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ambrosiagoldfish · 3 months

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Lucifer, Charlie, and alastor with a Kitsune reader ? :0

Hazbin Hotel x Kitsune! Reader

(Lucifer, Charlie, and Alastor)

Safe for all Audiences!

Warnings: None! Gn! Reader! Reader being a mischievous Little Kitsune, chaos ensues.

Request Box: Open

Word count: 1101

A/n: Hi! thank you for the request! This isn’t terribly long so I hopes that’s ok!

Now, I wasn’t entirely sure if you want this to be Romantic or Platonic so I kept it pretty vague so it could be interpreted as either! I hope that’s ok, if not just send another request and I’ll fix it!!

But either way I hope you enjoy it because i enjoyed writing it!! <3

Proofread once soooo… if there are any errors please ignore them/inform me 😭

Lucifer

When you first arrived in hell, he wasnt the most impressed by you. Not in a mean way or anything, just that he’s lived for a long time and has met a plethora of different types of beings so he’s pretty used to meeting interesting looking people.

But even he has to admit that he was intrigued with you. Your 9 well-groomed and lush tails that quietly followed you with every step and the fur of your fox ears looked soft to the touch. The thing that he seemed to notice most though was the whole eloquent aura you had with every movement you did. Smooth, almost tranquil.

You being a Kitsune did cause you to stir up a bit of… let's say trouble. Your fox nature of course caused you to have a personality that leaned a bit mischievously. You weren’t malicious by any means, you judt had a very… unique taste in humor and how you wish to spend your time. Pranks, stealing random objects that interest you, and going places that you probably should be. This gets you in trouble with many a folk but it’s really not something you can’t handle.

On one of these occasions. you took interest in his custom made duckys. First off, it was something new to you, 2nd, you had never seen someone be this interested in ducks as him, so when you randomly stumbled into the big man of hell’s workspace that’s filled to the brim of them, each with unique features and colorful designs, needless to say you were quite interested.

He was a bit embarrassed at first when you found it but seeing that you genuinely were into them he literally couldnt stop showing them off. Going into almost ecrusiating detail of each one's design choices. (This man is so autistic-coded. I love him so much)

He even made a custom one for you which he gave you when both met again. It was a basic duck design, except it had 9 tail feathers and wore fox ears that clearly mimicked your own, including your fur pattern. He then spent an hour going through each of its features with you. To say you were grateful would be an understatement.

“And if you pull this feather back… Bubbles! Oh-ho, and that's not all! If you take this and-”

Charlie

Definitely more impressed than her father would be. Of course she has been in hell literally all her life and has seen some weird, wacky, hot and cool people but it still doesnt not surprise her when she finds interesting people. When you first met her she was really interested in you, asking a bunch of questions and It was almost scary how enthusuatsic about it she got.

She then started talking about her brand new “Hazbin Hotel.” It was something to reform sinners so that they had a chance at redemption. Charlie seemed so excited to tell you about it that you honestly did have the heart to tell her that you didn’t exactly believe a soul could be redeemed.

Now depending on if you’re hellborn or a sinner, things can go a bit differently. If youre hellborn she’ll offer you a job at the hotel, well to say a job would be a lie, you didn’t really have 1 given task to do, you just helped out when needed. if you’re a sinner, you of course get to stay in a room at the hotel. Whether you actually go along and try to get better is up to you. It was a free place to sleep, so hey? Might as well. Either way though, Charlie always sees the good in people, hellborn or not. So she would obviously want to help you grow as a person even if you are hellborn.

The michevues aspects of your personality tends to cause some problems for the hotel at times. Fights happen, lessons have ended prematurely, and you may have accidentally caused a bar fight between Angel and Sir Pentious. It really was an accident, how was you supposed to know “borrowing” one of Pentious’ shiny tools would cause such a ruckus?

Charlie lectored you about taking others' stuff and made you apologize.

As much as Charlie doesn’t want to admit it (at least before episode 5) she’s a lot like her dad. That also expands to their likeness for your fur. She really can’t take her eyes away from it, it just looks so soft and neat… and soft… eventually you catch her staring at your tails and you just laugh and ask her if she wants to touch them.

“What!? Pfft, noooo, no no no. hehe…he…unless you’re offering…”

Alastor

Considering Alastor died in the 20’s I don’t think he knows what a Kitsune is exactly. Which is probably why he’s the most interesting in you at first glance (you could have also met when he first manifested in hell, which would only further his intrigue)

Either way, your personalities seemed to mesh well for the most part. You both stir up trouble wherever you go (Alastor a bit more… maliciously than you but still)

Whether you’re hellborn or a sinner is irrelevant to how he treats you, though he has tried making a deal with you every once and a while. You always decline but he thinks it’s always worth a shot to ask.

Alastor is aware of your devious behavior and knows the best way to handle it if it ever happens to come his way. He knows that you’re harmless and not a threat which is exactly why he has taken a liking to you. You’re someone who can only really help his cause and nothing bad can really come out of you being around.

Pranks though, are the one thing that Alastor can’t seem to sway you out of doing. He can’t even begin to count the amount of times he’s been at the front end of them. Of course he always sees through them and they’ve never once worked, but boy are you sure determined to one day get him.

This was one such case where you attempted to steal and hide his radio cane while he was asleep, only for him to sneak up shadow form and scare you half to double death

“You’re going to have to try harder than that to pull one past me, my, oh-so dear, exquisitely fluffy friend”

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abbyromanoff · 5 months

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BREAKING POINT

PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x autistic!reader

WORD COUNT: 1811

WARNINGS: fluff, angst, mentions of break ups, happy ending, R has autism, stressful moments, think that’s all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

Nat’s footsteps seemed to be blocked from your ears, your mouths constant quivering being the only of the five senses that could work. You couldn’t stop picking the skin at your nails, causing blood to slowly arise from the flesh. And your fists continued to squeeze the sheets beneath you, but none of this seemed to register through your mind. No, the only recurring thought was the worry, the same worry you had been desperately trying to rid yourself of. After multiple months of therapy, psychiatry, medication, none of it worked. The only person who could help wasn’t you, it was the girl who chose you; your girlfriend.

She was your best friend, your keeper, and your lover. But she wasn’t here, not anymore. The large fight the two of you fell victim to seemed to cause your fall and the astronomical break-up. Nobody saw it coming, you two were a match made in heaven. But that didn’t seem to stop it from happening, and you found yourself desperately trying to fill the hole she left from only a week later. After the separation, Nat found herself arriving in the quinjet as she was forcibly given a mission with her heavy heart. She knew she could do it, but deep down she also knew she couldn’t; it felt like a constant battle between her sensibility and her idiotic nature.

But the entire time there was only one person on her mind: you. Not the enemies, not her teammates, not herself, but you. You always failed to leave her mind, even in times when it was not quite appropriate. She was determined to make it up to you some way or another, she knew she had to be with you again. She was hopeless without you, she didn’t know what to do with herself. But you always seemed to know, and that’s one thing she loved so dearly about you. Now that she was unable to sleep beside you, instead sleeping with the guilt of losing you, she felt lost.

“Y/N?” The voice startled you, your legs instinctively tightening against your chest for protection, your eyes only widening as you saw the woman you wished to see. But you were in her room, with her blankets, and the realization caused you to rush to your feet. You began fixing the bed but felt hands fall to your waist, causing your movements to falter before you quickly picked up from where you were.

“Y/N,” You sighed, and Nat’s frown deepened hearing the crack in your breath. She turned you effortlessly in her hold, her breathing turning ragged as she took in your expression. Your eyes were heavy from the tears and tiredness, your lip was bitten through and had dried drips of blood. Your smile was no longer visible, but she could see deep down how happy you were to be with her, you always failed to hide it.

“Look at me,” When you refused to complete her request, she spoke once more. “Please?” You sniffled before turning to look up at her, your eyes falling anywhere but in line with hers. That wasn’t unusual for you, but she still grew concerned.

“Can you tell me what’s going on?” You shrugged your shoulders, feeling as though weights were holding them down. You brought your head to the side again, but she tilted it back with a warm smile. She couldn’t truly smile seeing your saddened look, but she tried for you.

“I don’t know.” You weakly spoke, tears beginning to return to your drying cheeks as you felt your body growing in size. Your entire being felt so heavy, yet you weren’t. You were a normal, healthy size, but you felt as though you weighed ten tons.

“Do you want to sit down? Yeah, just sit, baby, you’re okay.” The nickname sent shivers down your spine, but you were unable to react, only leaning your head against her arms that found your shoulders.

“You don’t need to talk just yet, just breathe with me.” She drew circles on your skin as you watched her lips, your gaze constantly changing but she continued to praise your willingness to follow her directions. Moments later she was sat next to you, and she could tell you were now calmer than before.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You shrugged once again, and she chuckled softly. Her lips pressed onto your forehead, and her hand played with your hair while the other drew shapes across your thigh.

“Is it about us?” You shrugged.

“Is it about someone else?” You shrugged.

“Is it about work?” You shrugged.

“I just- I don’t know how to explain it.” Those were the first real words she heard you speak, and hearing your voice brought more relief than she imagined.

“Well, give it a shot and I can see if I understand.” You looked down at your fidgeting hands, a smile threatening to creep across your face as hers laid on top of yours.

“I had this really good plan, everything was all written down and memorized and I- I would’ve done everything and I would’ve been okay and I wouldn’t even have to spend time thinking about something else because I would be so busy. But then my alarm didn’t go off and I woke up late and I just felt so tired. I wanted to sleep and sleep and sleep but I knew I couldn’t, but I didn’t have any energy to get up! And then I went to grab a bowl and- and the dishes weren’t even done like I asked and my favorite cereal was gone so I didn’t know what to eat because I always eat that. And then I had training but there was this constant like, I don’t know, buzzing sound that was like a bug or something and no one but me could hear it, I felt crazy. And Steve just kept talking and talking and then I just snapped and started yelling at him, but I didn’t mean to! And I just ran out and I came in here because your blankets are really soft and they feel nicer than mine and I like to play with them but I realized I can’t be in your room once you came in and I freaked out, I didn’t know what to do.” You released a deep breath when meeting the end of your rant, your posture failing to land straight as you forced yourself not to sob. You were so close, you could feel your throat beginning to tighten, but you didn’t want to in front of Nat, not now.

“You’re always welcome in here, love.” She paused. “Can I ask you something?” You nodded, finding yourself unable to speak.

“That ‘something else’ you were trying to get your mind off of, what was it?” You continued to show a lack of response, and she could tell you weren’t going to.

“Was it me?” A small nod came from you after what felt like ages of waiting. She sighed, biting her lip and cursing to herself.

“I’m sorry, I- I know it’s not your fault-“

“No, it is. I’m so sorry, love, I’ve been so stressed lately and I didn’t know how to let it out, one thing about the Red Room is that they don’t teach you how to handle things well unless it involves fists. But that’s no excuse, I shouldn’t have taken it out on you or have let it ruin our relationship. I want to work on this, but first I want to take care of you, is that okay?” You agreed hesitantly, and she soon got to work. She knew you were too weak to bathe, so she planned to help you when you were more energized after resting. She led you to lay down on her bed, putting the blankets over you and grabbing a sweatshirt of hers. She helped you put it on before handing you the stuffed animal you loved so dearly. You had it since when you were a child, and it seemed to be your comfort on lonely and sad nights.

“Is it okay if I lay next to you?”

“Yes, please.” She giggled at your politeness and allowed herself to follow her steps. She asked Jarvis to turn down all lights and shades to create a dim room for you, you always loved having that darkness. The light often hurt your eyes and caused headaches, so she did as much as possible to belittle that.

“How about this: tomorrow afternoon, when we finish eating and training and getting in some work, we’ll take some time to help you work on an easier and less stressful schedule, yeah? And maybe we can ask your therapist if she’s willing to see the both of us for a few sessions, so we can work on anything that’s affecting our relationship. And I’ll be with you every step of the way, I promise.” She held out her pinky, causing you to instantly interlace yours with hers. She grinned, and you let your head rest on her shoulder as your arm went across her stomach. The plushie rested between you two as she left a kiss to its soft fur before kissing your lips in a slow, passionate manner.

“I’m sorry I can be a lot, Natty, I don’t mean to be.” Silence followed before the rustling of sheets was heard, causing you to lift your head while she looked down at you.

“You’re never too much for me, you’re just perfect.” You smiled softly in response.

“Nat?” She hummed, signaling for you to continue. “You’re perfect to me, too, you know.” Her lips turned upwards, and she felt her heartbeat rising as a blush ran to her face.

“I’m glad we can agree on that. Now go to bed, and when we wake up we can have a nice bath and maybe do some coloring?” It was more of a question than a statement, but she knew you’d say yes without a question.

“Can we also finish that documentary? Oh, and our puzzle! Or the Legos! And we can make cookies too, but they have to be chocolate chip.” She chuckled meaningfully, and her eyes began to close as her voice grew deeper as the tiredness from her mission began catching up to her.

“We can do whatever you want, sweetheart. Like I said, I’d do anything for you, even if it’s cookies and shows and puzzles and legos and coloring and baths.” She led on, causing your excitement to grow. You left a kiss on her cheek before bringing your body impossibly closer to her. Your warmth made her feel a sense of comfort that no one could describe as anything other than pure love.

“Sleep well, baby bear.”

“Sleep well, momma bear.”

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I would like to say before I receive any hate that I personally have autism myself and this is what I personally see as one of my struggles and I thought I’d write it

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my-autism-adhd-blog · 8 months

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From Autisticality’s post:

Whenever I hear someone say "I think I'm a little bit Autistic too" or "we are all a little bit Autistic at the end of the day", it really annoys me. Not just because it is massively untrue, but also because it diminishes everything we go through as Autistic people just to simply make it through our days.

And whilst I'm aware these aren't the criteria for being Autistic and are based on my personal experiences as an Autistic person with other factors at play (ADHD, depression, social anxiety etc), the post is mainly to make a point that we are not all a little bit Autistic because if we were then the world wouldn't treat Autistic people as poorly as it does.

Whether your intentions are kind to make it seem like the Autistic person is not alone, this phrase does nothing to make us feel better but instead is a slap in the face in my personal opinion.

Image description: "We are NOT all a 'little bit Autistic'

> Do you also physically and mentally dread leaving the house?

> Do you also have nightmares remembering what happened at school?

> Do you also get excluded just because you are ‘quiet’ or don’t speak?

> Do you also have to go to extreme efforts to prove you are struggling just to get any support?

> Do you also feel so alone and misunderstood that you sometimes wish you weren’t alive?

Think before you make comments that invalidate, minimise & diminish what a minority experiences."

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writerslittlelibrary · 12 days

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Can you dim the world...?

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summary: you go shopping with your mom but the store overwhelms you

pairing: Natasha x autistic daughter reader

warnings: autistic reader getting overstimulated at a grocery store

genre: fluff

words: 963

a/n: this is pretty much what I experience when I go to any big grocery store, and I wish I had Nat as my mom to help me :( (friendly reminder that this is how my autism works, so if it doesn’t relate to you then it doesn’t mean it’s inaccurate representation)

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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When Natasha had asked you whether or not you wanted to join her in going to the store, you had excitedly told her yes, wanting to spend time with her. However, now that you were standing in the grocery store you regretted that decision big time.

The drive towards the store had been fun. You and Natasha had been singing along to the new album of Taylor Swift, and Natasha had promised to get ice cream after the shopping had been done.

Once you got to the store, things hadn’t been that bad. Sure, the lights were a bit bright, and the people were a bit loud, but it wasn’t terrible.

You had started to zone out at the cheese section, waiting at the cart while Natasha picked a pack of sliced cheese. She had to get the right brand, otherwise it would taste different than what you liked, and Natasha knew you hated when things tasted different than what you were used to.

Natasha had thrown the packet of cheese into the cart, and while doing so she had checked her grocery list, giving you an instruction to go grab something.

You hadn’t heard her, too focused on the store workers standing at the sliced meat isle where they talked and laughed while restocking everything.

“Are you okay…?” you suddenly heard your mom say, snapping you out of your daydreaming.

You blinked a few times before looking at Natasha, nodding.

She looked at you sceptically, knowing that when you were nodding you were indeed not okay. You going mute was always the first thing to happen when you were getting overstimulated.

“We just have to get a few more things, okay baby? We’ll be quick,” your mom reassured you, making sure not to touch you, wanting to prevent you from getting overstimulated faster.

Once you were getting overwhelmed with sounds, you would start zoning out, staring at people around you or focusing on a single spot. Then you would get overstimulated by all the people around you, fiding all your surroundings too busy. Then, usually following that you would completely break down at everything that was touching you.

Natasha knew all your signs, knew every step that your spiralling would take.

She was quick to grab all the stuff that you guys came for, leaving you at the cart, not giving you any instructions nor really talking to you.

Once everything was paid for Natasha took the cart from you, loading everything up into the car while you went and sat down in it. She brought the cart back before sitting next to you, waiting a moment with starting the car.

“Would you like it to be quiet for a moment?” Natasha asked you, waiting patiently on your nod or head shake.

Once you nodded Natasha leaned back into her chair, turning slightly to grab something from the backseat. When she turned back she handed you your favourite drink and your comfort snack, allowing you two to sit in silence for a while.

After about 10 minutes, when you finished your snack and were slowly sipping your drink, you reached for the buttons in the car, pressing play on the song you were listening to before you two entered the store. Natasha smiled as she started the car, knowing you were calming down. She knew you were probably not going to speak for another couple of minutes, sometimes even hours, but she knew you weren’t getting overstimulated by your surroundings anymore.

“Would you still like to get ice cream, or do it tonight or tomorrow?” Natasha asked you, knowing that giving you the reassurance of getting the ice cream, no matter when, would allow you to choose whatever you were comfortable with.

You shook your head ‘no,’ letting Natasha know that you didn’t want to get ice cream right now.

She nodded and focused on the road again, taking a detour, knowing you would calm down from the driving in the car while listening to music. Natasha learned that very early on when she found out it was the only way to calm you down when you were throwing a tantrum as a kid. She now knew you never threw a tantrum to be annoying. You merely did it because you didn’t know how to express yourself and handle your own feelings.

Natasha glanced at you, sighing. She wished so deeply that she was able to understand you earlier in life. You had been such a difficult child, and it turned out that was only because no one understood you.

After driving for about an hour, Natasha pulled the car into the driveway, letting you sit in the car to process everything while she went and got all the groceries inside.

Once she returned, you had already opened your car door and you were now sitting with your legs outside of the car, zoned out. Your mom walked up to you, crouching down in front of you and placing her hand on your knee.

“I’ve already, put the water on, and I figured we could have some tea or hot chocolate and maybe draw for a bit?” Natasha asked you, waiting patiently for your nod. She knew you would never say no to that.

You two went inside where you found the drawing supplies already on the table. Natasha must have placed them on there while you were still in the car.

You two spent a nice, quiet evening. You hadn’t talked much, and neither had Natasha. You simply sat in silence, enjoying each other's comfort. You knew the world would most likely always be too much for you to handle, but you also knew that as long as your mama was around, she would always make the world a bit more bearable.

(I’m so sorry I suck at endings)

Hello lovelies. As you may have noticed I haven’t been posting as often as I usually do. I’ve been overwhelmed, tired with life and basically just downright depressed. At the moment I just feel like dying, so if you noticed the lack of fics you now know the reason. I will try to stay active, but I probably won’t post as often (or maybe I will, idk, I’m a very unpredictable person and my mood swings are insane)

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identitty-dickruption · 4 months

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#autism #autistic #polls

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comradekatara · 5 months

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i do feel kind of bad for the person who made that biggest bottles post because she was far from the only person who shipped makorra and was really pissed off, loudly, on the internet for months after the lok finale aired. i remember this due to the sheer schadenfreudic glee i used to feel scrolling through people’s rants about how makorra was supposed to be endgame and korrasami was just lazy pandering to seem progressive and wasn’t even established well, unlike makorra, who were clearly perfect for each other if you only ignored the majority of books 1, 2, 3, and 4, including their many fights, fundamental incompatibility as a couple, and their pretty final breakup at the end of book 2.

but people didn’t care about any of that as long as they finally saw the fire nation guy get the water tribe girl. i mean, admittedly, mako is like a slightly more sympathetic zuko (autistic and swagless) and korra is just a slightly more powerful katara, so if you’re into that, i can see the appeal. but at the time, i had no sympathy for makorra shippers, and assumed they all just didn’t get the obvious sublime beauty of korrasami because they were being homophobic and for no other possible reason, so i derived a lot of enjoyment through witnessing their melodramatic shippers' laments.

but we really dogpiled on this one woman in particular, huh? like, her post is a meme to people who have never even seen lok. and her greatest crime was simply liking a straight ship in a show that had never before implied that they knew what gay people are. even among korrasami fans, the percentage of people who genuinely expected it to actually happen onscreen were in the vast minority. nothing like this had ever happened before in a kids’ cartoon. it wasn’t even a decade ago, but 2014 was a vastly different time, and both avatar shows had been painfully heterosexual up until that point.

i expected makorra to happen in the finale, and resigned myself to that eventuality, despite not liking them as a couple. most of us did. so that post is such a beautiful thing specifically because it documents the excitement we all experienced upon witnessing this monumental paradigm shift wherein korrasami had suddenly happened. if you weren’t there, i cannot convey the sheer joy so many of us felt, and the bitter tears of people who really wanted heteronormativity affirmed for the millionth time only further enhanced the rich flavors of our victory soup.

but this woman had no way of knowing that korrasami would happen, and she wasn't actually being intentionally homophobic. her only real crime in this post was displaying questionable taste in ships. yes, of course, we all know that she doubled down hard on her stance after the finale, but if you were being harassed by thousands on the internet for an ultimately insubstantial reason, wouldn't you double down too?

we're only a year away from that post being a decade old. i'm sure she no longer cares about being harassed online back in 2014. but i nevertheless want to clarify something: when i look back on this post today, the joy it brings me is not the joy of schadenfreude, not any more. it is a joy of celebrating the wonder in the unexpected, the poignant affirmation in a beautiful surprise that paved the way for so many other lgbt characters in media. and whether or not she likes that this is how her post has been read over the years, i am celebrating with her, not against her. no one deserves to be subjected to such vindictive mockery for such a truly negligible reason. so i wish her all the best, the author of one of my favorite posts on the entire internet. and i am popping the BIGGEST bottles.

#truly cannot even begin to explain the impact korrasami had on my psyche a decade ago #i know that these days i barely talk about lok but at the time. OH BABY #forget the feudal lord handmaiden shit #i can dredge up lok discourse you’ve never even HEARD of #anyway. tumblr user avatarskorra you will always be famous

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venuscrashed · 10 months

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I lived the Miles x autistic reader fic. So I wanted to ask I you could write 42! Miles x Autistic male reader, who talks a lot, like always tell him about his special interest and one day, Miles had a rough time and he snaps at the reader for talking so much, and the reader just goes non-verbal.

Please and thank you

The angst. 😭

Also sorry that this is bad. I have not motivation.

Annoyance. That’s all Miles felt in that very moment. If he knew what would happen he would have never done it. He knew how you were but you just caught him at a bad time.

His uncle criticized him for making a mistake on a mission. It was stupid, he knew, but it still bothered him. He came home and you were laying there on his bed. The smile you gave him almost made everything better but you went straight to talking.

You went on about this one movie that’s coming out based off of your favorite book series. You talked about the cast and how you wished the cgi wasn’t going to be bad. Then you went into the lore of the book, what happened and how it did.

You noticed that Miles wasn’t really paying attention as he was walking around the room. His mood was different. You asked about it and he just snapped. “Why do you talk so much,” he yelled at you. “Can you shut up for one minute?”

He noticed how you stiffened. He was about to apologize, really he was but you ran out to much. He knew how much this movie means to you and he knew that you weren’t the problem. He felt so bad.

“Miles what happened?” His mother asked, “I heard what happened. Why did you yell at him?”

He sat down in his bed, his face in his hands. “I messed up. Real bad.”

His mother went and sat next to him, giving a comforting hand. “At least you realize that. Now go apologize to him. If you run you might make it to him.”

Miles looked up at his mom, “Thanks.”

Miles ran out of that apartment with all the speed he had left. He was jumping down the stairs, practically flying. He stopped once he saw you. “(Name)!” He grabbed ahold of your arm and turned you around.

“I’m sorry. I really am, I know how much that movie meant to you. And I want you to know that I’m not mad at you. You just got me at a bad time.”

He saw you staring at him, you were crying. He was hugging you and you felt how sorry he was. “How about we go see that movie the day it comes out?” He cleaned you face.

Something was different, you weren’t answering him. You avoided his eye contact and just left him. God he was an idiot.

He would have never had yelled if he knew you were going to go silent. Your parents explained to him how he was the problem, and he knew that. He was sorry.

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explorationsoftheid · 11 months

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Autism: A Senior Perspective

Recently there was a post on here where someone was saying how everyone automatically hates us because of our autism. How they may act nice to our face, but trash talk us once we’re out of earshot. How everyone will abuse, even kill us, because they can’t stand our autism. I replied that they were just wrong about that. That everyone doesn’t automatically hate us.

The more I thought about it though, the more I saw this was an opportunity for those of us who are older and are autistic, to share our perspectives, our experiences. I think it might help those who are young to know what we went through, how we coped, how our lives have turned out. Most importantly that it can get better.

I’ll start:

I’m 62 years old. Looking back with what I know now it’s clear that I was definitely autistic as a child. Today, my teachers would have pressed to get me tested, but in the 1970s, well autism wasn’t on anyones radar. I doubt my parents would have gone along with that anyway. They were the, “Straighten up and do what you’re supposed to”, and “Boys don’t cry” attitude so common of their generation. I had significant trouble with social interactions, I stuttered, and fought like hell to not melt down in loud and overwhelming situations. Public school was unfortunately full of those. I liked procedure and process, there was a right way and a wrong way to do things and I would get upset if someone broke ‘the rules’. I would obsess over particular subjects. Actually I drove some of my teachers nuts. They would give me a writing assignment and I would turn in a top quality report, but I would have somehow twisted what they wanted into what I wanted to write about.

High School was very confusing. People started dating and going to dances, and all that. I kept asking, only half as a joke if I had missed a class or something because it was all so strange to me. I went off to University and really did well there. My grades weren’t good, (I had to work well over full time to afford to stay in school) but I loved academia. The order, the quiet of the library, being able to study a subject that I was totally onto because I had chosen it as my major. The people I worked with, at all of my jobs, grew to understand my ‘quirks’ and were fine with them. I only wish I hadn’t had to work so much. My middling grades meant that by the time I graduated, I was mentally exhausted, and didn’t qualify for Grad School.

So, I got a job and had to move across the country. There I met someone who I have spent the succeeding 36 years with. They understand me, accept that sometimes I’m a bit odd. Sometimes I react badly to things. Sometimes I just have to say no, and they roll with that.

So I’m now approaching retirement. In the last few years I finally figured out that autism was the reason for all the trouble I’ve had over the years. I’m not lazy, or dumb, or anything like that, I’m autistic. I’m neurodivergent, and that’s the way it is. The worst time frankly was in my childhood and my teens. Since then I’ve learned how to deal with the world. I’ve found people who like me for me, people I don’t have to mask or put on an act around. I’ve found other autistic people and am not the only one anymore. I figured out what jobs suited my talents, and limitations (Retail? No! Computer Wizard or someone who makes things work in the background? Yes!) I’m approaching retirement and honestly things are going pretty well now.

So fellow Autistic Seniors, (That is to say anyone that thinks of themselves as older than most), what was your experience living your life as an autistic person? How have things turned out for you? What advice would you give to children or teens that are struggling to cope?

#autistic adult #autistic community #autism community #autism #autistic experiences #autistic #neurodivergent #autistic feels #actually autistic #autistic culture

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thefirstlioveyou · 4 months

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as an autistic person with a loving passion for stranger things, i wish i weren’t so ashamed of it 😭

i’ve been a fan for 7 years now. i have posters, figures, books and all that in my room. but if anyone brings it up in person, i just keep anything i want to say to myself. if i see anything in public related to it, i hold myself back from even looking at it when i know i want to. like it takes everything in me to stay away from it. i’ll keep eyeing it a million times but never even check it out.

i sometimes feel like.. the amount i like it is what’s embarrassing. i feel as if it’s a childish interest. literally a younger family member of mine had laughed that my computer wallpaper was st.

i went to horror nights last year with some friends and wanted to go to the st maze since it was probably gonna be the last time they ever do it. because of how embarrassed i was for my strong interest of the show, i just kept quiet about it and didn’t end up going. i’m still devastated to this day that i let my insecurity stop me from enjoying it

i don’t know if any other autistic person feels this way about their own interests though. i heard it’s a form of masking, but i just can’t seem to break out of it 😭

#autism #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #rambling

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purpleyoonn · 1 year

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The Line Between Love and War 8

C H A P T E R 8:

JAMES CORDEN AND THE CROSSWALK

“It is said that the night sky is made up of tiny wishes that humans were never able to fulfill. That the stars only became bright by the fulfillment of those wishes. In your eyes, the stars that shine never seemed real, your childhood wishes dark and dim as you grow. But now, now you understand the twinkle in their eyes as they look down at you.”

Summary: Your experiences told you that soulmates were something you would never have the pleasure of having; something not given to you because of who you are, despite the soulmark that resides on your inner left wrist. During your solo trip to Los Angeles, you find out that you are more than capable, that your soulmates had been waiting for you for a long time, and would not be letting you go anytime soon.

Genre: soulmate au, bts au, idol bts, polyamory relationship, eventual smut

Paring: Idol!BTS x autistic!mc

Status: Ongoing (randomly updated)

Warnings: mental illness, talk of disability, lots of angst, miscommunication, feelings of depression, feelings of isolation, polyamory bts, stalking, dangerous behavior, eventual smut,

Chapter Warnings: a shutdown, nonverbal mc, eloping*, protective bangtan, protective seungho, not much

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*eloping: elopement involves leaving a designated area without permission. For some it can mean wandering off without realizing it, or it can mean running away. This is the definition associated/specific with the neurodivergent community.

Masterlist // Chapter 7 // Chapter 9

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Previously on The Line Between Love and War:

The rest of the live turned out better than you thought. There were not many questions aimed your way, but you shared that your favorite color was blue, you were from California, and that your ult kpop groups were BTS (of course), Ateez, Iz*one, and Twice, but that you also listened to others as well.

The boys also learned something new, not even realizing that you listened to other groups besides them. They had gotten a little jealous that you liked another kpop boy group, but would wait until later to tease you.

The night ended with plenty more kisses and cuddles after the live ended, discussions of how the week would look, and falling asleep in each other’s arms as you squeezed in together on Jin and Yoongi’s bed.

When the boys woke up the next morning for their concert fittings, you weren’t with them. The place where you were sleeping against Yoongi was absent, and cold, making the group of soulmates frantic. They searched the hotel room for you, not finding you anywhere. They called your name but heard nothing in return.

“Do you think she went out? Maybe to the hotel gift shop? She did like the stuffed animals there?” Jimin questioned Namjoon, who was on his phone looking for Seungho’s number. Jin was on the phone with Sejin, letting him know that they might be a little late to the meeting room that Big Hit had rented for their fittings within the hotel.

Jungkook and Taehyung had gone back to the room to see if you left your phone or not when they heard some rustling from within the closet. Looking at each other, Taehyung motioned for Jungkook to open the closet door, and after rolling his eyes, he moved forward.

He was not expecting to find you, huddled up with your Shooky plushie and the headphones Yoongi got you, rocking back and forth. Jungkook immediately motioned for Taehyung to get the others while he kneeled on the ground, moving to be in your line of sight.

When you woke up that morning, everything was too much. You could feel everything, even the stitching within the sheets and in Yoongi’s shirt against your cheek. The sun burned your skin from where it was peaking in from the window and every breath had you wanting to gag. You were overstimulated…to the extreme.

You thought you had done well yesterday, but it seems your body disagrees with you. Sitting up, you noticed that it was still early and that the boys were still awake. You didn’t want to disturb them when they had a lot going on today, so you quietly got untangled from the mess of limbs and grabbed your headphones and Shooky plushy, rubbing your hands in a pattern over the soft plushie as you tried to find somewhere dark you could sit.

Eventually, the closet seemed to be your only option. You moved a couple of things that had fallen off the hangers and sat in the corner propped against one of Yoongi’s hoodies, his scent helping to calm you a little.

You even put on one of Jin’s hoodies, pulling the hood over your headphones and eyes, closing them as you tried to calm down and center yourself, something your therapist had taught you years ago when you thought you were having panic attacks.

With your noise cancelling headphones on, you didn’t even realize everyone was awake, or that they had been searching for you. Only when Jungkook crawled into your little space and bent so he could see your face did you realize.

You saw his hand move, his lips moving as he spoke. You didn’t realize you were crying until he began to gently wipe away the stray tears on your cheek. Seeing movement in the corner of your eyes, you turned to see the rest of your soulmates, crouching down so they could sit in front of the closet door.

You watch him as he slowly moves to take your headphones off your head, their words now becoming heard by your uncovered ears.

“Hey baby, you okay? Is there anything we can do for you?” Yoongi’s raspy tone sends shivers down your spine. When you would normally get overstimulated, you would listen to BTS music, especially ones where Yoongi or Namjoon rap in their lower registers. You couldn’t explain it, but their voices were like heaven to your ears.

You knew before you could feel it in your throat that you would be nonverbal; for how long, you had no clue. You just stay quiet, knowing they wouldn’t understand you even if you tried to motion. They were probably just asking to be polite; it wouldn’t be the first time.

“Baby? Can I, can I hug you?” Jungkook asks, holding his hands out to show you his question as well as verbalizing it. You didn’t know if it would help, you’ve never had anyone ask to hug you when you were like this. Normally you had people moving away from you.

But, when you first met them, their touch had managed to calm you down significantly, slowing your racing heartbeat down and calming your anxiety. You remember the way all the tension left your body and how you relaxed against Jin on the couch.

You nod your head at his question, knowing it can’t hurt to try. However, you almost lose your sight to Jungkook’s chest as he moves quickly, bringing you into his lap and moving to get up with you in his arms. You can’t even yelp out of shock as he does so, you only grip onto him tighter, eyes wide as you look to one of the boys for help.

He moves his hands under your shirt and Jin’s sweatshirt, putting his hands on your back and rubbing up and down. His actions help tremendously to soothe you and help to regulate you.

Maybe it is true what they say about soulmates, physical touch does wonders to the soul.

“Did you get too overstimulated yesterday, Y/n?” Namjoon’s quiet voice asks as he sits on the bed behind Jungkook, his eyes roaming over your face, trying to see if you show any emotion on it. He knows you have trouble with expressing emotions, verbally and physically, one of the reasons he spent countless hours studying body language. He wanted to be able to help you in any way he could.

You nod your head again, answering his question and inadvertently letting them know you weren’t able to speak right now. Namjoon nodded back, his hand moving to cup your hand, mouth going to say something when there was a knock on the open door, announcing the presence of Sejin.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt. I’m glad you were found, Y/n. But we cannot push back the fitting anymore if the stylists want anytime to make any changes.” Namjoon sighed as Jin stood up, moving over to Sejin. You could hear them speaking, Namjoon and Yoongi moving to join the conversation as well.

This meant there was space for Jimin to move in where Namjoon was sitting. He brought his hands up to trace his fingers down your features, reminding you of a dream you had. Smiling a little at the thought, you nuzzled into Jungkook’s neck. Jimin cooed at you while Jungkook blushed, squeezing you a little tighter and adjusting you on his lap.

Your smile remained on your face as long as Jimin traced your features, bopping you on the nose every once in a while. You didn’t want him to stop, feeling calm and relaxed, almost to the point of falling asleep. But all good things must come to an end.

You noticed Jimin start to pout, scrunching your nose up in confusion you watched him start to get off the bed. You reached for him over Jungkook’s shoulders but he held you close.

“Darling, we can’t hold off our fitting. Is it okay if we take you down with us? We can make sure you have a chair down there, and one of us can be with you. We will take turns getting fitted.” Jin spoke to you as soon as Jungkook turned you around in his lap, not wanting to let go of you just yet.

Jungkook couldn’t explain it but he swears he could feel your own heart racing in his chest. He could feel your anxiety and restlessness like it was his own. All of his senses seemed to be in overdrive as he sat there with you and it had him wondering if this was what you experienced all the time.

It made Jungkook become protective, and your soul seemed to call out to his in that moment. He took the time to help put your socks and shoes on your feet and made sure that everything you might need was in your backpack. He even snuck some of your favorite gummy worms in one of the front pockets.

He held your hand the entire way to the meeting room they rented out, holding you close to his side as Jimin held your other hand. Made sure your chair would be near him and that he was your buddy first. He held you close, and like when in the room, he moved his hands under your shirt and held your sides, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles against your skin.

When it was his turn to get fitted, and Jin was on his way to be your buddy, he told his mate what to do, how you liked skin to skin contact and how it seemed to help your heart to calm down.

“Jungkook, I’ve got it babe. I promise she will be in good hands.” Jin reassured his younger mate, seeing just how much your state was affecting him.

By the time the fitting was over with, you were still nonverbal, but from exhaustion. You weren’t overstimulated or overwhelmed anymore, and you weren’t close to a shutdown. The skin to skin contact helped so much, and was now something each of the boys were aware of and placed inside the arsenal.

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The next day was the Crosswalk Concert with James Corden taping for the boys. After your state yesterday, the boys were intent on keeping you with them. They had some fear that if they weren’t around you, then you might shutdown again and be alone. That was the last thing they wanted, as they promised you they would always be there for you. You came before anything that had scheduled.

The boys, specifically Jungkook and Yoongi, made sure you had everything necessary for the taping in your backpack. Jimin picked your outfit out this time, wanting to match with you even if he had to change when they got to the studio. He had fun taking selfies with you, saving them to post to Instagram later on.

Sejin had given you an official badge to wear that HYBE had sent in once you were announced to the management team. It had your name and the BTS logo, the words ‘soulmate pass’ on the bottom of the laminated pass. You even got your own BTS themed lanyard that had you excited and putting around your neck.

“Please wear this to all future events. Everyone working with us is fully aware of you and will look for your lanyard and badge when you are not with us or the boys, okay?” Sejin made sure you knew how important the badge was.

“What if it gets lost or taken?” You were worried that if you didn’t have it, you would be kicked out. That maybe they wouldn’t know what you looked like and would only look for the badge.

“That will not happen. Just like everyone knows who the boys are, they will know who you are.” While he thought that may have reassured you, it didn’t. Either way, they were not going to leave your side that day, and Seungho was instructed to remain by your side the entire time. Namjoon specifically told him not to leave your side even if someone else tells him to.

You were currently outside, watching as the boys and James did their skit to be shown before the crosswalk concert actually happens. The boys were in really amazing black and yellow suits. The skit is supposed to be aired on the show in mid-December, and it’s kind of funny listening to them talk about already performing at SoFi stadium.

You watch them practice the skit multiple times before they film it. As they film it, you get bored and decide to move closer to the sidewalk, watching as people move up to the fenced off sidewalk areas and begin to pile into the crosswalks in preparation for the boys’ performance.

It was amazing to you how word of mouth was; there were already what seemed like hundreds of people waiting. You even noticed a couple of cars parked a couple blocks down, waiting with their phones up, so they could move into the lane before the stop lights came up.

You watched James’ employee’s scramble over with all of the props, and the big trampoline practically calls your name. You see pancake and butter costumes which cause loud laughter to leave your lips. Even Seungho laughs a little at the food costumes that go with the “Butter” theme.

“James has a lot of funny ideas.” Namjoon appears behind you, a big smile on his lips as he too spots the butter costume.

Looking over at Seungho, who is holding onto the small handle of your backpack (you told him he could because you didn’t realize you kept walking off and making him freak out in worry, wondering where you went), Namjoon only raises his eyebrow at the bodyguard before pointing at you in question. When he receives a nod from Seungho, your soulmate can’t help but grin at you, dimples proudly showing his adoration for you.

“Yeah, he does! I wonder if he would let me jump on the trampoline after the skit is done. It looks fun.” You respond back, your eyes never leaving the big jumping contraption.

All too soon the shoot is back on, the boys moving into place as the cameras turn back on. You were standing a little bit behind the sidewalk with some of the crew and Sejin, Seungho still holding onto the handle of your backpack. You notice some phones pointed your way, even some people shouting your name or asking you questions you couldn’t quite make out.

“Am I allowed to answer their questions? Or say hi?” You turn your head a little to ask Seungho, knowing he is in charge of your security.

“I would not advise is Ms. Y/n.” His tone is apologetic, but you understand. You almost kind of assumed he would be against it. It didn’t really bother you. You were just curious.

You turned your head back to the boys, who were now rushing into the crosswalk and performing Butter. You saw the pancake bouncing on the trampoline, with the other costumes on either side. It was the first crosswalk concert you were watching and it was amazing what they are able to do in such a short amount of time.

What you loved though, was the people who were just ‘unfortunate’ enough to be stuck at the crosswalk. You noticed a couple of men who looked absolutely confused by the show. One even asked the girls in the car next to him what was going on.

Once the stoplight turned off, everyone rushed around trying to move so the cars could proceed forward through the light. You didn’t know anything past the first part of the skit and was delighted to see Jimin climb onto James’ back and be carted off the crosswalk. Well, more like Jimin was dragged onto James’ back. You were aware of the “Papa Mochi and Baby Mochi” relationship the two had, even if you did prefer Jimmy Fallon’s bond with them.

The boys move quickly to do a costume change, rushing back inside and into their second outfit. While they do that, James comes over to you and Seungho, who pulls you back into him a little.

“How are you enjoying this so far? This is your first time like, watching them do a skit, isn’t it?” He asks, pure curiosity in his eyes.

James was really nice to you when you were introduced when you arrived on set. He immediately made you feel comfortable and even congratulated you on finding the boys. He was actually kind of quiet in person which was nice.

“I think its really funny! I like the trampoline bit a lot. I do find it funny how many people just have no clue this happens and gets stuck at the light.” You tell him, holding your hand over your eyes to block out the sun. You didn’t have any sunglasses and added that to your mental list of things to buy when you got a chance.

“Oh, be right back!” James runs off really quick and to a table of things needed for the crew before coming back, something blue and black in his hands.

“Here you go! We have so many of these.” James hands you a pair of “The Late Late Show” endorsed sunglasses.

“Ooo thank you!” You bounce on the balls of your feet as you put them on your head. They worked really well and seemed to not just be a cheap pair either. They didn’t squish your head and blocked a lot of sunlight so you didn’t have to squint to watch the show anymore.

When the boys were done changing they didn’t have time for another break, moving right back into the skit performing Permission to Dance. This time there were summer backdrops and cactus props.

“You know, Miss Y/n, this would be a good time to start taking pictures and things for the soulmate account that Sejin and Bang PD approved.” Seungho whispered in your ear.

Your eyes widened as you remembered about the accounts you were going to make. Taking your phone out, you move a little more to the side so you could see the boys up close when they come back from the crosswalk. As they came back from the crosswalk, they noticed you holding your phone up and posed or smiled for you. Taehyung even coming up and blowing a kiss at you.

The boys changed once again to perform Dynamite on the crosswalk. They wore different colored suits and looked amazing as they practically glowed in the sunlight. During Dynamite you even noticed Liam McEwan in one of the cars, dancing through the sunroof. You got a little excited and tried to move off the sidewalk to say hi when Seungho tugged you back.

You had almost forgotten where you were. You managed a little “sorry” as your embarrassment grew, feeling the damned blush growing on your face.

“It’s okay Ms. I just don’t want you walking into the street.” Was his only reply.

Once the boys were done with Dynamite, they moved onto do a little more skits and their short interviews before we were given the okay to go home. The entire thing had taken a couple of hours and left you wanting to put on your headphones.

When you arrived back to the hotel room after the interview was filmed in the studio, which took several more hours, pizza had already been set on the small table in the living room with a couple liter bottles of soda and some cups by one of the boys’ staff members. You were grateful as you were hungry, and so without much question, you dropped your backpack on the floor by the wall and moved to grab a plate.

“Okay, so Sejin just informed me that our interviews tomorrow and Thursday have been canceled. There were some questions that both parties refused to take out so Sejin went ahead and canceled them. So, we now have two more free days before rehearsals Friday and the concerts this weekend.” Namjoon spoke as he scrolled on his phone, probably looking through the messages Sejin sent him.

You moved to grab him a plate with a couple slices of pizza, seeing he was the only one not eating.

“Here you go, Joonie.” Namjoon looks up from his phone to see you sitting in front of him, holding a plate out for him. He smiled before kissing your forehead.

“Thank you, baby.”

“So does this mean we can go out tomorrow?” Hobi asks Namjoon, who nods his head.

“Just talk to security.” Hobi nods his head at the suggestion, already thinking about which clothing stores he was going to go to. His parents and sister would be landing on Thursday and had wanted to take you out Friday while the boys rehearsed. He had security already prepared as well as a couple of reservations set up.

You were quick to realize that each of the boys wanted to do different things for their new free days. You had your own things you wanted to do. You wanted to do some exploring and finish your list of things you had planned from when you first got to LA. You also needed to get some more personal items like shampoo and lotion.

You turn around to Namjoon, resting one of your arms on his knee. “Hey Joonie?” You look up at him.

“Hm?” He hummed as he chewed a bite of pizza.

“Am I allowed to go out tomorrow too? I need to get a couple of things and I wanted to do some exploring?” You also wanted to get Taehyung a birthday gift, seeing as his birthday was at the end of the following week. You didn’t know if you would have any free time then.

“Of course, baby. Just message Seungho and let him know what time you wanted to leave. Did you want one of us to go with you?” You were happy he asked if you wanted one of them to go instead of assuming. While you loved the boys and were happy to be their soulmate, you were still introverted and needed time away to recharge. Plus, you didn’t want them to have to change their plans around to go with you. That wasn’t fair to them.

“No, it’s okay. I can go with Seungho. I like him. You guys can go do what you have planned.” You respond back with a slight shrug as you return to your pizza slices.

“Alright. Just keep in touch with the group chat, okay? Let us know if anything happens or if you need us.” You nod your head in reassurance, letting Namjoon know you heard him.

“I will.”

Once pizza was done you all just relaxed for a little while. You were lounging on the couch between Yoongi and Taehyung. Yoongi was napping and you were leaning on his shoulder as you looked through your camera roll.

You had forgotten until Seungho mentioned it that you were supposed to make a social media account, Sejin suggested Instagram, where you posted behind the scenes stuff for the boys. Well, Yoongi explained that it would be more like your own official Instagram account that would be public, while your own would remain private and just for friends and family.

You had a lot of photos already of you and the boys and then the boys separately. You particularly liked the funny pictures and videos you took of them, like Jimin doing a funny dance to Boy With Luv or Taehyung and Jin playing with the snapchat filters on your phone and recording themselves singing to Dynamite (they used the iconic puppy ear filter which made you have literal heart eyes for them).

“Hey Tae?” You turned to your soulmate who was scrolling through twitter.

“Yeah, love?”

“Do I need to talk to Sejin before I create that Instagram account? You know the official one where I would post “official behind the scenes” images and videos?” You asked him, moving and leaning your head on his shoulder instead.

“You mean your own official Instagram account? I don’t think so but it would be good to let him know. I can message him right now.” You watch him move from twitter and over to his messages.

“He says to just let him know your information like password and username. He also recommends making the username something to do with your name, so it’s easy to find and locate.” You nod your head as you move over to the Instagram app.

“Wait!” Taehyung exclaims as he takes your phone from you, moving to hold his phone in his other hand. He sends you something before moving back to instagram. He does a couple of things before giving you your phone back.

“Now you have a cute profile pic.” You look and see a really pretty candid you didn’t know he took. It was from the day you had gone shopping, you were looking up at Jin and smiling. But from the angle you could see your eyes looked closed and your smile was wide. You looked beautiful.

“Thank you, Tae.” You kiss his cheek in thanks before moving to the username section. You tap on your phone as you try to think of a good username. You didn’t want to include anything about the boys or being their soulmate in your username, feeling that it would take away from the page being yours.

You ended up just choosing a shortened version of your name, one of the nicknames the boys had begun to call you by. A grunt from Tae has you knowing you made a good pick. You think a little before adding the little number seven to the end of your username causing a little chuckle to leave Taehyung’s lips.

“Now for the bio.” You say aloud. You didn’t want anything to personal and decided to take a little inspiration from the boys’ own bios. You added your name, your age, and added a cute song lyric from one of your favorite songs. If this was going to be your official account, you wanted it to be your own account and not like a robot controlled it.

You made sure Taehyung sends Sejin the information he needed and received his approval, even sending him a screenshot of the ‘add account’ page. Once that was done you hit the ‘create account’ button, officially making your own official account.

Sejin confirmed that he would make sure that you get the blue check mark for your account so that people knew it was really you and not someone else. He said they already had people trying to pretend to be you all across social media and wanted to be safe.

Unfortunately, you had no clue what to post first. You didn’t know what would be a good post, seeing as anything you posted would be scrutinized by people everywhere.

Seeing your struggle, Taehyung grabbed your phone again and scrolled through your pictures before picking one of the eight of you. It was from lunch the other day. It was a selfie that you made Jin take of all of you, scrunched together and leaning in to the middle of the table to be seen. You all wore large smiles or were laughing as the picture went off.

It was one of your favorite pictures.

“This is a good one, baby.” He handed your phone back with a small smile and watched as you quickly typed in the caption that came to mind.

“happiest when im with you<3”

Very quickly, with the exception of Yoongi who was still sleeping, all of the boys and the official BTS account followed you. Once this happened, your phone was quick to begin to slow down due to the intense number of notifications you were receiving. Taehyung helped you turn off the notifications before putting your phone on the small side table next to him.

“Well, that was nerve wracking.”

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