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tearsoftime0086 · 10 months

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We'll Always Have Casablanca

Part 3 of 3

Characters: Steve Burnside, Leon Kennedy

Summary: Leon and Steve finally have their talk, and do some soul searching (ft the titular Casablanca).

Word Count: 2445 (of 4185)

Warnings: Alcohol use

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Steve put the glass of water down and took the time to examine his surroundings – it felt weird doing it in a stranger’s house, but it was part of the standard checklist he ran through whenever his college buds got too tipsy at a party.

First off, the whiskey – as he’d feared, it was the same bottle from ’99 - the glob of melted wax on the left half of the bottle confirmed it. God, he still remembered how long he’d gushed about his gratitude in front of Leon back then. Sure, the man had coordinated their rescue operation out of Antarctica and negotiated Steve out of permanent government custody – he deserved every ounce of praise. Steve just wished the praise was more… coherent in retrospect.

A little wax peel rocked back and forth on the coffee table – the bottle must’ve been freshly opened. The contents were about a third empty, though it was impossible to judge how long Leon had been drinking. He turned to the man in question – still breathing regularly, so that was good.

Next, the TV. It’d been looping through the opening menu for a movie called Casablanca – some black-and-white movie, by the looks of it. There was a small stack of worn DVDs on the TV stand. The Casablanca case was spread wide open. With no other way to spend his time, Steve stepped closer to read through the titles. He didn’t recognize most of them – they all seemed to be old films. The crinkling and fading of the DVD covers were almost as convincing as the very dramatic 20th century poster aesthetic on each case.

All things pointed to Leon simply enjoying some drinks and a movie to himself in the daytime.

“Why’d you text me for advice, then?” Steve whispered, giving voice to the one nagging question that wouldn’t disappear. Leon, of course, didn’t answer. He could’ve sworn Leon had called him for some biohazard questioning – that was the only meaningful thing he could provide to the agent, after all.

Steve cracked his knuckles, pacing the dusty apartment living room anxiously. Rockfort had scarred him in ways that he would’ve never fathomed, and this was one annoying side effect. He’d get antsy whenever stuck indoors with nothing to do, and Leon wasn’t in any state to wake up soon.

The idea was very stupid and invasive in retrospect, but Steve decided to slip into the kitchen and wipe down the dusty countertops. Again, it was the college routine kicking in; he’d generally be the one cleaning up after a night of drinking at the freshman dorm.

Once the counters were sufficiently clean, he noticed that there were a few dishes left in the sink, so Steve moved over to those too. Then he took out the trash. Chore after chore caught his eye, until he’d left the kitchen entirely and was wiping down the dining table behind the couch an hour later. The same layer of light dust covered the table – that along with the lack of furniture made the house look barely lived in.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Steve jolted towards the source of the sound. Leon was now awake, eyeing him from the sofa. How did he not hear him wake up?

Leon coughed deliberately, staring at him with mildly bloodshot but fully focused eyes.

The wet paper towel dropped from Steve’s hand. “I… uh… I’m sorry. I’m really bad with waiting and so I thought I might help out… around the house? Until you… woke up.”

It sounded so stupid, especially coming out of his rambling mouth.

Leon blinked, sheer absurdity suddenly combining with the situation’s context. His expression softened, and he stood up from the couch.

“Right, I-” he sighed, rubbing his temples, “I should be the one apologizing. I’m so sorry for calling you out here.”

“It’s all good!” Steve said, perhaps too quickly, “And if you wanted to talk about Veronica still, I’m free for the rest of the day, so-”

Leon’s brow furrowed. “Veronica?” Steve’s last statement was somehow equally as disorienting as the prior one.

“Was that not what you wanted advice on? T-Veronica? My virus?”

Leon was quiet for a long time, before walking over the dining table. He looked so weary as he pulled up a chair. A somberness clung to his slouched shoulders, with a level of gravitas that not even faded pajama pants could override. “It’s not that. You should sit down, Steve - you deserve an explanation.”

Steve obeyed, glancing back and forth from Leon and the table surface as he took a seat. Despite what Leon had said, it seemed like a proper interrogation now.

“I’ve… been out of the country on government business,” Leon started, choosing his words carefully. “Just got back a few days ago.”

“South America, right?” Steve said, hoping to be useful.

“What, no-” Leon’s grim expression broke for a moment, before settling back into a questioning stare. “Who told you that?”

“Uh…” He should really shut up at this point.

Leon shook his head. “Never mind, that’s not important,” he said, much to Steve’s relief. “It was a long but successful operation, and I got put on sick leave afterwards. Decided to spend the first day home getting drunk, and I made an impulsive decision to text you. So, I apologize, again.”

“Hey, it’s all good. Sometimes you just wanna get drunk.” It’s only partially a lie. Steve had definitely felt the urge – numerous times after Rockfort and Antarctica, in fact. But B.O.W. metabolism be damned, he was never able to reach the point of hazy darkness that could let him forget it all for a night. “And it really wasn’t a problem. I’m just surprised you remembered me.”

Leon laughed softly, throat still scratchy from sleep. “I’m surprised you’d think I’d forget. After all,” he pointed a thumb back towards the coffee table, “it was your whiskey I was drinking this morning. How has it been, by the way? Are you doing alright? With, you know…” Leon fumbled for the right words, but it was enough context.

“I’ve been doing okay,” Steve said, trying hard not to scratch at his left cheek, “Veronica’s pretty quiet – I think the viral therapy stuff helped. Almost done with college, so that’s a plus. Still infected, but… you know. Living a normal life.”

“That’s good. A normal life… I’m glad.” There’s an emotional twinge in Leon’s voice. Was it because he was still inebriated?

“You know…” Leon said, voice suddenly low. “I think about our meeting in ‘99 a lot. What you said back then - ‘In the context of everything, it was probably just an email you read. A few calls you made’, right?”

God, Leon was reciting his dumb speech from memory. The urge to squirm was only blocked by a growing alarm at Leon’s bitter tone.

“I’m… I’m glad I helped you properly back then. It’s the only success story I have.”

“Whoa whoa, you’re underselling yourself,” Steve said. He expected immediate rapport, but Leon just looked at him with melancholy eyes. “I mean, you’re the best of the U.S. military. You just came off an international biohazard operation. Hell, I haven’t even mentioned Claire, or how much Sherry adores you-”

Leon flinched at the mention of Claire and Sherry, hands on the table balling up into fists. “I could’ve done so much more for them. I still could, and I don’t. And not just them, but now… I always fumble the landing…”

“Or they could be dead.”

The speed at which Leon’s head flicked toward him was concerning, but Steve didn’t care. The sentence had the desired effect of stopping him from his spiraling words.

“Claire and Sherry could’ve died in Raccoon. But they didn’t, because of you. And I dunno about this international op... but you stopped something huge from ruining more people’s lives. Numerous times. Those sound like success stories to me.”

“Steve, you don’t understand-“

“You’re right; I don’t. We as people can’t understand the best and worst outcomes of any scenario. Everything ends up in the middle somewhere. So we just have to cling to the ones we love, and live with that. That’s what keeps me going everyday. Sure, I’m basically a zombie- it could be better. It could be worse. But I’m here. And you made that happen. And you’ll continue to do so, because I know you’re the type of person who’ll never be satisfied with that middle. So please, please don’t undersell yourself.”

Steve found himself out of breath at the end of everything. Déjà vu and embarrassment twisted in his stomach like twin snakes. But Leon just chuckled.

“You’ve gotten better at your speeches.”

“I’ve had a lot of time to mull on this,” Steve said, rubbing his foot into the ground. “I guess I really don’t know what you’ve gone through. But I hope - no, I saw enough to believe what I say, back when we met.”

“‘Never satisfied with that middle’, huh?” Leon murmured. He stood up and returned with the glass of water in his hand. “I’ll remember that. Thanks, Steve.”

Steve shrugged awkwardly. It felt weird to hear that from Leon – once an image of persistence and heroism, now vulnerable and drawn violently back to earth. But if five minutes of embarrassment was the price he had to pay for Leon to appreciate his own work, he’d take it.

“So what now? Do you need me to go, or –” Steve said.

“Would you laugh if I asked you to stay a little longer?” Leon said, taking a long drink of water. “It’s been nice to catch up. Though with me hung over, I don’t know what else we’d do.”

“No – I’m down,” Steve replied, suddenly coming up with a great idea. “How about we watch that grandpa movie on your TV, if you fell asleep while watching?” It seemed like a nice way to pass the time, even if Steve himself wasn’t super enthused about the thought of watching a drab black-and-white film.

“That grandpa movie is Casablanca, and it’s a timeless classic,” Leon gritted, with a surprising amount of hostility.

“Uh… okay? So do you want to watch it or not?”

Leon snorted, before standing up once again. This time, he headed towards the kitchen. “Sure. Let me just make some ramen for us so I can get over this hangover headache.”

“Sure.” Steve found himself with the uncontrollable urge to find out why Leon got so riled up. “What’s the grandpa movie about, anyway?” he said innocently.

Leon glared daggers at him midway to the kitchen. “If you call Casablanca a grandpa movie one more time, I will kick you out.”

“You’re the one who wanted me to stay!”

“You’ve never heard of Casablanca before?”

“No?”

“Have you ever watched a Humphrey Bogart film?” “Who?”

Leon went into a long half-drunk tirade about the significance of Casablanca while making ramen. Steve didn’t pick up most of it – something about the Warner movie lot and World War II. More importantly, it made Leon seem just like a regular, 27-year-old cinema buff, extoling a film’s virtues to a fellow friend. It suited him quite well.

By the time Leon returned with a steaming pot, two bowls, and a glass of water for Steve, his mood had become significantly more sheepish. “I’m probably the worst type of person to watch this movie with. You won’t get the full experience.”

“Well, best and worst right? This’ll land in the middle,” Steve said, having moved to the sofa and making room on the coffee table. Leon rolled his eyes and laughed.

Leon Kennedy was bad to watch Casablanca with. He’d clearly watched the movie numerous times. He matched the timing of every “Here’s to you kid” uttered by Rick Blaine, along with several other quotes. It was okay though; Steve just dug into his ramen and watched alongside him. His love for the film was infectious.

Leon hummed to himself, pouring another glass of whiskey before he realized what he was doing. “Aren’t you gonna stop me?” he asked.

Steve shrugged. “I mean, I��m a college student – it’d be sacrilegious to stop you. Plus, it seems fits the atmosphere.”

Leon tilted the bottle of whiskey over to Steve’s near-empty water glass. “You want some too then?”

“Sure – just a little though; still have to drive home.”

The two of them took a long sip alongside Rick, now drunk and despondent after encountering his lost love Ilsa. Leon lisped along to the mournful protagonist, “Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine”. Steve glanced at him, watching his eyes faintly mist over. It didn’t seem right to ask who he was thinking of.

At some point, Steve forgot he was watching a film – completely transported to the world of Casablanca. From Rick and Ilsa’s icy daytime meeting, to their eventual romantic reconnection, he was pulled in, hook line and sinker. Expertly inserted between this romance were moments of human strength and resilience – he found himself resonating with the people of "Rick's Café Américain" as they sung “La Marseillaise”. And the more he watched, the more he found connections between Leon and Rick; it was clear the film affected him on a deeply personal level.

As the end of the film rolled, Steve didn’t notice Leon looking at him expectantly. He was too entranced with the final scene – the last moments between Rick and Ilsa, then the shot of the two men walking away in the rain… the very real and painful intertwining of love and duty.

“So, what do you think?” Leon asked, finally snapping Steve out of his reverie.

“You were right – I shouldn’t have called it a grandpa film,” Steve murmured, eyes still glued to the TV. “It was very good. Beautiful.”

“I’m glad you finally got to see it.”

“Do you have any other recommendations like this? I saw you had a lot of DVDs.”

Leon laughed. “Of course I do - all I do on my time off is watch movies.”

Steve’s hit with another great idea. “Hey. While you’re in town, we should watch some of those. Or at least meet up more. Doesn’t always have to be movies, but maybe other normal, civilian things. You know, get to know each other.”

Government agent Leon Kennedy would’ve politely refused the offer. The Leon he’d seen today, trapped in his darkest throes, wouldn’t even bother replying. But neither of those was quite the whole picture.

And so, Leon smiled and quipped, “Steve, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

#resident evil #leon kennedy #steve burnside #temporary brainworm tag #bits and baubles #warning for potential edits! shouldn't be anything too major but a lot of this was written spur of the moment #will probs polish a little before uploading to AO3 #but if you read and enjoyed thank you and please let me know what you think!#fanfiction #resident evil fanfiction #tw: alcohol

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mevekagvain · 3 years

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Chapter 93 - Fancy chair, love it.

- So my theory is that Raizel just never learnt how to write in Lukedonian either.

- Tbh the janitor is suspicious. Like how hard was he googling M-21?

Chapter 94 - SUYIIIIIIIIIIII

- Ah geez the first of the racistly depicted characters.

Chapter 96 - Suyi getting mad at the kids for complaining about Hansu is so funny like when she first appears you think she's perhaps a stuck up celebrity or a pushover but it turns out she's just a really sweet friend.

- Suyi being stunned by Rai's looks but not falling for him (same with Yuna) is one of the things I always liked about Noblesse. Like sure in the first meeting they get blushy but I'll just jot that down to the inherent beauty of nobles since I can't relate to it at all.

Chapter 97 - Frankenstein's house always being stocked with so much food because the kids just started coming over daily is hilarious. Even funnier since Frankenstein obviously thinks it's overkill but is the one stocking up anyway.

Chapter 98 - Regis and Seira 🥺 Seira's og outfit was the best one she had like it only goes downhill from here folks.

Chapter 99 - It would have been so funny if Frankenstein went "they must be cosplayers" instead of realising the two were nobles.

- Regis taking all the initiative shows how it's his roadtrip coming of age journey which is pretty clever. Also Seira's just like that but still.

- Shinwoo stop exercising in class bro. Do not flex on the rest of us this is so rude 😭😭😭

- Regis confidently saying he's a noble in class to humans he doesn't plan on mind controlling... Baby boy why are you so dumb? How is this hiding your identity??? And Seira just lets him,,, good for her.

Chapter 100 - Ah yes their elegance boner at seeing Raizel... nobles are so fucking weird.

- M-21 thinking he won't get any information because of his time at the Union and thus being surprised at how open Frankenstein is is actually really sweet. Like yeah I still think Frankenstein is an unethical and questionable person but he is kind to most humans (werewolves and nobles can go fuck themselves I guess lmao).

Chapter 101 - The second hand embarrassment I felt when M-21 called the two noblesse... how do I even consume content?

- Yeah 100% most union members don't know the difference between nobles and vampires. I bet they'd classify jiangshi as either mutants or werewolves. Or to be more specific, that would be the classification given to low leveled members. On one hand I think it's dumb that the Union gives members twisted information because how would they even use it? But on the other hand it makes sense since it prevents said members from seeking nobles for help. After all, if they believe even the 'noblesse' are vampires that drink blood, than obviously they won't see them as possible escape routes.

- 'Noblesse only applies to one person'. Yeah because Rai's brother is fucking dead. And so is whoever was his predecessor/parent.

Chapter 102 - Those bullies got backup so fucking fast like Shinwoo literally just asked Regis and Seira if they were okay then boom! They're back.

Chapter 103- Regis going ??? essentially when Shinwoo tells him to take care of Seira is so funny like yes ofc he's confused she's literally a clan leader + noble females aren't physically weaker + noble women work out just like the men.

- Rude, Regis. You can't just ask someone why they're mingling among humans. You're doing that too. Who doesn't mingle among humans smh. Even cats and pigeons mingle with us.

Chapter 105 - Love how everyone else in the household is so sick of ramyeon like Raizel stop please you're being selfish.

Chapter 106 - Frankenstein is the definition of the 'right in front of my salad?' meme at Regis and M-21 arguing at the dinner table. Then there's Seira and Raizel just waiting for the noodles to get soggy so he can't even eat. Wish Urokai could see him getting tortured like this.

- The soldier rejecting backup because he knows the enemy is the Union hurts my heart. Wanting to prevent casualties... iwi

Chapter 107 - Shark how tf do you not know about South Korea? That's one of the asian countries people actually know about. I guess maybe it's because this is from around a decade back? K-pop is more recent and made the country more visible I guess.

- Ah yes Takeo. Forever known as "the first time I read Noblesse and he appeared I thought he was Marie's sister since they had the same hairstyle". Like I thought that before even learning about the Aris Taivra fiasco. My power 😔

- Oh don't worry M-21, Frankenstein stopped experimenting on people 830 years ago. You know, as one does.

Chapter 108 - Shark has like no general knowledge. Geography? History? Tf is that I guess.

- Tao saying they're the worst possible people for the job is so funny like yeah he's right. "All we do is massacre people in warzones why are we in Seoul?"

- The rest of the squad complain or are confused about the peace meanwhile Takeo is vibing. He's the normal guy TM of the group.

- Ah yes noble lore. If you take canon at face value than the fact that nobles were around when humans first emerged and there being about 2-3 clan leaders before the current generation means you can estimate their lifespan. Ofc it differs wildly depending on how you interpret the 'first humans' part. I'll assume there were 3 generations before the current generation (mvp lord being the third generation) and won't be adding the current generation since a 0.5-2k years is kinda meaningless. I'll also be assuming that mvp lord entered eternal sleep at around the same age as his predecessors and that he would have died soon from old age anyway (since canonically they do have limited lifespans). If we assume it's just the first human ancestors (7 million years ago) than the average pureblood lifespan is 2.33 million years. If we assume it's when homo sapiens started to emerge (300k years ago) than it's 100k years. If it's about modern humans (130k years ago) than it's 43.3k years. Regardless I'll ignore it since my hcs are that nobles are effectively immortal unless killed and that the 2-3 clan leaders is a misconception due to a mix of Gechutel just straight up lying, because there are clans that have had fewer clan leaders, because I have nobles settling on Lukedonia only 30k years ago, and because Gechutel is factoring in his own age of 10.2k so it's more like 'There have been 2-3 Ru clan leaders before the Ru clan leader 10k years ago since after we settled in Lukedonia'. There's also the possibility that nobles didn't have lords or clan leaders until a few thousand years ago in canon but the species has existed for much longer.

- 'Nobles are individualistic... They don't despise humans but don't love them either.' Humans w/ ants. Now if the ants were capable of speaking with us it'd be exactly the same situation.

Chapter 109 - "What were they researching here?" Since when does the Union research anything aside from human modifications Kranz? Why do you even need to ask? More seriously this means that the Union doesn't actually only do human experimentation and weapons lmao. The other shit just isn't relevant I guess. It's a shame, I'd have loved to see how a lab focused on like, fixing up polluted waters, would be fit into the story.

- The fact that Tao beat Jake up is never mentioned enough. Also confirms that Jake was lying out of his ass about being the strongest.

- Marie being the weakest assassination squad member is interesting like I know why Crombel doesn't need bodyguards as the reader but you'd think the Union would be suspicious of him not having a stronger bodyguard. Also I still can't believe the Union doesn't bother learning who the members are aside from the ones Crombel tells them about like. Bro???

- Shark calling Takeo uptight is hilarious because the guy literally just shot the falling ceiling light which is the opposite of uptight. Either he was preventing them from getting hurt/being caught or he wanted that to happen considering the fact that he shot it and it shattered. And then he just goes back to leaning against the wall. Takeo please 🤣

Chapter 110 - And Shinwoo's still staying over at Ikhans place. Wonder when he's gonna move back. I really love their dynamic like yeah I beg my sister to get me food all the time too. Also love the apron and skeleton hoodie.

- Shinwoo went through the five stages of grief pretty quick huh? Like yeah it's his own misunderstanding that Ikhan is dating someone but still. Homophobia is annoying as always though.

Chapter 111 - Suyi paying for their food is so sweet of her and also I relate so much like yeah mood that's me and no I don't want to be paid back.

- Takeo,,, the fact that he just hands his wallet over because he doesn't like violence and doesn't want to beat them up,,, my heart. Otoh... how did he even get cornered in an dark shady alleyway lmao.

- Aris managing to make herself look like a teenager as Taivra is interesting since Takeo says he wants her to be able to go to school like Yuna and Shinwoo when he's treating them. I guess she looks younger without makeup.

- Takeo just straight up pointing his gun at Shark in public because he mentioned Taivra... anger issues much? I understand why but taking your gun out is an overreaction.

#noblesse #raining while reading

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couldbeasong · 3 years

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1-60 for the ask meme

Ope sorry I did not see this until today. I think I know the one? If it’s not the one you meant just lmk lol

1. Selfie?

You can have this picrew but I wish to be unperceived.

2. What would you name your future kids?

For female names I like: Harmony, Slyvia, Edelweiss, Bethany, and Opal

For male names I like: Uriah, Aiden, Kai, Levi, and Luke

3. Do you miss anyone?

My grandpa and Midnight (old dog)

4. What are you looking forward to?

Going on vacation in a few weeks, the end of the semester, and seeing @calligraphywitch tomorrow

5. Is there anyone who can always make you smile?

@calligraphywitch and my other girlfriend. They’re hilarious lmao

6. Is it hard for you to get over someone?

Romantically? Not really. You kinda gotta just accept it and move on. In the past, always being like: this will never work because of reason xyz helps.

Friendship wise? Absolutely. It depends a lot on the emotional investment I put into the relationship, but I find myself still missing people I haven’t talked to since High School or Middle School.

7. What was your life like last year?

It was weird being a freshman in college and trying to survive. I had a lot of family problems going on along with one of my best friends from High School being on her death bed for a while. A bit of a crisis of faith as well. But we survived, God willing! I miss pre-pandemic times tho

8. Have you ever cried because you were so annoyed?

Ask my brother. I’m sure there’s been an instance.

9. Who did you last see in person?

My grandma across the room from me!

10. Are you good at hiding your feelings?

I hide them so well I can’t even find them!

I like to pretend they aren’t there and repress them a lot but idk if I’m good at hiding them from others per say.

11. Are you listening to music right now?

I’m in a zoom meeting for class, so I guess my professor's voice?

12. What is something you want right now?

Freedom

13. How do you feel right now?

Kinda tired, kinda nauseous, kinda bored. Idk I probably need to drink some water.

14. When was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you?

Uhhhh idk about a week ago? My last hug was probably a week ago too XD

15. Personality description

I like to think I’m funny

16. Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t?

I work in customer service- everyday (:

17. Opinion on insecurities.

Everyone is insecure about something. It’s kinda fascinating how even though all of humanity is exactly the same (in terms of our struggles and insecurities, we don’t vary) we still judge others for having them. Confidence is seen as a virtue and the most attainable goal. Society profits off of your insecurities tho so be aware of what they are and don’t let yourself be scammed.

18. Do you miss how things were a year ago?

Certain aspects perhaps. But 2019 is gone. It performed and then it left. It can’t hurt us or help us anymore. There’s little use in dwelling on that and wishing for 2020 to be 2019.

19. Have you ever been to New York?

No, but I swear Ima go one day and see a show on Broadway.

20. What is your favorite song at the moment?

I have like three I’m cycling between rn

When You’re Home from In the Heights

Wake Up by Jenny Owen Youngs

Together by For King and Country

21. Age and birthday?

Old enough to know better and October

22. Description of crush.

He’s super great and super intelligent, not to mention super in love with God. Frankly, he deserves better than me. I gotta lot of self-improvement that needs to happen, but we’ll see what happens XD

23. Fear(s)

Heights, drowning, spiders, super dark streets and rooms, not being good enough

24. Height

5′5″ respectfully

25. Role model

It’s changed through the various stages of my life. Rn tho a few of my Christian online friends

26. Idol(s)

I mean I stan Brian David Gilbert, but I don’t idolize him lol

27. Things I hate

Cheesecake, sickly sweet stuff, when someone grabs the receipt out of the printer even though it’s way more effort for them to do so than for me just to hand it to them and it throws me off of my rhythm, fudge

28. I’ll love you if…

You exist (and even not then because fictional characters just hit different lol)

29. Favorite film(s)

Tangled, Ella Enchanted, Enchanted, Howls Moving Castle, Princess, and the Pauper

30. Favorite tv show(s)

Brooklynn 99, Parks and Recreation, Ouran High School Host Club, My Hero Academia, and Bojack Horseman (I’m going through a phase with it rn lol)

31. 3 random facts

Blue is my favorite color, I own almost nothing in blue, people are better at identifying members of their own race better than members of other races.

32. Are your friends mainly girls or guys?

Girls- they’re easier to talk to and approach. Tho I stan and love my guy friends. They are kings.

33. Something you want to learn

Everything? Idk I have an insatiable desire to learn and it switches. Consistently, I want to learn how to make my own clothes, play either piano, guitar, or violin, and detail cars.

34. Most embarrassing moment

Uggg I’m not talking about it and neither is @calligraphywitch

35. Favorite subject

I really enjoyed Statistics as much as I have hated it. My all-time favorite class I have ever taken tho was AP US Literature

36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?

Graduate grad school, get married, travel overseas

37. Favorite actor/actress

uhhh probably Chris Pratt or anyone who was on Parks and Recreation. Tho Broadway actors, I love Christian Borle

38. Favorite comedian(s)

John Mulaney

39. Favorite sport(s)

I miss playing softball and volleyball so prolly those

40. Favorite memory

There are too many to count. But usually, involve good conversations under the stars after 2 AM.

41. Relationship status

Have a picrew of my sister and me. Keep scrolling and mind ya business (jk ily anon)

42. Favorite book(s)

The Bible lol but fictional book wise, I will always love the Warrior Cats series. Red Queen was pretty lit. The Hourglass Door gave me a love for time travel aus lol. And Library Wars is near and dear to my heart.

43. Favorite song ever

You can’t ask me thisssss

Idk Hope is what we crave by For King and Country

44. Age you get mistaken for

24-30 it depends on the context

45. How you found out about your idol

@calligraphywitch

46. What my last text message says

No xD not disney

47. Turn-ons

When you have a musical playing and the end of one song is the start of another so they bleed into each other. CHILLS or when a line of poetry just expresses how someone feels. OR when different parts harmonize just right

48. Turn-offs

When my computer deletes my homework right before it’s done

49. Where I want to be right now

In a little cabin in the woods

50. Favorite picture of your idol

51. Starsign

Scorpio

52. Something I’m talented at

Reading peoples emotions

53. 5 things that make me happy

Music, Friends, Deep Conversations, Hugs, and God

54. Something that's worrying me at the moment

So much to do so much to see

55. Tumblr friends

Friends and mutuals include:

@calligraphywitch @an-assortment-of-forks @repentance-brings-healing @synthetic-blanket-hairs @loneallegiance @boywiththewand @knightof-cups @a-lil-strawberry @linkedwolf @indygo @obnoxioushair

There’s plenty more than that and I love you all ^^

56. Favorite food(s)

Tacos, Crab Ragoons, Salty Foods, RICE

57. Favorite animal(s)

Wolves and cats

58. Description of my best friend

Artistic, beautiful, supportive, hardworking. She is hilarious and an amazing person. There’s so much to the many reasons I love her I just can’t do it in words

59. Why I joined tumblr

Back in the 7th grade, my friends all had one and helped set me up with one. And that’s that.

60. Ask me anything you want

You want nothing ig lol if you want to submit one I can answer it still

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royaljeongin · 6 years

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back2u

back2u (one shot)

pairing : taeyong x reader

genre: fluff, rivals!au, (ish) enemies to lovers!au, fake dating!au

word count: 3k words

summary: “i’m always coming back 2 u.” or when taeyong, your enemy and you go through fake dating while trying to not cut each other’s head.

a/n: dramatic twist at the end, it’s been literally a year since ive written so this is rusty.

your heart beat when the teacher announced your name. you got up from your seat to take the corrected exam. you snatched it away from the teacher a bit harshly but you uttered a light sorry before you paid attention to your copy.

your heart dropped when you saw your grade and was worried you couldn’t come first this time. you went back to your seat and the brown-haired boy next to you eagerly asked for your grade.

that was lee taeyong.

from as long as you can remember, you guys were always ennemies. a series of events turned both of you from best friends to enemies and rivals. it was either you or taeyong who ranked 1st. and both of you despised the idea of getting 2nd. he was able to have every girl’s heart at the snap of his fingers (except yours) maybe because of his outrageously good looks or maybe because of his likeable personality. either way, you didn’t see where his hype was coming from.

“i got 99 percent,” you silently muttered trying to not make eye contact.

“haha loser, i got 99.5 percent!” he proudly said with his annoying smirk. you rolled your eyes.

“fuck off!”

“maybe next time, you will be able to beat me, my dear,” he boasted before someone interrupted him. it was again one of the girls.

it’s been weeks since she’s been trying to get closer to taeyong and has been constantly pestering him. you looked at him, his eyes didn’t have the same sparkle as before; clear annoyance showed all over his face.

you then observed her, she was pretty but her whole aura felt off as she was glaring at you for no reason. you usually gave her a ‘are you serious?’ look as you thought she could do better but today, you thought that they were perfect for each other. two assholes always make a good couple.

school ended and you were in the study room like most students. it was past nine now and you were copying your notes you took that day. you heard footsteps approaching and then, the presence of a boy and you looked up.

“what are you doing here?”

“i just want to discuss something,” he declared while taking out the chair beside him to be able to be next to you. “date me.”

you spat your water on him. you were too shocked. in normal situation, he would’ve yelled at you but he really wanted this so he kept his composure.

“asshole! not real, just fake dating is enough.”

“why would i accept?” you questioned.

he said that the girls that were chasing him were annoying and he had enough. he thought that perhaps, having a girl would make them back off and leave him alone.

“what do i gain from this?”

he smirked while crossing his arms and now comfortably seated with his legs crossed. his eyes had fire burning with confidence.

“money.”

you rolled your eyes. he knew you way too well and you hated to admit it, but money was your weakness. you don’t believe that it brings people happiness but you sure knew that many of your problems surrounded around that. it didn’t seem that bad, accepting money from probably the richest boy at your school seemed very appealing.

“come on, i know you are having difficulties right now. i’ll help you with that. i’m only asking you for one month.”

you looked at his trainers, a pair of white sneakers with classic roses embroidered followed by the green and red stripes from gucci. you bit your lips. you weren’t particularly jealous per say, nevertheless you were curious how life would be when you had all of the money of the world.

“you fix my money problems and you buy me shoes. deal?”

he nodded his head. spending a couple thousands dollars for something beneficial wasn’t bothering him.

“sure bye, i’m going home. i already finished studying unlike you.” he playfully stuck his tongue out as he was leaving the room.

you were woken up by the repetitive sound of an alarm. irritated, you quickly reached your phone that was on the nightstand next to you to turn it off. you blinked once or twice before checking the time.

you sighed. today, you were dreading to go to school because of that goddamn oral. even though you practiced more than necessary, you couldn’t help but feel anxious. speaking to a crowd was definitely not your forté.

you finished getting ready as you take out a toasted bread with peanut butter spread on top. you zipped up your coat and carried your backpack. when you got out of the building, the harsh air hit your face.

“you think you’re in some kind of anime?”

you easily recognized this voice.

“fuck off, why are you here stalker.” it was an understatement to say that you were irritated, you liked being left alone in the morning.

“picking my girlfriend up so that we can go to school together dumbass.”

“how do you know where i live?”

“i used to go here all the time come on.”

your heart ached a little bit. he used to be your best friend when you were kids. hell, he was even your first kiss, back in eight grade, but when the whole school knew you were apparently a bad kisser, you hated him ever since. it hurt to admit it, but the moment held a special moment and he was a really good kisser. you wouldn’t have asked for anyone else to be your first kiss.

shocked was an understatement when the majority of your grade saw both of you this morning entering school while holding hands. the rivalry you both had was so legendary that no one would have ever imagined that taeyong and you would be dating.

“so you guys are really a thing now?” asked joohyun, your friend.

you wondered if you should tell the truth but you confirmed that you guys were indeed a thing. joohyun clearly didn’t buy it but you couldn’t explain further as the bell rang. you bid your goodbyes and joined your respective classes.

the red-haired boy was saving you the seat besides him. he really was going for it. you felt obliged to join him. classes started. as you were taking notes, you felt a poke on your shoulder. taeyong was giving you a note.

‘meet me at the bleachers during lunch. -ty’

“people aren’t buying it that we are dating,” you implored trying to start a conversation. he has been looking at you for the past ten minutes and hasn’t yet said anything.

he grinned.

“what kind of stupid idea you have again?”

he finally started speaking. “well there’s a reason why i wanted you at the field’s bleachers. there are always a ton people. guys practicing and girls watching them and hoping that they would get noticed by those douche.”

“as if you aren’t one of those douche,” you muttered under your breath.

“did you say something?” you shook your head in denial. you did not want to argue with him today.

“let’s make it believable then. let me kiss you.”

your eyes widened. it was a sudden proposition and kissing wasn’t part of the whole fake dating scheme.

“are you sure you want to do this?” you asked awkwardly.

“i don’t care.”

you took a deep breath as you nodded your head. he was leaning in and your heart was pounding. you hoped that he wouldn’t hear it. you closed your eyes while the temperature of your cheeks was raising. then you felt it. the plump lips on yours. it sure felt good. he even got better than the first time. he then pulled away. he had a smirk on his face as he felt everyone’s gaze even though you did see a slight blush but maybe your imagination was going crazy.

it wasn’t uncommon to see taeyong make out with someone at a party but kiss someone on school grounds?

that was unthinkable. you heard from others that he always ended up breaking people’s heart because ‘he didn’t do relationships.’ every girl thought that maybe they would be the one to change his attitude but it was you. the last girl he could possibly end up with.

as two weeks passed have passed, taeyong and you spent a lot of times together. you always studied together. even though insults were still thrown at each other, it felt a more playful now. you also went on two dates so that he could take pictures and post pics of you both on his instagram. you were even his lockscreen now and vice versa.

taeyong was holding your drinks right now. he always had the orginial milk tea with grass jelly, 80% sugar with 50% ice and you also had the original milk tea but with tapioca bubbles, 50% sugar with 50% ice.

you both sat down and you started drinking your bubble tea.

“y/n?”

“hm?”

“why haven’t you had any boyfriend since like forever.”

“i could ask the same question for you.”

“just answer please.”

you quietly thought before answering.

“i think it’s because i am scared of love. you know? feelings are scary. plus, nobody has asked me out anyways. and you? why haven’t you gotten any serious girlfriends?”

“you would laugh your ass off because my answer is the same as yours. except, people always ask me out.”

“how does it feel to be needed? isn’t it special?”

“i guess it was nice at first but they don’t really need you, they like the idea of you or the things you have. that’s way i broke up with my ex. i heard her and her friends say that they liked my money so yeah i am scared of commitment.”

taeyong had an ex, they were seriously dating for 8 months during junior year. he definitely had his heart crushed to small pieces but he got over it with hookups, always no strings attached.

it was now the fourth week, you didn’t talk to him. to be frank, you have been avoiding him, avoiding his eye contacts, his phone calls and his texts. at first, taeyong was wondering why but then, it seemed like he didn’t care anymore. you did all of that because you may have realized that you had feelings for him for a very long time and you were terribly scared.

it was one of those sleepless nights where students studied their asses off, trying to cram as much knowledge as possible. you still studied with taeyong but he is a lot more productive than you so he finished earlier. he even proposed to wait for you so that he could walk you home. you insisted that you didn’t need to because you didn’t want to waste his time and you aren’t ready to confront your feelings yet. he didn’t push it so he left. 20 minutes later, you were finished revising your aesthetically pleasing rewritten notes. you packed your back and turned off the lamp on your study table.

you were on your phone while leaving the room. someone bumped onto your shoulder, almost making your phone almost fall off but you caught it at the right time. you let out a sorry and bowed.

“it’s fine.”

you looked up as the sound of his voice was familiar. it was jung yoonoh more commonly known as jaehyun. he was one of your childhood best friends along with taeyong. they were both still friends but jaehyun and you had drifted away because of different interests. it didn’t take a long time before the long conversations only turned into hi in the hallway.

“oh hi jaehyun!”

“hello! how have you been?” he said smiling.

“i have been doing good, my grades are still good.”

“come on, i don’t care about your studies, i wanted to know more about you and taeyong! it seems both of you haven’t killed each other yet.”

you shrugged.

“i guess he isn’t that annoying,” you mumbled.

“taeyong seems to be quite fond of you.”

your heart skipped a beat, it always did when someone said his name.

“i guess he’s starting to fall for you!” he winked. he probably knew about the whole fake dating trope. they would know each other’s secrets without needing to say it.

“don’t lie.”

“i am not y/n, the way he always looked at you. i really don’t know how you guys became enemies overnight.”

“i don’t know he is irritating! i hate everything about him.” you indeed hated his insanely good looks. you hated his sharp jawline when he turned his head to the side. you hated the eyebrow slit that suit him so much. you hated the small scar besides his eye that made him even more special. you hated the way he playfully smiled at you during classes. you hated his habit of ruffling your hair while you were studying. you hated when he genuinely laughed at your dumb jokes because it clenched your heart knowing that all of your interactions were put up for an act.

“sure jan.”

you quickly bid goodbyes and left. the night streets felt extremely lonely. your hands were shaking from the extreme cold. on your way home, you felt a presence behind you, but you were terrified of seeing who was behind you. you were probably overreacting -that’s what you told yourself- but your gut feeling felt like something wasn’t quite right in the atmosphere.

then, someone grabbed your arm and put a hand on your mouth. making you unable to scream for help. you kicked his leg, the person winced in pain and let go of you. you ran but he quickly caught up as you weren’t exactly usain bolt. something hit your head and everything was black.

you woke up attached to a chair, duct tape on your mouth. there was an old table with a clock in front of you. too far to reach it but close enough to read the time.

“12:54am”

you felt relieved as your parents wouldn’t be worried because both of them have night shifts. you looked around and found yourself in a dirty huge and abandoned warehouse. plenty of bodyguards were there. it felt so surreal, like a movie. rich people really do live in another universe. a middle-aged man got closer to you to remove the duct tape.

“it’s no use to scream, there is no one.”

panicked, you asked him what did he want.

“i want a part of your boyfriend’s money.”

“he is not my boyfriend. he won’t come.” you tried coming off as confident but your voice was shaking.

“oh, he will my dear. you woke up at the right time, five minutes ago, i sent him a picture of you all tied up on this chair. i threatened him with you in exchange i will get money. what he doesn’t know yet is that he might be killed and he’s threatening to kill me but what can this boy do.”

“who the fuck are you?”

“let’s just say his parents made me go bankrupt, thank god i had leftover money in the black market but they made me lose everything. so i planned a revenge!”

you felt your phone ringing in your coat’s pocket. the man pulled it out and made you look who was calling you.

my soft taeyong

your eyes widened. “let me talk to him, i beg you!”

he put the call on speaker. you were desperately trying to free yourself from that chair.

“are you okay?” he sounded really worried.

“taeyong!” you screamed to him. “can you hear me? listen, please don’t come and save me.” you choked up your tears.

“just hold on y/n. i am coming whether you want it or not.”

“oh and y/n?”

“y-yeah?”

“i am gonna tell you when i come, please hold on there.”

“n-” and before you could even finish your sentence, the man hung up. you felt extremely stressed and were hoping that taeyong wouldn’t come. you did not want to lose him. not today.

a dozen of minutes passed. he was there. you couldn’t hold back your tears now. you couldn’t believe his dumb ass was standing at the entrance of the warehouse. the man smiled and taeyong was tense. you could tell that he was scared and yet confident.

the moment he was going to give the briefcase. the police siren could be heard clear and loudly. a swat team barged into the warehouse. it did not take long for the man and his crew to chicken out. the police cut the ropes and you ran towards taeyong.

you legs were now around his waist and your arms around his necks. your lips on his. it tasted sweet and salty from your tears and his honey lip balm. you were still shaking but you immediately found a sense of security while holding him.

when the kiss ended, you asked him.

“taeyong, what did you want to tell me?” the lights made his beautiful eyes shine.

“i love you y/n for the past i don’t know, ten years probably? i never understood why you hated me. i never did.”

“taeyong, you said i was a bad kisser and it was my first kiss and it was special for me. i don’t know, i hated you since then, probably because i felt like it didn’t mean shit to you.”

“it was my first kiss too and let me tell you, it was magical. since then, i always think of you and how i always come back to you. maybe that’s why i said that, i was afraid that you would actually like me, i am scared of love but now i don’t anymore. so let’s date, for real this time?”

you smiled and gave him a small peck. he whispered in your ears.

“come on, it’s 1:27 am, let’s go home.”

#taeyong #lee taeyong #nct #nct u #nct 127 #nct imagines #taeyong scenarios #taeyong imagines #taeyong x reader #taeyong x you #nct scenarios #nct oneshot #taeyong oneshot

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trickormemes · 7 years

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Westworld starter sentences

season 1, episode 3 — “The Stray” 99 starters feel free to change gender pronouns ‘read-more’ added for length content warning: cussing, sexual themes, violence [other episode: 1 - 2]

“And you haven’t told anyone of our conversations?”

“You told me not to.”

“I brought you a gift.”

“I used to read this story to my son at night. I thought you might enjoy it.”

“I guess people like to read about the things they want the most and experience the least.”

“Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different.”

“Who in the world am I?”

“Why don’t we reacquaint ourselves, _____? Start at the beginning.”

“Oh, I bet you’re juicy as a freshwater clam.”

“Nice shot, amigo. You got grit.”

“Sure I can’t tempt you inside? Just to express my gratitude.”

“I thought you said we couldn’t get shot.”

“Yeah, well, we can’t get killed. Wouldn’t be much of a game if they can’t shoot back.”

“But how do you feel, hmm? Alive? A little tight in the pants?”

“Come on, let’s go put some memories in that spank bank.”

“I’m waiting for the good stuff.”

“Then stay here. I want a little adventure.”

“I’ve been looking for you.”

“I got a late start this morning. Didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Well, I can’t tell you what I don’t know.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

“And if there is a problem, I strongly suggest you tell me.”

“Don’t you talk to me that way.”

“I’m gonna get you this time.”

“Do something that’s actually in your job description.”

“Lost another one, huh?”

“Is he dead?”

“Why are we gonna handcuff a dead man?”

“Do you mind waiting on that drink a bit?”

“You gonna tell me where you been?”

“You know if I could stay right here with you, I would.”

“What if I don’t wanna stay here?”

“It’s just sometimes I feel like the world out there is calling me, whispering, “There’s something more.””

“You’ve travelled all over these parts. Isn’t there anywhere we could go?”

“They say the water’s so pure there, it’ll wash the past clean off you. And you can start again.”

“I’d like to go there with you.”

“You said someday. Not today or tomorrow or next week. Just someday. “Someday” sounds a lot like the thing people say when they actually mean “never.””

“Let’s not go someday, _____. Let’s go now.”

“Before I met you, _____, I was a different man. And I got some reckoning to do before I can deserve a woman like you.”

“I’m close to making things right.”

“And someday soon, we will have the life we’ve both been dreaming of.”

“Now, I best get you home before your dad starts loading that shotgun.”

“The coward dies a thousand deaths. The valiant taste of death but once.”

“There’s a girl—_____. Better than I deserve.”

“Tell me, has it never occurred to you to run off with her?”

“Yeah, of course I remember _____. You look upon the face of true evil, you ain’t likely to forget.”

“You might get the draw on me, you might not, but I’d say your odds ain’t looking good.”

“I told you I wanted something easy.”

“Some hands weren’t meant to pull a trigger. Perhaps it’s for the best.”

“_____, we got another bounty. I think this is a big one.”

“_____’s a pestilence.”

“You have to leave again, don’t you?”

“Promise me you’ll come back.”

“I’m gonna come back for you… someday soon.”

“I got a pit in my stomach the size of a sow’s tit.”

“You spend more time on your back than a hooker in heat.”

“He’s not a man, but he’s not the devil either. The devil can’t be killed. That’s exactly what I aim to do to _____.”

“I didn’t sign up for this crazy shit.”

“There’s too many of them for us.”

“I’m not backing out now.”

“Keep staring. Maybe it’ll tell you your horoscope.”

“It’s a tricky thing—weaving the old into the new.”

“I thought we had agreed to put these questions to rest, _____.”

“I’m not sure you’ve told me the entire truth about this situation.”

“When the legend becomes facts, you print the legend.”

“It used to annoy me—how difficult it was to reach you. You were always so busy.”

“I suppose I’m glad for you. At least you have a way of forgetting.”

“I don’t forget. It’s always there.”

“Sometimes it… still feels unreal to me.”

“There are some mornings when I first wake up… for a spilt second I forget where I am, when I am… and I reach over, half expecting to… find him there next to me…”

“Remember how he used to sleep? Like he was doing kung fu in his dreams?”

“Oh, these talks… I don’t know if they help or hurt.”

“Do you ever wish you could forget?”

“This pain… It’s all I have left of him.”

“See? This is why I hide behind sarcasm.”

“_____’s men could be anywhere. If you see or hear anything, don’t hesitate. Shoot and don’t stop shooting.”

“Now! Go! I’ll hold them off as long as I can.”

“Come on, damnit, I’m not afraid of you.”

“I need your help, _____. I need to decide what to do with you. I think I made a mistake.”

“Is there something wrong with me?”

“But this place you live in, it’s a terrible place for you.”

“Are you saying I’ve changed?”

“I’m sorry. I’m trying, but I still don’t understand.”

“There aren’t two versions of me. There’s only one. And I think when I discover who I am, I’ll be free.”

“What prompted that response?”

“Have I done something wrong? Made a mistake?”

“Let’s see where this path leads.”

“In truth, if there is a merciful god, then those men are dead already.”

“Oh, all alone after sundown. Who’s gonna protect you now, hmm?”

“No one here to interrupt us this time.”

“Kill him.”

“Hey! Get back here.”

“You might wanna look at the stars at this part.”

“_____, get out of there!”

“Get the fuck away.”

“Jesus, I can’t believe I let you talk me into this shit.”

“Did you hear that?”

“Thank fuck. Anything to relieve the boredom.”

“Hey, maybe you’ll even get to use that thing again.”

#rp meme #roleplay meme #rp sentence starters #ask meme #inbox meme #sentence starters #westworld #*mine

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cabeswaterlovesthem · 7 years

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Vancouver Crowd

I don’t know if anybody else has headcanons for these boys but I have noticed a lack of them. So here are some bits I’ve written up for each of the boys of the Litchfield House please feel free to add on to these! I used what little info we had about them from the books to form some bullets.

HENRY BROADWAY AKA CHENG2

Known as Cheng2 not because we was the second Cheng, but rather the second Henry. He sort of embraces this though because him and Henry have been best friends since private primary school and have been attached at the hip for years.

Cheng2 was always the shy one which is how he ended up being the 2. He didn’t really like to let anybody get too close to him and prefers to have only a few close friends over a big group.

But the reserved side of Cheng2 ceased to exist when he started at Agliony. Henry managed to form a group around him that made Cheng2 feel comfortable and included. Soon, his louder side was coming out.

One of the things about being the shy guy was that he spent a lot of time not really talking to anyone so, because of it, when he does open his mouth, usually it’s to say something unbelievably stupid like “Holy fuck, we got girls?” but yah know.

He’s a fucking economics wiz and plans on majoring it. He’s pretty much Ivy League bound which is fine by him. He doesn’t know what getting burnt out feels like. He works incredibly hard for his good grades and hasn’t found that they have come easy to him like some of his other friends. But he lives for success. He has goals and he’s going to achieve them and nobody is going to stop him.

That’s probably because he’s constantly drinking a red bull to stay up studying until 4am and then smoking a bowl to fall asleep. The other perk of being The Shy Guy at school is that nobody knows when you show up high to class. He’s taken advantage of this fact multiple times.

RYANG (WOO?)

Ryang (aka Mrs. Woo’s nephew) is a piece of fucking work my guys let me tell you.

Ryang is always pissed about something happening in the world and has to do something about it. If there’s a charity drive happening at Aglionby you can imagine he is behind it.

There are about 20 cats roaming around Litchfield House and they’re all there because Ryang saved them from a kill shelter two summers ago. They all have names after famous activists (although one is named Beyonce after a long winded argument with Henry in which Henry sorted every good thing Beyonce has ever done for the world) and they all have collars.

Ryang can often be found sleeping in a bed with five cats because all his anger exhausts him so much that he needs to take a lot of naps. This is extremely frustrating to Koh who likes to cuddle but is slightly allergic to cats and all the hair that collects in Ryang’s bed is just too much.

He drives a motorcycle and has his own custom helmet made that Koh designed for him. Did I get to the part where they’re both in love with each other but won’t admit it? Maybe that’s a story for a different night.

One time Ryang tied himself to a tree on Aglionby’s campus to save it and all the Vancouver boys rallied enough support around him that the tree stayed and the plans for a new media center were moved to another location on campus.

His favorite kind of music is classic rock and, no offense to Henry, but he can’t stand pop. He only tolerates it when he’s drinking with the guys. He also lightens up a bit when he’s drinking and is often the one to initiate weird games.

But otherwise, he’s generally standoffish but Koh softens his edges a lot. He doesn’t mean to be standoffish, but he’s staunch in his opinions and demands his peers learn to be better. It comes from years of dealing with privileged white boys in his classes.

Him and Cheng2 often have heated discussions about policy and the latest United Nations topics.

KOH

Koh is almost the opposite of Ryang. He’s a ball of energy who is actually quite liked by everybody. He is on the student government at Aglionby because of his generally positive attitude and friendly nature.

He’s acquaintances with pretty much everybody at school and has a way of making everybody feel included.

Probably because he’s a team player from being a fricken soccer star. It’s insane how good he is. He works out for it but most of it is absolutely natural skill and when he’s not at Litchfield he’s probably on the pitch.

Koh is crazy smart but he couldn’t give half a shit about half his classes. His interests include the finer things in life like golfing on the weekend and drinking fancy drinks at a club house. He’s a little flippant with his money which drives Ryang fucking nuts sometimes but he always shuts him up by showing up to every single one of Ryang’s fundraisers- even if they do start at ass o’clock in the morning.

His grades are good but he really doesn’t try and honestly? High school is a bust. He already has plans to go to business school and take over the family’s pharmaceutical company (but hopefully only after he plays in the premier leagues for a bit).

There is one class that he tries in and it’s music. He sort of loves mixing records together and will often steal the speakers away during parties to control the music. He doesn’t really think he can pursue it, but the boys have been really encouraging him to not give it up. Secretly Koh wants to be encouraged….

As much as him and Ryang are polar opposites in a lot of ways (he’s materialistic where Ryang is minimalist) their heated debates are usually dripping with tension. And when Ryang sneaks downstairs into Koh’s cat-free room to sleep, they don’t talk about it in the morning.

(To be perfectly honest, the book wasn’t clear about whether or not SickSteve, Logan, or Lee-Squared live at Litchfield but I don’t care for the sake of this headcanon. They live there now. Welcome home, boys.)

SICKSTEVE

Bruh, you know what you have to do to get a nickname like that? A lot of sick shit that’s what.

SickSteve is the epitome of awesome and has the wildest stories. Like one time he went to the Vatican and puked in the holy water because he was too hungover.

And another time he skateboarded off a roof into a pool and broke his arm.

Literally there isn’t a weekend that Steve doesn’t have a story for on Monday morning. And it isn’t like he’s trying hard to do shit- it’s just his nature to be wild.

He owns a BMW but it’s his third one so far because he keeps finding ways to fucking total them by accident trying to do donuts too close to a building or some shit. It’s literally insane.

The crazy thing is he’s so calm and nonchalant about it all. Like you would not at all guess by his demeanor at school that he’s such a crazy guy, but the minute he starts telling you a story your jaw can’t not hit the ground in shock.

And he’s always somehow convincing the guys to pull stupid shit with him. He’s crazy persuasive about it and thanks to him most of the other guys’ lives have gotten a lot more fun. He’s the reason for their toga parties 99% of the time because they just want to see what will happen after he takes a few shots and a hit of weed.

But perhaps the wildest thing about Steve is that he is the biggest movie buff any of them have ever met and can quote over a hundred movies from start to finish. It would be annoying if Steve didn’t turn the volume down and improv half the time. He’s just got this good humor about him that everybody likes to be around but will shrug when you tell him he’s funny.

LOGAN RUTHERFORD

He’s basically their classic fuckboy who they constantly rag on for having a white boy name.

Logan is the resident lax bro of the house due to the fact that 1. he does play lax and 2. he’s actually that obnoxious about it.

He wears bro tanks and backwards hats and spends a ton of time at the gym. Protein shakes are pretty much his staple and he tries to convince the whole house to get into shape to no avail. So instead, they dedicated one cabinet to all his health food junk and tell him they weren’t going to touch it anyways.

He’s the beer pong champion of the house and likes to brag about it a lot. He’s also the one who supplies most of the alcohol as his family lives in town and his brother is attending college nearby.

His family is old money which is weird for their little group. Nobody knows the backstory though because Logan doesn’t get along with his father. His parents are divorced and he was raised by his mother and step father instead. Thankfully the divorce settlement was insane so his mother made out like a bandit. Which Logan thinks is karma because his father is a dick.

He gets pretty terrible grades in school because he’s more focused on sports and it pisses his dad off when he sends his report card.

He seems like he doesn’t quite fit in with the rest of them, but the truth is that Logan has a really big heart, he just keeps it on lockdown. He had a tough time growing up that he doesn’t talk about a lot but has opened up to his friends about. Because of that, they put up with his bro bullshit for the guy who would drop absolutely anything to be there for them if they asked.

More than once he’s been the friend they’ve called at 4am to come pick them up or the one they’ve gone to crying after a really bad day. He’s a good listener and a great hugger and knows how to make things better with a smile and some froyo.

LEE-SQUARED

He’s known as “Lee-Squared” because he has a twin sister (who Cheng2 has a huge fucking crush on which drives Lee-Squared absolutely nuts).

Lee is actually his last name but he prefers to be called that anyways so it works out.

He’s incredibly insanely close to his family and it’s hard to be away from them during the school year. He’s from California and fucking hates the east coast winters to be honest.

He’s got the west coast sort of attitude too. Super laid back. Absolutely surfs in the summer. Is cold 99% of the time and is always turning the heat up and driving the house nuts. Smokes a shit ton of weed with Cheng2.

Generally he’s pretty quiet, even when he drinks. He’s big on observing and people watching over participating in events.

He’s the only one who will eat Logan’s healthy meals and goes running with him sometimes.

Lee-Squared is also a huge fucking nerd who loves reading and writing and psychology and anything that involves personal connection. He’s taken up yoga and mediating and is always looking for ways to find his calm.

The reason why is because while his exterior is calm, his mind is usually moving a mile a minute. He’s got pretty bad internal anxiety but he doesn’t like to talk about it a lot. He’s pretty self deprecating and second guesses himself a lot. Him and Logan talk about it sometimes and the runs with Logan sometimes help him turn his brain off for awhile.

Him and Logan become even closer after sharing their backgrounds and really support and love the heck out of each other. They don’t externally appear soft ever, but truly they are.

Anyways, all the Vancouver boys are good good boys who I love and adore thanks for listening!

Edit: I worked really hard on these and did as much research as I could but I may have missed things from the book so feel free to point them out and I will add them! Like someone mentioned Koh was on the soccer time so I have since amended my headcanon. So as a general disclaimer, I tried my best here but do not be afraid to be like, “Hey, actually, this makes more sense based on their character!”

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