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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.

[tastesousweet]

⭒ 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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[laelelinae]

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 😭

[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).

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"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.

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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."

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[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

[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

[sturnioloshacker]

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!!

[juni-ravenhall]

20 things i want really badly for sso to update / add

1. regularly scheduled main story updates. this is THE most important thing for a game that is quite story-based, but something sso has problems with. it makes us feel disconnected from the story and main characters and makes players lose interest, not knowing when we will get more story, or if the story will ever go anywhere. 

2. work hard on fixing bugs and improving functionality - QA testing a lot more on their own. i know the game has a crappy engine and that theyre trying to improve stuff, but yeah, theres just a lot of stuff that needs to be worked on. (i think they should just move to a good engine. a huge investment, yes, but worth it in the long run with the potential benefits from selling a higher quality game and being able to work on it more smoothly?)

3. ability to use photomode and control the camera properly when our character sits down, at cafes, etc, basically just being able to go into photo mode at all times.

4. weather system. rain, snow, fog, etc. preferrably random aside from during quests that need specific weather ofc. possibly with an ability to turn off weather. optional: updated skies for more variety in colours and clouds and all that to go along with the weather.

5. new areas to be released of the ones that have already been hinted at for ages! north link goes where???????? ashland, etc. and also, ofc, for the new areas to be unique and interesting in design, and to bring related main story updates - or “big side stories” like the nightdust storyline etc. i am just longing to interact with npcs for long storylines again and see some drama :( 

6. new tack and equipment, specifically more halters (simple not fancy ones, but cute and colour variety!), would be nice with lead rope too, and ofc blankets, stuff like this. but also more new good designs for tack in general and more colour options for saddlepads and legwraps, it drives me crazy that most pads are ugly and old and hard to match to anything. i want realistic pads with dark, vivid, pastel and natural colour options.

7. new mane and tail styles that are available for all horses (aside from too old models). it makes horses feel more individual and unique as well as giving us options to dress up our horses for photoshoots, eventing, etc. 

8. updated player model with new animations and everything, diversity and good representation in the design options. facial expressions, blinking. i would also love if there were more animations for the player character to pet and groom the horses.

9. our own place to live (something theyve been working on but we dont know exactly where it stands) that we can also customise and decorate. i would prefer if we can choose where we live in the way we choose homestables, for example theres this little house between the rescue ranch and the lighthouse on south hoof that would be lovely to live in. id like to be able to choose wallpaper and flooring, curtains, stuff like that, and furniture. we should be able to invite ppl in as well. optional: the pet that’s in your saddlebag shows up in your home and you can pet it. also ability to choose music from lisa, miscreants, etc to play in our home. it would also be great if when it was raining outside you could hear it from inside your home and see it outside the window. oof actually when i say that now im imagining seeing city lights in the distance on a rainy evening looking out the window while acoustic sso music plays in the bg. can you tell how much i fantasise about living on jorvik by how long this paragraph got

10. customisation in our home stable, to be able to choose designs and colours of the interior, etc. i would love to be able to choose decorations like the ones we see during holidays (light strings etc). i would like the tack room and feed room to be more cluttered and stuff too for better realistic rp purposes.

11. more groundwork type of gameplay, like the working equitation races that have been added lately, but not just “races”. maybe possibility of training for xp in different ways than just finishing a race quickly enough. just realistic groundwork stuff. 

12. dressage gameplay, and more arenas for it ofc. 

13. for jumping courses to keep being better as theyve been lately! theyre more difficult and interesting now and the designs are better! i want for this to continue and im really enjoying the obstacle designs. 

14. pasture - i’d love to see my horses run around and eat randomly out in the field without me controlling them, being able to go up and pet them or give them snacks. it would be cool if a paddock near the homestable was just used for this purpose (where you see your horses, but other players see their horses, etc, and we have the ability to hide other players). maybe it would show 3 of your horses at a time, out of the ones that are kept in the field in our stable manager.

15. new (and regularly added!) quests at south hoof rescue ranch, as well as other places where it makes sense like jorvik ranger quests, etc. stuff that doesn’t necessarily relate to the main storyline (but it might!) and is just fun dramatic quests, but it can also have character developments for hugh and others on south hoof, for jorvik ranger characters, etc. it could also be a way to introduce new pets and horses that are adoptable after rescue quests have been completed, as well as unlocking new equipment related to rescuing, rehabilitation and ranger work.

16. more shops, cafes and other things to do at jorvik city mall alongside the mall being updated in general, and to jorvik city which i really love and just hope aideen’s plaza and governor’s fall will also be updated with more shops etc. (add a dance club to the mall like the fort pinta disco! cafes with different aesthetics and menus, a fastfood restaurant, a fancy restaurant, a photo studio for professional horse photos and for our character, a cinema, a theatre stage like thalia’s idk, that whole fashion week catwalk thing, theres a lot of different things i think you can add aside from more shops which could also be added)

17. updates and additions to the cafe food menus and foods we can feed our horses, goes along with adding new shops and stuff too. seasonal event food being sold in cafes like gingerbread at christmas, chocolates on valentine’s.

18. make archaeology more fun - i still haven’t got all the things after years because i just can’t be bothered to do it, it’s too hard to find all the things and it’s not fun.

19. if fishing is going to stay at all, it needs to be improved and be fun.

20. overhaul of all the prices in the game so it makes sense. there are clothing and tack items that just make NO sense when you compare them to each other both in sc and js costs, or when you look at how meh quality they are. and, i dont think it’s reasonable to make individual equipment items (clothes or tack) cost more than like 50sc at the most (look at the real life cost when you buy sc!!! should we be paying that much for a low quality pixel sweater, really?). a good time to do this price overhaul, would be leading up to the player model update being released, since ppl will be buying lots of new clothes after that.

bonus: give us a ferry from south hoof to mistfall PLEASE. PLEASE

bonus 2: updates to every existing area and npc model, this is obvious and will most likely happen given enough time

bonus 3: 500000 pages of backstory and character development quests and bonding with mc scenes for all my favourite npcs. i would also like to take rowan on a date. thanks

[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

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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.

[captain-jinguji]

Hi again! Hope you're not angry at me for sending so many requests. May I ask for Starish + QN + Heavens celebrating pride month with s/o who is lgbtq+?

Uh DUH you can!!! HAPPY PRIDE MONTH TO ALL MY LGBTQ+ FRIENDS AND FELLOW ALLIES. WE SEE YOU. WE SUPPORT YOU. WE PROTECT YOU!! stay safe and healthy guys!!! Also you could never be annoying me with requests :) 

STARISH + QUARTET NIGHT + HEAVENS celebrating pride month with their s/o !! 

Friendly reminder that none of the guys would discriminate based on your sexuality or anything like that :) 

STARISH 

Natsuki:

Literally the happiest during pride month. Gets you to decorate the whole house for the entire month and adds mini flags and stickers to everything. No shame in displaying it. Makes you bake cookies with him and share it with friends, families, and basically the whole neighborhood. Is proud of you. #pride. 

Tokiya: 

He's low-key about it but still puts up a flag and sits down with you to have your annual "I don't care what you identify with/as, i love you for you and I'm glad you love me, too." Talk. Super wholesome and if you want to go to a parade or the likes, he'll make sure to be right beside you! #pride. 

Cecil: 

Literally went out and bought hats and mini flags for both of you because, uh, DUH, you're gonna go to your town's parade. Asks you to paint a huge pride flag on his back and WILL go shirtless to show it off. Right there beside you holding your hand and showing off. #pride. 

Ren: 

Has the super cringey but cool pride sunglasses and pride shorts just for the month of June. Throws a huge party so all your friends and anyone you know and who's an ally can come and give their support. Right there with Cecil at the parade with a flag on his back. Loves you. Is proud of you. Will support you through everything. #pride.

Otoya: 

OH BOY HELL YEAH. He waits every year on this no cap it's literally his favorite thing. A whole month to celebrate his s/o and who they are??? Nothing could be better!!! Buys cringey decorations and puts a flag in the yard. Has no shame but will shame the haters. Don't mess with Otoya during pride month. Loves you and tells you how proud he is of you and everything the LGBTQ+ community has accomplished! #pride 

Syo: 

Look me in the eyes and tell me he isnt co-planning a whole ass party with Ren. Everyone is invited. Him and Natsuki are baking a huge pride cake. Goes to parades with you and shows off. Also has pride shorts. Your house? Transformed into a rainbow wonderland. Come to him for all your pride needs. #pride. 

Masato: 

Much like Tokiya, he's low-key about it, but still puts up decorations and comments on how amazing this whole month is and how he loves what it stands for. Gives an emotional speech at Ren's party about how we're all just human and people need to realize that love will always win. Probably has a few drinks and cries and goes on to say how proud he is of you and plz pull him off the stage before it gets too embarrassing. #pride.

QUARTET NIGHT 

Reiji: 

Literally transformed the whole house the minute the clock hit midnight on June 1st. He is such a huge believer in #lovewins and couldn't be prouder of each and every person thats part of the LGBTQ+ community, including his s/o. Makes sure to celebrate them and everyone involved during this month and may or may not remember what happened (he gets kind of crazy js) #pride. 

Ranmaru: 

Hell yeah that's his babe! Is kind of low-key but INSISTS on going to parades with you and WILL get a megaphone to tell the world how goshdiddleydarn proud of you and everyone else he is. Puts a flag up. Makes posts about it. True advocate and nothing can stop him. #pride

Camus: 

Low-key. He likes what it stands for and will go to a parade with you if it makes you happy, but don't expect him to go as batshit crazy as Reiji lol. He'll get pride themes sweets for you and him to enjoy and put a flag up. Shows his support and pride in a mellow kind of way. #pride

Ai: 

Of course he knows about pride and of course he thinks #lovewins. He's celebrating alongside Reiji and you and insists on going to parades also. Wants to do everything to show you how much he supports and how proud he is of you :) #pride

HEAVENS 

Eiichi: 

Duh of course hes at every event with you. Has the biggest flag and puts you on his shoulders so you can wave it around. Pride themed everything for a whole month just to show you hes not just an asshole and he cares and knows and appreciates you no matter what. This celebration is long from over!!! #pride 

Kira: 

Low-key about it or so you think until he goes to a parade with you one day and literally takes the megaphone to shout encouraging words to everyone. Always there for you. Does not care what you are/identify with. Loves you and nothing will change that #pride. 

Nagi: 

Much like Otoya, this is a whole ass month to celebrate YOU. And him. And everyone else that stands for it, lets gooooooo. WILL start a fight with anyone who has a problem with #lovewins. #pride. 

Eiji: 

Attends parties and events and stuff but is also relatively low-key about it. That is until you see his outfit. EVERYTHING he wears is pride themed for the whole month INCLUDING his hair which he temporarily dyed. Is so proud of you and your relationship and will shout it to the world. Literally. #pride

Yamato: 

BOI dont even get him STARTED. Right there with Ranmaru yelling at every event how freaking proud he is and how much he loves pride month. WILL fight all haters. HAS gotten into jail for defending people. DOES NOT give a damn and will continue to block the haters. No one messes with his s/o and their fellow friends. #pride

Van: 

Such a dork and transformed the yard into prideland. The once green grass? Spray painted pride. The pool? Has a pride slide. The trees? All have flags in them. Garden gnomes? Gone and replaced with mini flags. The float in the pool? Suddenly a pride unicorn. Will show his pride over pride and show off his s/o's and his relationship. #pride

Shion: 

Also low-key about it but will do whatever makes you happy. Parades?concerts?a flag cake? Consider it done. Also gives you an annual "love is love and I'm so glad i acquired yours" talk. Is proud and supports the hell out of it. #pride. 

[nadjastersurveys]

General Womanhood

1. Do you like the color pink? I like every color so I like pink as well

2. How easily do you cry? Lately I’ve been crying a lot hahaha

3. What food do you eat the most of when you’re sad? I tend to lose my appetite when I’m sad. But when I do eat while being sad I go for something unhealthy like most people lol

4. How often do you experience boob sweat? Everytime when I sweat a lot, the boobs leak too lmao

5. What time of month is your time? Like at what time of month is my period in? I don’t know/remember, I don’t track my period which is something I should learn to do

6. How moody are you when you are on your period? I’m not any moodier on my period that I am when I’m not

7. Have you ever thought you were pregnant because your period was late? No

8. Have you ever been on the pill? No 9. Have you ever thought about having children someday? What is your current opinion? I haven’t really thought about that. It’s not something I have to think now anyways lol. I have time

10. Have you ever given birth? If not, would you ever want to? No and i’m not that sure tbh

11. How much do you like decorating for holidays? My family doesn’t do it that much. Nor do I 12. How good of a cook do you consider yourself? I can’t cook 13. What is your favorite thing to cook? ^ 14. Do you prefer cooking, baking, or both equally? Baking is more fun 15. Can you sew? I did that when I was in school but I hated it 16. How feminine do you consider yourself? I don’t know, But I don’t think I’m super feminine 17. Have you ever been told that you are too girly or feminine? No, it’s always the other way around. Like people telling me to be more girly or them saying that girls can’t wear/say things that. It’s really annoying tbh 18. Do you consider yourself a feminist? Yeah 19. How do you define “girl power”? I think it’s just women supporting and appreciating/accepting other women  20. How much of a neat freak are you? I like things to be neat but I wouldn’t say I’m freak about it 21. How you ever wished you were born a male? No 22. Breastfeeding or formula? I don’t know, whichever is better for the baby? 23. What is your opinion of equal pay? I think everyone doing the same job should be paid the same amount and your gender shouldn’t have to do anything with it 24. What is one profession you think needs more women? I’m not sure 25. Are you pro-life or pro-choice? Pro-choice 26. Have you ever experienced any sexism? If so, please explain. I’m sure I have, I just can’t think of any examples 27. Have you ever been called a blabbermouth or a chatterbox? Yeah because sometimes I just can’t shut up

28. What is one thing about women you think most men don’t know? I don’t know 29. Is there anything you dislike about being a woman? Nah, I ike being a female

30. Complete this phrase: I’m so glad I am a woman because ______. we are amazing.

LIFE EXPERIENCES:

31. Did you ever play with Barbie dolls as a child? Yes

32. Have you ever dotted lowercase Js and Is with hearts or smiley faces? As a joke only lol

33. Have you ever been a Girl Scout? Nope, I was never interested in it

34. Have you ever been a ballerina? No but I did other dance styles though

35. Have you ever been a cheerleader? No

36. Were you ever voted as homecoming or prom queen? No

37. Have you ever hosted a sleepover? I’ve had friends stay at our house so yes?

38. Do you belong to a sorority? No

39. Have you ever kept a diary or a journal? Not really

40. At what age did you get your first period? I was 12

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

41. What is the longest your hair has ever been? Would you ever grow it that long again? This length I have right now is the longest it’s ever been. So a bit past my boobs. I want to cut my hair a bit though

42. Have you had a hairstyle above the eyebrows? Bangs? Yes, when I was like 2

43. What hairstyle do you wear the most? It’s either down or up in a high ponytail

44. Have you ever died your hair? If so, how often? I have but I haven’t done it in a while. I have my natural color now

45. What is the heaviest you remember ever weighing? I’m the heaviest now lol. I’m something like 48kg

46. How muscular are you? Pretty muscular? I don’t know 

47. Do you have any piercings anywhere besides your earlobes? I have my nose pierced. And piercings on my cartilage as well

48. Do you have any tattoos? If you, where are they and what are they of? I don’t

49. Do you like wearing lipstick or lip gloss? If so, how often do you wear them? I’ve never worn lipstick but I’ve worn lip gloss, it makes my lips look yummy lol. Anyway I rarely wear gloss on my lips however

50. How often do you paint your nails? Never

51. Have you ever worn any fake nails? No

52. Have you ever worn fake eyelashes? No, I don’t think they would look good on me

53. How often do you shave or wax your legs? I shave them couple times a week, so like every other 3 days or so. I’ve never waxed them

54. How white are your teeth? Pretty white

55. Have you ever been told that you look like a certain celebrity? No

56. How much do you look like your mother? Lmao I don’t look like her at all. I was adopted from Asia to a European country sooo

57. How much do you look like your father? ^

58. What do you think is your best physical feature? I like my legs and butt, they’re pretty nice haha

59. What do you think is your worst physical feature? I don’t like my smile and eyes

60. How good are you at communicating through facial expressions? I’m not sure

FASHION STYLE: 61. What type of clothing do you own the most of? I own a lot of different t-shirts I guess 62. How big is your closet? It’s pretty small for a walk-in closet 63. Have you ever looked through your closet and though “I have nothing to wear”? Well not like that because I have a quite a lot of clothes but yeah sometimes it’s hard to decide what to wear for that reason 64. What is your favorite fashion brand? I like Nike, Adidas and Fila 65. Do you wear skirts and dresses at all? If so, how often? I never wear skirts. I wear dresses in super formal situations so like once every three years lol 66. What is your dress size? XS or S 67. What is the shortest length of skirts and dresses you are comfortable wearing? I don’t think I would wear a dress that’s not reaching my knee. Or that goes past my knee, so knee length dresses are my style 68. How expensive was your prom dress? I’m not in high school yet, so 69. What is the most expensive piece of clothing you currently own? My winter jacket 70. Do you wear high heels or stilettos at all? If so, how often? No 71. Have you ever worn high heels casually? I haven’t 72. How often do you take an OOTD (outfit of the day) selfie? Never 73. Have you ever worn the exact same outfit from head to toe more than once? Yeah of course

74. How often do you wear a bra when out in public? I always wear it 75. How often do you wear a bra when bumming it at home? Always 76. When you get home from work, how soon does your bra typically come off? I don’t take it off unless I’m showering or changing it lol 77. Have you ever carried a spare bra with you in your purse? No lol 78. Which are you more likely to go without: A bra or panties? A bra, going out without panties would feel super uncomfortable 79. Does it matter to you if your bra and panties match or not? Nah, they pretty much never match 80. What type of underwear do you typically wear? The only type of underwear I wouldn’t wear is lace. The style doesn’t matter to me, the material/fabric does  81. How much of your underwear is white? I think I have couple 82. Have you ever carried a spare pair of underwear with you in your purse? No 83. Do you like eyeshadow? I don’t wear it  84. Do you like mascara? Or that, I don’t wear any makeup 85. How much makeup do you typically wear? I don’t wear it lol 86. Have you every gone out in public without any makeup on? Yes everytime 87. How much jewelry do you typically wear? Just my earrings and my nose ring 88. Is there any kind of jewelry you pretty much always wear? Well yes ^ my piercings 89. Do you carry a purse at all? I don’t own purses, I mostly use tote bags 

90. Do you like tube and halter tops? No

91. Do you like crop tops? I wear them sometimes, yeah 92. Are you comfortable showing off a little cleavage? I wouldn’t say it’s that uncomfortable but I never show cleavage lol especially when I go out in public 93. One-piece swimsuits or bikinis? Either way is fine 94. Does it matter to you if your bikini top matches the bottom? No

WEDDING CRAZE:

95. Have you ever been a bridesmaid? If so, how often? No

96. Do you have any desires to get married? Not yet anyway

97. For how long have you thought about your wedding? I haven’t thought of it

98. How much of your wedding do you have planned out already? I haven’t planned anything

99. Would you rather have a big or a small wedding? Small

100. Would you rather have a lot of bridesmaids or just a couple? Just couple, nothing dramatic lol

101. Would you rather have an indoor or an outdoor wedding? Does the same go for the reception? I guess indoor, the weather is so unpredictable

DATING & RELATIONSHIPS:

102. What is your current relationship status? Single

103. What is the longest relationship you’ve ever had? I’ve never been in a relationship

104. Do you consider yourself a hopeless romantic at all? Nah, I’m not romantic

105. Are you a virgin? If not, which gender did you lose your virginity to? Yes

106. What personality trait are you most attracted to? I people who make me laugh, it’s the best feeling. I also like cool people haha

107. Have you ever been on a blind date? No

108. Has anyone you know ever tried to set you up on a date? No

109. Do you use any dating apps? If so, have they ever worked out for you? Nope

110. Do you kiss on the first date? I haven’t been on a date

111. How often do guys hit on you? Never lol

112. Have women ever hit on you? No

114. Have you ever kissed another woman while sober? If so, did you like it? Well I’m always sober lmao. Anyway, I’ve kissed a girl and I liked it because it was with the right person

115. Have you ever dated another woman? No, or a boy like I said

116. After how long of dating do you typically consider a relationship to be serious? I don’t know

117. Would you rather your lover give you chocolate, flowers, both, or something else? Something else haha, like a hug and a kiss?

118. Are you friends with any of your exes? I don’t have any exes

119. Is sex before marriage wrong? No

ENTERTAINMENT: 120. What celebrity do you most admire and why? Hmm I don’t know who I really admire 121. Do you like romantic comedies? Do you have any favorites? Noooo, I hate them 122. Do you have a favorite romantic movie? Only romantic movies that I liked are Titanic and The Two Faces of January 123. Who is your favorite Disney princess? I like the story of Cinderella but I wouldn’t say she’s my favorite princess. I don’t have one?

124. What is your favorite Disney song? I don’t know 125. Do you watch The Bachelor or The Bachelorette? Nope 126. Have you ever watched Sex & The City? Never 127. Have you ever watched any shows such as Project Runway or America’s Next Top Model? I have seen couple episodes of them both but that’s it 128. Do you like watching any beauty pageants such as Miss America? No 129. Do you like watching the red carpet arrivals before award ceremonies? I don’t watch them 130. Beyonce or Taylor Swift? Beyoncé 131. Oprah Winfrey or Ellen DeGeneres? I used to like Ellen but now I’ve learned some things about her haha, I don’t know that much about Oprah but she seems nice and intelligent?

A PILE OF RANDOMNESS: 132. Are you named after anyone? No 133. How many male friends do you have? I don’t have any close male friends 134. Have you ever been considered the mother of your group of friends? No, the opposite ‘cos I’m the youngest so I’m like the baby lol 135. Have you ever called your friend friends your ‘girlfriends’? No 136. Have you ever called a non-lover a term such as honey, babe, dear, or darling? Yes my friends 137. How many items do you own that are of a floral print design? I don’t think I have any? 138. Have you ever scoffed at something because you thought it wasn’t feminine enough? No lol 139. How healthy do you eat? I eat pretty healthily. Not all the time like I have my “slips” but I’m mainly pretty healthy 140. What is your preferred way to carry a purse: Clutched in your hand, on your elbow, or on your shoulder? On my shoulder 141. Besides you phone, money, wallet, and keys, name five things you always have with you in your purse. Umm nothing else? Bunch of receipts I put to my bag after I bought something and never throw them out? lol

142. Have you ever lost anything inside your purse? No 143. Have you ever used your bra or your cleavage as a purse or a pocket? Just sometimes when my hands are full lol 144. Do you consider shopping a sport No lol 145. Do you shop more in physical walk-in stores or online? Lately online. It’s something I enjoy more actually, even though I like trying on clothes as well 146. What is the most amount of money you remember ever spending in one single shopping trip? I’m not sure actually 147. How often do you have a girls’ night out? Never?

148. Do you prefer coffee or tea? I like both, idk which one I prefer more 149. How polite do you consider yourself? I’m pretty polite 150. Can you do the splits? Yes 151. Do you like doing any yoga? I like stretching but I’ve never done yoga 152. Have you ever been told that you have cute handwriting? Yes

153. How well can you write in cursive? Pretty well I guess, but I prefer print 154. Have you ever successfully been on a diet? I’ve never been on one

155. Do you currently or have you ever belonged to a book club? No 156. Have you ever talked yourself out of a driving ticket by using your looks? I don’t drive 157. Have you ever drunk a non-alcoholic beverage from a wine glass? I don’t remember, I guess not? 158. Do you prefer showers or baths? Showers 159. Have you ever snorted while laughing? Yeah haha 160. How strict are you about manners? I’m not super strict about them

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too fast.

summary ⟶ Jackson and Chaeun had their last minute planned date before Chaeun leaves Korea for 5 months.

timeline ⟶ October 2019

characters : Ji Chaeun (The Bloody Roses), Wang Jackson (Got7)

❝ I can’t stop you, can’t I? ❞

Jackson sighs, for how many times he couldn’t keep track. 

He was in his girlfriend’s new shared house, in her own room, laying down on his girlfriend’s bed at the same time waiting for her to finish getting ready for their short last-minute planned date.

At the same time, he was admiring how aesthetic his girlfriends’ room was decorated. Everything was black and white, which is also his favorite color.

The bathroom door opens to reveal Chaeun wearing jeans and a normal white-shirt, her hair still wet. Jackson quickly sat up, going towards the dressing table.

“Baby, let me help you dry your hair. Sit down!” Jackson was already holding onto the hair-dryer without even hearing Chaeun’s response, his free hand grabbing onto Chaeun’s arm as he pulled her towards the chair of her dressing table.

Knowing it will be that last time that they will be seeing each other, Chaeun didn’t even protest as she just watches Jackson blow-drying her hair, his eyes were too focused as he looked to the mirror then towards her hair.

Chaeun still remembers the time when she had to tell him. She never felt so nervous when she had to tell Jackson that she would be leaving abroad. 

She was afraid of his reaction.

“5 months?” Jackson mumbled, his eyes moving as he read the letter of acceptance from CIA university. Chaeun watched him and his face visibly fell as he went pale.

Jackson looks away from the paper, it was obvious he was in a state of shock. He knew this is one of the thousands obstacles he is going to face if he is dating someone working under the law enforcement.

His eyes started to get teary, it was the exact feeling that he has to be away from his parents for the first time.

Chaeun immediately saw his eyes begin tearing as she quickly took the paper away from his hands, holding onto his hands tightly, peering onto his face. Chaeun couldn’t even get her words out, it would be insensitive of her to say it was only a few months.

“I can’t stop you, can’t I?” muttered Jackson, his eyes moving towards Chaeun. She could only sigh, looking away from him. 

“I will call you every night, I promise.” Chaeun reassured. 

Jackson wanted to protest, but he already made a promise to her, to each other that they have to trust each other, and so far they did. This was a huge obstacle for Jackson.

He let out a sigh, looking directly at her, letting out a small smile before planting a kiss on her cheeks.

“Yes please,”

“Oh my god. You look so pretty,” Jackson smiled widely as he looked at Chaeun with adoration through the mirror, earning a slight blush from her. She quickly stood up, facing him.

“Thank you.” Chaeun muttered, staring into his eyes and somehow, she felt sorrow. 

She never felt this way before. 

But ever since being in a relationship with Jackson, he clings onto her and whenever Chaeun jokingly refuses, he would find ways to be with her, holding onto her hand 24/7.

There was never a day that Chaeun wouldn’t laugh. Jackson would always tell her about his day, random and funny things that happened during the day. 

Chaeun loves to hear him rambling, ranting, telling her stories of his daily life because it was interesting to her and she finds Jackson adorable as she spends more time with him.

Jackson was like a happy pill to her and knowing that he wouldn’t be by her side, it would be the most boring 5 months she had to endure.

“Princess? Baby? Chaeunnie?” Jackson snapped his fingers in front of Chaeun as she was in a daze, earning a chuckle from him, his hands traveled to her face, pinching her cheeks.

Chaeun’s eyes moved towards him. 

“Right.. Sorry - c’mon! We’ll be late!” Chaeun let out a smile as she quickly grabbed her belongings, at the same time pulling Jackson along with her before they exited the house together.

Chaeun was on high alert whenever they were in public. 

She still reminds herself and sometimes to Jackson that they should keep PDA to a minimum since their relationship hasn’t been revealed, yet.

But Jackson will always have his way on holding onto Chaeun’s hands or holding onto her arms, locking them with his.

The couple decided to go to every shop, buying stuff for Chaeun since she is going abroad. 

But Chaeun would turn down some of his offers because the boy isn’t aware of the price. Even when Chaeun told him about how pricey it is, his usual replied would be “You are much more expensive than this,” and Chaeun can’t help but to sigh.

Chaeun has no choice but to go along with him after seeing him become sulky and pouty.

But Chaeun will speak up if it’s too much.

Thankfully, it was time for them to head towards the location where Got7 is filming for their new comeback music video. 

Ever since they step into the car, Jackson suddenly went quiet and Chaeun knows why he has become silent.

Her free hand traveled towards his hands, her thumb rubbing on top of his hand as if to cheer him up. Chaeun didn’t want him to be sad or upset, she didn’t want to see him like this as her last time being with him.

Jackson turned towards her, her eyes were focused on the road but she could see his changed expression on the corner of her eyes. His smile slowly widens, Chaeun feeling his fingers intertwining with hers.

As they reach the venue and the both of them getting out of the car, Jackson holds onto Chaeun’s hand as they went into the set to see JYP staffs getting ready as they were preparing the props for the venue and Chaeun saw some of the stylists carrying multiple of their designed clothes.

Chaeun turned towards Jackson as he was coolly sipping onto his coffee looking around the set. They had less than 30 minutes left before Jackson had to go in.

Jackson took out his phone as he began to take pictures of Chaeun, as he was making it really obvious.

“Jackson, what are you doing?” 

“I’m taking pictures of you. Just be yourself. It’s a candid style,” answered Jackson as his eyes were focused onto his phone while sipping onto his coffee.

Chaeun chuckled as she shook her head, grabbing on his arm as he dragged him to go into the venue, Jackson still taking pictures of her.

Once they entered the set, Chaeun looked at her watch, and it was time for Jackson to leave soon.

“Baby, don’t look.” Jackson voiced out as she looked up to see his eyes gazing onto her watch too. 

She could see him trying to hide his sad face. Chaeun instantly let her arm fall on her side, putting her right arm that has her watch at the back of hers.

Both of them were being silent for a minute and it broke by Jackson sighing and engulfing Chaeun into a tight hug.

“As much as I want you to be with me, I know this will be beneficial for you if you take the courses, you will get your master’s degree. I’m so proud of you, Chaeun-ah.” admired Jackson as his expression softens, his free hand cupping her cheeks.

Chaeun smiled warmly as she suddenly remembered something. 

Her hands went towards her jean pockets, earning curious looks from Jackson, seeing his girlfriend looking a little panicked.

Chaeun’s smile widened as she finally found what she was looking for. She took out the bracelet that she custom made for Jackson, as she showed it to him.

Jackson’s eyes widened as he looked towards Chaeun then pointing to himself.

“Is this for me?!” Jackson exclaimed and Chaeun nodded, grabbing his right hand as she quickly put on the bracelet for him. 

“It’s custom made because I wanted the design to be similar to my family. They are the initials of my parents and brother’s name.” Chaeun showed her wrist towards him, seeing 2 bracelets, that had different colors. 

It was obvious that one of them represents Jackson since it has the letter ‘JS’ on it and it was in colored black, while the other one has 3 initials and the color of the string is dark red. 

“Aww, baby. So sweet!” Jackson cooed, his hand clutching onto his heart dramatically and Chaeun rolled her eyes.

“Jackson! Please be in the stylist area now!” A voice called and both Jackson and Chaeun looked towards where it came from to see one of the staff looking a little frustrated.

Jackson turned towards Chaeun with a slight pout. 

“I’m not going to say goodbye because it isn’t.” Chaeun shrugged as she leaned towards Jackson for a hug. 

She can't help but giggle to feel Jackson’s heart beating a little too hard and fast.

Her eyes shifted towards him, as it then moves towards his lips and Chaeun decided to make the first move by crashing her lips towards his and to feel Jackson’s hand cupping to her cheeks, at the same time reacting to her kiss by leaning forward.

Chaeun quickly pulled away to see Jackson’s lip pouting and she was lucky to pull away before things escalated quickly and besides they are in public. 

She can't help but to chuckle, then letting out a smile.

“I’ll watch your comeback every day!” cheered Chaeun and Jackson nodded. 

“Text me again later,” Jackson reminded and Chaeun nodded, gesturing to go before he gets reprimanded by the staff. 

Jackson’s steps felt heavy, and he didn’t have the heart leave her behind knowing she was leaving Korea as soon as she stepped out of the location, in about a day.

“Jackson-ah!” Chaeun yelled and Jackson quickly turned behind, his eyes locked with hers.

“I love you!” Chaeun yelled as she waved her hands.

Jackson bit the bottom of his lips, as he slightly turned towards the staff who were somehow talking among themselves.

He decided to use this chance to run towards Chaeun as his hands automatically reaching for her cheeks, cupping it and it was his turn to crash his lips onto hers.

Chaeun’s eyes widen twice to feel that this time, the kiss was rough and needy. She knew exactly what Jackson was feeling as she followed Jackson along, letting Jackson’s tongue enter her mouth.

Jackson pulled away as he embraced her one last time. This time, it was a feeling of love and trust. 

Couldn’t bear to look at her face, Jackson walked away as he slightly looked towards her, waving at her.

For the first time, Chaeun smiled brightly even though her loved one walked away from her but she knows it was the only way before the feeling turns into longing.

masterlist : Got7 Bodyguard Au

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Ella's mother calls her clever at least twice that I heard.

LITTLE ELLA HAS A LEGIT FULL SIZED CAROUSEL HORSE IN HER BEDROOM??? And with that, it looks like there was at least 1 puppet stage, what I can only assume to be a carousel music box but it's built like a Christmas Pyramid, a mobile, and a canopy bed.

The way she and her dad both say thank you this must have been very difficult for you when they get news the one they love is dying???

The Just So and Shall We lines repeat too.

The dress she's wearing when her father returns and when her mother's dying are the same, it just had fake flowers on it when he returns.

We see 3 different Ella's walking with her father toward the meadow. There's little Ella in Black after her mother dies, then what I assume is teenage Ella in a white or blue floral dress sand her hair work to the side and flowing over her shoulder, and then Lily.

Ella lets her shoes hand off her feet a lot

Her physical reaction to her father mentioning Lady Tremaine even before he says anything about marriage.

That butterfly comb will never NOT remind me of Rose's in Titanic.

I can't see anyone in that time period actually making their day Lucifer???

I hate Lady Tremaine's black hat when we first meet her.

The way Ella smiles and laughs for her father and then visibly deflates the instant he turns around KILLS me.

When the Tremaines arrive, Ella's mother's portrait is on the bookshelf in the study/parlor/whatever that room is where she died.

Drisella tells Anastasia their mother's lying about the house being charming and says it's just manners. Anastasia tells her to shut up.

The look Ella's father gives Anastasia when she says they never thought to decorate, and how he looks back at Ella.

Before he leaves on that last trip, Ella KNOWS he isn't well and she can tell something going to happen.

Why the fuck does Tremaine get so jealous of hearing about Ella's mother when she CLEARLY doesn't love her father?

The way Anastasia and Tremaine both look at Drisella after the complexion line kills me.

Like... Tremaine legit kept up a smile until the carriage pulled away and it was gone in less time than it took to blink.

The harp just sitting in the corner. Totally Ella's mother's. Js.

When Tremaine banishes her to the attic, it sounds like Ella was going to say something about staying in a smaller room?

By the time Ella and Tremaines talk in the study/parlor, all of her things, her father's things, and her mother's things are packed up and set aside, including the portrait of her mother. Suspicious much?

Anastasia and Drisella have toys. At first, we are Anastasia holding a doll and Drisella a rabbit, but they switch later.

Casual reminder that Ella's the youngest, since Anastasia calls her their little sister.

I want a full version of Lily singing Sing Sweet Nightingale and Lavender's Blue.

There are flower decorating and motifs all over this house. The walls. The clothes. Even in the stone wall in the kitchen.

Ella's look at Drisella while she's singing. And like... Tremaine herself tells her to shut up, but she gets mad at Ella for being like cringe.

Ella immediately knows as soon as she opens the door and see Farmer John.

Tremaine is a damn good actress though. Her eyes treating when they get the news.

THE BEEHIVES ARE SO CUTE.

That red bedroom of Tremaine's is so garish though.

Another casual reminder: ELLA NEVER GOT TO PROPERLY MOURN HER FATHER BECAUSE SHE WAS WORKING 24/7.

I imagine the scraps they gave her to eat lessened as time went on and they had less food and money. But she always shared them, no matter how meager.

Jacqueline is iconic.

A GIANT POT OF LAVENDER IS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE STAIRS TO THE ATTIC FROM THE KITCHEN.

Gods that robe of Tremaine's is AWFUL.

"Is there someone we've forgotten" They're dehumanizing her already. What a cunt.

Ella riding barebacked and workout reigns will never NOT impress me tbh.

Convince me the stag wasn't a test for both Ella and Kit from Fairy godmother.

Gods Richard was PERFECT in this role. And every time I hear his real accent I'm shook.

Kit's fucking whipped from the start.

Ella only calls him Kit. You can't tell me otherwise.

His sympathy when she says "They treat me as well as they're able". Tell me that this like doesn't ring in his head later and that's why he knows she's been stopped from coming to him.

RICHARD'S DIMPLES

IT'S KIT. KIT. I'M KIT. You absolute fucking disaster of a man 🤣🤣

And you know the Captain never lets him live that down.

Kit goes away a little and comes back when he says he hopes to see her again.

Ella's little lip bite.

Gods those blue and yellow split outfits on the palace staff are ATROCIOUS.

The banter with Kit and the King. And Kit and Ella in the secret garden.

MASTER PHINEAS.

Why are Kit's outfits so attractive?? 🥺

Kit and the king are so short compared to the Captain and the Grand Duke.

The Captain's laugh.

"That's very kind of you. To think of me." My poor baby.

THE LOOKS AFTER SHE CLAPS BACK IN FRENCH. SLAY.

Also, "I speak French not Italian".

Kit, honey you can say it's for the people all you want. You're not fooling anyone.

What the actual fuck does moonface even mean??

Ella making her dress in a day??? Damn girl.

I love Fairy godmother's beggar woman cloak???

Gods I HATE Lady Tremaine.

Ella's pink dress swear her mother's wedding dress like in the deleted song from the cartoon. And this is the hill I'll die on.

"Hairy dogfather" JFC.

I'd have liked the whole fairy godmother getup better without those dinky little wings tbh.

Ella not knowing what cantaloupe is.

MR. FUCKING GOOSE.

I'm sorry, but the lizard footmen creep me out. THEY DIDN'T NEED TO GIVE THEM THOSE TEETH LIKE WTF.

Ok but like... Would the greenhouse have been repaired at midnight though???

Honestly, Disney deprived us all of Lily being trapped in the pumpkin a la the Cinderella episode of Britannica's Tales Around the World with Pat Morita.

WHY TRANSFORM THE MICE. IT'S A FARM. THEY HAVE HORSES.

"I can't drive, I'm a goose" is my favorite line.

Unpopular opinion??? But I liked the ballgown better either without the butterflies or during the transformation when there was only those few blue ones.

I do like the gold butterflies in the slippers though.

I want to know how they got the crystals to stay in Lily and Helena's hair.

Sitting in a crinoline must be awful.

The palace is stunning.

I love every single one of the chandeliers in this movie.

The king waves at Chelina and Kit KNOWS.

The girl on the staircase next to the Tremaines when they get introduced laughs at them. And honestly, same.

"Someone I meet once TONIGHT".

For real, how did the guards at the stairs not hear Ella's name or that her footman was a lizard? They were like not even 5 feet away.

Ella playing with her skirt when she happy and scared.

KIT'S SMILE.

I wish we saw more of the purple in the ballgown.

I love that Ella's descent had Lavender's Blue and the dance has Once Upon A Dream in the score.

The Captain HAD to have told Kit that the Grand Duke already promised him to Chelina. And who gave him the right to do that anyway?

Kit's stammering.

Ella's gasp when he takes her waist and the way she looks at him is like the signature Lily shot. They did the same thing in War & Peace.

"They're all looking at you. Believe me they're all looking at YOU".

The one part in the dance where they kinda flap their arms up and down reminds me of a butterfly and idk why.

Dancing wearing a sword had to be tough. Especially when your partner's in a crinoline and a heavy ass dress. Props to Richard.

Lily tripping at one point during the dance.

Even Chelina loves Ella let's be real here.

Why is there so much telling people to shut up in this movie???

WE GOTTA FACE FACTS HERE, KIT AND ELLA ARE EVEN BETTER AND MORE LOVING PARENTS THAN THEIR OWN WERE.

I love the secret garden scene so much.

When Kit puts the shoe on her foot... Why is that like 😏😏. I hate feet. Why is that breathtakingly romantic??

Why do they always hesitate? GO AFTER HER IMMEDIATELY DAMN IT.

The crier's aids when he hits his head on the stairs.

Ella's interaction with the king.

Kit you're so slow. She's in glass heels and a crinoline and she still outran you.

DISNEY I WANT A DIRECTOR'S CUT OF THE FILM WITH ALL THE DELETED SCENES PUT BACK IN. I NEED KIT SAYING THE LADY ISN'T HERE TO DEFEND HERSELF.

They honestly don't see the footman using his coat tails to lower the portcullis??

Anastasia actually seemed pretty nice to Ella after the ball? Saying she looked cheerful and patting her arm? But then again, we really only see Tremaine and Drisella ripping the dress soooo?

ELLA YOU CAN'T KEEP A SECRET TO SAVE YOUR LIFE.

Girl you need a better hiding place than under the floorboards.

But like the music in the attic after the ball is so sweet???

KIT AND HIS FATHER. THANK YOU FOR LETTING HIM CRY AND SAY I LOVE YOU.

Also like... Notice that Tremaine's Just so to Ella's father was really patronizing and condescending. Ella's to Kit was insecure and uncertain. But the king's to Kit was proud.

At least Kit's not dumb. He's meet this girl multiple times. He don't need a shoe to tell him it's her.

WHY RIP THE ORIGAMI BUTTERFLY THOUGH.

Ella was full on ready to die in that attic to save Kit.

Why do all they guys' pants fit really well except Stellan's? His are loose and baggy.

Y'all know this girl is young and blonde wtf.

Also, fun fact. The girl that asks the Captain if she can try the other foot is Mimi Ndiweni. She played Fringilla in The Witcher on Netflix.

The Grand Duke turning away from the old lady, but the Captain letting her yet the slipper on anyway. 🥺

I want to know where in the line Kit was hiding.

Also how many takes they had to do of Sophie and Holliday trying the slipper on. Cause I wouldn't have been able to do it without laughing. Especially at Holliday's face.

Like... Even if the plan had gone down the way the Grand Duke and Tremaine wanted, I don't see him keeping his word to make her a counted and get good marriages for Anastasia and Drisella.

"YOU HAVE NEVER BEEN AND YOU NEVER WILL BE MY MOTHER".🗣️🗣️

Ella and Kit is my favorite score in the whole movie.

You know, the girls actually seen happy for Ella. Especially Anastasia. Her and Ella getting along better like in Dreams Come True is canon ok.

NEVER GONNA GET OVER KIT AND ELLA WEARING THEIR PARENTS' RINGS.

I love Ella's wedding gown.

Where did they get all those flowers in the winter though 😂