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[jasperandhenryslovechild]

YOYOYOYO DYSTOPIA AU / OC LORE DROP!!!

i decided that im gonna do it out of order because it makes it a lot funner for me to put things together and stuff!! but yeah yeah this is a chunky read, abt ~5600 words give or take? and tumblr kept posting it when i wasn't done fixing the formatting and it was so horrid😭😭 but it's good now!!

im gonna probably reblog this or edit it later with an ao3 link to make it easier to read

but yes yes i hope someone in this world enjoys this au a fraction as much as i do because that would have made all this struggle to getting it out worth it :)

reblog / reply with literally anything you thought about this i am in desperate need for someone to know about this in the way i do sososoososo that being said have fun

SEPTEMBER 7, 2024

DYSTOPIA, [UNIDENTIFIED]

2:26 AM

"Are you mad at me?" Ollie asks as he's following his friend down a dark alley behind Mallory's Community Center. Yara looked a bit off-putting right now— walking with an indignation that sort of scared him. If Ollie wasn't her friend, he'd avoid her.

"No," she responded, voice soft. Kind.

In this entire operation, Yara was the only thing Ollie trusted. She was the only thing Ollie stayed for. He didn't trust anything here. This was a cult, and sure, he was currently best friends with a girl in a cult, but she was kind. She was different than them. Ollie knew that if he could take her out of Dystopia, if he could take her to Swellview and on boat trips and hold her hand in his room while they did each other's hair (platonically, of course— his heart had always been set on that boy who'd stayed in Swellview after he'd left), she'd be a different person.

She'd do better.

"What is this, then?"

She didn't respond. It kind of scared Ollie. She'd broken into the house in the middle of the night, she'd opened his window and told him to pack everything he wanted to keep into a bag and leave with him. It was fucking creepy. Nay, it was terrifying. Ollie hadn't thought the operation would reach the lengths of his own home. But Henry had said he could go, he'd put a tracker on him just in case. Just to make sure he'd never be far.

And like that, he'd followed Yara. And over these weeks of getting to know her, he knew he'd follow her pretty much anywhere. But right now, he doubted if that was even a smart choice to begin with.

They turned a corner, getting further from Mallory's Community Center and closer to places Henry had banned the group as a whole from going to. Everyone except himself, of course, because he was always an exception. Ollie could scoff at it. But he'd said it was one of the more dangerous corners that Dystopia had to offer— big league villains with objectives and goals bigger than them. Things not even Henry considered himself ready for.

"Yara, what is this?" he repeated, hoping to get through to her. To get some kind of information, because this was freaking him the fuck out.

Silence.

"I'm not mad at you."

Yara looked back at Ollie, sort of slowing her pace to a stop. She looked at Ollie— he looked nervous. Scared. Her brows furrowed, and she took his hand, squeezing it. It was dark, the light of a single street lamp that flickered in and out illuminating Ollie's view of her. He could have sworn he'd seen her blush, but the light wasn't steady enough to make it out.

"I'm not mad at you at all."

"Are we in danger?"

"No!"

Yara laughed a bit, like the idea was absurd. It forced Ollie to give a half-hearted chuckle too, just to try to match the energy. His hands were cold as he held hers tighter— warm and soft and safe. Even if he didn't understand a thing right now.

"Why would you think that?" she asked, still laughing a tiny bit.

"I don't know- I don't- I mean-- look at this!"

Ollie let go of one of Yara's hands to gesture around them. To the abandoned buildings, broken windows and a desolate environment. Hollow. His voice sounded a bit annoyed, somewhere between frustrated and concerned.

"You- I was sleeping and you just broke into my place, told me to pack all my stuff into your backpack, and told me to come with you! And the stupider thing is that I did! And now you won't even tell me where we are, or what we're going to do, and you've taken me to this place--"

"Orion," Yara began, as if she was trying to soothe Ollie. Or shut him up. One of the two.

"It's fine. You're not in trouble or anything, but-"

"Are you in trouble? Yara, we can leave."

Ollie scoffed a bit, taking Yara's hand again.

"Do you think we're trapped here or something? We can leave Dystopia if you want. We can go wherever if you're in trouble!-"

"Why would I want to leave Dystopia?" she asked incredulously, and Ollie stopped. Gh. Why wouldn't you want to leave Dystopia?

"I'm not in trouble, and neither are you. We're fine. In fact, we're more than fine."

"If we're more than fine, why did you pull me out of my room at three in the morning?"

"Will you just walk with me?"

Ollie paused for a second, thinking it over. He could just leave right now. He could just walk away and go back home. He didn't _have_ to walk with her. But she had his most prized possessions on her back, and she looked so... off. Ollie almost didn't want to leave her alone. The curiosity to know what was going on was stronger than his drive to be left alone and go to sleep.

He let her hands go and began walking.

The silence was almost threatening, and Ollie got an incredibly bad feeling about this. He felt like right now was the right moment, maybe last moment, to turn back and go home. Like a notion that he was about to walk right into something horrible. Just then, before Ollie could really think any deeper about it, Yara spoke.

"Mallory and I have been thinking about you," she began. Ollie felt a bit grossed out— he'd never felt good about Mallory. Besides the fact he was a literal cult leader, he just had a bad air to him. Ollie tensed for a second. Had they found out about the mission?

"and we think you've been... great, really."

Ollie let out a sigh of relief.

"I mean, helping Alex out with orders and stuff. Helping Mel with the kids. Advocating for the truth at the meets Mallory does. You're really an exemplary child of Osiris. You have balls— new club members aren't really all for that, and you are."

"Thanks," Ollie responded, giving a bit of a smile. It wavered as a gust of wind brushed his skin— he wasn't really wearing anything adequate for the weather. An old shirt and gym shorts from his freshman year in highschool that he surprisingly never grew out. Maybe if he'd been given some sort of warning in advance, he'd be dressed for the occasion.

A murder of crows flew by them as Yara started speaking again— Ollie counted seven.

"We wanted to... give you a formal welcome into the Harbingers," she started up again, making Ollie raise a brow. They turned another corner, into some kind of warehouse. It didn't have doors, and felt more like a parking lot than a warehouse now that Ollie paid a bit more attention to it. His mind was racing; what does that mean, what the fuck does that mean?

"You've done well with your initiation. Passed with flying colors, even. This is just a sort of final thing, yknow? Just to make sure you're with us."

"Do you doubt it?" Ollie asked back quickly. Seriously, what is this place?

"No, not at all! I'd never doubt your loyalty. None of us would. If we did, why would I bring you here?"

She smiled as she led Ollie across the abandoned parking lot, into a sort of sector that looked like it could be a store. A mall, it hits Ollie. This used to be a mall. Eugh, he does not like the sound of that. Malls are big, with a lot of rooms to hide things in. They're echoey, sure, but who goes to an abandoned mall? Who'd look for anything in an abandoned mall in a place as big and as technologically ahead as Dystopia?

If he went missing right now, who'd look for him here?

Was Henry even checking the tracker?

Ollie kept his quiet as he was led into a smaller area— it looked like it could be the lounge area before a bathroom. Or a changing room, or a lounge room. It was way too dark to tell. The room was barely lit, the only thing being a muffled light in the corner that wasn't strong enough to really help anything, and he could barely see Yara. She had taken his hand to guide him, and right now, Ollie was holding it tight enough to break it.

"You don't have to be afraid," someone spoke in front of him. Too close to him. Ollie yelped, taking a frightened step back and dragging Yara with him.

The sound of a match lighting could be heard, the fire sparking and illuminating the room a tiny bit. Whoever held the match was the person that had spoken, holding the fire to the candle he held in another hand.

Mallory.

Ollie could vomit.

He and Yara were laughing a tiny bit at Ollie's reaction, shaking his head.

"We're so sorry for scaring you, Orion," he began, passing the candle to someone Ollie could recognize as Alex. He took the candle around the room, lighting each one that was on the wall— held by a candle holder. Ollie furrowed his brows a bit as he watched it.

"We did not mean for it to be so dark in here, but the draft from outside kept coming in and putting the candles out— we kept the door open for Yara and you, but now that you're both here, we can keep the light on."

"... why not use lightbulbs?" Ollie deadpanned, as if the question was obvious. Mallory blinked, and spoke with a tone of genuine confusion.

"Excuse you?"

"Lightbulbs," he repeated. "Aren't lightbulbs a lot easier to use? Especially cause it's windy?"

"Candles are more natural. They come from the ground's natural materials, hydrocarbons that give more of an earthy feel--"

"They look a lot cooler than a lightbulb," Yara cut Mallory off, looking at Ollie. Mallory nodded.

"... yeah, they look a lot cooler than a lightbulb."

Ollie just sort of stared between them. That was so stupid.

"So, what is this?" he asked, looking around the room. Definitely an old lounge room. There were a good two or three other members of the Harbingers standing behind Mallory, in the back corners of the room. There was some sort of barrel next to one of them, with something inside of it, and in the middle of the room was a chair. With... straps? Rope?

Ollie shuddered.

"Well, Yara has told you about this being the final step to your initiation, no?" Mallory asked, and Ollie nodded. He swallowed, and it felt like swallowing a rock.

"She wasn't wrong— do you, by any chance, know what the final step might be?"

He hated how Mallory spoke to him like he was in kindergarten. He hated the way he looked, that stupid cloak. He wanted to beat up everyone in this room and go back home. He didn't know what stopped him. Maybe it was Henry's voice in the back of his head telling him he'd jeopardize the mission. Maybe it was Charlotte's, telling him it'd be better to just see it out for everything it was. He couldn't really hear his own voice between the fear and everyone in his head telling him what to do.

Maybe that was the most important part.

"I- don't?" Ollie responds meekly. "But it looks kind of scary, if it has to be done here-"

"It's not scary," Mallory reassured, putting a hand on Ollie's back. Ollie pulled away from it, but Mallory was persistent on keeping him close. Walking him over to the chair. "It's a way to connect you to Osiris, to unite Its followers under one common-"

"What is it?" Ollie insisted through gritted teeth, backing away from Mallory and from all of this. Closer to Yara, and closer to the exit.

Yara put a hand on Ollie's shoulder, making him look back at her.

"Calm down, Orion," she said, and it somehow found a way to make Ollie's shoulders drop a bit— less tense. She had a way of doing that. It made Ollie feel safe. She took her jacket off as she began speaking, tying it around her waist.

"Remember that time when we were on that truck?" she asked. "And you started pointing out all our scars and stuff?"

Of course he did, how could he forget?

A full night. They'd spent a full night in the back of Yara's old truck, 12 miles out from Dystopia in a field to get away from the heavy pollution of the city. They'd set out to see the stars and do the drugs that were left over from the transportation that night. It was early into the mission, a few days after he'd first signed up for it. It was stuff Mallory didn't need, so Yara thought they'd be able to just have fun with it while they stargaze, away from Dystopia and away from the world at large

Ollie remembers it as the first time he's ever used. It was great, but it was also kind of confusing— he didn't even know what it was, but he knew that it felt great. He found out he gets really fucking giggly and clingy when he's high, and he'd laid down in the back of the truck with Yara and started counting her freckles. Counting the scars on her arms and asking for their stories, landing on a weird looking one on her upper right arm.

It was what she showed Ollie once she took off her jacket, and it only settled in now what it actually was.

The Harbingers logo.

"No," Ollie said almost immediately, beating Yara to the punch as she had almost started to explain for herself why she'd brought up the memory. The idea of what they wanted to do to him was starting to settle in. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest— this is absolutely fucking insane. No. They're not- he's not going to let this happen.

"You're not doing that to me."

"Come here, Orion," Mallory cooed, grabbing onto Ollie's hand, to which he quickly jerked away.

"No! I'm not letting you brand me!"

"It's not just a branding," Yara said, moving towards the door as she looked into Ollie's eyes. Blocking his only way out.

"It's a way to connect to the God above. To show your unity and faith."

"I- I am faithful!" Ollie began, stumbling over his words as Mallory stepped towards him. He sounded a bit desperate, as if pleading with the people around him. The silence was deafening, and he felt like a cornered dog.

"I'm faithful! You said you didn't doubt that!"

"Then why won't you let us do this?" Mallory asked, getting more insistent. A bit closer to Ollie, too, like an animal trainer. Or a capturer.

"Because I don't want to be branded, dude- who-- who wants to be branded?!"

"Orion, just-" Yara began, but she was cut off.

"I'm not letting you guys do this. I'll do- I'll go to the masses, I'll wear the cloaks, I'll do whatever you want, but not--"

"You're condemning yourself."

"No, I'm not!"

Ollie began to try to start for the door, push Yara out of the way and run, but he felt someone grab him from behind. Yanking on the back of his shirt, pulling him in and grabbing his torso, raising him up and off the floor. Ollie turned his head, turned to see who's face he'd be pounding in.

Alex.

"Fuck, dude, don't- no! I don't want this, let me go!"

Ollie felt so fucking stupid for not being able to get out of his grasp. He thrashed, kicking his legs and clawing at Alex's arms, biting his hands trying to make him let go, but he didn't budge. Had he paid more attention to Henry when he teaches stuff, or been a better fighter, or gone on more missions, or anything, he might've been able to get out of this. He knew Sovi would. He knew Henry would. Fuck, even Piper would probably do better than this pathetic squirming thing Ollie was doing. He was too focused on surviving to think about practical ways to do it, and as he began yelling at his once-friend for restraining him like this, Mallory began speaking.

"Calm down," he began, and Ollie wanted to spit on him.

"You really shouldn't be put off by your initiation! This is all just a part of the process, and I promise you that everyone you love here has done it. Myself included!"

"I don't love you," Ollie spat as he was pushed down into the chair, the other Harbingers in the room coming from behind to tie him down. Yara gave a surprised look at the comment. Ollie didn't notice it, too focused on trying to get these people off of him.

"That is truly a shame," Mallory said, coming closer to Ollie and kneeling himself down in front of him.

"because I love you. And I love Yara, and I love Alex, and I love all our members. You're all equal and so, so important to me. This is why I'm doing this, do you not understand?"

Mallory put his hands on Ollie's balled fist, almost holding it. The worst part was that the hold felt loving. Like he was truly trying to comfort him, even through the disgust and rage Ollie was feeling. It was a gentle hold that felt fueled with nothing but care, even if this man meant nothing close to it. This man was nothing close to it.

He wanted to cry.

"I'm doing this because I love you. Because I truly want you to survive through The Final Abolishment. You will be recognized as a child of Osiris, and it will be... wonderful. It will feel like waking up for the first time."

He breathed it out like he truly believed it. Ollie hated himself for ever following Yara right about now. Mallory rubbed a thumb against his hand as tears pricked Ollie's eyes, and Ollie took a deep breath to compose himself. His jaw was clenched, hackles raised— he was furious and emotional and yet, Mallory soothed him like he was soothing a child. Ollie felt like anything but right now— he felt too grown for his own good, and he wanted to go home. And as stupid as it might sound, he wanted to sink into Sovilo's arms and cry, because this whole mission was just more than he ever knew he could take on.

Maybe that's why Mallory was treating him that way.

"Don't cry. People feel like this when they first sit here, too, did you know? I felt like you, too, when it was my first time branding myself. Because I was unsure. Because I wasn't fully devoted. I promise you that this is it, Orion, this is the turning point. You will never feel more connected to Osiris than now, okay? Do you trust me?"

'Not even with the time,' Ollie wanted to snap, but felt the last rope tighten around his leg and knew he was at this dude's full disposal. He didn't have any powers like Sovi or Henry— he couldn't use brute force to get out of the chair, he couldn't 'forcefield' these dudes away from him. He wasn't indestructible. It was just him and his words and his wits and that was it— and he wasn't even that smart! He just thought this would be a drug op! This wasn't the mission he signed up for!

Henry had promised him it wouldn't ever get physical against Ollie, not until he was ending the mission entirely. This didn't feel like the end at all, and it felt so far from the beginning. He couldn't out himself now, because that meant so much worse for everyone else he loved. If they branded the people they loved in this cult, what would they do to the people that betrayed them?

"... I trust you," Ollie breathed out, heart pounding in his ears. He could faint. Mallory, however, was satisfied with the answer and stood up.

"Then let us do this."

The moments between Mallory getting up and the branding iron being pushed against his upper arm were a blur. He could hear Yara sort of come closer to him, feel her grab onto his hand tight as if to help ground him. He didn't know what he was supposed to do about this— he was literally about to be fucking branded. And he didn't want anything to do with it.

He could hear the barrel open, could hear hot coals shift around in it as Mallory used a glove to grab the branding iron. The stick wasn't as hot as the logo itself that was attached onto the end of it; the glove looked more like a precautionary measure more that anything. And as Mallory approached with it, Ollie could see it. Red hot. Smoking.

Ollie could hear himself plead with Mallory for a second. "Please, don't do this, you don't have to do this, I'm a true follower, I swear!" he could hear himself beg from a second entity, from a glass wall outside of himself and far, far from here.

None of it worked—how could it have?—because the iron was pressed against his arm anyway.

To say it hurt was an understatement. It was only a good four seconds the iron had made contact with Ollie's skin, but it felt like a lifetime. He yelped at the first contact— the first contact was the worst part, making a pop sound as he yelled and brought tears to his eyes— and when he gripped Yara's hand with a death grip, flinching around a bit at it, the pain went away. Frying the nerve endings in that part of his arm, he knew and heard. Like the sound of something sizzling on a pan. That's what happens when you get burned like that.

The smell was the worst part. Ollie would never forget the smell of his burning flesh. It was one of those things that would be forever seared into his mind, irreparable.

It was so bad it was almost a taste. He could never find anything to compare it with. Like a smell of blood, or rotting meat, or burnt hair, or burning plastic— all mixed together, all trying to form some horrid fucking scent he'd never forget again in his life. Ollie was sure that the fear and heightened fight-or-flight was what made it hurt so much more than it actually did, because after those few seconds, it was over. Ollie was left with erratic breathing and tears streaming down his cheeks, making this whimpering sort of cry as he did. His lip quivered, and Yara was there soothing him, holding his hand and whispering to him.

Ollie didn't look down at it. He shut his eyes tight, he didn't want to process or accept at all what had just been done to him. He could feel Mallory apply something to the new wound as it secreted a gross plasma, putting on some kind of salve or something, and wrap it in cling wrap. And that was it.

It didn't feel like enough. Everything that had been done for the experience Ollie had just gone through felt so... little. Everything was still living, and breathing, and moving, and Ollie hadn't even processed any of it yet.

Why did everything get to keep going right now?

"You did so good," Mallory praised as he watched Ollie cry— out of pain, but also mostly frustration. He hated how he let this happen to himself. This was horrible, this was inhumane. He just wanted to go see Jasper right now, or Henry. He'd say Sovi, but he knew it wasn't an option. He wanted to melt into their arms, spill everything and make them accept the fact he couldn't do this anymore. That he just needed to go home.

How disappointed would the people he loved be if they saw Ollie like this?

Saw Ollie letting it happen?

"Yara, untie him," Mallory muttered as he kneeled in front of Ollie the same way he had earlier. Stop it, he wanted to seeth. Yell, scream. Stop doing that, stop trying to help me. Look at me, look at me truly, what have you done to me? What have you done?

"I am so proud of you, Orion," Mallory soothed, cupping Ollie's face in his hands and wiping a tear away with his thumb. Ollie wanted to spit in his face.

"You don't see it now, but you are a true child of Osiris."

Like fuck I am.

"You don't see it, but so many would kill to be in the position you are in right now. To be so connected and interlinked with those above. You have been reborn into a new person, a Next Life awaits you. And I promise you, it's worth it. You're a true believer— it will all be worth it for you.

Ollie nodded, sniffling a bit and trying to overcome to overwhelming urge to bitchslap this man now that his hands were free. He did take the opportunity to move Mallory's hands down from his face—fuck, it hurt to move that arm—and hold them, squeezing them tight and feigning affection.

"Thank you," he whispered through the tears, and Mallory smiled. A look Ollie wished he could get rid of so bad— a look that told Ollie he had no remorse. That this wasn't even remotely bad to him. This was just a step to Ollie's better connection with his newfound God and if it were by Ollie, he'd send himself to eternal damnation by now.

Even when everything was so spinning and confusing, he knew one thing for certain; this was fucking revolting.

It was all he could think about as Yara untied him and got him out of the lounge room. It felt like leaving as a different person. Even if everything Mallory had said was wrong, he was right about one thing; he had been reborn in that room tonight. A new person, but not in the way he would have ever wanted.

The walk with Yara was horrid. She'd lent him her jacket—a sage green zip-up with a rhinestone cross outlined on the chest—and under any other circumstances, Ollie might have appreciated it. Now, it just made him feel alone.

As they walked, Yara didn't really dare to say anything. She'd just seen her new friend in one of his most vulnerable moments since she's known him— fuck, one of the most vulnerable moments of his entire life. How was she even supposed to soothe him? Even if it was for the greater good, even if it was for the better, what was she meant to say to him? What was supposed to be said to aid him through it all?

"You turned the wrong corner," Ollie mumbled after a long bout of silence, making Yara turn to look at him. He hoped he didn't have to repeat it.

"Huh?"

"The corner," he repeated, not looking up at her. The taste of his flesh still sat foul in his mouth. Even if he certainly hadn't eaten any of that bullshit, it had been so strong that the oxygen intake only reminded him worse of how the smell lingered on his tongue. Reminiscent of what bit he'd let himself lose for this mission.

He stopped for a second, as if waiting for Yara to turn back with him. Yara stopped with him.

"You're supposed to turn right."

...?

What?

Oh!

Yara smiled a bit as she came to the realization of what Ollie was trying to say, giving a huff of laughter. Ollie gave a confused expression.

"We're not going to your place," she said, still with that look on her face. "We're going to mine."

"But- my place-- I mean, Henry-"

"I can explain to him where you've been."

*Huh?*

Ollie's brows furrowed a bit more now, genuinely conflicted. Almost angry. He wanted to be home— he needed to be home right now. That was the only safe place right now. His things, his family, his kid—

"You're just gonna... explain?"

"Yeah."

"You're going to explain to them how you let Mallory brand me while you watched," he deadpanned. "You think they're gonna be fucking fine with that?"

"Calm down.-"

"You don't get to tell me to calm down right now- you just let them fucking brand me!" Ollie exclaimed, tears stinging his eyes as he gestured somewhere further behind them, referencing the mall.

"And you stood there and watched, and it happened because I trusted you! I came with you because you said I'd be safe! You said I'd be safe with you, and now I'm really starting to doubt th—"

"Orion!"

Ollie paused at being cut off like that, fists curling. Yara stared at Ollie for a second, looking completely mad yet also... concerned for him. Like Ollie was saying something so wrong it was crazy, and that's exactly what she thought. It made him feel stupid, almost.

"Do you think they're going to be the ones to keep you safe after this?" She snapped, gesturing to the right— to Ollie's home.

"Do you think they're going to accept you now? Accept us?"

"Why wouldn't they?"

"Because the outsiders don't understand like we do! They don't fucking get it! They don't get you, and they don't get me, or Mallory, or anyone. Because people think we're crazy and honestly, I don't want to go back to that. I don't think I can go back to that!"

"You don't know them like I do," Ollie spat. "You don't know my family like I do."

"I used to think that too. I used to think that all I ever wanted was to keep my family safe in this godforsaken city. And I found Mallory, and I knew this was it. This was my key to helping them with anything they might need, because I knew them, right? I knew them better than anyone else! And then they fucking kicked me out for this. Called me crazy. Said there wasn't such thing as a Final Abolishment, that I was just gonna drag them under."

Yara took a breath. If Ollie had known better, he'd tell her that her parents were right.

"You don't- people don't like us out there, okay? People aren't like us. If they see that on your arm, if they see who you really are, they're going to ostracize you. And living on the streets in this city is bad, Orion. I'm saving you. I'm keeping you safe. That's why I asked you to pack your shit— trust me, they don't want you back."

Ollie paused. He contemplated the whole monologue— it's what Henry would do. It's what Henry would have wanted of him. To keep the mission alive, he could practically hear in the back of his head. Whatever it takes to keep this mission alive.

He nodded.

"What about Charlie?" he asked, and Yara gave a confused look.

"Who?"

"Charlie. My kid."

A silence.

"You have a-"

"I adopted her?"

More silence.

"Yara, my- she went to the Community Center? It's why I started going? Because she did??"

"Ooohh! Oh, I'll take care of it, don't worry."

Ollie's brows furrowed a bit, and he took a step forward.

"You're not going to just 'take care of it,'" he began, making Yara sort of look at him.

"You're going to bring her to me. If I'm really going to stay with you and not look back, if I'm really going to trust you in my Next Life, you're going to bring me my fucking kid."

"Okay. Okay, I'll bring you Charlie. But you have to come with me. Deal?"

He contemplated it. Something in the back of his head told him this wasn't the right choice. This was the worst possible option, this was walking into a series of traps upon traps— he had to call Sovi. Right now, the move was to call Sovilo and go home. There was a way out of this, and the way out was right now.

Still, Ollie shook Yara's hand.

"Deal."

It might have been the worst decision he's made in his entire life.

[tomssexdoll]

The Gift of Forever

PAIRINGS: Tom 2010 x Female reader

CONTENT: SMUT + FLUFF

SYPNOSIS: It was Y/N's birthday and Tom surprised her by coming home early and showering her with attention, love and gifts. Tom was very busy due to his rockstar career, barely being home. Near the end of the day Tom set up a makeshift dinner outside on the patio, when Y/N opens her last present she's met with something she's been wanting for so long..

REQ AND A/N: Heyyy, soo I have a requestttt. So my birthday is coming up on the 10th and I was js wondering if you could do a 2010 fluff/rough smut dom tom x sub fem reader, basically where it’s the readers birthday and Tom js makes the whole day about her and gives her a “birthday present” at the end of the day. Pretty please and thank you<3 (Btw ur stories are the bestttt!)

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY TO ANON!!! ILYSM, TYSM FOR THE SUPPORT MY LOVE!!!!!

WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (missionary), eating out

It was my birthday, me and Tom had been together for years. He was a famous rockstar, the guitarist for his band Tokio Hotel. He was always quite busy, his album Humanoid going crazy viral and them having gigs all the time. They usually played shows all over Europe, leaving me behind in the process.

I was quite lonely without Tom, he always made up for it of course but I always missed him, the calls not enough. Despite his hectic schedule, Tom carved out a whole week for my birthday. He managed to sneak back home a day earlier than I expected, catching a late night flight just to be with me.

That morning he snuck into the house, he set up balloons, streamers, all kinds of decor to surprise me with. He placed all the presents he got me on the table but had the most important in his pocket. He tip toed to the bedroom, his eyes fixed on my peaceful, sleeping form. He saw the pillow I was holding in my arms, his eyes softening as he realized I must've slept most nights like this, the pillow being a replacement of him.

He slowly climbed onto the bed, gently wrapping his arms around my waist, burying his face in my hair to inhale my familiar scent, the one that felt like home. I stirred awake and turned to look behind me, my eyes widening as I saw Toms face, illuminated by the small amount of light peeking from the windows.

His face broke into a wide grin at my surprised expression. "Happy birthday, mein schatz.." he whispered softly, his German accent more prominent as it usually was when he was emotional. "Missed me?" he chuckled softly, "oh Tom!" I turned around and hugged him tightly, burying my face into his chest. "I didn't think you'd come back for my birthday..I thought you forgot.." I said, my voice slightly muffled.

He hugged me back fiercely, also missing me as much as I missed him, his strong arms enveloping me completely. "How could I forget my girlfriends birthday? You mean everything to me.." he murmured into my hair, his fingers gently tangling through the strands. "I always come back for your birthday, no matter what.." he whispered, pressing a lingering kiss on my forehead.

I always felt safe with Tom, he always took care of me and made sure I knew I was loved. "Speaking of birthdays...why don't you come downstairs and I'll show you the real surprise?" at his words I practically sprung out of bed, a loud chuckle leaving his lips at my excitement.

I threw on a loose t shirt and shorts, running downstairs like a kid on Christmas. Tom watched with a huge smile on his face. When I reached the bottom step I saw the huge bouquet of red roses tied with a beautiful black ribbon. There were also large boxes, small and medium ones wrapped in gold paper. "You did all of this...for me?" I looked around, confused, "you even wrapped the presents?" I finally turned back and looked at him, a grateful smile on my face.

He heard my sweet voice and smiled, "yes baby, I wrapped them myself." He was silent for a moment then called out again, "go on, open them." With a huge grin I practically attacked the presents, ripping the gold paper open.

He watched as I enthusiastically opened my gifts, leaning casually against the wall. "You know, your reaction is the best part of celebrating your birthday, you're absolutely adorable.." he smiled, his words genuine. I looked back at him and my eyes softened, my lips curved into a gentle smile, "that means so much baby..I love you.." I turned back to the present. When I saw what was inside, his heart swelled at my pure joy.

The first box held an elegant diamond pendant necklace, delicate and expensive. "Do you like it love?" he asked softly. I turned around, "do I like it? Babe I love it!" I ran up to him and hugged him tightly. "You remembered I wanted this so bad..I've been talking about it for months.." I looked up at him, adoration in my eyes.

He grinned, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close. "Of course I remembered, I always remember everything you want," he leaned down and kissed my forehead tenderly. "Open the next one.." he said, nodding toward the second box.

It went on like that for an hour, opening all the presents he got me, I was happy with each and every one, all of them having had a lot of thought put into them. That's what I loved about Tom, he didn't get me random designer bags or perfume or jewlery, he got me things that I loved, things he knew would make me this happy.

As the last present was unwrapped Tom couldn't help but smile at my pure joy and excitement. He had poured his heart into every gift, wanting to make this birthday special after being for so long. He knelt down beside me, taking my hands in his, his expression turning softer, "follow me baby..close your eyes, let me lead you.." I nodded and got up, closing my eyes.

He guided me carefully through the house, his hands gently holding mine. He led me to the backyard, the cool evening air filling my lungs as I stepped outside. He gently guided me to a specific spot, making sure I stayed closed-eyed. After a moment he stopped and placed his hands on my shoulders.

"Open your eyes love.." he said softly. When I opened them I was met with the sun just starting to set, the warm orange glow casting over everything. The patio was decorated with fairy lights, candles and a large banner that read, 'happy birthday', in bold letters.

"Oh tom.." I gasped, "this is absolutely beautiful..you did this all while I was asleep?" he chuckled, "duh, you're my everything, you deserve to be spoiled," he said, pulling out a chair at the table, spread with my favourite foods. "Sit, baby.." he ordered softly, "I have something else," he pulled out another small, wrapped box, making me smile again.

I opened it, expecting jewlery again but when I flipped the top of the box I saw a beautiful, diamond ring. My eyes widened, I looked back at him as he got on one knee, taking the box from me. He looked up at me with his piercing brown eyes, his usually stern expression now open and vulnerable.

"You always make everything so easy.." he started, his voice cracking slightly, "you make coming home worth it, you make my life complete..will you marry me, my love?" he smiled softly. My heart raced and tears streamed down my face, "yes! oh my god yes!" I practically jumped into his arms and kissed him passionately.

He pulled back to slip the ring onto my finger, admiring how it looked on me. "You're gonna be my wife.." he whispered against my lips, smiling like an idiot, "god i love you.." I smashed my lips into his again, he deepened the kiss, his hands roaming over my body possessively.

When he broke away he nuzzled into my neck, placing gentle kisses there, "mmh..i'm gonna make love to you all night long.." he smirked, his hands sliding under my shirt. I jumped up into his arms, he caught he effortlessly, laughing as he carried me inside the house, kicking the door closed behind him.

He started walking upstairs, his lips finding mine again as he carried me to the bedroom. He gently laid me down on the bed, standing up to remove his shirt, revealing his chiselled chest. I looked up at him, practically drooling at his defined abs.

He smirked at my hungry expression, unbuttoning his jeans slowly. He knew my favourite sight, his V line disappearing into his boxers. He flexed his muscles unconsciously, watching me bite my lip. "Like what you see..?" he asked softly, pushing down his jeans. "Don't ask me that.." I gasped, watched as he trailed down my body, down to my lower stomach.

He hooked his fingers in my shorts, slowly pulling them down, revealing my legs. He spread them apart, kneeling between them. He ran his hands up my thighs possessively, his eyes locked onto mine. Slowly, he lifted my legs, hooking them over his shoulders. He leaned in close, his breath hot against my inner thigh, sending tingles down my spine.

He placed feather light kisses there before trailing upward, teasing me mercilessly. His hands slid under my ass, gripping it firmly as he got into position. He slowly slid my panties off, ducking his head down and ran his tongue along my slit teasingly. He moaned at my taste, his grip on my ass tightening.

He circled my clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking it between his lips gently. I rolled my eyes back, the pleasure slowly building up, "ohhh fuck..." I groaned, arching my back slightly.

He smirked, knowing exactly what to do to drive me crazy. He spread my legs wider, lifting me up slightly for better access. His tongue delved into my dripping pussy, alternating between that and flicking his tongue over my clit, causing me to let out a long string of moans, my hands desperately grabbing at the sheets, fisting them.

He licked and sucked at my sensitive clit, feeling me writhe beneath him. Occasionally he'd glance up to watch my facial expressions, noting how my lips parted in moans and my eyes rolling back in pleasure. "My birthday girl..so beautiful, you deserve everything..." he groaned, picking up his speed.

He continued his relentless attack on my clit, his tongue flicking rapidly over my sensitive bud, sucking hard, "taste so fucking good, fuck you're so sexy.." he growled. My cries of pleasure spurred him on, and he slid two thick fingers deep into my pussy, curling them upwards to stroke my g spot, while his tongue worked my clit.

I moaned loudly, my chest heaving and my back arching off the bed as the pleasure became unbearable but in a good way. He growled softly, his fingers pumping faster in my pussy, his mouth covering my entire sex, slurping loudly. "So good..love you so much.." he mumbled against my core. He felt my inner muscles contract around his fingers, knowing I was close.

"Fuck! I'm so close, keep fucking going!" I yelped, he could feel my body tensing, ready to explode with my release. He wrapped his strong arms around my hips and pulled me even closer to his face, he sucked hard on my swollen bud, his fingers doubling their effort and pumping even harder, trying to make me cum harder than I ever had before.

I gasped and felt my orgasm wash over me in intense waves, my legs trembling from my orgasm. He moaned deeply as he felt my pussy spasm against his fingers, he continued to lick and suck through my climax, prolonging my pleasure. Finally he slowed his motions, gently kissing my sensitive clit before pulling away.

I watched as he slid down his boxers, grabbing my legs and sliding me closer, our hips touching. Toms thick, throbbing cock pressed against my pussy, still sensitive from all the attention from before. He rubbed the head against my folds, coating himself in my juices before lining himself up.

He looked into my eyes, his own dark with desire, before pushing forward and slamming his entire length inside me in one powerful thrust. "Fuck!" I gasped, my hands flying to his biceps, holding on tightly as he began to move. He wrapped his strong arms around my waist, pulling me to his chest.

We were chest to chest, he began thrusting his massive member deep inside me, rolling his hips against mine. He leaned down and captured my lips in a passionate kiss, filling me completely before pulling back slightly, only to slam forward again. With each powerful thrust he hit my cervix, driving me wild.

He groaned loudly, feeling my slick walls grip his cock with each deep thrust. He angled his hips, targeting my g spot with precision. One hand slid up to my hair, tangling in it. He laid me back down and started to pick up his pace, beginning his relentless fucking.

"Oh fuck, Tom!" I gasped, my eyes rolling back slightly. He loved hearing his name on my lips, "that's it baby..take that big cock.." he murmured, snapping his hips forward harder, causing the bed to creek loudly. My tits bounced with each thrust, making him grow impossibly harder. He wrapped my legs around his waist, going even deeper. He gritted his teeth, feeling me clench around him.

He could feel another release building up quickly inside me. He curled his hips upward, hitting that spot inside me that drove me wild. He growled softly, "you're so god damn sexy, watching my cock disappear in you..fuckkk..." his body glistened with sweat as he pounded into me, his abs flexing with each powerful thrust.

I felt a knot form in my stomach, indicating that I was close. He leaned down and kissed my neck and jawline, sucking softly to leave little marks everywhere he went. "You're perfect...so perfect, 'm sorry im not around a lot, god i love you.." he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.

"Look at me baby..look at me while I fuck you.." he pulled back from my neck, grabbing my chin to face him. "You're mine..only mine baby.." I nodded, leaning in and kissing him passionately. He doubled his efforts, feeling his own release approaching along with mine.

"Baby I'm close.." I whispered insistently against his soft lips. His breath hitched as he realized I was on the edge again and he wasted no time, snapping his hips faster and faster, his cock plunging deep into my soaked pussy. He reached in between our bodies and rubbed my clit furiously, our lips continuously crashing together.

With one final thrust my orgasm crashed down, rippling through my body. He felt my pussy clamp down on him tightly, reeling him in. He thrust deep and held himself there, his own release surging through him. His cum flooded my insides, painting my walls white as he pulsed rhythmically.

"Holy fuck.." he panted, collapsing on top of me. Our chests heaved in unison as he tried to calm down from both of our mind shattering orgasms. He placed soft, breathy kisses to my neck and cheeks, running his hands lovingly down my sides.

When he regained his stamina he slid up the bed, pulling me with him in his arms. "Best birthday ever.." I panted, a lazy smile on my flushed face. He chuckled and kissed me softly, "I'm glad babe..you deserve the world.." he gentle caressed my hair, lulling me to sleep.

tags: @ballhair @bills-wife-1 @bkaulitzlover

tags: @ella1289 @billsdolliest @tomscumdoll

tags: @tomsfuckdoll @tomkslut @miyukafujii

tags: @itsangelll

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please do twin dad!kuroo hcs

Have a good day/night

Twin dad Kuroo HC!

Not proof read!

HUHUHU I LOVE THIS!! GONNA MAKE A LITTLE BONUS!

Working on the rest of your requests soon💞💞

when he first found out your pregnant (you surprised him) he literally flew out from the sofa like IT WAS SO FUNNY

Literally started celebrating and jumping around hugging you,spinning you around 😭

LMFAO PROBABLY TOLD KENMA AND KENMA WAS LIKE “oh so you did the taco and burrito” (ykyk. 😣)

He surely went to pregnancy checkups,did your cravings together,always service you and just comforts you when your sick🫶🏻

But the thing is..he noticed your belly was WAYY bigger then how normal pregnancy bellies

Soo..when one of the checkups..

“Congrats ma’am ,you have twins”

His jaw DROPPED to the GROUND!!

He was literally jumping around like a literal rabbit ,telling everyone.

After knowing is twins instead of one child ,probably went more intense caring about you.

Soo..during the gender reveal party..well iconic,it was a cake

Kenma was holding his laugh in for some reason (docs told Kenma about the gender)

Honestly kuroo didn’t mind any gender in general ,is his and yours kid. He would just love them to death.

And..when you cut the cake..it was pinks AND blue?!

Boy,Kenma laughed like a monkey💀and he said

“Is a boy and a girl”

KUROO FUCKING FLEW OUT OF HAPPINESS ONG.

..okay after months of literal hell,you gave birth and Kuroo was holding his shit in to not cry.

. . . .

After a few years,your kids are 5 years old now!

And the boy surely was more attached to you yet he loves his dad,and the girl surely was attached to Kuroo more

Kuroo has tea parties and dresses up as a princess with your daughter AWWW!😭🫶🏻🫶🏻

He probably plays volleyball with your son,sometimes your daughter if she’s willing to.

Doesn’t have favorite,loves both equally a LOT.

Spoils the kids so much you lecture Kuroo about it

They have their own room with their favorite color (kuroo took HOURS to decorate them and make them good)

Brings the two to get ice cream often😭

Probably brings them to parks and his friends volleyball matches

His friends loves them :) (not the Drake way)

ESPECIALLY HINATA AND KENMA(SURPRISINGLY?!)

Made your kids called Kenma their uncle!! (Lowkey Kenma felt proud)

Honestly didn’t want to watch the kids grow up,he loved them running around the house.

OH YEAH!! The girls first word was papa and the boy was “mama” LMFAO

Always gives the best surprise to your kids,your kids loves your dad and Kuroo loves them too <333

BUTT when they were teenagers !! (13)

The type to say “no girlfriends or boyfriends till your 30”

“Dad,what the hell” THATS ALL HE GOT IN RESPOND

The type to also say “back in my days!!😔”

Whenever your not home,probably eats the most unhealthiest shit ever with them

Probably owns a “best dad ever shirt” AND A FUCKING MUG

The type to make dad jokes 👎

Probably tells his son about his teenage years in secret since his daughter probably does not gaf

Your son is probably more calm and mature but has a silly side and your daughter has a more bold and silly girl in general yk?

Leaves the daughter to you once she hits puberty yk? Girls girls <3

Probably practice volleyball with the two often!

Whenever Kuroo brought some stuff home from groceries and your kids try them and say like “oh ! This js pretty good dad!”

Next day,he buys PACKS of them 💀

When you guys were just all in the living room together he randomly mentioned how hard it was to ask you out on the date

And your daughter went like “of course dad,your a literal loser and mom is a literal goddess”

Your son calmly agreed 💀

He was SO OFFENDED!!

He would still pick them up even when they are in middle school,he sometimes would drive them to school!

Probably might not be the most emotional support father but he tries his best! <3

Literally would beat up that person if they ever make fun of your kid 💀

Goes on morning runs with your son whenever he can

Your kid still love their “uncle” kenma LMFAO

And your so glad kuroo gets along really well with your kids <3

Oh god you just love them 😭

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⭒ the girl with the tattoo (i)

grumpy!matt sturniolo x sunshine!fem oc / reader

summary : matt is a grumpy tattoo artist and y/n books him for her first tattoo.

warnings : needles and pain (not very detailed tho)

mickey speaks : i don't have any tattoos so i actually know nothing ab the procedure lmaooo just guessing but i’ll be writing multiple parts for this. also i am very much self indulging bc i headcannon y/n as poc! but obvi anyone can read there's not much exclusivity ab how i write her, i js wanted to note that for any poc readers <3.

THIS IS PART 1 BTW!!!!

“SHITTT,” you draw out the last syllable at the rumble and screech of your car engine as you continue your attempt to start it.

eventually you throw your head backwards in defeat, annoyed by the unbudging car. this is the actual worst timing. you're supposed to be at the tattoo shop (that is a 12 minute drive from your apartment complex) for an appointment in less than twenty minutes.

you truly want to scream and border on throwing a tantrum but decide it would probably be better to find a solution than complain about the agony further.

you quickly find your roommate's contact, raising your phone to your ear and pinching your eyes shut as the vibrating ring hums through your skull.

"y/n? what's up?" andrea answers confused as you had only just walked out of the door five minutes ago.

"hi drea... so i know you have your own plans right now but is there any way you can give me a ride... please?"

you hear shuffling on the line, "mmm, where to?"

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“thank you again for driving me,” you smile at andrea and squeeze her hand before reaching for the door.

“yes, of course. you can call me when you’re done and i’ll head over here- m’sorry i can’t stay with you.” she replies and exaggerates a frown.

"i'll be fine, i think- i hope..."

"you will be fine. just don't stress or it'll hurt more."

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your arms are crossed tightly over your chest as you make your way into the shop (in its form of an oversized warehouse, fixed up to look stylish and comfortable- something you’d never really seen before). the rickety jingle of a small bell kindly indicates your presence to the rest of the shop.

a few people sitting in a waiting area look up before continuing their conversations (though some continued to stare as you walk by). you see a surprising amount of people crowding in a brightly decorated lounge area, housing many arcade games and a kitchenette.

you reach the receptionist desk and are greeted by a young man dressed casually, humming along to the music playing in the background of the space.

“um, hi. i’m here for my 1:30 appointment.” you state with a smile, you’re suddenly aware of how nervous you truly are.

the brunette looks over to a desktop screen with a soft scrunch of his face, “for y/n, right? huh, that’s crazy…” he rubs his chin, “1:30 was like nine minutes ago,” he looks up at you, almost like he was questioning you; who do you think you are? and why do you think you’re important enough to be late?

as soon as your face begins to morph into fear and embarrassment his own face splits into a large smile as he laughs softly. “i’m sorry- i’m such an ass but i had to- your file said you’re new clientele so i just had to fuck around.”

“you’re sick! i was fully prepared for a fucking lecture on timeliness or something,” you let out a soft laugh.

the boy comes from around the desk holding a paper and clipboard. “yeah, sorry, i’m chris,” he reaches a hand out to which you willingly return and restate your name to him, “‘m not usually up front so you probably talked to asha over the phone when booking.”

you nod and smile at the familiar name, “yeah, she was so helpful over the phone.”

“she’s awesome, i miss her,” he touches each of his shoulders then forehead before kissing his hand and pointing to the sky.

"oh my god? i'm sorry for your loss."

his eyes squint and lips pucker in confusion, "oh, she's not fired she's just on vacation right now."

"so why'd you...?"

chris cuts you off by handing you the clipboard and grabbing a pen from a cluttered mason jar on the desk as he explains, “okay, we’re just gonna have you fill out this quick consultation form; just so you and your artist will be on the same page about things.” you nod in understanding. “keep it brief, matt’s not big on reading large bodies of text,” chris laughs.

“got it,” you smile before turning to find a chair and begin writing. you truly were relieved that chris wasn’t hard on you about being late, for a second you thought you would be lectured and have to carry the guilt of dissapointing someone into a room where you'd be paying to lie in excruciating physical pain. (damn, double homecide)

the sheet had general information to fill before the questions specifically about the tattoo you’d be getting today came.

you go back up to chris once you’re finished.

“cool, follow me we’ll set you up with matt.” he leads the way and your nerves are suddenly back as it's feeling more and more real with each step. you pacify your thoughts by looking around at the many images and messages written in sharpie along the walls of the hallway. there's also plenty of hanging shelves around with vintage trinkets and succulents that compliment the space around.

chris reaches a curtain and dips his head past as if he were checking for something before giving you a chance to see. you notice the small "Matt" embroidered on the black curtain. chris then opens it wide enough for the both of you to walk into the surprisingly large space.

(who you can only assume to be) matt sits comfortably in a wheeled desk chair, legs spread. his elbow rests on the arm of the chair and he holds his head up with two of his fingers, as his middle finger grazes his irritated mouth with a stern look on his face while he scrolls on his phone.

he doesn’t move his position when he looks up at the two of you.

“alright! matt this is y/n,” chris motions between you two. matt hums, placing his phone on the desk and placing his hand out expectantly for the clipboard. chris goes to hand it to him and whispers, “fix your face, jackass,” then turning around to leave you some reassuring words, “good luck y/n, the tat’s gonna look amazing.”

but chris doesn’t see matt exaggerating a large, sarcastic smile from behind him in defense of chris’ words (he immediately drops it though). something that would make you at least giggle if you weren’t so nervous.

“thanks,” your voice is a little hoarse as you haven’t used it in some time. matt watches the boy leave before looking over to you. he rolls the chair closer, reading over your short (as requested) responses.

“you can sit down.” he forms it almost as a question like are you going to sit down or do i have to direct you to do everything?

you sit on the black cushioned bench, lined with a disposable white cloth and begin to fidget with your fingernails as matt goes over your paperwork quietly.

“''kay, so you’re getting a small hello kitty on your lower hip?” he summarizes while checking and signing a few lines on a paper.

“yeah, um, i told asha over the phone that way you could have it sketched already- she told me that’s best and saves time for the both of us.”

his response is a slowed nod and a breathy, “yep,” as he rolls over to his desk and places the clipboard on the surface before opening a drawer and digging through it.

you gaze around the room and wonder if he decorated the space himself or if he wasn’t the type to be bothered enough to add personal things to his work area. almost all the posters are of music artists or tattoos, the most personal things you see are a small picture frame on his desk and a pokémon plushie sat on a chair in the corner of the room. all of which just pose more questions in your working brain.

you notice him switching to a different swivel chair that is lower to the ground and bringing himself (as well as a moving table with already prepared supplies) closer to you.

you’re nervous again. even after your roommate and older brother have both given you advice on first tattoos and the pain expected you’re still finding yourself scared of what to expect. your ear piercings would have nothing on this.

“first tattoo?” matt clarifies, as if he could read your mind. you nod and go to speak but stop when he gestures for you to lay back on the cushion.

you’re sure that he only was searching for a quick confirmation from you and is not too interested in your life or what brings you here but you’ve found that talking relieves your own stress and you absolutely cannot just lay there and only speak when spoken to.

“yeah, i guess m’nervous. i just hope i don’t, like, die from pain or hate the outcome or curse myself in a couple years for the placement- but it's not that i'm doubting that it'd be cute. younger me would be screaming at the fact that i'm even here..." you pause just for a second. "but then again i'm not sure how much forty year old me will appreciate it. so i guess i just don’t know. you know?”

you lean yourself up to get a look at matt, only to realize he has airpods in and simply has not been listening or interested in you (just as you expected). he’s moving his head the smallest amount to the beat as he works on his sketch.

he notices your movement though and takes a headphone out of his ear, “are you okay?” is all he asks.

a pretty broad question. and an anxiety inducing question to ask a girl who's been questioning her decisions as much as you have. you hope you’re okay. will you still be okay when this (mostly) permanent decision is etched into your skin forever? is he okay? will he give you any sense of encouragement or comfort during this process? are tattoo artists typically like this or are you just considered especially needy clientele?

“yeah, i just was- like, curious, i guess.” you mumble a little and internally hate that you feel so insecure in this situation. so out of control.

“was just adjusting my sketch to be a smaller. nothing crazy happening over here.” he shrugs. “you can go ahead and pull your shirt up, though. i’m just gonna clean the area and prep before inking.” he explains to you very straight and to the point.

you fall back into place and obey, inching your shirt up further to expose your lower stomach. you drape your arms over your face to gain composure as you hear matt rip some packaging.

the coolness of the cleaning pad sends your stomach butterflies and you try to not think too hard about the fact that matt’s hands will be on your lower stomach and hip for a good length of time.

eventually matt speaks to you again, “i’m starting so if you’re feeling the need to get the fuck out you gotta do it now or for forever hold your peace.”

you smile a little at his dry joke but when you turn your head to see him fully serious you blink, “no, i’ll be fine. thanks though.”

he just nods his head and goes to put his airpods back in before you’re interrupting again, “wait. whatcha listening to?”

he’s suprised by the question. his clients rarely get too involved in what he’s doing. mostly because he does a great fucking job no matter how few words he may utter over an entire session. there's a mutual understanding there that he's never had to speak up about to anyone. other artists use a strong bond or charisma to secure returning customers but matt finds there’s nothing better to display than his pure talent and passion for his craft. that’s how he keeps clients. they ask and he will always deliver; and that’s how he particularly likes it. no questions and minimal conversation.

the sound of the tattoo gun begins and just for your sake he decides to answer the question without malice, “just some frank ocean instrumental tracks." he places his hands back onto your skin, "don’t start moving.”

you pinch your eyes shut and squeeze your forearms as soon as the initial pain takes over. it’s a feeling you can only describe as a needle poking into you a trillion times at once. which is literally what's happening to you.

you’re not oblivious to matt’s disengagement with your attempts at conversation but you need him to continue to speak to you or else you’ll think too much about the needle actively puncturing you. “oh yeah? i’ve never listened to him before…”

“surprising. he’s pretty big.” matt mumbles slightly, focusing on his work far more than his slight interest in your knowledge of frank ocean.

“mhm. i’ve been meaning to give him a listen. could you share?”

matt’s eyes just move to look up at your face as he tries not to beg you to just be quiet and let him do this so that you both can leave within an hour. “i’m good on that.” he returns to tattooing.

“huh? you can’t share music?”

“i would prefer not to but-” he doesn’t even know why he’s continuing to fuel this anymore.

“what if i add a pretty,” you pause to wince a little as the needle moves lower, “pretty please?”

“i’m almost done,” he mumbles the lie.

“matt?”

he pauses for only a second to glance over to you. he’s met with a face scrunched in pain with an attempted smile that he thinks makes you look more like a doped up hippie than the cute effect you were going for. you plead after his glance, “pretty please?”

he rolls his eyes and sets his tattoo gun down, reluctantly swiveling over to his desk. before you even realize what exactly he’s doing there’s a airy beat of drums and piano playing from a small speaker in the room.

once he's back over to you he can tell you’re smiling even though your face is mostly covered by your arms. “thank you, i needed a distraction or something.”

he mumbles an “mhm” and returns to his work.

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there was generally no talking after that. only a few moments you observed (due to your need to cling on to literally anything going on besides the pinching at your lower side) that were any indication of matt's quiet presence. you noticed when matt would softly hum the lyrics to the instrumentals over the speaker and when you began to tap your fingers out of boredom and nerves, to which he simply placed his hand over them to force them flat while muttering a small “stop.”

when matt was completely finished he asked you if he could take a picture to add to his instagram and you agreed eagerly. he then added a strip of tattoo film over a layer of protective ointment. after he helped you to fully stand he explained how to care for it and how important cleaning is because “that shit will get gunky as fuck.” and you told him that you promise to do everything he said. he also gave you a detailed list on a card for you to follow just in case you forget.

you glance down at your tattoo one last time before you begin to leave the room you’d just spent a lengthy hour of your life in. you assume matt doesn’t want much else from you until he calls your name from his desk. you turn and see him still looking at his phone before glancing up, “uh, what’s your insta handle, so i can tag you in this?”

you don’t know why you’re surprised but you are.

you agree to exchange handles with him before deciding to compliment him once more, “my tattoo is perfect, by the way. i love it so much, thank you.” you want to tell him that you hope you didn’t annoy him too much but you don’t know if that will annoy him more. so you take his nod and hint of a smile as his way of showing appreciation, keeping your own smile bright to mask the crushing feeling of someone seeming so indifferent towards you.

after walking past the curtain and through the trinket-filled hallway you’re back to the main area of the warehouse. you see a different collection of people gathered playing pool and some more huddled on a couch looking at a girl’s phone in awe. chris is busy talking with what seems to be a close friend when you walk up to the reception desk.

when his eyes find your bright expression he’s bouncing back with energy, “hey! i’m assuming it went well?" he asks.

"very well. glad it's over though, i can't lie." you laugh while taking your debit card from your purse.

"yeah, definitely not the best feeling. especially when matt's ugly face is that close to you." chris jokes and takes your card to cash you out.

you laugh along with him but assure him that matt's looks weren't an issue. he raises his eyebrows and has a growing smirk that travels to his eyes when he gives you your card back. you try not the blush at the implication, "i didn't mean it like that."

"right," he nods and chuckles softly, "well hopefully you'll be back for another eventually?" he hands you a receipt.

"i mean how could i not with such a sweet receptionist asking me? i'm sure you get everyone to come back," you joke.

chris shrugs with a cocky grin, "somethin' like that."

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"oh my god it's fucking adorable, what?!" andrea exclaims with a spoonful of frozen yogurt still in her mouth.

she initally begged to see it as soon as she picked you up but you dramatically told her you had just experienced the worst pain of your life and you'd need a sweet treat if you were planning to not sleep the rest of the day away. so she just rolled her eyes and demanded you show her once you both arrive at your favorite frozen yogurt shop (conveniently down the street from your apartment complex).

"i knowww," you respond and quickly pull the lower part of your shirt down with a smile, taking a seat across from drea.

"how'd it go, though? i'm curious. i've only been to warehouse 79 like once, and it was for an event."

"it was good, they were all generally kind and my guy did exactly what i wanted. i'm pretty happy."

"'my guy,' oh okayy?" she takes a bite and smirks.

"not what i meant! i should have just said matt. like, the guy who did my tattoo-"

"mhmm."

"stop.” you smirk, “i mean he was not ugly by any means but he seemed to not care to get to know me at all. which is fine, he's not paid to care about me. but i doubt i'll ever see him again." you shrug taking another bite of frozen yogurt.

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[baestruly]

heyyy!! i love your works!! i was wondering if you could maybe do a single dad!jj maybank x single mom! reader? maybe jj is in the store with his daughter/son and suddenly they throw a tantrum because they can’t afford a toy or something.. and jj is getting frustrated and trying to make them quiet down.. and reader is like “it’s okay” and giving him advice and stuff. and she and jj is like so thankful and then they go on a date and her daughter/son, and his daughter/son have like a play date and they’re js so happy. idk if this makes sense😭😭 i’m sorry

( 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 )  jj maybank x fem!singlemomreader

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ IN WHICH you and jj are out to get a gift for each of your sons when you cross paths

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - fluff

a/n - this was lowk requested a while ago so i'm sorry for how late this is </3

You pushed open the door, having to let go of your little one's clammy hands. You never complained, though, because he would never let you go, and you had no problem with it.

Theo was your son, and yes ━━ you’re young, blah, blah, blah, that’s what everyone says! You’re so sick of hearing the same things every day, especially the weird looks of people. Why were they so quick to judge? For all they knew he could be your little brother!

But he wasn’t and you never regretted having him for a second. Okay ━━ you regret ever getting with your now ex-boyfriend, but you’ve always tried to look for the good in situations. If you’d never met him you wouldn’t have had Theo.

Theo was a ball of joy. He loved the outdoors, especially playing near the water. The small boy would build castles with sand and collect rocks to decorate them with. Sometimes, if he found prettier ones, he would bring them back to the house and add them to the collection on his shelf. He just loved anything that had to do with nature, and it made you smile. He was growing up to be like you.

Today was his fifth birthday and to celebrate, you decided to treat him to a visit to the closest toy store not far from the beach. He had plenty of toys at home, but Theo was always grateful for anything you offered him, like new toys, books, or foods he’d never seen. He was always curious to try and learn something new.

The doorbell rang as you entered the colourful room, the walls painted with rainbow and different safari animals. Theo was already in awe as his eyes excitedly scanned the tall walls. It was funny that was the first thing he’d noticed, but of course, his eyes shifted to the Lego on the back wall and he immediately sprinted to it. 

Of course, only resulting in him knocking over another kid in the process. 

Oh no. Please don’t start crying━━

People have assumed you were the mean snobby type based on not only how you dressed, but what you were classified as━━a kook.

Not all kooks were snobby. So, you quickly ran up to Theo and helped him up before turning to the boy he’d knocked over, he hadn’t hit his head, but you could tell he wanted to cry and was trying his best not to.

“Oh my gosh━━I am so so━━”

Suddenly, a guy about the same age as you━━maybe his older brother? ━━ came into view above where you were crouched on the ground to talk to the little boy. He looked worried and confused about what just happened.

Immediately, you tore your eyes away to help the boy up, meeting his small blue eyes. “You okay, buddy? I’m so sorry━━Theo, say you’re sorry.”

Theo sheepishly looked up as he’d been staring at the ground, ashamed. “Sorry.” He drawled, playing with his fingers. 

You were glad no one got hurt and then you remembered the other guy standing right beside you. 

“Hey━━I’m so sorry for all of this, I'm glad he’s okay, sorry for the trouble—”

“Relax, relax. It’s fine, right bud!” He poked the boy in the arm, making him giggle and squeak with laughter. Then, he eyes Theo. “Just a slip-up, no need to feel bad.”

You smiled, grateful that he wasn’t that type of person and just nodded before following Theo to the legos.

After about three minutes, Theo picked out the Lego trucks as his birthday gift. Guiding him to the check-out, you noticed the boy from before stomping his feet angrily and the other crouched down trying to hold him still. He looked frustrated and it was obvious he was trying to keep that emotion at bay for the sake of everyone in the store.

But a little boy wouldn’t get that, so he just continued yelling━━something along the lines of “You promised!” And “you said that last time!.”

Scrunching your brows, you went in line behind them, hesitant because you didn’t want them to feel pressured, but that only made the boy scream louder after eyeing the toy you held for Theo.

The guy firmly placed his hands on the little boy's shoulders. “Here, listen, when I finish working for the Cameron’s boat next week, I can get you two toys instead of just one, how does that sound?” He whispered with a tough smile, trying to reason with him. 

The boy had stopped his meltdown, but his anger quickly turned to disappointment with the news as his shoulders sagged once the guy took his hands off them. “Okay.” 

You watched with sorrow as the guy stood up, ready to leave. But before you knew what you were doing, your hand grasped his arm.

Okay━━maybe that was bad on your part━━y’know, touching a stranger and all, but they were in a hurry, and you wanted to do something good for someone, which could also make up for the little mishap that happened earlier. 

“Hey! Uh━━not that I was eavesdropping or anything, but━━um, it’s okay, y’know? I can get it, it’s no big deal.” You offered with a welcoming and reassuring smile. 

The guy's face turned confused with the offer like it was the weirdest thing he’s heard in a while. Maybe it was, especially coming from a kook, to which all pogues viewed as rich stubborn brats. But that wasn’t the case with you and nor did you want Theo to be brought up like that either.

Then he shook the confusion away, face turning cold. It wasn’t some kind of setup, but he’d seemed to be going against you. “No━━I can’t accept that, thanks for the offer.”

Your voice turned into a whisper. “No, really, it’s okay.” You smiled. “Do something nice for him and forget about this, okay? I don’t know you guys, but you deserve it.”

The guy seemed hesitant as he nodded, still weary and unsure. But he looked down at the small boy standing at his side, completely unaware of the conversation between the two of you, and he stood taller. 

You nodded back, going ahead to pay for Theo’s legos and an art set you guessed the other picked. The cashier seemed to notice the good deed and gave you a smile before handing you back two gifts after you paid. 

Outside the toy store sat the two boys while you held the art kit in your hand. 

“Hey! it seemed to be a glitch in the system, I think the person ahead said this was for you?” You looked at the boy, and his eyes immediately lit up. 

“You did get it?! Wow━━thanks so much, Dad.” He yelled, bubbling with excitement as he jumped in his━━you guessed━━dad's arms.

Dad.

The words that flew out of the boy's mouth made the guy look sheepish. You knew that look all too well, the same kind where you felt you were being judged with every move. Little did he know, you were free of any judgment here!

“Hey━━uh, thanks so much, I really appreciate it.” He said gratefully, a smile on his face as he looked at the little boy and Theo, who were showing off their new toys to each other. 

“It’s no big deal.” You said back, but you could tell what he was thinking━━you were a kook pitying a pogue, but that’s not what it was like at all. You’d been at his position once before and everyone deserves to live happily, whether it was just a nice gesture or a little help with problems at home. “Really. This is my little one too.” 

You smiled at Theo, now immersed in some sort of giggle fit between the two boys. 

“He looks a lot like you, he’s a really sweet boy.” 

You smiled, “thanks.” Your heart warms at his comment. He was smiling too, but not at the two boys below, but at you. As you look up and his eyes meet yours, he awkwardly smiles again with a nod, going to grab his son's hand. 

“Time to get going, buddy.” He says to him cheerfully. “It was nice to meet you guys.” 

“Wait!” 

His head snapped back, stopping in his tracks as his son turned too. 

“I never really got your name, did I?”

━━━━━━━━

The date was set. After more talking between the two of you ━━ JJ, asked if you wanted to grab dinner later that day, of course, you said yes. 

You weren’t sure where you were going to go, but in the outer banks, there were lots of nice outdoor places near the water, complete with good music and mellow lights. You couldn’t hide the excitement on your face.  

“Mommy ━━ why you so happy?” Theo questions, head turning to the side momentarily before he continues driving his red toy car up the side of the wall. 

You smiled. “Remember the nice man at the toy store?” 

“Oh, ya! Can I pretty please have a playdate with the other boy?” Theo pleaded, abandoning his truck and running up to you, wrapping his arms around your legs. 

You laugh, playfully prying him off of you. “Don’t dirty my new jeans you rascal!” 

As you begin running after him, Theo’s giggles all around the room as he screams before the doorbell rings suddenly.

Did he come all this way? You could’ve met up with him, so he didn’t have to go to the kook side. Apparently, he had some enemies ━━ if that’s what you would call it. 

You open the door, heart pumping fast. You’re met with a mop of blonde hair and a charming smile. “Hey.” 

“Hello!” His son. 

“Wowo, Mommy he did come back!” Theo screamed excitedly, not because he was talking about JJ, but because his new friend was there too. 

JJ smiled sheepishly, “he couldn’t stop talking about Theo. I figured we all could see each other.” 

You laughed, looking at the two boys as Theo ran inside to show JJ’s son his red toy car. 

“I know a great recipe for chicken alfredo?” You question, unsure of the new situation. 

JJ claps his hands, head swinging. “It’s a date.” 

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masterlist              jj masterlist

[sturnioloszn]

BLONDIE - N.S

summary; your best friend calls you over to his house to help him dye his hair and, in the process, convinces you to dye your eyebrows.

warnings; none, js a fluff w the nicolas stromboli.

a/n; another nick fic, there is actually a massive shortage of nick fics, and i'm here to change that. also, blond nick was a massive slay, the look should make a comeback (along w the mullet).

"Bitch, did you just wake up?" Nick's voice echoes into my quiet room. I rub my eyes and let a yawn escape my lips before answering.

"It's only... 12:33," I groan, looking at the time on my phone. I was woken by the sound of my phone violently buzzing on my nightstand only to find out it was an incoming call from my best friend.

"What do y'mean only?!" He exclaims, making me quickly pull the phone away from ear due to the deafening volume he was speaking at.

"I mean only, now, what is sooo urgent that you had to disturb my beauty sleep?" I ask, releasing another yawn and pulling the phone back to my ear.

"I was calling to ask if you wanted to come over, I'm dying my hairrrr," he sings. Dying his hair?? Oh god, I have to see this mess.

"I'll be over in an hour, don't you dare start without me," I warn, rising from my bed and heading to my bathroom. The cold tiles against my bare feet make me shiver and get goosebumps all over my back and arms.

"I wouldn't dream of it, see ya soon," he says, ending the call. I'm now standing in my bathroom mirror, looking at the bird nest that formed in my hair overnight. I grab the nearest hairbrush and comb out the mess sitting on top of my head before taking a refreshing shower to really wake me the fuck up.

Roughly an hour later, and my uber is pulling up to Nicks. I knock on their door, after a few seconds, the door swings open, and I'm greeted by Nick's cheesy smile.

"Took you long enough," he says, as we make our way upstairs to his bathroom. On the way up, I briefly greet Matt and Chris, who are sitting on the couch, watching Gravity Falls.

"What colour are you even doing?" I ask, stepping into his bathroom. Nick's green decor was so welcoming as usual, and the hung picture of him as a kid brushing his teeth is adorable.

"Drum roll, please.... blond!!" He says, hitting his against the counter to imitate the sound of a drum.

I'm in complete shock. Out of all the possible colour options I thought about on the drive over, blond didn't even cross my mind.

"Blond?! Why blond?" I ask, still trying to pick my jaw up from the floor.

"I have no idea, but I'm feeling it so fuck it," he says grabbing the box of bleach sitting on his counter and opening it up.

Within minutes, I'm holding a brush covered with dye and layering it thickly onto Nick's brunette strands.

"This is insane, your gonna look like fucking Fred from Scooby Doo," I laugh, looking at his face through the mirror. We both break into laughter and the jokes keep flowing from there.

After a solid 10 minutes of applying the bleach to his hair, it's finally completely covered, and we've tied a plastic bag to his head to let the bleach process.

"How long does this shit stay on my head for?" He asks, flopping onto his bed.

"No fucking clue, if I had to guess, I'd say until it burns," I reply, before falling onto his bed right next to him.

"BURNING? FUCK NO, YOU WANT ME BALD," He shrieks, before googling how long it's actually supposed to process for. While we wait, we continue to crack jokes about all the characters he's going to look like blond, and tears are starting to form.

"YOU'RE GONNA LOOK LIKE FUCKING JOHNNY BRAVO," I wheeze as the alarm on his phone goes off indicating that it's time to rinse off the dye.

"Shut the fuck up and come help me rinse this shit," he laughs making his way to the bathroom, with me following right behind him.

As we enter the bathroom, he notices the leftover bleach in the bowl and a wicked grin grows on his face.

"I'll give you 50 bucks if you dye your eyebrows with the leftover bleach," he says, looking over to me.

"Make it 80, and you have a deal," I challenge. I don't actually mind dying them. It was only eyebrows, and I could dye them back whenever so I was down to fuck around and find out.

"Deal," he accepts, grabbing the brush and begins applying the bleach to my eyebrows.

"If you drop any in my eyes, I will fight you," I say, shielding my eyes while laughing.

He eventually coats my eyebrows, and I begin to rinse his hair under the sink. As I'm rinsing I'm noticing that the blond is looking awfully orange.

"Nick...,"

"What? What's wrong?" He asks with pure terror lacing his voice.

"You might want to see yourself..." I say as he lifts his head to look at himself in the mirror. His jaw drops.

"What. The. Fuck. Is. This." He says, pronouncing every word loud and clear. I press my lips together, trying to restrain my laugh, but it's no use.

"You look like a bottle of honey mustard," I cackle. Nick turns around and serves me a playful punch on my arm. His hair was a shade of yellow-ish orange instead of the light blond it was meant to be.

"THIS ISN'T FUNNY," He says, combing his fingers through his hair. Tears start forming at my eyes again, and this time, they roll down my cheeks because it actually is funny. Hilarious even. But I instantly stop laughing when I remember the same dye is in my eyebrows right now.

Nick notices my look of sudden concern, and that's when he also comes to my same realisation.

"HAH, WHO HAS THE LAST LAUGH NOW, BITCH," He says pointing at my eyebrows. I push him to the side and instantly scrub my eyebrows under the faucet, trying to get rid of the dye before it has any effect on my eyebrows.

Unfortunately, it was too late. My eyebrows matched the tangerine colour of Nick's hair. We stared at ourselves in the mirror before bursting into laughter once again.

After drying Nicks hair, we agreed that we were both in serious need of some toner. We rushed downstairs to find Matt to ask if he could drive us over to the nearest shop so we could fix our mess.

We go into the living room to find only Matt sitting on the couch now. As we approach him, he turns to look at us, and his eyes widen like he has just seen a dragon blow fire.

"What the hell did you guys do??" He says, fixating on Nick's hair and my eyebrows. We explained how we got into the mess and then asked him if he could drop us off to get some toner.

"Fuck no, I'm not being seen in public with you idiots looking like that, find another way," he says, getting up from the couch, leaving me and Nick alone in the living room.

We turn to look at each other and just start laughing all over again. With all the dumb shit I do, I'm glad I get to share it with my best friend. I really wouldn't have it any other way.

a/n; no lie, with that one pic of nick with his head out the window and his hair slanted to one side, he rlly does look like johnny bravo; if you don't k who that is I beg you search it up!! anyway, thanks for reading this fic, love youu! 💙

[luvsturniolo]

Hi do you think you could do a nick x male reader where the reader has been sad and nick surprises him with a date in the backyard and gives him a kiss as they just like lay under the moonlight

ー ★ !! starkissed

pairing : nick sturniolo x male!reader

synopsis : described in req ^^

a/n : okay i’m really hoping that this isn’t bad because i don’t want to portray these characters incorrectly. if u have any constructive criticism feel free to lmk !! also, i aplogize that it's kinda short.

wc : 0.9k

you've had a horrible week so far. well, nothing specific happened to make it shitty, but there hasn't been a single positive thought run through your head recently. every bone in your body feels exhausted and you're sick of it. you want to feel normal. you want to be happy. but you just cant like your mind is going agianst you – trying to make you upset. and if so, it's definitely working.

your boyfriend has noticed your change in demeanor and has been trying his hardest to cheer you up. he's gifted you with flowers ; snuck into your room at night for cuddles ; surprised you with your favorite snacks ; etc. but nothing's worked. and you feel even shittier knowing that your bad mood makes him feel responsible.

the last thing you want is for him to think it's his fault that you're upset. because it's not his fault! and you wish you could explain to him why you're sad, but you can't. you can't even explain to yourself why you're upset. god, you're so incredibly sick of feeling like this.

as you lay in your bed, trying to take a nap, slow music blares through your headphones. you're wearing your comfort hoodie – one that nick gave you on your guys' first date – with the hood pulled over your hair. under the fabric, you have speakers covering your ears to play music. you were hoping that if the singer's voice was loud enough, it would drown out your thoughts and you could focus on something other than being sad for once. but of course, it's not working.

just as you're about to fall alseep, you feel your phone vibrate with a message from nick. you know it's from him because he's the only contact you don't have on DND. you lazily grab and unlock your phone, opening snapchat where he texted you from.

babe !! what're u doing rn ?

js laying in bed .. why

bc i was wondering if u wanted to come over to my place for the night :)

sure <3

you turn off your phone and stuff it into the pocket of your hoodie before removing your headphones from your ears – a wave of sadness washing over you due to the lack of noise to distract you from all the shit going on in your life right now. you scoot over to the edge of your bed and put on the pair of shoes closest to you at the moment. your outfit looks like shit, to be honest. but whatever. at least it reflects what's going on in your life, right?

you and nick live in the same neighborhood so his house is only a few blocks away on foot. after leaving your house, your arrive at his about seven minutes later. you knock on the door and awkwardly stand on the porch for a moment before nick swings it open and pulls you into a tight embrace, hugging you happily. he pulls back and peppers your face with kisses, making you smile a tad.

"i have a surprise for you." he tells you, grabbing your hand and gently pulling you inro the house. you chuckle, shutting the door behind you as you're guided into the backward. in the center of the yard, you see a tent. you can tell nick put it up and decorated the inside to be pretty for you judging by the light shining through the fabric causing small shadows to splay across the grass. "i thought it'd be nice to lay under the stars tonight."

"under the stars?" you mimick, cocking your head to the side with a small and teasing smile grazing your lips. "how romantic, nicolas."

"well, matt and chris won't be here tonight. so i thought it'd be a good idea to do something with you. i can tell you've been in a shitty mood and even though you said i can't fix it, i hate seeing you like this." nick rambles, making your smile widen even more at the sound of his voice rushing out. "also, i know how much you love astronomy and stars and everything. so i thought it'd be nice to watch them together. y'know there's supposed to be an alignment tonight? i read on some website that mercury –"

you cut off his ranting by grabbing him by the cheeks and cupping his face in your hands. he instantly shuts up and you laugh before pressing your mouth to his. he smiles against your lips and your mood raises by a lot from that simple gesture.

you break the kiss and tell him that you love his idea. with that, you guys make your way down the yard to his tent. just as you'd thought, nick had decorated it to look comfy. there are about ten blankets on the floor and a few on top for warmth while you sleep. he also brought out a ton of pillows and a flashlight – which is what must have caused the shadows you saw. on the roof of the tent, there's a mesh netting so you can see the sky but also be inside.

you flop backward onto the blankets, making nick laugh at you. he reaches up and turns off the flashlight so you can see the stars better. then, he lays down beside you, resting his head on your chest to look up at the night sky peppered with little suns.

"they look like diamonds," you mutter in a whisper. "they're so little and there are so many. yet they never fail to take my breath away."

you feel nick sigh, "you're kinda like a star, then."

"what?" you ask.

"there are so many people in this world. and everyone is so small in comparison to the universe." he explains. "and yet, you're my favorite of them all. and you never fail to take my breath away."

tags : @kasqnxx @lvrsparadise @prettysturniolo @strniolo @urmyslxt @cupidsturniolo @opheliaofficial07 @thetriplets3 @sturn1olo-ffics @uhnanix @deadxrx @kitaysworld @lovelysturniolo @wilmalovegood @ladylokilaufeyson5 @sturniolopepsi @strnilolo @knowingnothingnoel @its-jennarose @lea0518 @slaysturniolo @sturnlover @tcvazq

[ultr6violnce]

smutty chris kenton hc's!!! <3

a/n: i literally had to make up half of these cuz um i found it so hard to characterize him so if some of these don't feel like they fit him i apologise profusely

okay so i think it's fair to say he'd be fairly inexperienced y'know like he's a virgin so he really luvs when you take him through it or guide him cuz poor boy doesn't know what he's doin :((

he's very into recording sex. like having you as his own cam girl/boy he luvs it sm. like js having u on all fours as profusely pounds you whilst recording it. he gets off on it alot.

he loves receiving head more than giving. he js loves the feelin' of your lips wrapped around his aching cock , taking him as far as you can down your throat.

he is very loud. especially when you give him head like oml. the second u wrap ur pretty lips around the head of his cock , he is filling that room with the loudest moans ever. and he sounds so pretty too :(( his chest would just be rising and falling as loud moans/whimpers spill from his lips and fill the room completely.

feel like he'd be a fan of cuddle fuckin'. like y'know you'd be over at his house and he'd be spooning you on his bed and he'd get a little hard y'know havin' you pressed against him and he'd start of by pressing himself against you and yk grinding against you until he'd finally just begin to fuck you as he has you wrapped in his arms.

he also loves giving u head. (fem!reader): hes so sloppy w it like oml. that boy will be SOAKED from his mouth and down with ur juices from practically burying his face in ur pussy. (masc!reader): he'd also be quite sloppy with it , but he'd make sure he can try n' take ur cock as much as he can yk?? he'd defo gag alot but he'd take as much of it and as sloppily as he wants js to make u happy :3

he loves having hickey's. like when u give him them and just decorate his skin in purple love bites. he'd be so proud of them and would show them off any chance he got , even when his friends were ab he'd probably just walk around shirtless js so they could see the decorated masterpiece you'd created on his skin js to rub it in their faces ab how lucky he is.

he also luvs to jerk off. he just luvs stroking his cock softly and he'd defo be the type to rub his thumb over his tip just make it more intense. n' he'd be so loud. like oml , he'd just be squirming on his bed as he just continuously rubs his thumb over his sensitive and achin tip , making him moan like there's not tomorrow.

he also luvs toys , mainly js simple things like a fleshlight n' maybe a cock ring?? but probably mainly js a fleshlight. like if ur not there and he rlly can't have you , he'll just fuck the shit out of that fleshlight like the world is gonna end.

oh and he cums alot!!! no matter whether he's cummin' inside or painting ur body in it he'd js cum a ton. js thick and big loads of cum would continuously leak from his cock. so ya he defo would cum alot no matter what!!

a/n: HEYYY so this took me quite a while as i was mostly js sat here like a nob wondering what to write but i managed to put this tg n' i rlly hope u like it and it's good enuff cuz i tried my best :(( js let me know if there's anythin i could add next time!! this was hard since i wasn't sure how well to characterize him but i managed to fix this up and this is what came out of it so enjoy!! BAIII :33 <3

[cherrysurf]

merry christmas from the cherry blossom boutique! we hope your holidays go amazing. normal pinned here

as a thank you please come join our month long celebration! now closed

Welcome to make your own Christmas boyfriend

here’s how it works!

send an ask! after that pls be specific when writing requesting.

also! if you really want a specific activity, au or genre that isn’t on the list i can try my best to make it happen but don’t hold me accountable to that

pick your favorite haikyu boy;

(you can also do random js lmk!)

-hinata, osamu, kita, ushijima, dachi, suna, atsumu, iwaizumi, oikawa, kuroo, kenma, bokuto, semi, sakusa, tsukishima, kageyama, akaashi, yamaguchi, konoha, aran, suga, noya, yaku

(pls pick from this list just because i’m mostly good at writing for these characters) reminder i only write in timeskip unless asked differently

pick an activity;

if you want ice skating ask for ginger bread cookies!

if you want secret santa ask for snowman cake pops!

if you want carriage ride around town ask for santa cupcakes!

if you want christmas lights ask for cut-out sugar cookies!

if you want christmas shopping ask for warm baked apple pie!

if you want the famous mistletoe kiss ask for gingerbread truffles!

if you want late night hot coco ask for hot chocolate!

if you want christmas mornings ask for peppermint bark!

if you want christmas nights ask for chocolate chip reindeer cookies! 

pick an au;

Coffee shop; bring a holiday movie

Secret admirer; bring a gingerbread house to decorate

Christmas party; bring christmas cards

friends to lovers; bring small ornaments

brother best friends troupe; bring a secret santa gift

parents; bring christmas cookies

pick a genre;

fluff; lets go visit santa at the mall!

angst to fluff; let’s go christmas shopping!

comfort: let’s set up the christmas tree

note: i’m not the super best at angst(and if i do write it it last like 2.5 seconds lol) but i have been trying, these will probably be super cheesy but that’s just apart of the christmas spirit.

[virocci]

hehe hi ppl

life update once again

SOOOOO first day of school was a week and a half ago now and ive alrdy had three quizzes 😋 this sem i haaaaave gr12 ela, gr11 social studies, gr11 physics aaaaaand gr11 fashion!!!!!!! im also doing gr11 bio night classes :3

it feel sooooo weird not doing chem anymore like wtf??? i got so used to doing chem its so strange that im NOT doing it. i also havent gotten any diploma grades back and it suuuuuuucks, its like so stress inducing 😭

i rlly like my ela and social teacher :3 they chill, my physics teacher is still a liiiiil iffy, i DID NOT like him on the first day but he growin on me yk? and then i had my fashion teacher last year, she chill, i like her

also bio night classes are SO BLEGH. ive never been good at doing courses online and its also an accelerated course it js sucks. i got a 63% on the last quiz we did 😭

soeaking if quizzes i also had a physics quiz THAT I THOUGHT I DID GOOD ON. but i ENDED UP GETTING 78% LIKE WHAT (i got 4 qus wrong out of 18 qus) somtimes i js like crash out cuz wtf, house is getting 4 qus wrong a 78

besides schoooooool my brain has not been doin too hot, legit cried fir no reason last night 😋 but we vibe ig

ive also been grinding out acnh lately, idk why but during exam break i watched alotta acnh soeed builds and then got the itch to play, my island was NOT doung to hot but now im working on it and its so cutsie. im tryna make a run down abandoned town thats been reinhabited :3 its acc beeen sooooo fun playing. tbh i started decorated cuz the island im on is the ive had since i started so i feel like i should do it justice before u restarted yknoww

besides acnh, i also progressed more is persona 5 :3 im a total of 15 hours in when u renter the second castle again :D its acc so fun… ive js been obsessed with acnh hehe…

in terms of zzz and hsr… i havent acc played much lol i finished both updates so am js chilling, i log in occasionally to do some farming but thats rlly it. for zz i have like 150 pulls saved for the vtuber girls so im v excited for them!!!!!

(im now continuing this 2 days later lololol)

om feb. 7th i got my dads wii back from my grandparents!! am sooooo happy i got it back, literally ecstatic. i spent all day saturday modding it and getting games :3 at one point i spent 2 hours trying to fix a problem but haha guess what, i named the file wbsf instead of wbfs by accident :,) js me being stupid lol. i download some games i thought would be fun (ac city folk, ookami, resident evil 4, red steel, WII SPORTS), id like some recommendations if ppl have any :> i even got themes and made it pretty!!! i rlly hope to get a 3ds somewhat soonish? i want one so i can mod it and SPECIFICALLY play tomodachi life and pokemon sun & moon lol. also would love to play style savy on it hehe. i rlly wanna find a 3rd controller so i have enough controllers for me and the wivess and the wii motion plus extensions so that i can play wii sport resorts!!!!. continuing the nintendo console rant, im also vvv excited for the switch 2!! ever since like the leaks for it ive been superrrr excited for it and rlly can't wait. im gonna tryyyy and get it by release hehe <3

overall, i recently have gained the urge to collect games consoles :>

OMG AND ALSO

i be feeling like i am on AIR like i didnt notice before but i am so much happier JUST NOT HAVING MY MATH TEACHER.

im thinking of rearranging my collection stuff in my room but idk how to do it rn so :3 i might figure it out but i dunno :>

anyways idk what to say anymore, its cold outside, like -40 cold, so sad and im sick so its not fun :(

anyways byebye :3

(song for u bcuz u read aaaaall that :D its acc highkey a comfort song lol)

[metallica-jk]

I AM SO SO SO PROUD OF THISSS

I decided to do the door scene from TIG where Avery needed to figure out which key was the right one out of like hundreds of keys BUT from Jamesons perspective and in my opinion it turned out SO GOOOD!!! so imma js post it and see what everyone thinks <3

(I had to fix it bc it didnt match the actual story so...)

She has the keys. Hundreds of them actually, and only one opens the lock on the massive brown door in front of us. 

“You’ll figure it out” I say and only Lee Lee (Alisa) recognizes my voice. I thought i had talked enough to the girl for her to memorize my name. There is 5 of us. The girls sister- Libby or Elizabeth- nice Goth girl around the age of Nash, heard she was in an abusive relationship before she got here and the crazy guy appeared at the gates with reporters. Then there’s Alisa- Lawyer and happens to be Nash’s Ex- Hates Hawthorne blood, I’m pretty sure she would kill all of us and take the money for herself if she could. Oren, her old as the Titanic bodyguard who (im almost sure) survived the first world war. Theres also the girl, who i like to call “Mystery Girl” because she appeared out of nowhere and is just living life as normal in a massive house. And me. A charming guy with lots of mysteries and puzzles who hides behind a smirk. 

 She looks at the bundle, confused, which forces a smirk out of me. She plays with her long, hazel colored hair, as she goes through every detail in every key. Everyone keeps talking though. I want to tell them to shut up but ill stay quiet for now. I could almost say she looks like me when thinking. Eyebrows furrowed, eyes concentrated, and a common thing I DON’T do is she is chewing her bottom lip. This will take a while, so I lean against the door frame. Even though its freezing because its winter, It is sunny today for once, yet I will not tan. Stupid Hawthorne genes. They keep me down on the rank of the “second hottest Hawthorne brother." People would call me crazy for not wearing any kind of jacket, but honestly, im warm. The grass has been freshly cut, so the smell of grass is noticeably stronger than usual. She’s wearing casual flannel and a black top with jeans paired with some black worn-out Doc Martens . Probably something she brought from home. Even though she is going to inherit 46.2 billion dollars, she still decides to dress as a working-class teenager. I wish I could dress like that. But being rich has me stuck rock climbing in a suit shirt and trousers. 

I remember when I had to figure out which key fit the lock into this hell I have to call home. It took me an hour. The old man, (that's what me and my brothers call our grandfather) had told me that I could only get ice cream if I figured out the right key. I nearly gave up after 15 minutes and I kicked the door. Gray told me he sat in front of the door, staring at it until he realized that the right key was indeed the golden one with a maze pattern matching the door decoration. I remember the old man calling me “Ordinary.” That was the hardest time to try and hide how I really felt; hurt. I went out of my way to impress him, and all I got was “ordinary.” My hands turn into fists at that memory, so I take them out of my suit pockets (which I hate), and I flex my fingers. I left nail marks on my palm. Great. I hear the girl mumble something and the jingle of keys. I check my watch; it’s only been 5 minutes. This is going to take ages. She licks her lips and continues looking through all the different keys. It's actually kind of windy out today. Perfect weather for tanning. I’ll tell Nash. He sure would be happy. It's just the afternoon and I already need a bourbon.  

The look in her eye changes, and I have to force myself to look away. It reminds me of someone. Crap. I gulp and close my eyes as I suddenly am aware of the scar that crosses my chest. The reason I got the mark. The cliff, he saw the cut, the look she gave me before she became just a body, Grays eyes that were filled with hurt and anger. It all rushes back to me. But I force myself once again to forget about it. The familiar click of the lock helps me with snapping back to reality  

Wait 

The girl opened the door.  

I check my watch once again. 10 minutes. The girl who looked like Emily managed to figure out the key 6 times faster than I did. She smiles at me. God, that makes her look even more like her. But I still can't look away. I hide my shock once I realize that I've been showing it for too long. And I replace it with a smirk.  

Her sister asks her something about how she knew which key to use, but she doesnt answer. So instead, i say: 

“sometimes, things that appear very different on the surface are actually exactly the same at their core. Avery Kylie Grambs, we have a new record.” 

All 17 years of my life I've lived in this mansion. I've explored it all. Every tunnel, every room, it took me ever since I could walk to memorize the full layout of the Hawthorne house. I use the passageways daily and do riddles all the time. But whenever I had to do this puzzle, I took so long that I thought that the old man would just give up on me all together. He would have liked Avery. Even Xander took longer than Avery and you’d expect him to be way better. I guess he just got into fiddling with the technology of this old place. The doors are Victorian, corridors have the traditional paintings on walls with red carpets. A lot of the paintings were chosen by my mum or aunt. My mum isn't really involved in my life but does take advantage of the fact she lives in this big place even though she could have left and lived somewhere on her own by now. It was always my grandfather who took care of me and my brothers. He raised me. Even though I kind of hated him. Gray was supposed to be the heir of the money. I should've expected that he would leave one last riddle for me and the boys. Maybe Avery will join us on this journey too.  

I kinda made Jameson a gossiper so don't mind that and I decided to make Jameson focus on Avery instead of listing everything everyone did and said bc that would take up many pages

[chrissturnslovergirlx]

pretty good actually, i’m trying to teach caleb how to skateboard bc he wants to be able to skate w me which is so 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ like bro let me have your children 🤲🤲

anyway i also got my room fully decorated again and im gonna js re do my entire room w new decor slowly

AWWWWWWWW WE LOVE A MAN WHO WANTS TO BE ABLE TO DO THE THINGS YOU LOVE 😍😍😍

oh yay how exciting!!! i can’t wait to re do my entire room w new decor when i move back into my newly rebuilt house

[seiwas]

i'm here for the sleepover, sel! thanks for organizing this! 😊😊🫶🫶

what i'll be saying is not really a spooky story. more like, something i experienced when my grandfather passed away few years ago.

okay. so. in the culture i belong to, when a person passes away, there will be religious ceremony held to pray for the peace of the deceased soul. And one of the most trademark features of those ceremonies is the flower used to decorate the venue— the tuberose flower— and its very unique smell. there's no other flower which smells like that, afaik.

yeah. so. my grandpa passed away of old age. we did all the required ceremonies and stuff and our life slowly returned to its normal pace, tho it took us, esp my mom who was his eldest daughter, some time to get over the grief... anyways–

now fast forward from 2019, year to his death, to 2022, the year i got to know i cracked the university entrance exam, and that i can study medicine.

so after celebrating the good news with my family, when i hv gone to my room, tired but happy— i look at a photograph of my grandfather kept on my table and i just think on how nice it would have been if he too was here w us to celebrate, and then, i kid u not, sel—

I GET THE SMELL OF THE TUBEROSE FLOWER THAT WAS THERE IN THE HOUSE DURING MY GRANDPA'S FUNERAL CEREMONY!!— THO THERE WAS NOT EVEN A SINGLE FLOWER IN MY HOUSE AT THAT TIME IN 2022...

i just got rooted to my spot in the room, eyes wide and limbs frozen, while that smell overwhelmed me for a good thirty seconds or so...— and then it was gone like poof! such a strong fragrance and it wasn't there after thirty seconds, like not even the tiniest trace of it was left!

i looked at my grandpa's photograph, smiled shakily, then bolted out the room. tht night, i slept on the couch in the living room with every light on in the vicinity— i was so very terrified!!

but. yeah. now when i think abt the occurence, i don't feel scared any more. just somewhat happy but in a sad way, that maybe— js maybe — my grandpa was there w us tht night, celebrating me getting into my dream med school. and i still miss him sm, yk? but feels good to know that ur loved ones will always be there w u, no matter wht... :))

hi kit! welcome to the sleepover ✨

first, i am so sorry for your loss. i hope time has been healing to you and your family 🫶🏻

thank you for sharing this with us kit!! especially since this is so personal and meaningful!! i completely get what you mean by being spooked out the first time you smelled the flowers omg 😭 i also understand the bittersweet feeling that comes with remembering it too! and i like how you're looking at it now as well 🫶🏻 i like to think that the ones we love never truly leave us (not even just in some spiritual way, but also in our hearts!!) i’m sure your grandfather is very proud of you.

not sure if it's a cultural thing for me but for us that's kind of what butterflies are? my grandfather passed away just a bit after i was born, and i remember my mom would always tell me that if i saw a yellow butterfly in the garden it meant it was him!

join the sleepover! send in an ask sharing/asking anything you want!!

[imgblogger]

How to Build a Custom Shopify Page Using AI: A Beginner's Guide to Code-Assisted Development

Ever wanted to create a personalized product page where customers can upload their own images, choose sizes, and preview their creations - all without touching a single line of code? I recently built exactly that using Shopify and AI tools, and I'm here to show you how you can do it too.

Why Use AI for Shopify Development?

Before we dive in, let me share something exciting: AI has revolutionized how we approach web development. Instead of spending months learning to code or hiring expensive developers, you can now use AI as your personal web development assistant. It's like having a senior developer on speed dial, ready to help 24/7.

Understanding Shopify's Theme Editor and Its Limitations

Let's be completely honest about what you can and can't do in Shopify's Theme Editor:

What the Theme Editor Actually Does:

Log into your Shopify account

Click on "Online Store" → "Themes" → "Customize"

Here you can:

Rearrange existing blocks and sections

Change colors and fonts

Adjust spacing and layouts

Add pre-built sections

Modify basic settings

But here's the important part: The Theme Editor alone won't let you build custom features like image uploaders or preview generators. Think of it like decorating a pre-built house - you can change the paint and move the furniture, but you can't add new rooms without some construction work.

The Real Path to Custom Features

To create truly custom features, we need to work with code. Don't panic! Here's how we'll approach this:

Access the Code Editor:

In your theme, click "Actions" → "Edit code"

This is where the real customization happens

You'll see folders and files with different extensions (.liquid, .js, .css)

How to Have a Productive Conversation with AI About Custom Shopify Development

Starting with the Basics

First, let's understand how to break down our conversations with AI into logical steps. Here's the sequence I used to build my custom image upload feature:

Understanding the Tools (First Chat Session)

Act as a Shopify development teacher for complete beginners. I want to create a page where users can upload images and preview them. What tools and access do I need before starting? Please explain each tool's purpose in simple terms.

This will help you understand:

Which Shopify plan you need

Required developer tools

Any third-party services needed

Basic setup requirements

Understanding the Process (New Chat Session)

Act as a Shopify project manager. I want to create an image upload feature. Can you break down this project into small, manageable steps? Please explain what each step accomplishes.

This helps you:

See the big picture

Understand the workflow

Know what to learn first

Plan your development path

Learning About File Structure (New Chat Session)

Act as a Shopify file structure expert. I'm starting from zero. Where in my Shopify theme should I add custom features? Please explain:1. Which folders matter for custom features2. What each important file does3. Where to safely add new code4. What files I should never modify

Getting into Development

Starting the Code (New Chat Session)

Act as a Shopify developer who's great at explaining basics. I need to create an image upload feature. Please help me with:

1. The exact files I need to create 2. Where to put them in my them. 3. Basic structure of each file 4. How these files work together

Building the Upload Feature (New Chat Session)

Act as a Shopify code expert. I'm ready to build the image upload feature. Please provide: 1. The HTML code for the upload button 2. Any required JavaScript 3. Explanation of each code block 4. Where exactly to paste each piece

Creating the Preview Feature (New Chat Session)

Act as a front-end developer. I have the upload feature working. Now I need to: 1. Show a preview of the uploaded image 2. Let users select sizes 3. Display the final previewPlease provide the code and explain how it works.

Important Tips for AI Communication

Be Specific About Your Knowledge Level

Bad example: "How do I add code to Shopify?"

Good example: "I'm new to Shopify and have never modified code before. Please explain how to safely add custom code to my theme, assuming I don't know any technical terms yet."

Ask for Explanations, Not Just Solutions

Bad example: "Give me the code for image upload."

Good example: "Please provide the code for image upload and explain:

What each part does

Why each line is necessary

How to test if it's working

Common mistakes to avoid"

Request Context for Technical Terms

Bad example: "How do I use liquid tags?"

Good example: "I've heard about 'liquid tags' but don't know what they are. Can you:

Explain what liquid tags are in simple terms

Show basic examples

Explain when and why to use them"

Break Down Complex Features When building the image upload feature, ask about each component separately:

First chat: File input creation

New chat: Image preview

New chat: Size selection

New chat: Final preview generation

Real Example of Progressive Questions

Here's how I built my feature, step by step:

First Session:

Act as a Shopify expert for beginners. What exactly happens when a user uploads an image on a Shopify store? Please explain the process in non-technical terms.

Next Session:

Act as a Shopify code teacher. Now that I understand the upload process, how do I create a basic file upload button? Please provide the simplest working example.

Following Session:

Act as a JavaScript expert who's good with beginners. I have a working upload button. How do I show a preview of the uploaded image? Please explain like I'm five.

Testing and Troubleshooting

Always end your AI conversations with:What should I test to make sure this works properly? Please provide: 1. Specific things to check 2. Common problems to watch for 3. How to fix basic issues 4. When to seek more help

Remember: AI is your patient teacher, but you need to ask the right questions. Start with understanding, then move to implementation, and always ask for explanations rather than just code.

Success Stories

When I first started, I didn't know anything about Shopify or coding. Using these exact steps, I created a custom page where customers can:

Upload their pictures

Choose sticker sizes

Select quantities

See exactly how their final product will look

[sinkix]

♡ Haikyuu!!│Boys as your Roommate HC’s Pt.2│Ft. Kuroo, Bokuto, Kenma & Kageyama ♡

Since the last one did well I decided to do another 2am shit-post consisting of my bby HQ bois as your roommate so I’m v sorry if it’s messy and seems like rambling but honestly what did u expect. <(￣︶￣)> The more I write these the more I just want to summon satan and make them come to life man I love them sm.

You can find Pt. 1 here

E N J O Y ~ <3

◃:✮.❃⭒ ◃:✮.❃⭒ ◃:✮.❃⭒ ◃:✮.❃⭒

Kuroo:

So. Damn. Annoying

But in like, the best way possible??

Constantly teases and irritates you while cooking or when it’s your turn to do the chores.

“(Y/N)-kuuun I think you missed a spot”

Proceeds to show swabbed finger with the tiniest speck of dust on it with the biggest shit eating grin he can muster

You have constant competitions who can clean more thoroughly and rip into each other as a result.

I mean there’s worse things to compete over I suppose??

He likes to make it a habit of waking you up by throwing his HUGE ASS BODY ON TO THE BED IF YOU OVERSLEEP.

WHOLE BED JUST CREAKS AND DIPS UNDER HIS WEIGHT.

Wraps his arm around you and gives amazing cuddles tho so its worth it

Borderline suffocating you though just so you get up.

Also, don’t wake Kuroo when he’s had only a few hours rest

just, don’t. If you value your safety.

Last time you tried to haul him out of bed in this state he threw a pillow at you and BITCH WENT TO GRAB THE ALARM CLOCK NEXT but u dashed out the room before he could lob it. 

Speaking of which, pillow fights. 

so many.

 Y’all are always throwing random stuff at each other just to startle one another

You both make a conscious effort NOT to aim for the head though so I guess its ok???

The aroma of coffee always greets you in the morning and it’s become hella comforting since you’ve just come to associate that smell with him.

His bed head is 1000x more extreme in the morning which you tease him relentlessly for and def has bags under his eyes but it looks cute.

sleep deprivation but make it chic.

He is much more of a night owl i’m making it canon idc - however usually has to sleep early due to club activities starting first thing in the morning.

He wakes up especially early because he knows he not only has to haul himself up at an ungodly hour but Kenma as well since he NEVER gets up on time otherwise.

Kenma lives a few blocks down from you guys and you often kick it as a three.

Sometimes he stays over just to save the extra effort of Kuroo going to his place.

It’s always v chill with the three of you as you get on really well and just play mario kart till 2am.

which again, big mistake. They end up nearly being late to practise so it’s kinda counter productive lmao

worth it though.

Kuroo is a salty loser js and will definitely wave his arms in front of you or shove his ass in your face to block the screen so he can overtake you.

Sometimes forces you to go on early morning runs with him but it’s actually really nice since you watch the sunrise together while sitting for a water break in an empty field

Almost poetic if it wasn’t for the constant teasing and bickering like an old married couple.

Kenma is VERY thankful you have become his new victim for those morning run routines.

Bokuto:

SCREAMS FROM THE ROOFTOPS EVERY DAY

MY GOD

Actually pretty quiet in the morning?? Like the lil owl is just waking up so he usually just mumbles a good-morning and rubs his eyes its so damn cute

Usually pretty good about getting up on time but some days he needs a kick up the backside to get him out of bed.

He fully made you drag him out of the covers once before he was even willing to entertain the idea of getting up.

those 30 seconds felt like a 30 minute workout since he is so HEAVY.

I feel sorry for the neighbours on that day tbh

“Bokuto-san wake up.” 

“NNNgg-aaagGGHHHHH AGGAAASHIII”

“It’s (Y/N) you dumbass G E T U P”

You aren’t safe for long though because ONCE HE’S AWAKE HOMEBOY IS RARING TO GO.

Frequently makes y’all pancakes for breakfast with a frilly pink ‘best chef’ apron on and it’s fucking hysterical. 

actually has several aprons and one of them has a stock image of abs printed onto the front.

Pancakes is the only thing Bokuto is competent at so don’t expect anything else without the kitchen combusting

His pancakes are SO damn good tho like bitch who taught you to flip like dat.

Does a lil shimmy with his body and throws it back each time he flips so it basically aggregates as a performance too since hes so extra

One time the pancake landed on the floor and he was in emo mode for a whole day LMAOOO

boy was spiking while mourning the fallen soldier.

Akaashi was so confused as to why he walked into practise in such a solemn mood.

had to stifle his laughter once you told him the reason.

For some reason you have this tradition to play board games on a Friday night

Obvs you have to let him win and be a cocky ass bc otherwise he will be sad until the next morning.

sis will be in a slump while brushing his teeth over losing a game of monopoly.

Doesn’t expect you to come to practise with him but is always grinning like a dork the whole way there when you accompany him.

His game is always A1 on those days so Akaashi is eternally grateful.

Often tries to make you go to the gym with him SINCE Y’ALL BEST BELIEVE BOKUTO BABY AIN’T SKIPPIN LEG DAY.

Actually a really good workout partner though, he’s so hype and encouraging.

Grocery shopping is a nightmare, y’all come back with 3x as much as what was on the list while Bokuto just looks really sheepish and guilty like a dog who shredded up the sofa.

Kageyama:

Your conversations are very minimal at first until he adjusts to living with you.

Hella private with his living space and his bedroom

You always suspected he’s got some like weird alien cult meeting from Fiji going on in there with how shady he acts sometimes.

After a while though he’s pretty chill and doesn’t mind TOO much when you invade his personal space or go through his stuff.

I’d still be careful though an angry Kags is not a pleasant one.

He’s a minimalist, so if you ever get decorating done it’s usually you that takes the reigns since as long as it’s got a roof, a stove, a bathroom and a bed he could literally not give a fuck.

Unexpectedly easy to please over the smallest things, make a meal for him after a long day of practise and it’ll be hard for him to contain an appreciative smile.

Do NOT pull him up on it though bc he will get defensive 

just embrace it bro you won’t see it often.

V good at getting up on time and hella quiet in the morning when going about his routine, it’s easy to forget he’s in the house a times so at least he’s considerate.

Honestly doesn’t care whether you come to practise or not it makes no difference to him. Though the closer you both get he will sometimes wait for the moment you walk through the door and mentally slap himself for doing so.

Sometimes plays music in his room but it’s always really quiet and hard to decipher unless you press your ear up against the door.

The boi plays some BOPS though which is really surprising???

Usually takes charge of stuff like grocery shopping, cleaning etc. 

Control freak™️ here to assist your household services. 

He’s pretty dense though with these matters and needs some guidance at times lmao

Will not get the item on your list unless you CLEARLY SPECIFY AND INCLUDE THE WHOLE DAMN TITLE OF THE ITEM

You’re surprised he doesn’t request you illustrate the fucking bar code.

In the end you sometimes end up caving and just either going with him or going in his place.

Once he warms up to you y’all like cracking little jokes at each other and pulling one another’s leg.

if you get up even the slightest bit late he’ll just throw a lil “good afternoon” with a smirk on his face.

Sometimes he will come and chill with you on the couch to binge watch shows and it’s just a really relaxed atmosphere.

has really good taste in movies and series??

Honestly just a hella respectful roommate as long as you respect him and his privacy in return.

You once stuck his knee-pads in the washing machine on a high temp and they came out ready to fit a 6 year old.

You still suspect he holds a grudge to this day.

He also tried to give them to Hinata and never have you seen him more genuinely offended lmao.

Kenma:

The pair of you always end up oversleeping and it’s a genuine problem ur the definition of a disaster duo.

If it wasn’t for Kuroo strolling into your sleeping quarters most mornings you guys would sleep till the suns ready to set again.

Bless up Kuroo.

Constant video game marathons and y’all always compete to top each others time

It’s basically just the speed-run side of YouTube but under one roof.

Cannot and will not cook he is too LAZY for that.

Only thing he will do is stick an apple pie in the oven.

He’s courteous though he leaves you like,,, a 1/8th slice

smh.

You mostly get take-out or you’re the one that ends up cooking.

Veeryyyyy quiet, only noise in the household is the occasional snicker or lil conversation.

he has such a soothing voice hnnnnnnnnnggggg

The only time it’s remotely loud is when you play video games but even then the volume is quite low.

You usually end up crashing in his room from playing games till the crack of dawn and Kuroo frequently scolds the two of you.

you don’t listen though lmao.

For some reason you both end up in a hugging position when you wake up and neither of you have addressed it.

Except for the sus side eye look Kuroo gives the pair of you when he finds you like this.

He knows if he mentions it you’ll both infiltrate his apartment and choke him out with a console cable lololol.

You order most of your groceries online bc Kenma’s social anxiety will skyrocket and not allow him to be in a store full of more than 10 people, poor bby.

It works out for you too since why tf go there when you can have it delivered to your door.

You often binge watch anime together and he has GREAT taste mind you.

You made him watch a romance anime once and he secretly enjoyed it.

Since then he will very awkwardly request to watch them occasionally and you can’t help but smile.

The only time you clean is when you have to, like bins brimming with trash before you decide to take them out.

You accidentally broke his fav controller once and he didn’t talk to you for a week LMAO.

Still handed you one to play split-screen though so you knew he wasn’t entirely resentful.

[bookofjin]

Rise of Sixteen States: 275 - 285

(Mostly the early adventures of Murong Hui and his brother.)

Xianning era (275 – 280)

(Tufa Wugu)

Middle of Xianning [275 – 280], Tufa Shujineng also killed the Inspector of Liang province, Yang Xin, at Dan Peak. He thoroughly had the territory of Liang province, and Emperor Wu ate his meals at dusk. Later he was defeated by Ma Long. A commoner of the section, Meigu, killed him to surrender. His junior cousin Wuwan was installed in replacement.

281

(6 February 281 – 25 January 282)

(Murong Hui)

(There is a discrepancy in the sources how the next events should be dated:

TPYL121 quoting the SLGCQ states that Murong Hui's uncle Nai was killed in Taikang 1 (280 AD), after which Hui took over leadership.

JS003 records that Murong Hui attacked Changli in Taikang 2 (281 AD). JS003 further records that Zhang Hua was assigned to You province in Taikang 3 (282 AD), he could then not have met Murong Hui as a youth, though this story is not necessarily historical in any case.

Sima Guang writes that according to Fan Heng's Book of Yan, Hui was born in Taishi 5 (269 AD),  and when he was aged 15, his father Shegui died, which was would then have been in Taikang 4. (283). The ZZTJ has therefore amended the JS003 text from “Hui robbed Changli” to “Shegui robbed Changli.”

JS108 says that Murong Hui died Xianhe 8 (333 AD), at that time he was aged 65, and had held leadership for 49 years. This would date his birth to 269 AD, as per Fan Heng, and him taking leadership aged 17 sui in 285 AD, which seems reasonable if Shegui had died in 283

Overall, it seems best to agree with Sima Guang here.)

Murong Hui's father Shegui for his achievements in maintaining Liucheng advanced in designation to Chanyu of the Xianbei. He moved to reside north of Liaodong, and hence gradually altered his Hu customs.  Some state he yearned [mu] for the virtue of the two rites and maintained the appearance [rong] of the three lights. Thereupon he used Murong as his family name.

Jin's 2nd Year of Taikang, Winter, 10th Month [30 October – 27 November 281], the Xianbei Murong Segui robbed Changli.

282

(26 January 282 – 13 February 283)

(Murong Hui)

3rd Year of Taikang, Spring 1st Month, jiawu [12 February 282], used the Master of Writing, Zhang Hua, as Commander-in-Chief of the Various Army Affairs of You province.

3rd Month [26 March – 24 April], the General who Calms the North, Yan Xun, defeated the Xianbei Murong Shegui in Changli, the killed and wounded were several tens of thousand people.

(According to his biography in JS035, Zhang Hua's full titles were Holding the Tally, Commander-in-Chief of the Various Army Affairs of You province, Nominal Colonel who Protects the Wuhuan, and General who Calms the North.)

Hui as a young child was yet outstanding and imposing. He had a handsome bearing and appearance, and was 8 chi tall. He was distinguished and exceptional, and had great measures. Jin's General who Calms the North, Zhang Hua, was decorous and had discernment in understanding people. Hui as a youth at the time of his capping went to pay respects to him. Hua considerably admired and marvelled at him, he spoke to him, saying:

You Lord on reaching adulthood will surely be a receptacle for instructing your generation, one who assists in difficulties and aides the times.

Following that, he made use of clothes, hairpin, and headwrap to bequeath on Hui, to connect with him fully and earnestly, and then they separated.

283

(Murong Hui)

4th Year of Taikang [283 AD], Shegui passed on. His younger brother Nai耐 (or Shan刪) was usurpingly installed. He wanted to plan killing Hui. Hui was aged 15, he set out to escape the difficulties. The pursuers were pressing, and he consulted a family of commoners, the Xuyu of Liaodong, about hiding. He entered their house, and used a mat to screen himself. The pursuers entered the house, and threw it over to look, but there was nothing to see. And so he evaded them.

284

(Fu Hong)

Fu Hong, courtesy name Guangshi, was a Di man of Linwei in Lüeyang. His ancestors were perhaps the progeny of Youhu, their sons and grandsons were strong and abundant, and for generations they were chieftains of the Western Rong. At first their homes were in the midst of a marsh where sweet-flag grass grew to a length of five zhang, with five joints like they resembled bamboo.  At the time everyone were amazed by it, and spoke of them as the sweet-flag [pu] family, and following that they used it as their clan name.

(Note that there are other Di leaders recorded with the Fu family name (rather than Pu), including in the SGZ)

His father Huaigui was a lesser leader of section groups, His mother, Ms. Jiang laid down and gave life to Hong (in 284). Prior to this, there was in Longyou great rain, steady and long, and the hundred families suffered from it. A ditty said:

If the rain does not end, a vast [hong] flood must rise.

For that reason they named him Hong.

285

(Murong Hui)

6th Year of Taikang [285 AD], the people of the state killed Nai, they welcomed Hui and installed him.

Earlier, Shegui had resented the Yuwen Xianbei. Hui wanted to redress the Previous Lord's hatred, and petitioned to request to chastise them. Emperor Wu did not allow it. Hui was angry, he entered to rob Liaoxi, and killed or carried off a considerable multitude. The Emperor dispatched the various armies of You province to chastise him. They fought at Feiru [a county in Liaoxi], and Hui's multitudes were greatly defeated. From then on he repeatedly plundered Changli each year without break.

He also led the multitudes east to invade Fuyu. The King of Fuyu, Yilü, killed himself. His sons and younger brothers fled to guard Woju. Hui destroyed their state's city, expelled and carried more than 10 000 people, and then turned back. The Emperor had a decree sent down which said:

The King of Fuyu who for generations has defended loyalty and filial piety, has been wiped out by evil miscreants, [we] should sympathize and keep him in mind. If there are those of his left-behind kind who is adequate to restore the state, [we] must make methods and plans for it, and cause [him] to get to be installed.

There were ministers who memorialised that the Colonel who Protect the Eastern Yi, Xianyu Ying, had not aided Fuyu, A decree removed Ying, and used He Kan to replace him.

(Tuyuhun)

(The below mostly follows the version in Songshu. If the attributions in TPYL can be trusted, the SLGCQ included a similar text, which might have been the source for the somewhat briefer JS version.)

The Achai miscreant Tuyuhun was a Xianbei from Liaodong. His father Yiluohan (JS: Shegui) had two sons, the older was called Tuyuhun, the younger was called Ruluohui. Ruluohui separately became the Murong clan. Hun was the older commoner-born, while Hui was the proper heir. At the time when their father was alive, he divided off 700 households (JS: 1 700 families) to give to Hun. Hun and Hui's two sections herded their horses together, and the horses fought and injured each other. Hui was angry, and dispatched a courier to speak to Hun and say:

The Former Lord arranged the allotments, and gave older brother a different section. When herding horses, why are they not far apart from each other, but cause them to fight and dispute, and wound each other?

Hun said:

Horses have the nature of domestic animals, they eat grass and drink water. The spring air set them into action, and is what is causing them to fight. There is fighting among the horses, yet [your] anger reaches the people? To turn aside and separate is very easy, now [I] will make the distance to you ten thousand li.

Hence he held close his horses and travelled west. In a day he moved with a single halt, halting after eighty li. When he had passed through several halts, Hui became remorseful, and deeply faulted and blamed himself. He dispatched the old fathers and Senior Clerk Yinalou (JS: Naloufeng) to pursue Hun, and make him turn back. Hun said:

We, since our grandfathers and onwards, have set up virtue in Liaoyou. Also in the words foretold by the divining rods, the Former Lord would have two sons, and the sacrificial meat would flow equally to their sons and grandsons. I am of the humble myriads and was reasoned not to be equally great. Now since the horses caused separation it imperils what Heaven unrolled. You Lords try to hold close the horses and make them go east. If the horses return east, I will go along and depart.

Lou joyfully bowed and said:

Chu Kehan [“You are the Khagan”]

“Chu Kehan” in the miscreants' speech is in the speech of Song “You are the public family.”

He then sent his companions, two thousand riders, to all cover the horses and make them turn around. They had not gone fully three hundred paces, when suddenly with sad cry they burst forth and fled, the sound was like a crumbling mountain. It was like this for more than ten times. Each time they went in one direction, each time they went far away. Lou's strength was spent, he again knelt and said:

Khagan, this is not then the affairs of men.

Hun spoke to his section groups, saying:

Us brothers' sons and grandsons all should flourish and prosper. Hui will transmit to his sons, and his great grandsons and great great grandsons. Their time span could be more than a hundred years. My and my great great grandsons' time span will then start to become evident, and that is all.

Hence he thereupon went west to be near the Yin Mountains (TPYL: facing the Yellow He).

Later, when Hui recalled and thought of Hun, he made Agan's Song. The Xianbei call the older brother “Agan”. (JS: At the end of his years when his thoughts were spent, he often sang it.)  When Hui's sons and grandsons stole the title, they used this song as the great tune for (WS: the drums and pipes) behind the carriage.