzz Lightyear in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, so you know when they run and hide in the toy shop? Buzz Lightyear was in the toy shop, so they just created my character. The last one, I was in…you know Joseph and the Technicolor Dreamcoat? I was the pharaoh, but I was an Elvis pharaoh.

Did you have a sense that this is what you wanted to do in your life? Harry: I think in school, I was OK, I wasn’t a bad student. I think I just knew I wanted to entertain people and stuff. I was a bit of an attention-seeker at school.

Niall: Me, too. I just talked too much, sang too much.

You were onstage as a kid and were like, “This is what I like”? Harry: I knew it was fun, I had a lot of fun doing it, and I stopped when I started high school, and then I didn’t really do anything, I just sang at home, in the shower, in your bedroom, that type of thing. I guess it started again when my friends were in a band and they wanted to do this battle of the bands competition that was at school, and they needed a singer, and one of my friends asked me.

What did you sing? Harry: We sang “Are You Gonna Be My Girl” by Jet, and “Summer of ’69.” We did it more towards the Bowling For Soup version.

How about you, Niall? Niall: I always knew I wanted to sing. I was academic…I was one of those people that if I’m not interested in something, I don’t really care. If I’m not interested in school, I would have never trained or done my homework or anything, I’d have just gone outside and played football or whatever.

Harry: [helpfully translating] Soccer.

Niall: So I always wanted to sing. I was singing here and there, not gigs or anything, but I always sang around the house or whatever, and I played Oliver in a school play. And then I just did that, and people told me I should do something…I was only 10, what could I do at 10? I just did a couple of gigs, and when I got to high school, they told me that I should just try out for The X-Factor.

Who told you? Niall: My French teacher. We used to do talent shows and stuff at school, she was like, “You should do it,” so I did it.

What did that entail? What were the steps from being a kid in high school to getting on the show? Niall: It was the final of The X-Factor the year before, and at the end credits of the final, it says, “If you want to apply for 2010, go online,” so a couple of weeks later, I said, “Right, I’m going to do it,” and I filled in the form online, we were sending emails back and forth, going to this place at this time. The first one is at a big stadium, then if you get through that, you come back the next day. Is that the way they did it with you?

Harry: I had to wait a little bit, I think.

Niall: I was there at five a.m., I got seen at 12, and I was out of there by quarter past 12, and the next day I came back at 10 in the morning. You get through the first round, then they do a round where they don’t tell you if you got through after that.

Harry: They film it.

Niall: The producer and someone from the label. They film it and show it to whoever. Then if you got through that, it takes about two or three weeks until you find out. I was in Spain. Then you just go through the audition.

Harry, how did you wind up on X-Factor? Harry: I basically said, the same as Niall, I was watching the year before, and I remember looking at the young guys on there, and I was kind of like, “I’d love to have a go at it just to see what happens,” and that was kind of it. My mum actually did the application, and then three weeks later, I walked upstairs and she said, “Oh, you’ve got your X-Factor audition Sunday,” and I was like, “OK.”

Niall: In England, it’s the biggest thing ever. It took a while to build.

Harry: The two or three years were steady, and third or fourth, it just blew up.

Niall: It works that one in three people in the UK watch it. There’s 60 million people in the UK, and 21 million people watched the final the year we were in it.

Harry, your band also played at least one wedding right? Harry: Yeah. We actually said that we’d do the wedding gig, and…

Niall: You get paid for it?

Harry: Yeah. 160 quid, between all four of us. 40 quid each…we said we’d do it, and then we found out it was the weekend coming up, and we hadn’t done anything for it, so we asked the bride what kind of stuff she wanted, and she said she didn’t mind, but she wanted some Bob Marley songs. Literally in three days, not even three, probably two days, we learned like 25 songs. We might have known like three of them before. I was 16, maybe 15, singing these Bob Marley songs. There was a girl a couple of years below us, and it was her mum, she said she wanted us to play.

Niall: Can you imagine you’re at a wedding and you have 16-year-old kids up on the stage?

Maybe you were really good! Harry: Yeah, the drummer is one of my best friends from school, he’s a sick drummer, he’s so good.

Did you think the band could be something? Harry: A bit. My friend’s mum was a radio presenter, and she did a radio show for a bit, so she was trying to sort us out a little bit of studio time, we were going to go in and record.

What do your parents do? Harry: My mum is a PA. My dad is a financial adviser.

How about you? Niall: My dad works at a supermarket, he’s the head manager, general manager of an area, not just one, and my mum is unemployed now, so I try to help them out whenever I can.

You probably can. That must be nice. Niall: Yeah, it’s nice, it’s good.

Plus, now you can tell them what to do. Harry: [laughs] “Now you go to bed.”

Were you happy as kids? Did you have adolescent angst and stuff? Did you go through depressed periods? Harry: Not really. I think at one point, I started acting like I was…I had a phase of listening to really heavy music.

Niall: I never went through that.

Harry: Not stupid heavy, but a bit… just because I thought it was cool.

Like what? Harry: Like Nirvana T-shirts, wore black all the time, pretty much.

Were you pretty happy go-lucky? Niall: Yeah, I was always happy. I think me and Harry were lucky. Our parents got divorced quite early, didn’t they, when we were really young. I was four, I didn’t know much, so I was always a happy kid, always up for a laugh, very carefree, and I’m a bit like that now.

Did you both grow up in your moms’ houses? Harry: Yeah.

Niall: I went between both, my mum moved to the country and I didn’t have any interest in it. I always felt like the country is for when you’re older. I was with my mom for a while but got bored, all my friends were in town, I went to school in town and all that stuff. It was more like that.

Harry: I lived with both parents, and then moved with my mum, and we owned a pub for like five years. I remember the first night, it was like a night where a band was playing, and I just thought, “How am I going to get to sleep?” I was three stories up, I was like, “How am I going to get to sleep with this noise?” I was next to a road in Sussex in the middle of nowhere, and by the end, I could fall asleep next to the band, I was so used to the noise.

Was it imprinting your brain? Harry: Maybe. One of the guys who used to play every so often, he used to be in Deep Purple or something… He started teaching me guitar when I was like 10, I think 10, maybe nine. I loved it. I was 10, 11, all of the regulars, I got on with them. I’d walk behind the bar and my head would barely go over the bar. It’s still going now. We sold it to my best friend, we go in all the time still.

People say you come off as more mature than your age, you come off wiser. Did hanging around all those people as a kid help you mature?

Harry: I don’t know, maybe. I moved when I was seven or eight from Cheshire, and it was still Cheshire, but half an hour away, but in terms of not driving and stuff, all my friends lived near my school, so that was a bit further out. One of my friends there was my sister’s age, he was 16 when I was 10. It was so tiny, they were the only teenage boys…we’d ride our bikes and go to the driving range and stuff. It was good, it was fun.

You both wanted to entertain – if it hadn’t worked out, would you have been really unhappy? Harry: Yeah, I think it would be kind of like…one of the reasons you go for X-Factor in the first place is that you want to do this, and it kind of helps you get out of the life that you were doing before. I worked in a bakery for two years. Obviously, I didn’t want to do that for ages!

If you’d asked people at school, would they have said, “Yeah, they’re probably going to be famous,” or would they never have guessed that? Niall: My aunt, I was in the back of her car. We used to go across Ireland to go to the beach for a couple of weeks, and I remember we were in the car, I was singing, and she thought I was the radio, and she told me, I never forgot it, that she thought I was going to be famous since I was six, seven. She was the only person who told me that, so I always remembered that.

Harry: My dad said it. I used to listen to a lot of the music he was playing, he’d play Elvis Presley to death, the Stones, I’d sing along to that and he’d say, “You’re going to be famous,” or whatever. He came on tour with us for a few days out here, he came to the Radio City show. He just said, for him, it was so educational. Obviously, he hears about what happens when I call him, but to see it and see it actually happen and how everything works was so good for him, he really enjoyed it. So that was nice.

So you grew up on Elvis and the Stones? Harry: Yeah, pretty much. My dad was a massive Stones fan, so it was pretty much Beatles and Stones in terms of what my dad played.

People say you kind of look like Mick.

Niall: He gets that a lot.

Harry: I get it more here, probably, than I do at home. It’s because of the British thing.

What have you learned about life from the last few years, what didn’t you know? What advice would you give yourself? Niall: How much more independent we actually are – me, anyway. Your mum attends to your every need and does your food and washing and gives you somewhere to live. Then you go into the real world, as you’re told as a kid…

Harry: We’re living on our own now.

Niall: We just started living on our own in the last six months, really.

Harry: I’m moving when I get back.

Niall: We do our own washing, we make our own food, we rent places, we’re out on our own now. You mature so quick, you’re dealing with big businessmen every day, you’re not dealing with school, people your own age. It’s a bit different.

Harry: You seem to learn so many life lessons, but in such a short space of time. If I speak to my friends and they’re having problems with girls, whatever it is, now I seem to just have the answer. I don’t know, it’s just different. Or I think I have the answer. In terms of…one of my friends was trying to decide what to do with school, stuff like that, and I would have had no idea what to say to him before.

The last two years must feel like 10. Harry: Yeah, but at the same time, it feels like six months, it’s weird. X-Factor was two years ago, but it seems like five years ago, but at the same time, it’s gone so quick. It’s a really strange dynamic of how it feels.

Do you have a sense of how this is going to go? Does it matter if it’s two years, five years or forever? Harry: I think how much we all enjoy it, because we love what we do – if you have to call it a job, it’s an incredible job to have, and we love it. We’ll all want to do it for as long as possible. If we have the opportunity to have a Take That kind of career, I don’t see any reason why we wouldn’t want to do that. If we don’t, I don’t know…we’ve done some amazing things already, but we don’t want to stop there, we want to keep going. I guess if we didn’t, I think we’d probably want to still be involved in…I’d just write, I guess.

Do you want to act? It feels like you could have your own TV show. Harry: I think it would be more of a documentary, because obviously, we’re not actors.

People must want you to try. Niall: Watch tonight, tell us what you think. Watch SNL.

Will you all make solo albums? Is that inevitable? Harry: No, I don’t think so.

Niall: Let’s do a swing album!

Harry: [laughs] We’ll all do swing albums. We’re just so focused on this, we all feel so lucky just to be part of this opportunity that we’ve all been given, it’s incredible, we’re just loving it. It’s sick.

People make a lot of assumptions about people in your position. They think you’re puppets and do what you’re told. What do you do when people make those assumptions? Harry: When you look from the outside, especially if you’re a skeptic of groups made through TV shows, which is fair enough, people don’t see what we do on a daily basis, people don’t see…I think from the outside, it looks so glamorous, they see us do TV performances every now and again, see us doing an interview every now and again, but they don’t know that we work seven days a week.

Niall: If there was eight days, we’d fit it in.

Harry: It’s not as completely glamorous all the time, of course it’s not, it would be stupid to think that it would be, but it’s hard work.

Niall: You’ve got to remember that you’ve got people on your team that have been doing this for many years and have been through the mill. You have all that experience around you, even from our tour manager, who’s been doing this for 20 years, they know what’s right, but at the same time, we want to have creative control, because at the end of the day, it’s us stepping out onto the stage of SNL tonight and have to sing these songs. We want to be singing what we enjoy, as we said last night. The music we all listen to is what we try and blend together to make this One Direction sound.

Harry: We obviously want to make it authentic and have our say without going, “People say we don’t control it, so we need to take control.” We’re not…we haven’t been writing songs for 20 years, we’re not producers. We’ve got an incredible team around us. Luckily, we’ve been given a lot of freedom, so we don’t go, “OK, we just need more and more control,” because we have a lot of control already. I think we find a really good balance in the way we work with our record label and our management, and it’s just how we work together, I think.

In any case, it’s probably better than the bakery. Harry: Yeah. But I don’t get a nice bun on my break anymore, that’s the thing.

Did you wear an apron? Harry: Oh yeah, I wore a white polo shirt and a maroon apron with white stripes. “What would you like? 78 pence, thank you very much.”

Were you behind the counter? Harry: Yeah, I was behind the counter. It was good. It was Saturday morning, I started at five and finished at four in the afternoon and got like 30 quid, it was a joke.

Niall, did you have a job? Niall: No, never.

So this is your first job. Niall: Yeah, not bad at all. I was chilling, I was being a kid.

Harry: I had a paper route before that. It gave me a bad back, bad posture. It was a heavy bag.

I interviewed some fans downstairs, and asked if they knew who you were six months ago, and they all said yes, and a year ago…They were all early adopters, heard you from the Internet, watched X Factor on YouTube… Harry: It’s the internet. People have friends over here that might tell their friends and look on YouTube and show their friends. It’s insane how it’s blown up. We’ve had the opportunity to come over to America and do shows, and release our music over here, which is amazing. Through the power of social media, we already had a bit of a following before we’d ever been over here, we hadn’t done any shows. We had some fans out here, which was amazing, but weird, really strange. I don’t know, it’s gone crazy. We don’t really see loads of it. We do the shows, then we’re in hotels, then we fly somewhere else. We don’t see massive amounts of it, we just go with it. This whole thing has gone on, and it’s sick.

Do you ever feel anxious through all this? Harry: Yeah, I think, obviously, just naturally, you think about what’s going to happen in the future. We’re 18, 19, 20 years old, we’re young. I wouldn’t say anxious, we’re just excited most of the time, and having so much fun, that if stuff were to finish and you were to look back on your time and all you did the whole time throughout this amazing stuff was shitting yourself about what’s going to happen next, then it would just be…I think you have to enjoy it while it’s going on. I think you should be wary about the future, but not worrying about it all the time. We still enjoy it and have fun, but obviously, you do think, “What am I going to be doing in 20 years, 30 year?” I’ll have kids by then.

Harry, I saw a tabloid with pictures of everyone smiling, and you were looking thoughtful. Do you get down sometimes? While everyone else is having fun, do you start drifting off? Harry: No, I think I’m naturally…not everyone is happy all of the time. I think you always have times when…like when you’ve just landed off a really long flight or miss home or something. They got a picture of me where I wasn’t smiling. I usually smile, but they got one where I wasn’t smiling and used that, and then said I wasn’t happy. They did that for a few days, that’s when we were in L.A. last time. It goes with the morbid voice.

Ringo would say, “It’s just me face.” Niall: “Who’s that little old man?” [quoting Hard Day’s Night]

Harry: “That’s Paul’s grandfather. He’s very clean.”

Sometimes you can drift off, that’s just your thing. Harry: [laughs] I’m just soulful, man, I try.

Harry, do you mind when you’re singled out for attention? Harry: I don’t know. I don’t really…I don’t know. We’re a band. Everything we do is together. I don’t take much notice of it.

So you’re not the Justin. Harry: No.

Niall: J.C. was popular, too, wasn’t he?

It’s not like that for you guys. Harry: Not at all.

There was an imbalance in that group. Harry: I think we find it important that people get to know all of our individual personalities, because…

Niall: I think that’s what’s good about it, people see us as individuals as well as a band, we all have our own personality, and we all give something to a band. Previous bands, they go around and can never explain themselves, they can explain the band, but as individuals, what we bring to the band and stuff…

Harry: We all know that we all have our roles, and we all know that without one of us, it wouldn’t work.

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pairing: ransom drysdale x f!reader

a/n: this is so self indulgent. SO SELF INDULGENT. more self indulgent than anyone will ever be able to comprehend. before u all read this, i want u to know it was originally supposed to be about training ransom at a job, but then i realized that i nothing about 1. working at a coffee shop and 2. training an employee. also, i am the worst at writing dialogue. so i didn’t write a lot of dialogue LMAO enjoy :)

also, half of this was written at 1 am. just a warning

warnings: coffee shop au, enemies (kinda) to lovers, a lil fluff, not really angst but bitter feelings, kinda slow burn and then all the sudden a fast burn i’m sorry 😭

word count: 2.6k

You woke up to the sound of your alarm rumbling your bedside table sometime around the asscrack of dawn, and rubbed your eyes with a groan. Sometimes, you really couldn’t stand your job, but bills didn’t really pay themselves, did they? You rolled out of bed, and began your dreaded morning routine before heading out to start your opening shift at your local café.

Somewhere between warming up the espresso machine and taking out last night’s trash (which you shouldn’t have had to do in the first place), an older, yet expensive looking car pulled up to the front of the parking lot. You were a bit confused, as you’d never seen this vehicle, and it was quite clear that you weren’t exactly open yet. You watched as a tall man hopped out of the car, wearing a large peacoat and very unnecessary sunglasses. He approached the door, gave it a knock, then waited for you to come open it for him. Reluctantly, you made your way over, and in order to keep yourself safe, began to speak through the glass.

“Can I help you?” You asked in an annoyed tone, then gestured towards the piece of paper that labeled your hours on the door. There was no reason for any customer to be here this early. You looked up at the mystery man and made a rather intense eye contact with him. If this was any indicator of your crowd today, work was going to be far from pleasant.

“Yeah, I was told that I’m starting today?” He had a wicked smirk on his face, like he knew he was getting under your skin already. You hated people like him, and couldn’t believe that he could possibly be your coworker. On the bright side, he probably wouldn’t last long in the first place.

“Well, are you sure you’re here on time? I can’t see any situation where Melissa would schedule to open for your very first shift.” You commented with a furrowed brow.

“Eh, I kinda just figured I’d come in whenever. The girl in my bed was an early riser, so I thought to myself ‘Why not just come in now?’” He said casually.

“Your name?” You inquired, trying to keep your annoyance to yourself, and put on a customer service smile.

“Hugh, or Ransom,” he responded. You turned around, allowed yourself a huff and eye roll, then walked through the kitchen, and into the break room to check if he truly was a new employee, or just some random creep. Sure enough, a bright pink post-it note in very neat handwriting confirmed this man’s existence. You made your way back to the door, unlocked it, and let him in.

“Since you’re here, you should… set down the chairs,” you told him, less than entertained by his presence. You could just tell he was bad news. This Ransom guy was like the textbook definition of a red flag. He talked your ear off while you tried to get through your opening routine, some casual remarks about his last hookup, complaints about how he only got this job because his mother was a regular and good friends with your manager, and how he was threatened to get cut out of his grandfather’s will if he didn’t get employed soon, and what better way to spite your family than to mess up their daily coffees.

Eventually, a few more of your coworkers, along with your manager, Melissa, made it to the café before the morning rush began. You were sitting down at your typical barstool spot, and sipping an iced Americano when Melissa broke the news to you that you would be training the new employee. Upon hearing the news, you audibly groaned, and rubbed your forehead. There was no way that you could handle this man.

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During his first week, Ransom not only managed to offer (and successfully give) six customers his phone number, break two mugs, mess up more orders than even Euclid could comprehend, and spill straws a multitude of times all over the floor, but he began to flirt with you relentlessly. You had no idea why you’d become his new target of choice, when it was clear that he could have literally anyone he wanted. Maybe he liked that you were playing hard to get.

If you were being honest, you had to accept that he was handsome. And rich. And the definition of a fuckboy. And since you were being frank with yourself, you had to acknowledge that you were attracted to that ‘toxic and will treat you like shit’ kind of guy. You had a roster of ex boyfriends to prove that for you.

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It was a pretty slow Tuesday afternoon, which meant you were sitting on your phone until a customer placed an order. Eventually, the little bell above the door chimed, and an older man came through, ordering a dark and bitter drink, then standing by the counter to wait. You began to restock lids while Ransom took care of making the drink, and once it was ready, you passed it over to the man. The man in question took a rather large sip, then promptly spat it out.

“What the fuck is this!” He roared, barely giving you time to react before he proceeded to toss the drink at you, spilling most of the hot content on your apron.

You gasped, gawking down at your scorched and ruined clothing, then up at the customer, who’d turned around with a huff and left, leaving a stream of strong language on his way out. You bit back tears at the whole fiasco, and cringed as both the steamy drink, and your salty tears stung different parts of your body. You turned to look at the barista, who had passed you along the drink, and were met with no other than the white devil himself. It seemed that all the blood had drained from his already otherwise pale face.

“Oh my god, this is all my fault,” he began remorsefully. “Let me make it up to you somehow.”

“Whatever,” you huffed, running a hand through your hair, and shoving Ransom angrily while you more or less stomped into the staff bathroom.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and frowned before bringing up your bundled apron to your face and screaming into it. Stupid fucking customers. Stupid fucking job. Stupid fucking Ransom. It’s like he came to your job just to make it hell. You were tired of cleaning up all these messes for him, and honestly, you wish he’d just quit already. The longer you worked with him, the more tempted you were to pour sugar in his gas tank, then take a club and break all the windows in the Beemer.

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For the next month, your brain was completely elsewhere at work. Your brain was constantly going back and forth with you between finding Ransom hot and horrendous. While the pair of you finished up closing one night, you heard your coworker begin to speak to you as you placed your hand on the keys in your pocket.

“I know you hate me, Y/N. I get it. What that guy did to you was awful, and yes it was my fault, but what else have I done to hurt you?” He asked, seemingly out of the blue. You weren’t even sure how to respond. Ignoring the man and demonizing him in your head had become almost a second nature. “I mean, I think we could’ve been good friends. Even though you seem to think I’m devil incarnate, I think you’re a pretty cool chick-“ he continued before being cut off by you.

“Why do you even care?” you burst out, “Ransom, you just don’t get it do you? You’re just.. a douchebag. I get it, you have your moments where you’re candid and open with people, but half of the time you’re talking, you’re objectifying someone. Or bragging about something you own. Don’t get me wrong, I could get past what you did to me on accident, but you seriously have to work on yourself,” the words just seemed to pour out without your control. “Goodnight, Ransom,” you said simply before leaving the café for the night.

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Since that day, the tension between you and Ransom had evidently become more thick. Since he was finally finished training with you, you made sure to only speak to him if you absolutely needed to, and even then, you only communicated with him in brief and straightforward answers. Sure, it seemed like a small thing to be upset about, and sure, he’d apologized, but something told you that any excuse to stay away from Ransom was a good excuse.

Though he appeared to be an immoral and selfish man, he seemed genuinely sorry for all that he’d put you through. Occasionally, you’d be sitting in the break room and look up from your phone to see him watching you. When you’d make eye contact, he would look like he wanted to say something to you, but your petty ass would leave, or look back at your phone. He was bad news anyway.

Your boss quickly caught onto what was going on between the two of you, and usually, Melissa didn’t like to participate in petty drama, but your new sour mood was such a stark contrast from before, and it seemed to shift the whole mood of the café.

That afternoon, Melissa called for a team meeting a bit before closing, and suggested a family dinner along with a Secret Santa. She’d said something along the lines of ‘It’s been way too long since we’ve done a team bonding activity, and a gift exchange is perfectly fitting for the Holiday season.’ This did make you perk up, as Melissa had a great taste in restaurants, and you were always down for a good gift exchange.

Melissa then told everyone to write their names down, then put them in a decorative Santa hat. You and your coworkers obliged, then began to pass around the hat once again in order to draw a name. You really hoped to get Xavier. You had the perfect idea of something he’d love. As you drew a piece of paper from the hat, you imagined the matching pair of fluffy socks for a human and dog that you’d passed by during your last trip to Target. You began to unfold it, thinking of what color he might like the most, when you looked down and saw ‘Ransom’ drawn out in chicken scratch.

You tried your best to mask your annoyance at who you received, but on the inside, you were seething. You mentally cursed the universe out while you pulled on your coat, and grimaced to yourself once you got out to your car. How were you supposed to get this asshole a gift?

—-

The week leading up to the exchange went fairly well for you, although it was getting a bit exhausting to be so mad at Ransom all the time. You tried to be less harsh with him, considering you needed to learn more about him in order to get him a somewhat decent gift for your exchange.

He’d seem to have taken your conversation with him to heart, and began to talk less and less about other girls when he was working with you. He didn’t comment on how well your jeans fit you, and you noticed that he’d often overextend himself in order to help you with (pretty basic) daily aspects of the job. Ransom would ask you questions about yourself, and your family, and speak less about himself. If you were honest with yourself, he was becoming a better man. And the best part was, he seemed to be doing it just for you. The thought of which brought heat to your face.

—

On the night of the exchange, you threw on a hideous and scratchy Christmas sweater before picking up your neatly wrapped gift for Ransom. You truly hoped that he’d like it, even though it certainly wasn’t the most expensive item. You bid farewell to your cat, then went on your way to the restaurant. You had to admit, you were a bit late. So it should’ve been no surprise when you arrived, and found that the only seat left at the table was next to Ransom. You gave him a cordial smile before sitting down and ordering yourself a glass of Merlot.

Something about being so close to him was kind of riling you up. The strong timbre sent coming off of him was making your whole body feel slightly warmer than normal, and you tried to ignore this strange sensation while you talked and joked with your coworkers. At one point, Ransom leaned in nice and close to you, and began to speak to you.

“Jesus Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as hideous as Karmen’s sweatshirt,” he whispered right into the shell of your ear. Maybe it was the wine talking, but that simple action sent a whole chill through your body, and made you flush even harder than you’d flushed before. You let out a little giggle and nodded in agreement, looking across the table at her very ugly sweater.

“To be fair, the whole point of this was to wear something really ugly,” you turned your head back to where it was before, only to find that Ransom had somehow moved even closer to you.

“I just don’t know where you find something like that,” he commented, gazing much too deep into your eyes. You swore you felt the room shift after he began looking at you like that. There was about a 20% chance that you’d be able to keep your panties on after this kind of exchange. Luckily for you, a waitress broke the tension for you, setting down a few plates for everyone, then bidding them farewell. Damn.

The food was amazing, and didn’t last very long, meaning that it was time to pass gifts around sooner than later. You watched as Amy received a gift card from Sophie, Emily opened a plethora of chocolates gifted to her by Melissa, and Xander whiffed a candle given to him by Kennedy, then, it was your turn. You glanced around the table before you felt the arm next to you reach down, then hand you an oversized gift bag.

“I hope you like it,” Ransom said with a shy smile. You casually felt your cheeks on your way to pull out the very large item. You found it was a very large, and soft, hand knit blanket. It looked like it could’ve cost a small fortune, and you immediately found yourself embarrassed.

“Oh wow. This is perfect! Thank you so much,” you grinned over at your coworker, who seemed to be blushing himself. “Well, I guess I should probably give you this then,” you chuckled awkwardly before passing him your wrapped package. He tore it open barbarically, then began to laugh. Of all the gifts in the world, you two had gotten each other somewhat similar items. Sure, it wasn’t hand knit with the love of some grandma who ran a small business on Etsy, but it was the thought that counts.

“I love it, Y/N,” he exclaimed, looking deep into your eyes once again. He ran his fingers through the soft fabric, then set a hand on your arm. In that moment, it felt like time stopped. It was just you two, sitting in a quiet room, enjoying the presence of each other. You don’t even know what had gotten into you, but before you knew it, you felt a nose pressed up against yours, and a billion butterflies erupt out of your stomach. You heard a few grimaces from your coworkers at the sappy, Hallmark-like moment but what could you say.

Maybe Ransom was not that bad after all.

#ransom thrombey x you #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom thrombey x reader #ransom drysdale x you #knives out fanfic #hey i wrote that lol

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nineteenninety-six · 5 years ago

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Can I request for the Mandalorian? The reader is dating Mando and helps him to take care of the child. When quarantine hits, she decides to share her photo album of her baby pictures and because she was so tiny in them, she got the best reaction from him even though he suddenly became more protective of her.

This is my fic Mandalorian fic and I hope it’s okay. It’s also the longest fic I've written in a while :P

It had been her and Mando for a long time until they had gotten the bounty from Greef Karga that sent them to Arvala-7.

There they had found out the bounty was a small little child and despite arguments from (Y/N), her lover had given the defenceless child to the Imps. They had gone back and forth on the journey back from Arval a-7 and to Nevarro, (Y/N) advocating to take the child and run, knowing that the Imps are still bad news, despite the fall of the Empire but Mando disagreed.

He talked about the Beskar and how it would be returned to the Mandalorians and how it could sponsor many foundlings of The Tribe. (Y/N) understood, she really did but she could not side with him this time.

The Razor Crest was filled with such thick tension that even the small green child noticed. She had locked herself away in the section they called their quarters but it really only held a cot and used the excuse that she was recovering from the adventure-filled yet utterly exhausting past few days but Mando knew it was because she was upset with him.

Of course, Mando ended up taking the child back and they had spent the time since then running from Imps and bounty hunters alike. They had settled down in a lovely little village on Sorgan after they had helped them fight off a group of Raiders with the help of Cara Dune.

Their little slice of heaven was quickly over when bounty hunters arrived and since then they had been going to planet to planet, doing odd jobs to get some credits.

They had just landed on a planet, only meaning to see if there was any work available but as soon as they landed they were informed that an illness was making its way through the planet and it was on lockdown and the occupants were quarantining.

They weren't allowed off the planet for the next two weeks and were confined to the Razor crest and the odd trip out to the spaceport for a bit of fresh air.

The first few days were fine, it allowed The Mandalorian and (Y/N) to get some proper sleep. They were always on edge by their nature but here they didn't have to worry about the next place they had to run off to in order to escape the people who chase after them.

By the end of the first week, Mando was over it. He was fidgety, and couldn't sit still for long, always wanting to do something with his hands.

Getting tired of seeing him pace around the cockpit for the millionth time, (Y/N) jumped up from her seat. The Child squealed in excitement at the movement from his place in her arms.

"I can't watch you stomp around for any longer, follow me" (Y/N) made her way out of the cockpit, not waiting to see if he followed her.

"Why?" He yelled out but when she didn't respond, he rolled his eyes from beneath his helmet and let out a huff before he followed her.

He finds her in front of their storage locker, arms crossed with a determined expression on her face. The Child was sitting in his little basket, watching her with his usual big eyes.

"We're clearing this out. It's a mess and we have the time to declutter." (Y/N) motioned to their storage locker.

"It's not a mess, everything in there is important,"

"Din!"

It was rare for (Y/N) to use his real name.

She reached into the locker and pulled out a piece of metal that was so damaged that she couldn't tell what it was originally.

"What would you use this for?"

At the man’s prolonged silence, she let out a victorious laugh before throwing it to the side.

"Do you plan on throwing all of my stuff away?" He grumbles as he starts to pull things out of the locker.

“Just the things you love the most” She jokes as she joins him in pulling out the items that filled the locker.

It took a few hours and a few breaks for snacks and drinks but they managed to get through the mess that filled the storage locker and there was a medium-sized pile of rubbish by the ramp.

“See that wasn’t so bad was it?” (Y/N) asked as she sipped her drink.

Mando shrugged his shoulders and (Y/N) didn’t doubt that the man was also rolling his eyes.

As she took one last look at the locker, a small bag tucked into the corner caught her eye. Confused she made her way over to it and peered inside, letting out an excited gasp when she saw what was in it.

“What wrong?” Mando asked, his worry flaring up.

“I haven’t seen these in years! I completely forgot about them” (Y/N) continued to speak, not answering his question.

“What is it?” He asked again

“Old holo’s from when I was young” (Y/N) pulled out and with a flick, a projection flickered out.

It was (Y/N) as a baby, held in the arms of her father. He was kissing her cheek and she had a hand stuffed into her mouth.

She couldn’t help but tear up as she looked at the image, she missed her parents greatly. She had a good life and her parents were great.

The sound of a coo brought her out of her head and when she looked at where the sound came from, she found The Child looking at the holo. He looked between her and the holo before letting out another coo.

“Yeah, that’s me” (Y/N) grinned, “There’s some more here as well.”

(Y/N) turned on the other holos and with them came projections of images and videos of (Y/N) as a baby and child.

Mando let out a laugh at one particular projection of her running around with her father chasing after her.

“Adorable.”

(Y/N) covered her face in embarrassment.

“It’s hard to imagine you so tiny.”

At his words, (Y/N) glanced at The Child who was still looking at the holos and found it hard to imagine herself that tiny as he was.

“I’m not so tiny anymore.”

Mando only let out a hum as a response.

A few days later, midway through their second week, (Y/N) began to notice how her lover never let her do anything. Whenever she tried to get something on a high shelf, he swooped in. When she tidied the ship, he would quickly take over. When she tried to feed or entertain The Child, he would take the bowl, pick up the child and take him elsewhere to feed him.

(Y/N) had enough. This was never a problem beforehand but now suddenly it was and she was determined to get to the bottom of it. (Y/N) wasn’t an exceptional bounty hunter like him but she was fully capable of defending herself and the child.

She cornered him in the cockpit after The Child was put down for his nap.

“Din, what’s your issue?” Once again, (Y/N)’s rare use of his name came out.

“What do you mean?” The man grunted from beneath his helmet

“You won’t allow me to do anything. Not even to feed the kid!”

He turned to face her and not for the first time, (Y/N) wanted to curse about that fact she couldn’t see his face.

“The holo’s...you’re tiny.”

Oh god.

(Y/N) wanted to grab him and see if it was possible to shake the dumb out of him. She could not believe that the man had seen the holo of her as a baby and then decided that she couldn’t look after herself.

“I was literally a baby! I can defend myself and most definitely feed the kid.”

“B-but-”

“Din, you’re sweet but misguided.”

The man let out a grumble before he dipped his head in apology.

“Sorry. You’re right, I overreacted”

(Y/N) patted him on his pauldron, “It’s okay, just don’t do that again.”

“I won’t”

“I mean it! Don’t even dare to think about it” (Y/N) called as she left the cockpit.

“I won’t!”

“Good!”

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littlemisssquiggles · 4 years ago

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Pinehead Headcanons: Oscar the Wandering Soul

As a continuation from my last Pinehead Headcanon regarding the Dreamscape and the Garden of Two Lovers, I recently thought of another alternative to this concept of Oscar connecting to Ruby in the Other World through his dreams.

Imagine if…whenever Oscar goes to sleep, his soul is able to somehow traverse between Remnant and the Other World due to either the mysterious workings of the magic he inherited as Ozma’s successor or perhaps some other new ability that he unknowingly taps into while in sleep?

However in the Other World, Oscar appears only as a wandering spirit in this world or rather an astral projection of himself since he is only connecting to the Other World in his dreams while his actual body remains back in Remnant inside Vacuo Kingdom.

Therefore, despite instantly locating the missing Ruby Rose on the island in the Other World using his connection to her, Oscar is unfortunately able to interact with the little red rose physically due to him being in astral form.

With this thought in mind, hear me out on this one folks.

I have this small hunch where Ruby will end up mostly alone in the Other World; completely separated from the others. The only other known person closest to Ruby is Neo but since Neo is still hell-bent on killing her to avenge Torchwick’s death, she still acts more as an antagonist to the vulnerable Ruby than a legit companion.

So it’s a scenario where Ruby is mostly on her own in this strange Other world without any knowledge of where exactly she was, where her friends could be or even if they were still alive since the island was still very much a mystery to her.

So let’s say, after a few days of traveling through the island by herself (or rather what feels like daysconsidering that there was no real sense of time in the mysterious Other World either as far as Ruby know), Ruby slowly starts to succumb to her feelings of loneliness and fears of not only never seeing her friends ever again but also never returning home to Remnant.

“…She’s brushed off her bumps and bruises; but nothing hurt worse than the loneliness in her chest…”

I have this idea where when Astral Oscarfirst discovers Ruby, he finds her alone by the seashore, lamenting to herself, wishing out loud to be with her loved ones once more.

I have this idea where when Astral Oscar first discovers Ruby, he finds her alone by the seashore, lamenting to herself, wishing out loud to be with her loved ones once more.

For the sake of comedy, I also had this idea of Ruby, in her lonely state, fashioning replicas of all of her friends out of wood and strange fruits and vegetables---if you’d call them that--- she discovered while wandering the island which she pretended to talk to whenever the pain of solitude got the better of her.

There was even a fruitsona of Oscar who Ruby made out of a strange pumpkin-like fruit or vegetable that she found, claiming it reminded her of him due to its small size, green and orange colour and spots which reminded Ruby of Oscar’s freckled cheeks.

Let’s say …that Ruby liked to talk to Pumpkin Oscar the most out of her fruit friends mainly because the last time Ruby felt that lonely, it was Oscar’s words that helped her through it referring back to their shared moment in the dojo scene back in V5.

Let’s say…in this scene, Ruby finally breaks under the weight of her solitude and starts crying in front of Pumpkin Oscar, wishing out loud that the real Oscar was there with her to help her through this moment again and to offer her some wisdom on what to do.

But little did Ruby know, Oscar was there. Appearing before her in astral form. And let’s say it’s a case where even as a “ghost” or “wandering soul”, Oscar still attempts to connect to Ruby somehow---reaching out to her like her always did whenever she was in distress; hoping to make a meaningful link that would aid her and quell her fears.

And…little would Oscar know, he would be able to connect to Ruby in a manner that he’d never expected with his newfound power.

Alright, REALLY hear me out with this one. There are two ideas I can see spawning from the concept of Astral or Wandering Soul Oscar.

One version is Oscar taking possession of an inanimate object that’s close to Ruby and using it as a means of communicating with her whenever he visits the Other World in his dreams. There is a reason why I mentioned Pumpkin Oscar.

Ya’ll remember the Oz character Jack Pumpkinhead, right? Jack Pumpkinhead is an inanimate character with a pumpkin for a head and a skinny figure made of tree limbs and jointed with wooden pegs. Jack was made by Tip, the little boy who was eventually reveled to be Princess Ozma---the true ruler of Oz.

You might also recall that this squiggle meister has been advocating for a version of Jack or at least a reference to him to show up in RWBY, right?

To make a long theory short, imagine if…we got a nice little nod to Jack Pumpkinhead by having his RWBY equivalent be a pumpkin-headed body of sticks and twigs made by a lonely Ruby to represent her friend Oscar while alone on the island in the Other World and this very same pumpkin creation ends up providing a “body” for an Astral Oscar to project himself into and use to talk with Ruby in the Other World.

Basically what I’m saying here is---in the Other World, Oscar becomes Pumpkinhead and in this form, he travels with Ruby on the island and helps her find their friends.

However, meanwhile back in the real world in Remnant, Oscar’s actual body is more or less stuck in an almost comatose state which unfortunately has his friends in Vacuo---Emerald, Ren and Nora all extremely worried for him since as far as they knew, Oscar went to sleep and just never woke up.

While the little prince is technically NOT dead since his wandering soul is off on an adventure helping Ruby in the Other World but for the most, his allies on the other side aren’t aware of this. At least, not until Oscar eventually does wake up to blissfully inform the others of his time in the dreamland--- that he knew exactly where their missing comrades were since with Ruby’s help, he found them all in his dreams in another world beyond Remnant---as ridiculously outlandish and farfetched as that might sound coming from a kid with two souls.

Just picture a scene where Oscar is retelling his adventures in the Other World with Ren, Emerald and Nora AFTER being asleep for some like a few days in Remnant’s time and all three of him ogling him like he’d gone mad while unconscious. Although Ren is willing to entertain the possibility of Oscar’s “findings” being just, not just because it’s coming from Oscar---the magical kid with literally two souls--- but also because he can tell that Oscar wasn’t lying to them based on his semblance. So it’s a scene like that however Nora and Emerald are still more than a little apprehensive.

But as I said before, this is just one idea I have based on the Astral Oscar concept.

The other version is Astral Oscar ending up inside Ruby’s head. So basically, picture a scenario where Oscar is Ruby’s companion in another world but instead of being there with her physically or possessing an inanimate object, he mainly becomes another voice inside of her head; guiding her as best as he could.

It’s pretty much a case where Oscar gets a little taste of what Oz was experiencing while sharing his body with him, so to speak in a sense. In a desperate attempt to connect to Ruby while in astral form, Oscar unintentionally ends up inside of Ruby’s body or at least her head and that’s how they’re able to know of the other’s presence and thus talk to each other while in the Other World.

I’m not saying that Oscar is able to take possession of Ruby’s body (since her body is hers and he’s not trying to be that kind of “ghost” since he of all people understands what it’s like to have your body being taken over by another intruding soul without your consent and all that jazz). I more like it in the realm of him just communicating with Ruby mentally since he connected his wandering spirit to hers. And at the same time, Oscar is able to feel Ruby’s true emotions and unbeknownst to him, she can also feel his while he’s inside of her head. So the two are able to bond with each other a lot closely as friends and understand one another in ways they never did before.

So just picture Ruby traversing through the Other World, talking with Oscar as the other voice inside of her head that only she can hear since it’s her soul that he’s made contact with. But it’s also a case where Oscar doesn’t really have full control over his newfound power since he isn’t quite sure how it works or how he even unlocked it in the first place. Is it even a semblance or a result of magic? Oscar isn’t sure.

So while Oscar is grateful for finding Ruby; at the same time, he isn’t sure how he even got to the Other World in the first place outside of going to sleep back in Vacuo and suddenly waking up as a wandering soul in ghost form there. The poor boy also isn’t sure on how he will return to his body in Remnant but naturally, he eventually does figure this out and it becomes a scenario where Oscar hops back and forth between Remnant and the Other World.

On one end, he connects to Ruby in the Other World in his sleep, informing her of all that’s happening back in Remnant with Salem and safeguarding the last two relics from her particularly the Sword of Destruction which was being housed in their current location in Vacuo.

And on the other hand, when Oscar is awake, he reiterates his findings from the Other World from his time with Ruby with their friends in Remnant while working on their end to find a way to bring the others back home to Remnant.

I just really love the concept of Oscar being the link for his friends between two worlds. I like the idea of our boy becoming the key to helping Ruby and the others get back to Remnant. And I love the idea of him being able to do so through a unique power that only he has and shares with his rose.

I know the idea of Oscar connecting to Ruby as a wandering soul and talking to her in her mind while in his dreams sounds like a stretch. Still nevertheless, I really dig this idea and while I doubt it’ll become canon in any shape or form for V9, as always, it’s still worth tossing out to my ever-growing table of possibilities and headcanons.

Besides, I wanted to amuse myself with the thought of Oscar talking to Ruby in her head in his wandering soul form and there’s this initial apprehension where the little prince is worried that his rose might have the same annoyed reaction to his presence that he once gave Oz back in V4.

However to Oscar’s surprise, Ruby is surprisingly enthusiastic about having him share her mind with her and is more than welcoming of him being there since…Ruby trusts Oscar and after walking the Other World alone, she’s happier to just have someone she knows and likes there with her as opposed to being on her own. That way, it doesn’t feel as lonely as it did before.

This is also a callback to V5CH3 when Oscar first told RNJR about him sharing a body with Oz and Ruby reacting more enthusiastically to the idea of a person with two souls than anything else which I always found to be adorably sweet of her.

She looked so intrigued by Oscar. I always liked that detail from when the Rosegarden pair first met since Ruby's enthusiasm of Oscar mirrored his enthralled expression at meeting her for the first time and seeing someone like her with silver eyes.

I just think it’d be neat to see some Oscar and Ruby mental conversations---both the comical kind with shenanigans on Ruby’s part and the deep and thoughtful kind where, because they share such a unique bond with only each other, the two smaller, most honest souls can understand each other a lot more than before since now they were connected spirituallyin a sense.

Perhaps while connected to Ruby mentally in astral form, Ruby can sense Oscar’s apprehension of the Merge just as much as he can feel her loneliness and pain over feeling like she’d failed her friends yet again (particularly Penny’s whose death she’d missed and failed to stop yet again).

Maybe it’s a scenario where Oscar doesn’t even want to return to Remnant---where the little prince would much rather face the consequences of never waking up again in the real world and thus remain a wandering soul forever as opposed to the latter of waking up as someone else. For at least as a wandering soul---as a ghost---Oscar would at least get to be himself. A dark thought that concerned Ruby and could even spark a conversation between them on this topic.

As we know from the events of V8, Oscar is very apprehensive of the Merge. Neither he nor Oz wants it to happen. Although I’d like to believe that Oz’s own uneasiness stems from him being fully aware of Oscar’s true feelings and reluctance. Personally if there is one other character I’d love to see learn of Oscar’s fears of the Merge and even help him through it, it’s Ruby.

As the audience, we’ve already seen Oscar discuss the Merge with Oz twice for V8. Now what I’d love to see is Oscar sharing his fears with someone else he deeply trusts and I’d still love to believe that that character is Ruby.

Buuuuuuuuuuuut…like I said, this is all just a concept. Who knows what V9 will bring for the little prince and his true rose? At least in the meantime, I can amuse myself on more ideas derived from this one headcanon of mine.

I think Oscar becoming a wandering soul in the Other World where he connects with his rose sounds pretty cool especially the part where the two grow and help each other emotionally on their journey together before finally reuniting for real in their home of Remnant.

I especially like the idea of Oscar connecting to Ruby inside her mind and talking to her as another voice inside her head since I think it could be an interesting new way to further cultivate their bond and help it to blossom into something very meaningful to them both.

Not necessarily as a romance but…still something strong and unique only to them and their shared bond, y’know what I mean?

But again, that's just moi.

~LittleMissSquiggles (2021)

#oscar pine #ruby rose #oscar and ruby #rwby rosegarden #rwby theories #rwby volume 9 theory #pinehead headcanons #squiggles pinehead headcanons

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arsalamsyah · 4 years ago

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NY & LA

This stage of life. Ugh. Can I just skip?

Last time I wrote here was when I held myself calmly in a steady state of mind taking a step back to understand better what is within. I found me. Then, there was a moment, life had to change and all of a sudden, I don’t feel like myself again.

It was New York. I could find peace in NY. I left my heart in NY. So in love that I was blinded for its flaws. I know that sounds too romantic after the fact, but that’s the truth. I would call it home even before the first day I moved in because I often went back and forth between DC & NY. I enjoyed it, I was motivated, and I cherished it -- a lot. Living at the heart of Chelsea, Manhattan overlooking the Empire State building from my bed and The Edge at Hudson Yards from the living room -- what glorious days it was. My all time favorite The High Line was just two blocks away, NYC Clock Tower in the visibility, Little Island was just around the corner, Google’s office was in the neighborhood, subway station in two blocks, Trader Joe’s in 5 minutes, you name it.

One day, in late 2017, I lived in the outskirts of Richmond, Virginia, I remember I woke up in the morning and said to myself, “One day, I’m gonna live in Chelsea, in a beautiful apartment with a marble countertop”. I don’t know why it’s that specific, but dream does come true. Or did come true I should say. It was purely another lucky day to have that kind of apartment and more like “by accident” to be frank. However, that day had gone.

I took a lucrative job offer in LA. It was a tough decision to make. Even harder than whether I should drop out of college or transfer to a better school back in 2014. I know I don’t like the city ever since I visited for the first time in 2018 during a roadtrip in the west. It’s not even a city actually, it’s a collection of suburbs -- that’s how California is built. It’s a place to have your holiday vacation, but not for a living. At least to me. There are plenty of reasons why.

First, I used to live in cities where groceries, schools, hospitals, entertainment, and other basic necessities are in proximity. Growing up in a city where everything is so close -- not even larger than 5km radius -- has made living in LA is like hell for a lack of better words. I don’t see the idea of sustainable living here when everything is so far away even if you drive a car. I like driving when I am on a roadtrip but I don’t like driving to commute every single day. So much carbon to produce by one person in a regular four to five seats sedan car. Driving a car is not safe either. Highways have 8 lanes each direction, reckless drivers speeding above 80mph are normal, quite a surge on car insurance, and so many accidents happened in my first two weeks which makes me even more reluctant to own a car again.

Second, because everyone lives so far away, it’s hard to make connections outside work. Meeting the same person twice a month is already something to be grateful for. So much effort to go to a meeting point considering everyone’s addresses. In fact, I didn't have any friends living in the west coast until I moved here. All of my friends are in the east coast. I am not as motivated as I used to to make new friends. Why would I spend my time on the road and meet people that I don’t even think we’re gonna last long. This is not me.

Third, I don’t feel safe outside the office, home, or beach. One day I cycled to the office and found plenty of bullets in the street. That’s how I knew I was passing by the wrong neighborhood even though it looked just fine in the morning. There is a big masjid that is just across a gun store -- like dude, it’s no brainer. My friends who used to live in LA and even my recruiter don’t suggest living close by the office because the crime rate is a bit high. I literally saw tens of police cars chasing down the street and pointing their guns at two men right in front of my office. Sometimes you can tell a neighborhood is so sketchy. Campgrounds of homeless are shockingly in many corners of the city -- literally campgrounds with tents and tarps. Since then, I took people’s precautions seriously to not go out alone after dark -- which is also not so me.

Fourth, let’s talk about geography. I often run to exercise and I like running by the water, be it river, lake, ocean. When I saw LA’s terrain in google earth -- crap, there is no river in the city. The only option is the beach, so I chose to live closer to the beach. Two days of apartment hunting, all the neighborhoods are so dry and arid -- except the gated complex I’m currently in, which thankfully has lush trees and numerous amenities. Related to geography, people keep saying LA has great weather, sunny, and breezy all year round. Well, the sun is so bright that my eyes cannot resist even with the sunglasses, and I got sunspot. Most mornings, like until 8 or 9 am, are actually foggy so I barely see sunrise -- a crisis to my natural light wake up system. On top of that, one season is no better than four seasons. It’s so boring. I was born during winter time, I love fall and winter, and I’m gonna miss it a lot this year.

There is always something to rant about when we dislike something. To me, LA ranks the second lowest compared to all other cities I lived in, while NY stays in the first place. I 100% agree with Emma Chamberlain who’s been living in LA for years and states “The second I exit LA, my mental health will improve greatly. The second I leave. Like it’s gonna be that easy.” Here I am hating the city but so in love with my job and my team. This may be another whole topic in the near future. Maybe, just maybe.

PS: I know there’s so much negativity here, which is not me, not the person I used to be. That’s why: can I just skip? If you reach this sentence, thanks for reading.

#personal #lyfe #newyorkornowhere

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365 So Fresh Part 5

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Humor

Word Count: 2,578

Warnings: Curse words, smoking, poly, mentions of smut, character death?

Pairings: Triple H x Reader

Summary: You just wanted to take a nap wile waiting for your friends, never did you expect the car you were sleeping in to be stolen and you would end up going for a road trip with a guy who had a gambling problem, a girl who committed a murder, and a guy who seems to just hate his life. You especially didn’t expect to have feelings for them??

Hui called an uber and we waited outside of the club for a few minutes. Once we climbed into the car, we were off. My leg was shaking in anticipation, I could hear the other three, whispering in the backseat. As soon as the car came to halt, the four of us ran out. Laughing and stumbling we made it to our room. Hui pushed the door open and the realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I had started developing an attachment to these three individuals and it hasn’t even been a week. “Y/N!” I heard Hyuna giggle from inside. I snapped out of my thoughts, went inside, and closed the door behind me. It all went by in a blur. All of our lips ghosting over each other’s bodies. Our clothes flying in all directions. The screams, the groans, the degradation as well as the praise. Before I knew it, I was exhausted. The last thing registering in my head was the warmth of a body covering my own and then everything went black.

I groaned as I tried to sit up but couldn’t as I was being held down by a heavy arm around my torso. I blinked a few times, trying to get my eyes to focus. The room slowly came together and I noticed it was early in the morning. I glanced at the clock on the wall, it was nearly 5 am. I then became increasingly aware of the two bodies I was laying in between. Hui had his front pressed against my back, his face in my neck, softly breathing, and an arm around my waist. While Hyuna was facing me, sound asleep. Her chest which had been exposed to the cool air around the room was slowly rising. Images from last night came tumbling into my head all at once. Being kissed by all three of them at the same time, throwing my head back as the feeling of Hui’s dick slipped in and out of me, the feeling of Hyojong’s lips pressed against my neck as he murmured praises and groans as Hyuna pleased him with her mouth. It brought a smile to my face. I moved Hui’s arm and sat up. The blanket sliding off of my own chest. I looked down at him, brushing the hair out of his face softly. I looked over to Hyuna’s side, only to realize Hyojong was nowhere to be found. As quietly as I could, I slipped out of the bed. I pulled on my underwear and grabbed Hui’s button-up. I walked into the living room, now semi-dressed and there he was. Hyojong sat on the couch, his head leaned back as he took a drag of what looked like a blunt. His eyes were closed and he was shirtless. Though he was thin, he had a nice build. My eyes raked over his body and all the bruises forming across his chest, probably from last night. He opened one eye before closing it again, “You know it’s rude to stare.” My cheeks burned slightly at the fact that I was caught. I shook my head as I made my way over to him. I plopped down on the space next to him, leaned my head on his shoulder, and sighed. He placed one hand on my exposed thigh and used his other hand to take another drag. He exhaled, “Couldn’t sleep?” I asked. He shook his head. A few minutes passed in silence. I picked my head up, placed a hand over his, and brought the blunt to my lips. He watched me carefully. His eyes flickering down to my lips where the blunt sat. I pushed his hand away and before I could exhale, he brought his lips to my own. Gently he used his tongue to open my mouth, causing me to release the smoke into his mouth. He softly groaned at the feeling, I moved his hand from my thigh and straddled him. Hui’s shirt rose up slightly, exposing my underwear. I felt Hyojong shift under me and I assumed he placed the now dead blunt on the table since both of his hands came to rest on my hips. The kiss wasn’t too needy but it was hard. Neither of us tried to take it further than just making out and I was okay with that. I parted, trying to catch my breath as Hyojong moved his head down towards my neck, leaving soft kisses. I let my hands rake through his hair, causing him to smile against my skin. He rested his chin on my shoulder as I laid my head against him. It was a soft moment compared to what had happened the night before. Soon I found myself drifting again.

When I awoke again, it felt like a different day. Except it wasn’t, Hyojong and I were still in the living room cuddled against each other. I lifted my head just in time to see Hyuna walk out of the room wearing her underwear and one of Hyojong’s shirts. “There you two are.” she smiled. I nodded at her while climbing off of Hyojong who seemed to have also fallen asleep, “Hey.” I yawned. I opened my mouth but stopped when I spotted Hui coming out of the room, pulling another one of his shirts on. “Oh! There’s my button-up.” He walked over to me placing his hands on my hips. “Good morning,” I smiled as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “My shirt looks really good on you,” he said as he pecked my lips. “Oh yeah?” I murmured. Before Hui could say anything else, Hyuna lightly smacked my ass, “Come on, get dressed, I’m hungry.” A little while later we were all dressed now and climbing into the car. The windows were rolled down, the music from the radio was playing loudly, laughter and song filled the air. It was beautiful. We ended up getting the food to go. Now we were sitting on one of the many benches surrounding the park. I didn’t give much input, I was just happy to be there and observe. I didn’t feel left out though. After we all ate and threw the food away, Hyuna reached for my hand “Come on.” she pulled me towards the swing set. We sat on them lightly swinging back and forth, that was until the boys decided to come up behind us and start pushing. It wasn’t long before Hui and Hyojong turned it into a game of who can swing the highest. Hyuna and I were just laughing and screaming the higher we got. I felt free. Eventually, the swinging came to a halt and we made our way back to the car. “Hey, I know of a place,” Hyojong spoke as he got into the passenger seat. Hui shrugged, getting behind the wheel “Lead the way.”

I looked out the window as buildings zoomed by soon turning into nothingness. Hyuna was resting against my shoulder. I looked over at her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Seriously Hyojong where the fuck are we?” Hui mumbled. We were in as some would put it “the middle of nowhere” I had no clue where we were going but Hyojong didn’t seem to mind. “Just trust me,” he said, “You’re going to lead us out here to kill us aren’t you?” Hui grumbled. “Turn right here,” Hyojong replied. “You didn’t deny it.” I chimed in.

“There’s literally no road.”

“You’re still driving.”

“I don’t even know where I’m going!”

“I do.”

“We’re going to die.”

“Stop being dramatic.”

“It’s just trees!”

“I’m aware.”

They went back and forth like this but Hui didn’t stop following Hyojong’s directions. “Okay now stop here.” Hui stopped the car and turned to the other male, “You brought us to look at trees.” Hyojong didn’t reply to that and got out of the car. Hui soon followed him. I shook Hyuna lightly, she had fallen asleep. She stirred and looked up at me. “Come on, apparently we’re here,” I told her. We both got out. “We go on foot from here,” Hyojong spoke. Hui looked at me, “We’re going to die.” I rolled my eyes and walked past him. After a few minutes of walking, Hyojong stopped. Once we all reached him we saw what he was looking at. It was a creek. There were moss-covered rocks which caused the water to form little waterfalls. The birds were chirping from above, some even drinking from the water. It was a sight. “Wow.” Hyuna breathed. Hyojong turned around looking at Hui “Told you I knew where I was going.” “You’re going to drown us,” he mumbled in reply. We all took seats by the creek. No one said anything for a while. We all just sat there appreciating nature. It wasn’t until a rabbit came into view that Hyojong broke the silence. “Isn’t it funny how life comes out differently than what you expect?” He laughed bitterly. He leaned back on his hands, head tilted up. “I wanted to be a veterinarian.” We didn’t reply so he continued “I wanted to help out, take care of and treat animals. God knows how many times I’ve tried to kill myself. How shitty my life turned out. Before this week, I couldn’t tell you the last time I had felt anything. It’s all been so meaningless. Maybe our meeting wasn’t.” “I wanted to be an entertainer.” Hui suddenly started. “I used to play piano with my mom, haven’t touched one since she left. All I ever wanted to do was make people happy by doing what I loved which was singing and playing the piano. I wonder if she still plays…” he trailed off. “I’m not sure exactly what I wanted in life, I ended up a hairdresser which I’m not too mad about but I always felt like there was something missing,” Hyuna spoke. They looked over at me but I didn’t know what to say. “I never gave anything much thought,” I mumbled, embarrassed that I didn’t have a “dream” that I wanted. “I just kind of went with things as they came. Never was truly passionate about something. I just exist, I don’t live.” I shrugged. It was true all of my interests had been fleeting, I moved on to the next thing fairly quickly. We were quiet again, everyone seemed to be thinking deeply about how their life had taken a turn. I thought back again. Growing up I had my problems, but I figured everyone did. I left my mom and the town I grew up in not long after I turned 18. Once in Seoul, I found that Bora had been looking for a roommate. Through her, I met Wooseok and Hyolyn. Yet I was never really there. I would listen to their stories of adventures and parties they went to. I hardly participated, and it wasn’t that I didn’t want to, it was that I didn’t know how. I didn’t know how to let loose and be comfortable in my own skin. The voice in the back of my head always had something to say and made me feel unsure. And that’s when I realized I hadn’t heard that voice this whole week. It was just me. As I looked out at the three of my newly found...friends, I smiled. A smile that I wasn’t faking, a smile that was as real as our surroundings. Hui nudged me with his foot. “What’s got you all smiley?” he chuckled. “I don’t know, everything, this, us.” I shrugged.

I don’t think anyone of us knew how much time had passed as we sat there in the woods, talking and listening. What we did know was that the sun had started to set somewhere behind the trees. So we got up, dusted ourselves off, and made our way back to the car. As regularly Hui drove, I got into the passenger seat, while Hyuna and Hyojong got into the back. We drove for a while to get back into the main part of town. “So what are we going to do tonight?” Hui clapped his hands together. “We could go to an arcade?” Hyuna spoke up. “Another bar?”Hyojong answered. Before I could say anything, lights flashed behind us. “Shit,” Hui mumbled. I looked in the rear mirror to see a police car driving closely behind us. The logical thing would’ve been to pull over. But seeing as the car was stolen, Hyuna was wanted for murder, and I was registered as “missing”, Hui did the next best thing. He made a sharp left into an alleyway and sped up. The police must not have seen it coming as they drove right by. Though I had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time we saw them. As Hui continued to zoom past the streets in an attempt to lose the cops, Hyojong rolled the window down. His hair danced in the wind and he smiled. I decided to roll down my windows too. The wind was cool and refreshing. With the speed of the car and wind blowing against my face, I laughed. When lights flashed again but this time from in front of us, I laughed more. Hui made another sharp turn, narrowly missing another car. This time the cops were prepared as they made a turn equally as sharp in order to follow us. This time everyone felt the adrenaline. Hyojong climbed halfway out of the window and screamed. He then proceeded to flip off the police before getting pulled back in by a giggling Hyuna. Hui then turned onto a parking garage, the cop car that had been following us soon turned into three. Soon we made it to the top of the structure and we all climbed out messily. Still laughing, we ran over to the edge. “Wow. It’s beautiful.” I said as I looked out to the city lights. The other three nodded in agreement. We finally heard the sirens behind us and car doors slamming. One of the officers brought out a megaphone and yelled something about our hands. I couldn’t hear clearly, my ears were ringing. None of us turned around or even acknowledge the police. We all just held hands and stared out into the night. “Together?” Hyuna yelled. Without missing a beat, the remaining of us yelled back “Together!” I heard a faint “No” somewhere in a distance but it was too late. We had jumped. I glanced over to my side in time to see that Hyuna, Hyojong, and Hui were indeed there. I wasn’t alone. I looked up to see the stars and once again, smiled. I was going to be one of them soon. Falling is a weird feeling. Knowing that you’ll soon hit the ground is a weird feeling. But it’s free. It’s all apart of the journey in the end. And with one final glance at the moon, I closed my eyes. Until I felt no more.

When I opened my eyes again, everything was white. The deafening sound of silence was all to be heard. That was until I saw Hyuna appear, followed by Hyojong and Hui. They were all smiling and gestured at me. “Well come on!” Hyuna giggled. My smile grew as I sprinted in their direction, their arms awaiting me. I was home. And then we walked. We walked until our surroundings slowly disappeared and we were nothing but a speck.

Taglist: @cherrycolababie @killcomet @coolssssssss

A/N: AAAAA My first completed series!!! I know this part may not be the best especially with the long wait but it’s here. Pls pls let me know what we all think!

#kpop angst #kpop scenarios #kpop series #hyuna scenarios #hyuna angst #hui angst #hui scenarios #edawn scenario #edawn angst

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