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[bellysoupset]

Sorry, not a story request, but I'm not sure how else people ask questions anonymously, I'm a little new :( I wanted to also start writing and posting sickfics on here and was curious if you have any tips about how to start off? :)

Hi anon! No worries, you hit the right button 😉

I have a tag with some more extensive advice #meta, but overall the most important tips I can give you:

Write what YOU like. Don't write what you think will be popular, it'll mean much more if you get a single like in what you actually like than a 100 in something you don't. Have fun with it, be self indulgent and just allow yourself to fall in love with your characters. .

Use the tags! #sickfic and #emeto, as well as whatever other illnesses/situations you have! .

Organize your writing. Have a general tag and have a masterlist. It's so easy to get lost in what you've written or not, have a comprehensible way of going back on it, so you can always check the details you included. I talked more about it here .

Interact with other authors and with anons! We're not entitled to interaction, so just like I wouldn't recommend you reblog/comment on stuff you don't actually like, I can't promise people will do that for you too. That said, it IS important to be open and engage with others, we share our works because we want to connect with people, right?

And let me be the first to say, welcome in! I hope you have fun, anon!

[goldeunoias]

Do you like me a little bit?

A/N: to the shy subby anonies in my inbox gushing over daddy Sunghoon, this is for you!💕

not proofread that much i sowwy

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"Come sit cupcake," Sunghoon cooed over to you, spreading his legs on the sofa as he undid his tie and button up. You swallowed thickly and sat next to him on the sofa, earning a fanged grin from him.

"You know that's not where I wanted you to sit," he whispered against your ear, grabbing your wrist gently and pulling you into his lap, back pressed against his chest.

"H-hoonie," you began when firm hands began massaging the squish on your thighs, pulling up your sundress to reveal soiled underwear. "Im sorry," you rushed out, feeling a sense a shame grow over you at the fact that you didn't pick up on how he, indeed, did not want you to go out to lunch with your male coworker with just the two of you.

He chuckled against the back of your neck, canines nipping their way down the thin skin. "It's not your fault cupcake, I'm not mad at you nor I could never be mad at you," he soothed, grabbing your chin so you could stare at chocolate eyes.

"But I won't lie, I was kinda pissed when he offered the outing in front of me," Sunghoon remarked through gritted teeth, dragging his tongue up your neck before sucking on the skin.

"Especially since he put you in a position where you couldn't say no," he hissed, pushing the straps down of your sundress. You whimpered as pert nipples came in contact with the cool air of your apartment, Sunghoon grabbing each in his fingertips and squeezing them gently.

"My cupcake is too pretty, what should I do?" He cooed, tugging as you squirmed in his lap. "Should I mark you as mine cupcake? Be the first to fill you up in here?" he continuously questioned, pressing down on your lower belly to where your uterus was.

You nodded eagerly at the prospect, knowing how serious Sunghoon was about always keeping a condom on. Sunghoon smiled and motioned with his face for you to open your mouth, you doing so without hesitation.

You whimpered as his hot tongue slid against yours and took dominance, one of Sunghoon's hands coming up to hold your chin in place so you couldn't keen away from the sensation.

"Hoonie wait I-I need air," you panted out against his lips, bunching up his button up in your hands as Sunghoon heeded only for a second before trickling drops of saliva down your throat, some managing to slip past your lips and down the sides of your mouth.

When he pulled back to let you have your air your lips were shiny with his saliva and your breathing was ragged, Sunghoon wasting no time as he slid your underwear to the side and pushed a digit in.

"Feels good hoonie, feels so so good," you croaked out as your walls pulsed around his digit, your nails digging into his forearm as you rutted your hips against the sensation.

Before you could beg he'd slid another digit past your entrance and this time you whimpered at the stretch of such thick digits pushing past your gummy walls, squirming away from the sensation instinctively.

Sunghoon tsked and moved you so you were flat on your belly with your lower half slightly raised up, Sunghoon pushing his fingers in deeper than before.

You moaned into the cushion of the mattress and kicked your legs out some as the pads of his fingers pressed against your favorite spot, never missing the chance for his thumb to messily rub over your swollen and puffy clit.

"You're always so cute when you're getting stretched out princess," he teased against the shell of your ear, nipping at it with his teeth before leaving bite marks down your shoulder. "You'll whine and whimper as if you can't take it and next moments after you're begging for every inch of my cock."

You whined and shook your head no, burying your face in the cushion in embarrassment as the squelching sounds only got louder, Sunghoon amplifying it even more by sliding in a third digit.

"No? Cute, you think I'll believe that? Listen to your pussy cupcake, listen to how badly it wants me and only me," he continued, knowing how flustered dirty talk made you but how turned on you got at the same time.

"Y-you're teasing me," you huffed against the couch, legs shaking as you struggled to hold yourself up. By this point you could feel your lower belly ache for release as his fingers stretched you out, your breathing getting heavier as you felt the coil tighten.

"I am," he agreed against your ear, not able to hide smile.

"But you're wet because of it."

Almost as if by perfect timing the knot in your belly snapped and you gripped the cushion for dear life as your walls pulsed tightly around his fingers, Sunghoon pulling them out with a loud squelch.

You could hear the sound of his belt being undone and the zipper of his slacks lowering and your mouth began water almost if by conditioned.

"Does cupcake want it?" He remarked with feigned sympathy, tapping his tip against your entrance. You could feel trickles of his precum leak onto your slit and you whined and nodded, clenching around nothing when he pushed his tip against your puffy clit.

"Gotta use words if you want me princess, I can't be the only one talking~"

You huffed and whined out a "please hoonie" through shaky breaths, your toes curling as you felt him push his tip in. You didn't realize how much different he could feel without a condom on, the warmth he pushed against your walls stealing the breath from your lungs.

"If you beg some more I'll give you just the tip cupcake," he pushed a bit more, wanting to see if he could get his shy princess out of her shell.

You swallowed and gathered your courage before turning and flipping onto your back, guiding his hips closer to yours.

"I-I want you inside hoonie, to fill me up in here," you managed out, pressing down on your lower belly where he had.

Sunghoon felt a shiver cast down his spine at how turned on he was, pushing every inch inside until his curve was pressing against your cervix.

"Fuck your pussy is so fucking wet," Sunhoon hissed between his teeth as his hips started snapping into yours, his cheeks reddening from how turned on he was. His own breathing had started stuttering as he got lost pleasure, grabbing your legs push them against your chest.

"W-wait it' s'too deep you're-" your sentence was cut short by a ragged moan as Sunghoon's tip kept pushing against the entrance of your cervix, your toes curling as your mind got drowned out in pleasure.

"Nuh-uh cupcake, I have to go this deep to make sure you take every single drop," he remarked between breaths, grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head to minimize your squirming.

"See? Look at you tightening up around so tightly pussy is eager to milk me for every drop," he remarked as syrupy droplets started to form a ring at the base of his cock and cling to his pubic hair, his teeth biting down on his lower lip as he got close.

"h-hoonie kiss me please," you choked out, as you felt a knot start tightening in your lower belly. He bent down and messily slid his tongue against yours into your mouth, your hands squeezing against his as you felt your belly get tighter.

"Shit, you're tightening around me cupcake, you really want that badly huh?" he groaned against your lips, one of his hands releasing yours to rub your already abused clit. Your free hand pressed against his chest as you felt something other than an orgasm forming, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

"C'mon cupcake keep your eyes on me so you watch me pump you full, I know you can do it," he breathed out as he felt his balls tightening, eyes pieced against yours.

You did your best to hold his gaze as the knot snapped and liquid gushed from between your legs, Sunghoon stilling his hips inside of you to make sure you took every last drop.

He pulled out slowly and couldn't help but admire as trickles of thick liquid attempted to trickle it's way out, Sunghoon smiling before pushing it back in against your sensitive walls.

"Aw cupcake, don't spill my gift to you" he faux whined, pouting his lips as he used his cum to finger you. You shuddered and squirmed as your body felt the intense sensations, head already delirious as he looked at you.

"I-I'm sorry," you babbled out, unable to form any concrete thoughts as your belly started getting tighter again.

"It's okay cupcake," Sunghoon cooed as he kissed your nose, watching with a satisfied grin as your eyes lost focus.

"I'll pump you with more of my gift so your coworker will know that you're mine."

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A/N: DID I DO A GOOD SUBBY SUNGHOONIE STANS PLEASE LET ME KNOW! i have anon turned on so pls come and chat with me about whether i did your man justice🥺💕

[maidragoste]

Chapter Three: He ruined it

The Hunger Games AU

Katniss!Jacaerys x Peeta!Reader

Chapter One Chapter Two

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Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes

The elevator ride takes less than a minute since the training rooms are below the floor of your floor, but Jacaerys could still feel the tension in the air. He doesn't know if it's because you're nervous like him about seeing who they'll have to face in a few days or if, like him, you're upset because Larys told you two to spend all your time in public close to each other. Jace doesn't understand the reason behind his uncle's instructions, first, he made you two hold hands at the parade and now it seemed as if he wanted you to become friends while training. Jace doesn't like this, he doesn't want to get attached to you. That would only make things more difficult in the arena, but when he complained his uncle reminded him that he had already promised that he would do whatever he told him. He had to do it if he wanted to return home to Lucerys and Joffrey.

When they both get out of the elevator they find a giant gym full of weapons and obstacle courses. It's not even ten o'clock, yet you two are the last to arrive. The rest of the tributes are gathered in a tense circle, each one has a piece of cloth attached to their shirt with the number of their respective district. While they give his number, Jacaerys in a quick assessment realizes that you two are the only ones who are dressed alike. Was it another way to appear like a united front to others?

Once you and Jacaerys join the circle the head trainer steps forward and introduces herself as Atala and then begins to explain the training schedule, how each position has an expert in the skill in question, that some positions teach tactics survival and other fighting techniques. She also warns that it is prohibited to perform combat exercises with another tribute and that if someone wants to practice with a partner, there are assistants.

“We don't have to be together all the time if you don't want to,” you whispered to him, once Atala finished reading the list of skills and gave them the freedom to start training.

“But Larys said”

“Larys isn't here,” you interrupted, making him frown. “He's not going to know if we don't follow what he tells us one hundred percent.”

“If you don't want to train with me just say it” he snapped, feeling annoyed although it made no sense because he should be happy that you don't want to train with him either after all Jacaerys wanted to avoid spending as much time with you as possible.

“I'm not the one who complained at breakfast,” you reminded him, making him blush and feel ashamed of himself for his attitude. If he weren't so impulsive he would have at least waited for you to go to your room before complaining to his uncle.

“I'm sorry about that,” he apologized, scratching the back of his neck.

“Okay,” you shrugged, downplaying it, but even so, your district partner still felt like a fool because of his attitude. “Where do you want to start?”

“Let's tie some knots,” Jacaerys responded, thinking that his uncle had said not to attract attention so he was forbidden to take a bow at least until the private session with the gamemakers. Besides, Jace had no desire to be around the professional tributes, who had gone straight to the weapons that looked more deadly and handled them without difficulty, nor the trembling tributes who received their first class of knives or axes.

The stall is empty so the coach seems excited when the two approach. When he realizes that Jacaerys knows something about traps, he teaches them how to make a simple trap that would leave another tribute hanging from a tree by their leg. They practice for an hour until they both master the technique well and then move on to the camouflage station. Jacaerys notices that you seem more excited in this position as you mix mud, clay, and berry juice on your skin. It also seems easy for you to braid costumes out of vines and leaves. The coach for this position is excited about your work.

"I make the cakes" you blurt out of nowhere.

"The cakes?" He had been concentrating on watching Royce Baratheon swing a mace directly into the chest of a mannequin.

"Those from the bakery. I make the decorations"

Jacaerys remembers those cakes, which are on display in the shop window, with flowers and other pretty designs on the icing. Before he went to live with Uncle Larys he was never able to eat one of those but since they lived with him there was always cake for special occasions like birthdays and New Year's. Every time they went to buy the cake Joffrey and Lucerys always argued about which one looked the best before choosing which one to take. If he came home he didn't think he would be able to accompany them back to the bakery. He couldn't see your father and brothers in the face again. Nor could he see the disappointment in his brothers' eyes when they saw that the cakes were no longer as pretty as before.

"They're cute, but you won't be able to glaze someone to death," he hadn't meant to sound so scathing but thinking about your death, your family, and his siblings put him in a bad mood.

"You never know what might be in the arena what if…?"

"Let's continue with another position" he interrupts you, he wasn't in the mood for some joke.

"Okay, go ahead with whatever you want, I'll stay here a little longer. I'll catch up with you later" you responded.

The smile on your face had disappeared and Jacaerys felt a tightness in his stomach but he decided to ignore it, he just nodded and went to the fire-making station. He is so focused on the coach's instructions and getting the technique right that he doesn't even realize that he has spent so much time there until they announce that it is time for lunch. Jacaerys looks at you with the idea of telling you to have lunch together. He frowns when he sees that you are no longer alone but are talking to Jason Mallister, the thirteen-year-old boy from District 4. What were you doing? Larys said not to attract attention and you found yourself talking to one of the professional tributes, of course, that would attract attention.

Annoyed, Jacaerys went to the carts that had been brought with food and began to serve himself and then sat alone at one of the tables. Professional tributes gathered around a table. They were loud, unlike the rest they seemed carefree, as if they were not afraid.

A few minutes later you sit next to him. Jacaerys can't hold his curiosity for long so he asks you.

“Why were you talking to him?”

“Stop frowning, we're supposed to be friends,” you scold him in a whisper and he struggles to put on a friendlier face. “He reminds me of Joffrey,” you admit.

“My brother is nothing like him,” the brunette denies instantly. He wouldn't tell you but when you two saw the District 4 reaping he also thought about his brother when Jason appeared on screen. But he couldn't allow himself to see his brother in one of his opponents, that would only hurt him in the arena, so he instantly forced himself to push that thought away from him. The only thing in common between the two of them was that they are both thirteen years old, he just repeated to himself.

"I just showed Jason how I made my camouflage and I remembered when I tried to teach Joffrey how to frost a cookie." Jace must have made some funny face in his surprise because you were smiling again. "He made a mess, I don't know how he ended up with frosting on his hair and face, the only reason my mother didn't get mad is because Joffrey bought the cookies he ruined. If you ask me, he didn't ruin them, he just took artistic liberties" You said the last thing as if you were telling him a big secret, leaning towards him and putting your hand a few centimeters from your face, hiding it from the other tributes, as if you didn't want to they will try to read your lips. At your antics and the image of his younger brother covered in icing, Jacaerys can't help but laugh.

"I didn't know Joffrey spent so much time at the bakery."

"And with you", he added in his head. He couldn't help but wonder why his brother never told him. Although he shouldn't be surprised because at home there is always some bread or cookie from the bakery, but he always thought that the one who was going to buy it was Uncle Larys. He might have missed some things by spending so much time in the forest and the Hob with Baela.

"Your brother is addicted to sugar so he usually comes often after school to buy something. He says he deserves a treat after spending hours locked up in hell."

Jacaerys notices the affection with which you speak of his brother and he can't help but feel warm. He has the feeling that you have even more stories to tell about his brothers and he wants to hear them all.

"Yeah, that sounds like Joffrey," he agrees with a smile.

During the rest of the days of training, Jacaerys feels a whole mix of emotions fighting within him. You two continue training together in some positions such as setting up shelters, recognizing edible plants, and throwing knives and spears, but at some point, you always end up separated by your decision because you want to train with a partner so you look for one of the assistants. In those moments Jace can't help but distrust you because for a while he sees you fighting with the assistant but then the next time he sees you you are in the same section as the professionals, he never sees you talking to one of them but he still can't avoid feeling restless. On the other hand, he can't continue denying that something is forming between the two of you; it's impossible not to form a kind of friendship after sharing so many anecdotes during lunch. At first, you were the one who did most of the talking, telling him more about Joffrey's visits to the bakery, but then Jace wants to know about you and starts asking you more about you and your brothers. And before he least realizes it, he is also sharing his own stories. He tells you how Uncle Larys once made them believe his house was haunted only to make them stop wandering around at night because they wouldn't let him sleep. You laugh when he tells you how he once challenged a bear to fight in the woods to keep a beehive and how his father had never scolded him so much.

On the second day of training before you go to train with an assistant you whisper to Jacaerys that he has a shadow. When he turns to see Rue, the little girl from District 11 spying on them, you encourage him to talk to her but Jace refuses because he has no idea what to say to her and also because he is afraid of meeting her and she will remind him of his brothers or Baela's little sisters.

When the private sessions arrive with the gamemakers it is evident that both you and Jacaerys are nervous because neither of you tries to have a conversation while waiting your turn or even when the two of you are alone after Rue enters.

"Good luck," Jacaerys wishes you as he stands up when he is called. He couldn't tell you later because once a tribute finishes the session he has to go to his apartment "Try throwing the weights, impress them."

"Thank you" It is evident that you were not expecting his words because you keep looking at him impressed "Lucky for you too. Remember to shoot well" you smile at him.

He nods and starts walking towards the door.

He ruined it. What the hell was he thinking? No, he didn't think about it. He just let his anger get the best of him, he was outraged that the guards had stopped paying attention to him after he missed his first shot, he was furious that he could die within a few days and they wouldn't deign to watch his entire performance, so he took the arrow and shot at the gamemakers' table. Of course, he didn't shoot any of them, his arrow hit right where he wanted it, in the apple that the pig had in its mouth. When all eyes were on him he sarcastically thanked them for their time while bowing. He didn't wait to be fired, he stormed out of the training room still feeling his blood boil. Only when he was alone in the elevator did he feel the weight of what he did, he felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest and his throat was burning. He ruined it. He hadn't tried to kill any of the gamemakers but maybe someone would think that. He was sure he must be the first tribute to do something like that. He lost any chance he had of winning the games. But what scares him the most is that because of his attitude, they will now punish his brothers. He would never forgive himself if something happened to them because of him.

When the elevator doors opened, tears had already begun to roll down Jacaerys's cheeks. He ignored the questions from Effie, who was waiting for him in the hallway, and locked himself straight into his room. It didn't take long for knocks to sound on his door and the woman's voice asking him to come out but he didn't move from the bed. When silence came he thought that he had finally given up and they would leave him alone. But minutes later he heard the cold voice of his uncle:

"Jacaerys, open the door. Stop acting like a child."

Jacaerys was about to ignore him but then he realized that the only one who could help him protect his brothers was his uncle. So he took courage and got out of his pile of blankets. He unlatched the door and nervously opened the door. For a moment he thought he saw something different in his uncle's eyes. He couldn't figure out exactly what but that only made him more nervous. Without saying anything he went to sit on the edge of the bed while he watched Larys enter and close the door again. Surprising him, did his uncle think that he would try to escape in the middle of the conversation?

Larys took the chair that was at the desk placed it in front of the bed and then sat down.

"I ruined it," said Jacaerys, his voice breaking when he saw that his uncle did not seem willing to start the conversation. "They are going to punish Luke and Joff because of me." The teenager's desperation was clear by how he tugged at his curls as he spoke."You have to do something, uncle, please. It's my fault, let them punish me."

"What did you do?" the victor demanded to know.

Then Jace told him everything, how the gamemakers were drunk and how after he missed his first shot they stopped paying attention to him, missing the circuit he made and how he hit the center in the rest of his shots, that he didn't think about his actions, that he got carried away with anger and shot at the apple that was in the mouth of the pig that the gamemakers were about to eat, gaining their attention again and how he left the training room without waiting to be fired but not before thanking them sarcastically for their attention. As Jacaerys continued speaking Larys's hand turned white from the strength with which he gripped his staff.

"I told you that you won't attract attention" his uncle's biting tone only made Jacaerys' discomfort increase and he couldn't help but take one of the blankets again and wrap himself in it. It's not like he expected Larys to comfort him but he also shouldn't have been surprised that the first thing he did was scold him. "But you can rest assured, they're not going to punish your brothers." There was that strange look in his eyes again.

"Are you sure?" The uncertainty in his voice was clear, he wanted to trust his uncle but at the same time, he couldn't help but think that Larys would tell him any lie as long as he kept concentrating on the games.

"If they are going to punish Lucerys and Joffrey, they would have to tell what you did in the entertainment center so that it has some effect on the districts, but they won't because it's secret," Larys explained with a little more patience. "The only one you hurt with your actions it's you"

Upon hearing that nothing would happen to his brothers, Jacaerys felt that part of his discomfort disappeared. He still had to worry because surely the gamemakers would now make his life miserable in the arena but at least he knew that his brothers would be safe.

"I know, the gamemakers will make my life miserable in the arena" he stated "And today they will give me the worst score so I won't have any sponsors" he sighed thinking that now it would be even more difficult for him to survive in the arena without sponsors, the food wouldn't be a big problem because he knew how to hunt but if he got hurt then he would need medicine.

"Don't worry about the sponsors, I'll take care of that," Larys promises and this time Jacaerys doesn't doubt his uncle because he looks too confident. "Well, it's done, it's not something we can change. Stop getting depressed and let's go have dinner before they give the scores."

During dinner, Jace barely joins the conversation and feels your worried gaze the entire time. It seems that Effy told you about the state he arrived in after his private session.

In the middle of dinner, Effy can't stand his curiosity anymore so he asks them both how it went. Jacaerys wasn't going to say anything until he heard you speak.

"I don't think I impressed them, some paid attention to me but others were more focused on whatever was on the table," you said resignedly.

"It's my fault. I'm sorry" he apologized, feeling guilty because apparently he had also harmed your private session.

"How is it your fault?" Cinna asked curiously.

"I shot them an arrow," Jace replied.

At first, he ignored Effy's indignation and the rest of the team's questions, focusing more on your reaction. You still looked at him with concern. He was relieved to not see you angry. The truth is, he couldn't blame you if you got angry with him after all his act had attracted the attention of the gamemakers when it was essential for you to have a better score.

"I actually shot an arrow at the pig's apple they were about to eat. They were drunk and I got angry because they weren't paying attention to me."

"And what did they tell you?" You asked anxiously and looked at the doors as if you were expecting that at any moment the peace officers would come in to look for him.

"I don't know. I left"

"Did you leave without permission?" Effie asked to see if she understood correctly.

"I gave it to myself" Jace replied and a laugh escaped your mouth, you quickly stifled it with your hand before Effie's gaze. Jacaerys was pleased to see the worry disappear from your face.

"Larys, aren't you going to say anything about it?" Effie questioned evidently expecting the victor to side with her and scold them.

"It's done, Effie. There's nothing we can do," he responded boredly as he buttered a piece of bread.

"What was their face?" you asked, looking at him curiously.

"They seemed terrified. A man stumbled backward and fell into a punch bowl." At the time Jacaerys had been so angry that he couldn't enjoy the watchman making a fool of himself but now he remembered it with fun.

Everyone laughed, except for Effie but she seemed to hold back a smile so Jace didn't take it the wrong way.

“Oh, I would have loved to see that,” you said with a smile. If Jacaerys hadn't been so focused on you then he would have noticed that his uncle seemed to be studying the two of you.

Once everyone finishes dinner they go to sit in the living room to watch the scores announced on television. How every year a photo of the tribute appears while Caesar Flickerman and Claudius Templesmith announce the score. What is striking with the group of professionals is that this year not everyone has a score between eight and ten like previous years, but the boy from District 4 gets a seven. The same score that Rue gets, Jace can't help but wonder how she managed to get that score. But any thoughts of the little girl from District 11 disappear and are replaced by euphoria when he hears Caesar announce his score. An eleven.

Applause and congratulations filled the room. Jacaerys smiles until he realizes that his uncle is quiet and doesn't look as excited as the rest about his eleven. He starts to feel the anxiety in his body and he wants to ask his uncle what the problem is but he doesn't want to have this conversation in front of everyone.

“Good” is the only thing Larys says after they also announce your eight. And Jace feels stupid for worrying so much, surely his uncle didn't say anything before because he was still hanging on to your score after all he wasn't the only tribute Larys had in charge. “You should go to sleep, you have a long day tomorrow” he ordered them while motioning to the avox to bring him more wine.

You and Jacaerys say goodbye to the entire team and head toward the hallway where your rooms are.

“Tell me, what does it feel like to break the bad streak of twelve and go down in history?” you said while leaning on your door.

“You're exaggerating,” Jace said, trying to sound exasperated by rolling his eyes, but there was no annoyance in his tone.

“I'm not,” you shook your head, smiling. You just beat the score of the professionals, I think it's impressive” you said while crossing your arms. “Surely the entire Capitol is talking about you and you are going to monopolize all my sponsors.”

Your last words brought Jace back to his senses. You two were in a competition and his live were at stake. He couldn't keep joking with you. He should be focused on making a good impression on Caesar and the people at the Capitol tomorrow.

“We should go to sleep,” he said abruptly, resting his hand on the handle of his door, trying not to feel guilty as he saw how the spark in your eyes seemed to go out at his tone. “Have a good night,” he didn’t even wait for you to respond before walking into his room and closing the door. His father would be disappointed in his treatment of you.

a/n: I'm grieving because I had to delete the scene I had with Larys and Sea Dragon bc if I left it, then there were going to be things in Cathing Fire that didn't make sense 😫

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heyooo!! Idk if req are open or not — but if they are could you please write headcanons for a kokichi x quiet, lowkey kinda ded inside but still super affectionate please ?? Ashgahahs tysm and have a very good day 💕

↷♡ serenity ! ꒱

synopsis kokichi’s chaos is endless, but through your relationship discovers that the quiet moments shared between you both is just as special. warnings cursing author’s notes so sorry for not posting anything regarding reqs!! to anyone reading, my inbox is always open <3 and thank you for that 💗

you’re probably a good match for kokichi

no, scratch that— you are a good match for him. why? well, let’s see...because if you were as chaotic and loud as he is, you both would most likely cause havoc everywhere you go and have your classmates question their remaining sanity

however, even though you lean towards the quieter side, that doesn’t mean you can escape kokichi’s pranks and teasing. he still does it. but if you don’t/barely care, it will only make him more determined to get a reaction out of you

asks if you’re actually a robot and secretly keebo’s lost robling

lmao get it??

ro-bot sib-ling = ro-bling..

ok that sucked 💀

back on topic

you can bet kokichi would pester you with dumb jokes or through any pranks he’d do, all to get you to laugh

and if you do, his ass would be so dramatic about it

“woooooww, you can actually laugh? i didn’t know robots could do that”

“and i didn’t know gremlins could talk either”

despite your bickering with each other, kokichi does find your quieter side endearing

which leads to times where you both just sit together, maybe holding hands or placing your head on his shoulder as you listen to him rant about his “prank gone wrong”

which was basically him using a permanent marker on the walls and mirrors of the bathrooms, but shuichi quickly knew + called him out for it

“ugh, no one appreciates a good prank anymore. no wonder they’re so boring” — kokichi

he secretly enjoys those moments tho, makes him feel cared for and understood, yk? they’re special. you are special to him— but of course, he tends to ruin the atmosphere by teasing you for being all soft on him lmao little shit

i think he’d be all “i know my partner better than they know themselves” but if you randomly tackle him with a hug or a kiss, you might get blessed with a light dust of pink on his cheeks

chances are probably low though 😭 so you must be REALLY lucky if you can get this guy to blush without him being smug about it first

still the clingy one in your relationship though...i dont make the rules (i do) no matter how affectionate you are

mf will suddenly have his arms around you and immediately start whining about not getting enough attention

“don’t ignore meeeeee...” like some b-

if you ever do pda in public, expect him to brag about it for the rest of the day lmao

especially to keebo and shuichi...even miu

no one is safe from kokichi

and neither are you....

ok why did that give sort of yandere vibes 💀

[jessesluvr]

hi you have such cool stories 🫶🏻💕 can you write where Reader was with Ellie and Joel from the beginning until she appeared in Jackson then they left they only wrote a letter to the University and Reader stayed with Tommy and Maria where she was mentally hard but over time she became closer to Tommy and Maria then met Jesse and maybe then as the soul desires to finish🥲❤️

home eventually | jesse x reader

author's note : yk what guys.. i have like 4 messages in my inbox about MORE ANGST?! WHY ??? WHY DO YOU GUYS HAVE TO DO THIS TO ME?! it's literally heart shattering, some of them are kind of similar, so i'll include them in there. but if you want angst, i'll write you some mf angst. yall done hurt my soul.

summary : after being left behind by joel and ellie, you slowly rebuild your life in jackson with the help of tommy, maria, and jesse — who brings warmth, patience, and laughter back into your world. what starts as quiet companionship blossoms into a tender love that helps you finally begin to heal.

word count : 2.3k

you should’ve seen it coming.

ellie had been quiet for days, even more than usual. she wouldn’t meet your eyes at breakfast, and joel barely said a word at all. it was like a storm cloud hovering over your little cabin on the edge of jackson, and the thunder finally broke when you came back from patrol to find their beds made and the fire long out.

the letter was on the table.

you didn’t open it until hours later, your gloves still on, hands numb from both cold and panic. you read it once. then twice.

“i’m sorry. i have to go. it’s something i have to do alone. you’ll be safer in jackson. you’ll be happier here. you deserve better than what we drag behind us.”

“thank you for being my family.”

— ellie

“you’re better off here. take care of yourself, kid.” — joel

it didn’t feel real until the next morning when tommy stopped you outside the dining hall and said, gently, “they left town. didn’t say where. just... gone.”

and that was it.

for the first few weeks, you barely spoke.

you worked. you helped patch fences, cleaned stables, and fixed broken tools. anything to stay busy, anything to avoid the empty cabin and the too-quiet nights.

maria was the first to really notice.

she started leaving extra food at your door — hot meals wrapped in cloth, a bit of sugar in your tea. no pressure. no prying questions. just kindness.

tommy would wave when you passed each other during town meetings. once, he caught you fixing a patrol horse’s bridle and asked if you wanted to work in the stables full-time. you nodded. it was easy there. horses didn’t ask why your hands shook when someone slammed a door too hard.

your room in the communal housing was small but warm. the walls were thick. no joel’s snores. no ellie’s guitar.

just you.

alone.

you didn’t meet jesse until almost two months later.

maria introduced you — practically shoved you into the same patrol route one morning when your usual partner caught the flu.

“this is jesse,” she said, her voice brisk. “smart, fast, doesn’t shut up. you’ll get along fine.”

jesse grinned. “charmed. i do shut up occasionally, but usually when i’m asleep or eating pie.”

you blinked at him, lips pressed tight.

he seemed unbothered by your silence, which was surprising. most people got weird about it. jesse just kept talking as you walked side by side through the snowy forest — about old world movies, his dad, the stupidest thing he’d seen on patrol (a raccoon falling off a fence), and how he once accidentally hit himself in the face with his own rifle butt.

you didn’t mean to laugh.

it just slipped out — a short, surprised sound, like it had been waiting in your chest for too long.

jesse looked at you then, eyes warm. “see? that was nice. we’re making progress.”

after that, it was always jesse.

you never requested him. never said a word. but he kept showing up on your assignments, grinning as if he belonged there next to you. like you were teammates. like you were friends.

maybe you were.

slowly — painfully slowly — you found yourself speaking more. nodding. grunting in response to his dumb jokes. then eventually, talking.

he was easy to talk to.

not nosy. not overbearing. he didn’t ask about joel or ellie. didn’t push when your voice cracked or your hands balled into fists during long rides home.

once, after a tense patrol involving a near-ambush from raiders, you sat behind the stables shaking. your body was fine. but your head — your heart — wasn’t.

jesse found you there, crouched beside you without a word. he didn’t touch you. just handed you a piece of peppermint gum.

you looked at it. then at him.

“i didn’t think you liked me,” you whispered.

he smiled. soft. honest. “i didn’t say i did. i just like not watching you suffer alone.”

you didn’t know what to say. so you took the gum. it tasted like winter and grief and something else you hadn’t let yourself feel in months.

by spring, jesse was everywhere.

you’d gotten comfortable — or maybe just used to him. his sarcastic one-liners, the way he always rode his horse just a little too close to yours, how he brought you hot cocoa from the kitchen when you had night shifts, and how he’d never, ever let you go home without saying something dumb to make you smile.

you’d never had someone like that before.

ellie had been family. joel had been... complicated. but jesse?

jesse was something new.

and terrifying.

because for the first time since joel and ellie left, you wanted to stay.

the first time jesse brought you something, it was a carved horse.

you found it on your bed one night after dinner, small enough to fit in your palm, whittled from pale wood. it wasn’t perfect — the legs were a little uneven, the tail too thick — but it was beautiful in its own way. rough around the edges, honest.

you turned it over and over in your hands, then found a tiny “j” scratched into the belly.

the next day, you cornered him after breakfast.

“you left something,” you said, holding it up between two fingers.

he glanced at the horse, then back at your face with an exaggerated shrug. “oh? wonder how that got there.”

you stared at him.

jesse cracked. “okay, yeah, fine. i carved it. i had spare wood. you like horses. thought you’d, i don’t know, not throw it at my face.”

you blinked. “it’s nice.”

jesse’s smile faltered for just a second — like you’d knocked the air out of him — then returned, more genuine than before.

“yeah?” he said, voice softer. “cool.”

after that, it became a habit.

a carved fox one week. a ridiculously long scarf the next — red and blue stripes, uneven stitching, obviously homemade.

“it’s ugly,” jesse said when he handed it to you.

you looped it around your neck without hesitation. “it’s warm.”

he beamed like you’d handed him a medal.

when he started sitting next to you at meals, no one said anything. not maria, not tommy, not even the older men who’d quietly labeled you ‘the quiet one who came with joel’s group.’

when jesse passed you notes during town meetings — doodles of cows wearing sunglasses, or dramatic poetry about ration beans — you started saving them in a little box under your bed.

it wasn’t long before you were sitting outside his room after patrols, sharing jerky and swigs of bad wine, talking about nothing for hours.

you didn’t realize how often you smiled around him until your cheeks started to hurt.

one night, you found him alone on the roof of the stables.

it was early spring, the air still cold enough to bite but the sky wide and full of stars. he was leaning back on his elbows, staring upward, something unreadable in his face.

you sat beside him quietly.

after a while, he spoke.

“i ever tell you about my mom?”

you glanced over. “no.”

“she was smart. wicked smart. teacher before all this. used to help me with homework until i started getting better grades than her. she’d laugh, tell me she’d been waiting her whole life to raise someone smarter than her.”

you said nothing. just listened.

“she died when i was fourteen. infected got into our camp. i tried to —” he stopped, swallowed. “i wasn’t fast enough.”

your hand drifted toward his without thinking. he didn’t move when your fingers brushed his.

“i still dream about her,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “about what i could’ve done.”

your throat tightened. “me too.”

he looked at you then, and for the first time, the mask he wore — the easy charm, the endless jokes — cracked.

you saw the grief there. the loneliness.

you knew it well.

“you’ve been carrying a lot,” you murmured.

“so have you.”

silence stretched between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.

then jesse’s fingers curled around yours, tentative but firm.

“i don’t know what this is,” he said, not looking away, “but i want to keep figuring it out. with you.”

you stared at him.

you’d built walls around yourself for so long. locked doors. covered windows.

and jesse?

he hadn’t broken them down. he just waited patiently outside, knocking.

you nodded once. then again.

and he smiled.

it was slow after that. careful.

neither of you rushed anything.

jesse would touch your shoulder when he passed you in the hallway. you’d lean against him during movie nights in the community center. you started braiding his hair to tease him — then kept doing it because he looked good.

people noticed.

tommy smirked whenever jesse lingered too long at your side. maria started calling him your “shadow” and told him to make himself useful if he was going to follow you around.

you thought it would scare you — the attention, the labels, the hope — but it didn’t.

because jesse never made you feel like you had to be perfect.

he just made you feel like you were enough.

one day, while cleaning out a storage closet in the library, you found ellie’s guitar.

you stared at it for a long time. dusty. untouched.

you didn’t cry. not this time.

just carried it back to your room, placed it gently under your bed beside the box of jesse’s notes, and whispered, “hope you’re okay out there.”

you didn’t hate them anymore. not joel. not ellie.

they’d made their choices.

but so had you.

and for the first time in a long time, you weren’t surviving just to survive.

you were living.

the spring festival in jackson was nothing like what you imagined when maria first told you about it.

you expected something small — a potluck maybe, or a gathering in the hall with a few awkward toasts. but no. when jackson threw a party, it threw a party.

the entire town lit up.

string lights wrapped around every fence post and tree. paper lanterns floated above the streets. the smell of grilled meat and sweet bread filled the air, and someone had dragged old speakers outside to blast pre-outbreak music over the square. kids danced. adults drank. laughter echoed down every street.

it felt like a dream. one you weren’t sure you belonged in.

you hovered on the edge of the festivities, watching from behind a booth where maria was selling homemade soap. you didn’t notice jesse at first — not until he appeared in front of you, holding two steaming mugs of cider.

“was starting to think you’d ghost the party,” he said, offering you one.

you hesitated. “i don’t really… do well with crowds.”

jesse shrugged. “that’s okay. i’ll stick with you until the scary civilians disperse.”

you snorted, despite yourself. “you’re an idiot.”

“true. but i’m your idiot.”

you flushed, biting back a smile as you took the cider from his hands.

he stayed beside you the whole night.

you didn’t dance — not at first. jesse didn’t push. he just leaned against the railing with you, cracking dumb jokes, pointing out who was already tipsy. you watched the stars peek through the clouds together, arms brushing.

eventually, someone lit the fireworks.

you hadn’t expected them — the noise made your heart leap into your throat, instinct screaming danger. but jesse’s hand found yours fast, grounding you with a gentle squeeze.

“hey,” he said, voice low, “you’re okay. i’ve got you.”

and somehow, you believed him.

you looked up — colors exploding in the sky, reflecting in his eyes — and for the first time in months, you felt weightless.

when most people started heading home, jesse didn’t.

he led you toward the barn instead — the back door, where no one would see you, away from the music and lights.

it was quiet there. just the soft whinny of sleeping horses and the far-off rustle of leaves.

“i have something for you,” he said, reaching into his coat pocket.

you raised a brow. “another animal carving? if it’s a duck, i’m keeping it forever.”

he laughed, but shook his head. “no, not this time.”

he pulled out a folded piece of paper — worn, creased, but carefully handled. you opened it slowly.

it was a drawing.

of you.

sitting on a fence, your scarf wrapped twice around your neck, hair wild, smile soft. the background was sketched faintly, but your expression was clear.

you stared at it. then at him.

“i don’t know what to say,” you murmured.

jesse scratched the back of his neck, suddenly shy. “you don’t have to say anything. i just… wanted you to see how i see you. how beautiful you are when you’re not pretending to be okay.”

you swallowed hard, blinking fast. “i didn’t know you could draw.”

“poorly,” he grinned. “but when it comes to you, i try.”

you looked at him, heart thudding.

“i’m scared,” you admitted quietly.

his expression softened.

“i know.”

“i lost people. i lost myself. i still have days where i wake up and… forget they’re gone.”

“i know,” he said again, gentler. “but you’re here. and you’re not alone anymore.”

you hesitated — then reached for him, threading your fingers through his, tugging him closer.

he leaned in slowly, giving you time, giving you space. when your lips finally touched, it wasn’t urgent or wild. it was soft. steady. real.

the kind of kiss that whispered; this is yours. i’m yours.

you spent the night on the roof of the barn, curled beside each other beneath an old quilt. watching the stars blink overhead, your head on his shoulder, his thumb tracing slow circles over your wrist.

neither of you spoke for a long time.

then jesse said, “i’m not going anywhere. not unless you come with me.”

you closed your eyes, tears slipping free.

and whispered, “okay.”

[glowettee]

Hey Mindy 💕 @scavengerluv here! Was wondering if you could help create a guide and or link a guide about consistency with routine and sticking to a routine 💕 Wishing you the best!

hi darling @scavengerluv! 🌸 thank you for your sweet ask about building consistency with routines! as someone who has struggled with maintaining routines myself, i'd love to share some gentle guidance on making habits stick. hopefully this cozy little guide can help you. if you have ANY more questions at all. i'll be soooo happy to help!

creating & sticking to routines: a soft guide ⭐️

building consistent routines doesn't have to feel overwhelming or rigid. think of it as creating little rituals that make your days feel more intentional and peaceful. here are my besttt tips when it comes to consistent routines.

start tiny, dream big

begin with just one small habit (like drinking water when you wake up)

gradually layer new habits onto existing ones (it's called habit stacking)

celebrate the tiniest wins because they matter so much

make it feel special

create a peaceful environment for your routine

use items that bring you joy (a pretty journal, your favorite cup)

add gentle touches like soft music or fairy lights

treat your routine as self-care rather than obligation

the power in morning & evening anchors morning whispers:

set a consistent wake time

open curtains to let sunshine in

make your bed feel like a cloud

have a morning beverage ritual

evening lullabies:

dim lights an hour before bed

put phone away (or use night mode)

gentle skincare routine

read something lovely

the secret sauce: habit stacking connect new habits to existing ones, like:

stretching while water boils for tea

reading while having breakfast

journaling right after making your bed

meditation after brushing teeth

when things feel wobbly remember love, it's okay when routines get disrupted. life isn't meant to be perfect. i value being gentle to yourself, in every way. here's how to stay soft with yourself:

if you miss a day, simply begin again

adjust routines as seasons change

listen to what your body needs

keep the core simple, let details be flexible

making it sustainable

start with 1-2 weeks of tiny changes

use a pretty tracker or journal

find an accountability friend (like me 💌)

share progress in a way that feels good

remember progress isn't linear

gentle reminders for the journey

consistency > perfection

small steps create big changes

your routine should feel like a friend

adapt and adjust with love

celebrate every tiny victory

creating your personal rhythm everyone's routine will look different, and that's the beauty of it. maybe yours includes (or can include):

morning pages

gentle movement

nature walks

creative time

restful moments

remember, the goal isn't to create a perfect routine - it's to build a framework that supports and nurtures you. start small, be patient, and let your routine evolve naturally like a garden growing in its own time. i personally tell myself this every time i feel like i'm falling off.

sending you the warmest hugs and gentlest encouragement as you build your beautiful routines! remember that i'm always here if you need more specific guidance or just want to share your journey. 🌸

with love and soft whispers, mindy x

p.s. if anyone would like to share their routine journey, my inbox is always open for your stories and questions! 💕 - mindy

[doyoulikethis-videogame-song]

Ask Masterpost 10/12/2024

I will be answering all the BLOG RELATED asks I have received since opening my inbox here :). Going forward, this is how all asks will be answered (if they are not time dependent or something). I will make a new post with new asks every saturday.

my friends and i have been including youtube links in our submissions. is that helpful or annoying?

It's helpful! Thank you :)

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Have you gotten a lot of repeat submissions? Like, songs requested by multiple people? If so, what’s the most requests you’ve gotten for a single song? (You don’t need to say what song it is if it’s one you haven’t posted yet)

I don't remember the name, but I've received a song from 'In Stars and Time' about seven times now

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I submitted a song from an indie game listing the author as the composer, but then I realised that's not exactly true, as all the music in the game is from a public free gallery. because of that, there's no official upload on youtube. would that still be ok? p.s. thank you for your work, I've come to really love this blog and i look forward to the new polls every day 💕

I'm going to say no, even though the song is in a video game it's not technically intended for the video game itself. I'm curious as to what game this is though.

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@kaerran said: Speaking of which: I avoided submitting a game earlier because the only versions I found on a quick search were entire-soundtrack-as-one-video and I wanted to make things easier on you. Is it okay if I submit my mid-90s games even if they don't have nice convenient Youtube links?

Of course that's okay, I'll find a way to work around it even if I have to crop the specific song out myself.

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Say a song that's made for a game and is in said game gets an official release of an alternative version that *isn't* in a game. (Ex: an extended version or a version with vocals) I assume that the in-game version of the song is acceptable, while an alternative version that isn't in any games are not. Asking because I've already submitted a couple in-game versions of songs that have official extended/vocal versions that aren't in-game.

Both are acceptable, for two reasons:

It's an official, original release/remix, presumably on an official album, for a video game, so it is technically a form of VGM even if it's not in the video game itself

I wouldn't be allowed to post the official NieR remix albums if I excluded these types of songs

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@moonlight-fox said: Hey. Question for when you reopen submissions - For songs that have lyrics, do you want the name of the lead vocalist as well as the composer, or just the composer?

If you know both, feel free to include both! Specifying would help a ton as well. Submitting the artists is optional as I'll almost always go verify it myself but it is very much appreciated.

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are there any games with more notable soundtracks that you're surprised HAVEN'T been submitted yet (if any)?

As of writing this, I haven't seen a single song from Persona 5.

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Hi, love the blog! Is there any way you could tag similar series? Like, tagging all the soulsborne games with a from software tag, that sort of thing? If not, it’s cool, I would just find it useful. Have a great day, keep up the awesome work! <3

I started doing this when I saw this ask, I hope the way I've categorized things is good so far! If anyone has any suggestions for further categorization feel free to send them in my asks (within reason, lol)

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can you put the number of the song in the anonymized title? would help us keep track of which song we're listening to if we're also scrolling

I also started doing this as soon as I saw this ask, thank you for the excellent idea.

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Are songs from live-service video games that have ended service permitted? I'm guessing that the answer is yes because I think I saw Dragalia Lost here but I just wanted to be sure before preparing songs to submit next month. Also, I noticed in your pinned post that it still says "submissions are always allowed" - since the rules are different now, you might wanna change that just in case some ppl get confused :3

Yes, songs from live service games that have ended are permitted :) (provided I can access the songs somehow of course)

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are we allowed to submit official live versions of video game songs? does its availability online matter (like how the splatoon concerts were officially uploaded, but the kirby 30th anniversary concert was only livestreamed once and has to be pirated now)?

If it's on an official album, I'm going to say yes. So no to the kirby concert -- but if the splatoon songs are on an album, they're allowed.

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i cant find if youve answered something like this already, but whats the verdict for songs thatare in video games, but werent made for them? like for example the inclusion of pre-existing low roar songs in death stranding.

As of now, I'll only accept songs that were intentionally made to be included in the OST/album/music of a video game series -- so no preexisting non-VGM songs or anything like that.

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out of interest, how far along the submission queue has been posted? when were the most recent posted songs submitted?

3.8% of the entire submissions I have received have been posted. Everything in active vote right now was submitted in July, hence the need to severely restrict submissions...

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are we allowed to ask if certain games/series are in the queue? because i cannot for the life of me remember if i submitted something a while ago and dont want to accidentally send it again when submissions reopen ^_^;

You can DM me for this as to not publicly post any spoilers :')

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@disgustedorite said: Um, when were the most recent songs submitted? I submitted a batch a while back when submissions were open and there's been no sign of any of them...I hope Tumblr didn't eat it @_@

Tumblr may have eaten it, but it's probably just as likely that I got a million gazillion submissions ahead of you :')

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genuine question did someone submit the entire destiny franchise at once or is it that popular and i just never see anything about it

Yes, in the very early days of this blog -- about the tenth submission -- someone submitted ~30 destiny songs.

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Do you accept music from mods? I mean, obviously you dont accept anything right now, but ykwim

Yes, as long as it's an original composition/remix :)

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@woolooism said: has any song won with any of the "i don't like it" results? if no, which one has the biggest relative percentage of it?

I'll have to check, but I think (off the top of my head) the song with the most "I don't like it" results is the Ao Oni chase theme

Edit: Apparently, it is actually this song from Lisa the Joyful!

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@violetsquare111 said: i'm curious, do you know when exactly the currently-running polls were submitted? curious just how far off mine are lol. (but i would guess mine are still a few months out based on the insane number of submissions you shared. 3000... oh god...)

July, so... yours are far off :')

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Do songs created for an event in a community engine driven rhythm game (i.e. original songs for custom charts in a rhythm game/community driven game engine) count for submissions? If so, how will they be counted?

I think I'm going to need an example of this scenario because this seems REALLY highly specific, haha

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A suggestion. When a song has lyrics, use a video that shows the lyrics in the reveal post. Please and thank you.

I'll do my best, but these aren't always the easiest to find, and I try to use songs from official sources as much as possible to prevent the risk of the video getting copyright stricken off the playlist.

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@only-blogging-2-save-rock-n-roll said: Would you ever consider doing joke polls for April fools day? Stuff like those MIDI remakes of song from Franchise A in the style of Franchise B

Probably not, only because it's not an official remix. I may post funny songs depending on submissions.

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would you be willing to maybe make a tag for just the polls, even if they're already over? i like going through them all without knowing what game they're from and i also dont keep super on top of checking this blog for new polls. thanks!!

There is one! It's #closed vote :)

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@sparrow-va said: Hi! I've had the hare-brained idea of possibly making some Youtube vids of listening to & reacting/trying to identify songs from this blog starting from the oldest submissions for my channel (LaserBearCat Gaming), is that something you'd be okay with? Obvs we would credit & link your blog for the source of the tracks c:

Go right ahead!

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I noticed the rules about submission has changed to one song per period per person, which I can totally understand given the amount and when trying to keep a fair chance for everyone will this rule be applied retrospectively too? just wondering because I had been submitting more than one song and just would like to know if I'd need to submit them again one per month now if I would like them to be considered as a submission eventually Also thanks for running this blog it's become one of my favourites and I check it out almost daily

No, It's not going to be applied retroactively -- I don't even know if I'd be able to enforce that because the sheet doesn't record who submitted what (right now).

[scapegoated-if]

I have been slowly playing more game, but I wanted to ask because one of my biggest symptoms of my autism is how literally I take things (as in "I read at the most base meaning, subtext can be hard if it isn't pretty explicit"), but can you please clarify what a romanced Vince meant in the kitchen??

"It was always bound to happen eventually."

??? What was? The kiss or the "us not talking anymore" in general for a few months or the hiatus or the mob or the Vince fucking this relationship by running or a "what are we to each other" talk or??????? I wish I could just Get what he means, but I am, alas, a dunce when it comes to these kind of tap-dancing things that happens in conversations. I think(?) I just need the "it" in the sentence clarified, if possible?? It is hard for me to know exactly what I am missing here and point you to the said area I am missing. Because I don't know what I don't know. So feel SO FREE to go beyond just saying what the "it" in "It was always bound to happen eventually" if you think I am/may be missing more than just that

Which, please don't take this as a knock on how you wrote the scene. This is a chronic issue for me in most things, fictive and irl. I've gotten better since finding out it is a problem, and people in my life are very patiently kind with helping me. But this scene I was like ".....My training has failed me, I have no clue what he means here". But again: Skill issue, on me. You are 99% for sure so totally fine. I just specifically need a helping hand in understanding this scene, and would appreciate any and all help I could get, please and thank you 💗💕

Spoiler territory for those who haven't read Chapter 1 yet... be warned!

You're such a sweetheart and I love you. And it isn't totally fine--I need to work on being less cryptic at times! If you ever have any more questions or need clarity on anything, my DMs are always open as well as my inbox. Not a skill issue at all! Everyone operates differently, so do not at all be apologetic.

The "it" in question refers to the build up of Vince and MC eventually romantically pursuing each other at some level. Vince is essentially outright saying--or at the very least testing the waters in saying--that he has always had a romantic interest in MC. The choice after this is down to you to decide if that goes both ways, or if your feelings developed for Vince over time.

Sending you all my love and...

Stay groovy!

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hiiiiiii could you write a lorenzo berkshire x reader where it’s best friends to lovers where they confess ask each other on a date and it’s really cute and super fluffy?

Mistletoe

Pairing: Lorenzo Berkshire x gn!reader

Fluff

Warnings: Semi-Suggestive Joke, Metaling Friends, Mild Swearing, and A Kiss

Notes: I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you asked for! I started writing it and I could stop once I started, but I’d say it’s still around your request. If you’d like me to right a new one send me it in my inbox or DM me, thank you 💕💕

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For me, weekends at Hogwarts were always filled with either studying and fun with friends. Every Friday night since 2nd year Pansy, Lorenzo, Draco, Blaise, Mattheo, and Theodore would meet in someone’s dorm (more commonly one of the boys’) and hangout. Sometimes people would drop to go on dates or study for big tests, but it was usually the majority of us.

This particular night in December, Pansy and Blaise dropped for some big test in some class I’m convinced no one else took and Draco was… now that I think about it I have no idea. Lorenzo and I had taken it upon ourselves to get Christmas decorations to brighten up the dorm he, Mattheo, and Theo shared. With some light complaining from the other boys, we quickly got into decorating.

“Okay, so we got the tree up,” Theo began, gesturing toward the sad little evergreen in the corner, “Now I say Mattheo and I finish putting the ornaments on while you,” he pointed at me, “and Enzo put up the green stuff.”

“For a guy who was complaining so much you’re really getting into this decorating gig,” I commented.

“Also, why the fuck did you just call garland green stuff?” Mattheo asked incredulously, giving all of us a laugh.

“Because I stole a little something to go with the garland, but you guys will have to figure that one out on your own,” he sent a wink toward Enzo and I.

“Okay…?” I responded confusedly, opening the box full of garland, or ‘green stuff’.

“So, do you want to put the garland around the window and door frames?” Enzo suggested, blocking out the noise of Mattheo and Theo loudly laughing and decorating.

I smiled and said, “That sounds great, you want to start with the door?”

After much struggle we finally finished the door frame and were incredibly pleased with our handy work.

We stood back and admired the green pine garland. “Nice work Mr. Berkshire!” I exclaimed hold my hand up for a high five.

He immediately reciprocated the gesture and replied, “I couldn’t have done it without my lovely partner in decoration.”

“Do just want to keep decorating the door and then move on to the window?” I asked. “I think I saw some…” I paused realizing the implication of Theo’s earlier comments. “Mistletoe in the box.”

I glanced over at Theodore and Mattheo, who both wore massive grins. Mattheo stretched and said, “And that’s my cue to get out of here.”

“Wait, why are you leaving?” Enzo asked his brow furrowed.

“I’m gonna head out too,” Theo smirked. “You crazy kids be careful.”

“What?!” I questioned, “Where are you guys going? This is your dorm!”

“Don’t do anything I would do!” Mattheo yelled from behind him as he and Theo practically ran down the hallway.

Slightly stiff in confusion I shut the door and turned around. I asked, “What the fuck just happened? And what does that even mean?”

“What now?” Enzo said just standing there in shock.

“I guess we keep decorating.”

And we did, we finished the door and put up the garland around the window. And just as we were finishing up, Enzo said, “Wait, we forgot something.” He jumped off the ledge of the tall window and onto the floor picking up the mistletoe. He dangled the herb from his fingers and shook it with a smile, quickly jumping back up onto the window sill. “I thought this would be the perfect place for it.”

He reached up and placed the yarn loop onto a hook made for a plant then looked back down at me. My cheek heated up as I realize the implication of us standing under the mistletoe. I breathed out, “Hi.”

“Hi.” He smiled. “I suppose per tradition, we should kiss… that is if you’d want to.”

“I would like that… a lot.” My heart hammered in my chest as we slowly got closer and closer together, silently daring each other to close the gap.

“Would go like to go on a date with me sometime?” Enzo asked his voice wavering slightly. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Yes!” I said, finally closing the gap between us, while simultaneously opening a brand new door to our friendship, a romance.

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↣ summary :: Kiara Smith had dreamed of true love for as long as she could remember. from being obsessed with the Disney princesses who found affection in the strangest situations to dressing up as a bride from kindergarten to fourth grade. it was the only thing she ever truly desired, so much so that a pleasant smile and kind eyes could have her smitten in seconds. right when she thought she found the one, a chance encounter with Park Jimin—the city’s famously perfect fuck boy with a smile so warm and a heart of ice—has her feeling quite the opposite. he knocks her off her axis and derails her life as she knows it, yet the universe seems to have another plan for the two.

↣ rating :: 18+

↣ genre :: fluff, angst, smut, e2l, slow burn

↣ pairing :: business owner!jimin x fem!artist!oc ft. taehyung

↣ word count :: 3.8k

↣ chapter warnings :: mature language, public displays of affection

↣ notes :: welcome to the first chapter! 💕 I hope you guys already for the rollercoaster between these two.

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"you see my thick thighs, lost when you look into my brown eyes, see my little waist can make you switch sides. you've never seen the devil in disguise."

- be honest, jorja smith-

ｗｉｎｔｅｒ

A low hum of people chatting over the Lo-Fi beats filled the area. Glasses clinking, some munching, all sounds that Kiara Smith grew familiar with. Though the crowd was more significant than the last exhibition she attended, it was starting to become all the same. 

She could remember the very first exhibit she went to and all the nerves it brought. She was a bumbling mess—sweaty palms constantly being wiped on her dress that she may have also used as her prom dress while her stomach frequently threatened to release her breakfast all over the floor—as she watched the few people who also attended like hawks. So insecure about the words those people chose not to share. So insecure about their lips pressed into taught smiles. Were they being genuine or just keeping up appearances? Was her art worth anything, or was she going to flop and end up having to get a shitty job just to make ends meet? Those same nerves would never fade, holding onto her like some clingy child desperately needing attention. But they became less apparent whenever her boyfriend was around. The heaven-sent angel would always know the right thing to say and make the world melt away. Though he would never miss an event, it was very seldom that he was on time. She never stressed his whereabouts, knowing he'd arrive eventually.

The 24-year-old continued to walk around, partially eavesdropping as she passed couples and groups of people. Occasionally, she would take a sip of the bubbly gold in her glass to appease that child named Nerves tugging on her leg. She slowed to a stop once a particular piece caught her eye. It was two separate canvases placed at equal heights. One canvas had a bright figure colored in hues of pink and blue, while the other was dark. Shades of black and grey bled from one canvas to the other as if it was trying to overcome the figure itself. The darkness had enough space on their canvas, though, at least a third remaining untouched, but it wanted the colors. It wanted to possess them, spread its darkness to them.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" blurted a voice near her. Despite the voice being calm and inviting, it startled her. She quickly turned to the side, not realizing a man joined her. His side profile was magnificent — features that were immaculately sculpted from his eyebrows, down his straight nose bridge leading to a button tip, to where his rose-shaded lips took center stage, frozen in a pout. His light blonde hair with dark roots made his olive skin stand out. It looked natural on him. The man was attractive, and Kiara couldn't deny that. His aura alone was almost as intoxicating as the drink in her hand. It pulled her in and wrapped around her like a warm embrace. She nodded, humming in agreement with his question. She faced ahead again.

The man stole another glance at her, eyes slowly glazing over her features. "It's so rare nowadays to find someone who could capture so much without saying a word. It's almost godly."

The more he talked, the nicer his voice sounded. It had an excellent depth, low and appealing even in his hushed tone. Kiara was into what he was saying, continuing to nod until the last comment. She had to sip her drink to subdue the urge to giggle.

"But you know what you and this painting have in common?"

She turned to look at the man, their eyes meeting for the first time tonight. And boy, how he could get lost in those pools of amber. She raised an eyebrow curiously, her glass still resting on her lips as she silently urged him to continue.

"You both were crafted with the same care, holding a beauty one could only dream of containing."

Kiara almost spat out her drink, startling the man before her. She raised her hand to cover her mouth, holding back the remainder of the liquid behind her taut lips. The man's eyebrows drew together and his lips pursed slightly. His expression then dropped to a neutral state once he realized she was chuckling at what he said.

Once she swallowed the liquid, she turned to face him completely. She took a moment to graze over his appearance fully. He was well dressed, wearing a black blazer, white crew neck underneath, and dark-wash skinny jeans. Silver earrings dangled from his earlobes to match the silver chain around his neck and the wristwatch. 

"Damn," she commented, a grin growing on her full glossed lips, "you're really laying it on thick for someone you don't know." Her voice was nothing he expected. She seemed like one of those Hamptons girls, playing in New York City with daddy's money. Her voice was light and smooth like silk fabric, but her accent was hard like a concrete wall. She was either from Queens or Brooklyn, syllables being dropped or stretched at a whim. Something about the way her words blended was incredibly sexy. 

The man quirked a brow, intrigued as the corner of his lips pulled into a half smile. "You tryna say I'm out of practice?"

"Precisely." She answered quickly and confidently as she gazed up at him. "I expect that kind of line from someone twice your age."

"Well, ouch." He chuckled, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek as his eyes glanced downward at the girl. "My job requires me to be blunt, so I call it like I see it."

"And you're saying I'm as beautiful as this painting?"

He grabbed a glass off the tray of a passing waiter. "Your beauty surpasses it." It was true. She was absolutely breathtaking. Her golden honey skin practically glowed under the cool white fluorescent lights. Her hair was dark brown and long, pulled back into a sleek high ponytail with two strands framing her face. Her black satin dress hugged every curve in her body with grace, and there were plenty of them. The material looked soft to the touch, gently reflecting the light. He'd be lying if he said her looks weren't the reason why he approached. And on top of all the looks, she smelled phenomenal—warm and sweet, like a freshly baked sugar cookie with a dash of cinnamon on top, making him want to relive through the holiday season that just passed.

Kiara let out a soft scoff. "Thank you, but that's not as much of a compliment as you may think." She suddenly spun on her stiletto heels, turning her back to the man as she walked away.

He quickly followed, catching up in a few steps to join her by her side. "Do explain."

"Beauty has, and always will be, skin deep." She circled the champagne in her glass while looking out into the crowd. "Looks fade over time. Trends come and go faster than the seasons. So if you really wanna wow a girl…." She stopped at another painting that grabbed her attention before looking at him. "Compliment the things you can't see." The two stopped to gaze at the artwork in front of them. The man thought over her words while admiring the piece. The canvas before them had various hues of green splashed about, but shades of purple peeked through upon closer inspection. It mimicked little flowers blooming through a field of wild grass. She managed to lead him to the only painting that mirrored their conversation.

He nodded, taking a sip of his drink. "You're completely right. And to think I almost missed out on how intelligent you are."

She smiled, soft and genuine. "Thank you."

The man stayed by her side as Kiara floated, offering his opinions on whichever piece they stopped in front of. She really appreciated being able to receive unbiased feedback on her work. He didn't know he was chatting with the artist. No one in the room knew. The name signed at the bottom of each canvas was Luna, a faceless painter. It's been that way since the beginning, and she intended it to stay that way. Only her close friends, family, and people she hired knew of her secret.

"I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to lunch tomorrow." The man asked at their fourth or so painting.

"I see you don't waste any time."

"Correct. Time is limited, after all."

She looked up at him, his perfect lips pulled into a soft smile. Maybe in another lifetime, she thought as she caught her lower lip between her teeth. "Flattered, but I can't."

His brows furrowed. He thought that the conversation they were having was great, so what was with the rejection? "May I ask why?"

"I have a boyfriend," she said with a wide smile.

He suddenly scoffed, causing her to tilt her head to the side slightly. "I haven't seen anyone on your arm the whole night." The first thing the man hated the most was being lied to.

Her brows then lowered while her eyes narrowed. "He's just late."

The second thing was excuses.

"Tsk," he shook his head before downing his drink. "Committed to a man with no time management? Red flag."

"And somehow that's better than a man who can't take rejection?" She shot back as she quickly matched his energy. They had a peaceful conversation only moments before, and now the energy between them had grown negative.

"Oh, I can take rejection," he stated with a chuckle as he put his glass down. "But only when I'm being told the truth."

"It is—"

"Hey, darling." And finally, the deep and butter-smooth voice appeared, melting away the anger that was bubbling inside Kiara. As he approached her side, he placed his large hand on the small of her back and pressed a kiss to her temple. "I'm sorry I'm late."

The blonde in front of them eyed the man from his tan skin and wavy ebony hair to his solid-colored turtle neck and long coat. Something about the dark-haired man seemed familiar to the blonde. Then it hit him like a freight train. "Well, isn't it Mr. Kim Taehyung?" He smiled widely, glancing up at the slightly taller man.

Taehyung's brows furrowed momentarily before grinning. "Holy shit, Park Jimin!" He stepped forward, leaving Kiara's side to wrap his arms around the blonde. "What are you doing here?" He asked as he pulled away from the man. "I never would've thought that you'd be into art."

He chuckled softly, sliding his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "It's just a little appreciation I picked up from Spain." He shrugged casually.

Taehyung's jaw clenched briefly, his smile slipping for a moment. For as long as he's known Jimin, he always had to slip in a way to brag about his accomplishments. It was sad that he still hasn't grown out of that trait yet. "Ah yeah," he responded, playing cool, "I forgot you traveled there. How was it?"

Jimin shrugged again. "It was Spain," he said, glazing over the topic. "But me and—shit, I'm sorry." His attention shifted from Taehyung to the woman. "I never asked for your name."

"I'm Kiara," she said softly. Her arms folded over her chest as she watched the two men converse. She didn't mind a bit since Taehyung was the most extroverted of the two.

"Kiara," Jimin repeated to himself, his eyes trailing down her appearance briefly. He tried to pin the name to the face, especially if she was Taehyung's. His eyes finally returned to the other man. "Kiara and I were discussing some of the pieces earlier. I've been a huge fan of Luna for years now." He tried to be calm about the subject of Luna, but it made excitement course through his veins. He was among the first few to learn about the mysterious artist who abruptly appeared on the scene. Everyone wanted one of their pieces overnight, and Jimin was obviously at the very top of that list. Every brushstroke left was a paragraph, speaking a language only artists could understand. 

"I don't even wanna talk about how hard it was to get in here," he chuckled, a faint flush spreading over his cheeks. A Luna Eclipse had a longer wait list than some Michelin-star restaurants. Luckily for him, he was able to pull a few strings. A few phone calls here, some embarrassing promises there, and he was in.

Kiara couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips as she eyed the man. The smirk on Taehyung's lips was full of pride, almost conceited, as he tilted his head slightly to the side. "Oh, you don't say?" For once in the pair's life, it felt like Taehyung had a one-up on Jimin. "How does it feel to—"

"My love," Kiara interjected, voice just as sweet, yet bitter, like honey as she placed her hand on Taehyung's chest. She looked up at him, and Jimin could see her pupils dilated, swirling with love. He chewed on his lower lip gently. He barely knew this woman, but why did he want her to look at him like that? "I have to talk to you about something."

Taehyung stared at his partner with furrowed brows before looking at Jimin. "Um, alright. I'll catch up with you later then."

She looked at Jimin, and that love dissipated instantly. Such a look was only reserved for Taehyung, making a heaviness grow in his abdomen. "If you would excuse us."

The blonde couldn't seem to pull his eyes away from Kiara. "Of course," he finally said, grinning at the man. "Don't be a stranger!"

The two waved at each other before Kiara led him away. Her arm wrapped around his, holding him close to her. She glanced back at Jimin one last time before pulling Taehyung to a quiet section of the event. He leaned against the pillar while Kiara stood before him, gazing up at him.

"Why did you cut me off?" Taehyung asked, keeping his voice calm.

"Because you almost name-dropped me," she said, her arms folding over her chest. 

The 26-year-old's lips turned into a small o shape before forming a sheepish smile. "You're right. I'm sorry. I completely forgot for a second. It's just so hard not to brag about you when you always look so good." He reached out and touched her waist, pulling her into him.

She couldn't stop her lips from forming a smile as he buried his face into her neck. She giggled quietly, her hands placed on his chest. "Stop it," she whined, not wanting him to do such a thing.

Taehyung inhaled deeply, the notes of her sweet perfume entering his nostrils. "Mm, and you're wearing my favorite perfume too?" He mumbled against her skin, placing gentle kisses randomly. "You just wanted me to be on you."

The girl laughed before gasping when she felt his large hand fully palm her ass. She pulled away from him just enough to slap him in the chest playfully. "We're in public!"

His eyes locked with hers, with a smirk playing on his lips. "So?" He questioned as he pulled her close again, resuming to litter her neck with kisses. "No one's looking anyway. They're too distracted by your beautiful art." 

He continued until he reached her favorite spot, a moan parting from her smiling lips. His hands couldn't get enough of her, feeling her up as if it was the first time. Kiara's eyes fluttered shut, biting back moans that wanted to escape her mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Taehyung," she whined again, partially out of want. It started to feel so good that the world began to melt away. "Someone will see."

Someone cleared their throat. "That's true."

Kiara's eyes shot open, quickly pushing the man in the midst of giving her a hickey off of her. He groaned as his back hit the pillar wall while she turned around. Her cheeks flushed with heat, embarrassment promptly replacing the arousal. She saw familiar ice-blue eyes playfully glaring at her. The petite woman pushed her long, ginger hair off her shoulders as she cocked an eyebrow at the two—disapproval flooding her features.

Taehyung rolled his eyes. "Hello, Aimee," he said, greeting the woman for both of them.

Aimee huffed, glancing at the man. "Taehyung."

He stood up from the wall, kissing Kiara's temple. "Lemme get us something to drink." He shot one last glare to Aimee before walking off.

Aimee shook her head. "I don't know how you put up with him and all the PDA." She grumbled, her heavy New Jersey accent ringing through Kiara's ears while she glared a hole into the back of Taehyung's head.

Kiara straightened out the smooth material of her dress. "You get used to it," she smiled softly to herself. "Plus, I kinda like it."

"Ugh," Aimee rolled her eyes as she folded her arms over her chest. "Seems like he'd fuck ya right there with an audience." The girl pointed her index finger to her open mouth, making a gagging sound while Kiara laughed.

"You're so dramatic," Kiara smiled while shaking her head. "But what's up? Is everything going OK?" Aimee was at every event Kiara held. She was her art dealer, providing guests with the information needed to purchase a piece. She would only come up to the artist if something were awry.

"Oh! Everything is fucking fantastic, honestly." Her eyes lit up with excitement as she bounced on the balls of her heels. "I think this might be your best collection yet."

Kiara sighed in relief, placing her hand on her chest as it fell. "Thank you. If we can get everything sold tonight, I'll be set." Aimee looked at the girl, her brows furrowing momentarily before releasing. "Taehyung and I have been looking for a bigger place."

Aimee's lips turned down into a slight frown. "A bigger house? Has he even talked about getting a ring yet?"

Kiara's shoulders dropped, her hand pinching and rubbing at her fingers. She sounded just like her best friends and every other friend in Kiara's life. "I know," she sighed. She glanced down at her left hand, where her ring finger was aching to be adorned with something. "It's so backward, but a one-bedroom isn't enough. He needs an office space for work. So, I'm hoping the ring will come soon after once we settle into a new place."

She looked at the girl, a sad smile replacing her frown. "Well, it's only been four years, right?"

Only. That word ran circles in Kiara's head. 

It's only been for years. 

You've only just moved in with each other. 

You've only just started dating.

The word was growing tiresome, especially in the conversations about Taehyung. Everyone had an opinion about her and her relationship, but no one dared to say anything straightforward about it. She was sick of only.

Kiara nodded slowly, which only caused Aimee to sigh. "He'll come around, doll, don't stress it." She assured with a soft smile, gently patting the woman's shoulder. "Lemme get back to my job so you can get that house." After Kiara gave Aimee a small smile, she walked off. She almost bumped into Taehyung on the way out, the two quietly cursing at each other before continuing their path.

He returned to Kiara with a smile, handing her a glass of champagne. "All good news?"

She grinned at the man, feeling warm despite not sipping her drink yet. "Amazing news."

As the night continued, the two walked around together. They always had a hand on each other somehow, whether it was Taehyung's on the small of her back or Kiara's hand being swallowed by his. She adored this. It made her feel safe—feel wanted. He had to let everyone know she was off the market and was his. As if a shiny diamond ring resting upon her left finger wouldn't have done the same. Taehyung struck up conversations with random people, small-talking them like the extrovert he was. During each conversation, she would glance around, finding something to fill her attention while they spoke of things that didn't matter. Every time, her gaze would meet the blonde.

Their eyes lingered for longer than what was appropriate. Why was he looking at me? She thought while she fidgeted with her fingers. Or was he staring at Taehyung?

"Love," she said as she turned her gaze to Taehyung. He has just finished up a conversation with an elderly couple. "How long have you known Jimin?"

"We grew up together, and were best friends."

The girl's eyes went wide. Despite four years together, Taehyung rarely talked about anything before his college years. It was optional to dwell on past things, even though Kiara would've loved to know everything, from how he scraped his knees while learning to ride a bike to his first love.

"We even went to college together, out here," he continued. "But our crowds were completely different. He got along with the nepo babies since he basically is one, and I got along with the art kids. I remember us bumping heads quite a bit." He let out an amused chuckle.

"Oh," she frowned slightly.

"Like he didn't have to brag about going to Spain," he blurted out. "Not all of us can drop our responsibilities and take off on vacation for a year."

"A year?!" She repeated as her jaw dropped.

"Mhm, basically had his parents pay for the whole trip." There was a fire behind his words. He's been tight-lipped about his friendship with Jimin, and finally, it felt amazing to let it out. "I'm surprised he's not rotting from the inside out."

Kiara pouted a bit, never hearing Taehyung speak so harshly about another. "Well, maybe it was a birthday gift?" The blonde couldn't be that bad, even if she got a taste of that quick-witted mouth earlier. He could've just been having a bad day after all.

"He left in March, babe, and his birthday is in October."

Her mouth formed a small o before she chewed on her lower lip gently. "So you're not gonna catch up with him?"

He looked ahead before glancing down at the girl. "I am," he said with a shrug, "I would rather hang out with a nepo baby than my coworkers." Kiara let out a half-hearted snicker as he pressed a kiss to her temple. "It would be a good opportunity to get out of the house since someone says I need to make friends."

"You do!" She looked at him, brows furrowed and nose slightly scrunched. "I feel bad leaving you home every girls' night. I want to know you're having fun and not rewatching the same three movies."

"They're good movies!" He argued with a smile as the girl shot him a glare. "But I hear you," she stretched out the last syllable as he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. "So I will try for you, OK?"

The girl smiled, leaning up to touch their lips together briefly. "Thank you." She hoped they could work past their differences and become friends. She knew the man wanted to go out and experience things, but he longed for a set group to do that with. Sometimes, rekindling a relationship was more manageable than starting a new one.

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Our Home | Mini Chapter - New Home, New Identities | AssClass

Summary: Team Pink moves into their new home and establishes their roles for their upcoming assignment.

Warnings: Poor attempt at humor ahead and Rina's on the verge of a panic attack for the majority of this. Aside from that, it's nothing serious. Read at your own discretion.

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day my darlings!! 😘💕I hope you all are having at least a decent day today!! ( I know I won't be later on today when I watch Wiege, but that's neither here or there.. ) I couldn't buy chocolates for everyone in time, so I hope you'll accept this to make up for it!

Tagging: @nursedflowers + Anyone who wants to be tagged! <3 ( Which you can let me know via comments, my inbox, or personal dms! )

 "Welcome to our new base of operation!" Ryuji chimed as he swung the door open, the grin on his face so wide that both his fangs made a brief appearance.

He manages to find the light switch behind him without looking back and promptly flips it on. As the gentle whites of electricity flicker to life and illuminate the once dark space, his three younger companions peer their heads over either side of him.

A whistle slips from Inari's lips as her olive-colored hues scanned the area, pupils darting left and right in a quick succession to take everything in, "From the outside this place looked way smaller. Heh, for a second, I thought I'd have to bunk with ya', ( Assassin Codename )!" She says. The assassin in question’s monotone expression scrunches ever so slightly.

 "Why me specifically?" They questioned as their eyes landed on her. Alas, Inari never bothers to give them an answer, deciding to walk further inside instead. They had no choice but to drop the conversation altogether.

 "The concern should've never crossed your mind," Rei's voice is heard from behind them as he comes strolling in with bags filling both his arms. They’re heavy, filled to the brim with cumbersome weaponry, electronic devices, and the like, but you wouldn’t be able to tell by looking at him. He’s not out of breath, his arms don’t shake under the pressure—nothing. It’s as if he were simply carrying pillows.

 "As always, the government has provided the best to ensure that we face minimal problems with anything unrelated to your main objective." He says as everyone—aside from Ryuji who seemed more captivated by the electric fireplace against the living room wall—-turned back to look at him, "This home has specifically been renovated to accommodate the five of us and there's even a spare room that can be used however we see fit."

 "Great! I was thinking about somewhere I could do my usual warm ups!" Inari said with a grin as her balled fists came up to rest on the round of her hips.

 "Actually, the room will be used to store the remainder of my devices that are of less importance,” Rina butts in, “I have my doubts that whatever room I choose will be able to harbor all of them.”

 "I myself were thinking of making the room a home office. It would be easier to pull the strings from the background if I didn't have to travel such great lengths every morning," Rei said as he walked past the two girls, swiftly maneuvering around them in order to avoid grazing them with the bags as he walked between them.

After he passes by, Inari and Rina exchange looks for a moment. Both of their eyes narrow before they soften and they both let out similar sighs of defeat—Rina’s shoulders even slump—as they silently yet unanimously come to the decision to let their superior have the spare room.

In the background of this happening, Rei walks up to Ryuji and without warning swings his arm and slings half the bags at his head. Ryuji, swift as ever, manages to catch the initial few, but inevitably ends up bonked upside the head with one of the bags he couldn’t catch and crushed under the weight of the rest when he ultimately toppled to the ground. The sound alerts Y/n, who had already made their way upstairs to examine the rooms, but upon realizing what happened, they brush it aside. They are kind enough, however, to come back downstairs and help Rei with some of the bags.

 “Thank you—and be careful; they’re your sister’s,” He said and Y/n nodded in acknowledgement before they both began making their way up the stairs, ignoring the whines of their companion on the floor. 

 "So what's our game plan this time?" Was the question asked by Inari after plopping on the large bedding Rei laid out on Rina’s new bed. As she lays her head down, her wavy hair spreads across the sheets, showing off its steady transformation of darkened, cherry tips to warm, brown, coconut roots in the evening rays.

A little aways from the bed sits the technological prodigy—her sister in arms—who's fingers go soaring across her keyboard at a mile a minute. Characters and images go by at blinding speed to the point the high-tech computer struggles to match her pace which makes it seem as if mini windows of incomprehensible text and codes fly on and off her screens in quick flashes.

Rei sits in her reading chair—her new bookshelf filled to the brim with her bland-colored books serving as his personal backdrop—and watches Rina work with a narrowed gaze. 

 "For the highest chance of success, I suggest that we stick to our usual set up. Of course, with Rei to provide further guidance and Ryuji here as possible backup, our chances skyrocket by thirty percent," She says; a statement that should typically evoke joy, and yet, her tone remained devoid of it—an expected reaction from someone as imperturbable as herself.

 "Furthermore, since you'll be in a closed space surrounded by many...unpredictable factors, the best course of action based off the data I've already collected is—"

 "—Before you start devising a plan, I would advise that you listen to my next words," Rei cuts in smoother than any knife to flesh, putting Rina's possibly lengthy ramble to a swift end. Moreover, she full on pauses what she’s doing when Rei follows up with, "It's new orders from the higher ups. This also regards the serial disappearance case."

 "Although this assignment takes our priority over all else, we're still expected to find out what happened to those children and present them with the culprit behind this mess." And immediately, words of sheer irritation are pouring out of Inari's mouth with the chime of a whiny huff.

"Seeeriously?" She drawls, "We've been working at that case for months and they expect us to continue doing that while also beatin' alien ass?! One of these days I'm seriously gonna—!"

 "It doesn't change the outcome," Rina cuts her off, nothing but utter confidence evident in her words, "I figured a situation like this would occur," She goes back to typing, "It'll complicate a few things, but overall the ending result will be the same."

 "Hm, as always, you're five steps ahead of everyone," Rei says, "Unfortunately, those complications you mention may be more difficult for you to handle this time around."

The comment was nothing to typically roll heads over. It was vague and possibly meant to be taken as a light warning. But Rina was smart. Or, it was more so that she felt that something felt amiss with his words. They left a thick, uneasy oil to pool in her chest, clog up her arteries, slow down her movements, and make her heart slow to the uneven pace of a kid playing hopscotch for the first time.

Those words felt oddly targeted, but before she could get her words out, all of her questions were answered—and the answer given was the last thing she ever wanted to leave his lips.

 "I think, for the sake of the success of this operation, you should be on field and present."

Her breath catches in her throat, causing her lips to tighten and purse uncomfortably tight—a risky move seeming as she could barely breathe. Moreover, for the first time all evening, her eyes leave her screens to look at her higher up with an uncharacteristically spooked spark gleaming in them.

( Rei couldn't help the way his mind immediately morphed her into a terrified baby animal in his head. )

Probably realizing his thoughts, Rina turned her head back to her screens. This time, though, her hands didn't immediately find place on her blocky keys and instead took solace in folding together in a trembling little ball on her lap.

 "I.." She began, voice quiet and unusually shaky, "I..can't.." She tried again, but her words were just as feeble as her last—if not even worse. It was painful to hear the quiver in her tone—even more to see her and notice the tremor of her shoulder—and the feelings that stirred was akin to ones that would arise upon watching a noble queen's undeserving fall from grace..

Moreover, whether Inari shared that sentimentality with Rei or not, she ended up relieving the tense air he caused with her usual insensitivity. 

 "Pfft-!" She spits, her words warmed by her chuckles as she said, "Are you suuure that's a good idea? I mean, she rarely ever steps foot on an actual field and you think she'd be better suited on a mission?"

 "She's right," Rina shoots out, as if her colleague's comment was some high praise, "Think this through, Rei—really think. This assignment will decide the fate of the world. Women, children, everyone and everything. Throwing me, who hasn't gone five feet from an office or bedroom or lab in years would be—!"

 "—Exactly what we need," He finishes, "Rina, your brain is a gift not even NASA can only hope to compare to one day. You are fluent in over thirty different languages, possess a photographic memory which has memorized thousands of difficult texts and scriptures, and have brought countries to their knees with your digital intellect and wit—and half of that was achieved before you reached adolescence. Not only that, but I can’t think of anyone faster at cooking up a plan in a pinch better than you."

 "But that's not the same!" She cries out, spinning around in her chair to look at him, "A software is not the same as a knife or gun! I can't truly kill anyone with just complex words and programs!"

 "That may be true in a sense, but you can surely put the pieces in place for someone else to do so," He retorts calmly before releasing a sigh from his lips, "At the end of the day, that's all we need from you; to put us in a situation where we can have a clear shot of—and ultimately put a swift end to—that abomination."

And to that, Rina had no room to argue. Logically speaking, Rei's idea was the better one as it did put her in a position where she could actively manipulate the situation in the best way for them, but even so. The thought of dressing up, pretending to be someone she isn't, and dealing with all the stress that comes with going undercover..the constant chance of slipping up and saying too much or not enough and someone finding out which leads to the entire operation falling apart.. Messing up and being the blame for everything going downhill..

It's all too much to handle. It was back then at least, that's for sure. After all, if she were even half as strong as her siblings, that incident wouldn't have played out the way it did and such great potential wouldn't have been lost.

Nevertheless, it seems her inner turmoil played like a tv show on her face because even with her back turned to them, both of her colleagues could practically read what she was thinking like a book—or at least, came close to figuring it out. ( Just another reason why it'll be a dire mistake to send her out on this mission, she thought. )

 "All I'm saying is that, at the end of the day, you're a top ranking assassin even if you aren't the most physically adept like a typical one. This mission will most likely require unorthodox skills and plans to accomplish and the best results could be produced if you were to experience the situation first-hand rather than playing it by ear," Rei sighed out, his eyes closing as he decided to relieve her of his intense gaze, "Just think it over."

 "I did a long time ago," She says; a comment that made no sense when paired to what was currently being discussed. It was never meant to. Nevertheless, she continues her nonsensical utterings with a distant look in her eyes, "I can't do it. I'm sorry if that comes off as disappointing, but I'm not as capable as you've made yourself believe, Rei.. All I'd do is jeopardize this assignment for everyone."

 "What are you guys talking about?"

At the monotonous chime they've come to associate with a certain killer, everyone's eyes dart over to the corner of the room where the door leading to the bathroom resides.

They were all met with the usual gaze of their colleague—although it was deemed to be the only thing they could use to tell who they were staring at. Everything about them had changed. Their hair, once long enough to string up into a bun, had been cut down to mid-ear length and dyed into two tones like an abstract painting in an art exhibit—their bangs serving as an eyecatcher with how drastic the change is compared to the rest of the strands behind it. Their torso had been concealed behind a cotton veil of fading yellow while their legs were clad in comfortably baggy, dull gray trousers, leaving their frame a mystery like a medieval knight’s armor in a museum hiding a corpse.

At the same time, the softened themes of their clothing made their overall appearance seem less intimidating. Looking at them no longer had one instinctively gulping because of their predatory stare. Listening to their feet click against the wood of the room didn't make anyone's heart race from unknown fear or cause their bodies to tense and prepare for the worst.

The air they once wore like a fitted dress was nowhere to be found and instead replaced with something more breathable, more innocent.

If they didn't know any better, they could've been fooled into thinking the one before them was simply a child. Just another junior high student who's worried about small-scale things like passing their next exam or if they'll end up with a stable, successful future. Certainly not an assassin with nothing but blood and guts filling their mind 24/7.

 "Woah…is that really you, ( Assassin Codename )?" Inari asked before her voice dipped into obvious sarcasm and she said, "For a second there, I almost killed ya' thinking you were some dumb kid who had stumbled in here."

And completely ignoring the vocal threat made on their life, they reply casually, "Good. That means my disguise is believable enough for this assignment."

 "You're deciding to go in as a male? I would've thought you'd find it better to pose as a female student," Rina commented, seemingly more composed. Although there's still a noticeable tremor in her tone, "After all, people tend to let their guard down around women more so than men. They're also less likely to have suspicion raised against them. That's why it's so much easier for them to commit crimes like trafficking and theft."

 "While I'm not fond of the comparison made, I have to say I agree," Rei jumped in, his eyes now open and staring at their dual-toned hair with furrowed brows, "I certainly didn't expect you to take such a..dramatic approach to your appearance. After all, you usually go for more unobtrusive roles for missions. May I ask what brought this on?"

And, as if his comment had summoned him, Ryuji came twirling out of the bathroom door, a big grin rearing his pale skin as he slings an arm around his blank-faced workmate and forces them under his chin.

 "What you really meant to say was, ‘Wow! You’re new hair fucking rocks, ( Assassin Codename )! Who was the genius behind your badass dye-job?’, right? I already know you don't have to say it," He chirps before carding his fingers through his colleague's hair and ruffling it. Rei's face dips in disdain.

 "I had a feeling you were behind this," He says in an exhaustedly knowing tone before his gaze breaks from him to look at his junior with an almost disappointed look on his face.

 "I have no idea what has run through your mind to confide in him of all people to help in changing your appearance, but I hope it's a good one."

 "You say that as if it's a bad thing. C'mon, I made them look sick!" He says, grabbing them by their arm and suddenly slinging them forward to show them off as if they were some expensive ring or something.

 "They don't need to look 'sick' when the operation calls for them to look as inconspicuous as possible," Rei retorts through clenched teeth, and like some upset mother he motions at them, obviously vexed, as he continues, "They stick out more than the monster now."

 "I have to agree," Rina says, "This is an assignment that calls for a less drastic approach and pertaining such a…gaudy look will do nothing but put unnecessary eyes on you, ( Assassin Codename )."

 "Who cares who's looking? The hair is awesome!" Inari says, rolling over on her stomach and propping her head up with her hand as she asks with a toothy smirk, "Think you can do mine?"

Ryuji matches her expression, replying in a half-joking tone, "Yeah, but it'll cost you an arm and a leg," to which she dissolves into a fit of giggles. It was only when her laughter began to die that her monotone partner in crime slipped from Ryuji's grasp, their hand coming up to flatten the flying strands in their hair before beginning to speak.

 "Typically, new students are to take a general diagnostic exam to decide what class they'd be best suited in, and while it wouldn't be a hard task to purposely fail it and get sent to E Class that way, me and Rina found out earlier that the school simply doesn't allow new students in that don't score high enough to at least make it into D Class," They explain, "Furthermore, as to not tank the school's prestigious reputation, they also don't allow students in who already have a bad track record."

 "So that poses the question; what is the best way to infiltrate Kunigigoaka's Class E that would draw the least amount of suspicion?" They walk forward and sit on the bed, their leg coming up to cross over the other. At the same time, Ryuji makes his way over to Rina where he mumbles something incoherent in her pierced ear which doesn't go unnoticed by either Rei or Inari, who're both raising eyebrows at the charade that happening before their eyes.

 "The answer is quite simple actually.." Suddenly, Rina spins around in her chair to face the screens once again. Her hands find place at her keyboard before seemingly multiplying from the sheer speed of her typing before then coming to a sudden halt when she sees three unfamiliar faces staring back at her.

 "The answer..is to simply go in as someone who's already laid out the groundwork for us."

 "So that's what that odd request earlier was about," Rina said, her head turning slightly so that she could look at her twin out of the corner of her eye, "I must say, it's not often I see you so..playful. Simply telling me what you needed would've been less time-consuming."

 "They just wanted an excuse to look cool," Inari quipped with a cheeky grin; a comment that was promptly ignored even when she went as far as to poke their cheek, "Didn't know you had it in ya' to be such a showoff."

 "So, you want to pose as low-performing students already attending the school?" Rei inquired, "I'm assuming you've already found a solution to deal with the obvious flaws in that plan?"

 "It doesn't seem like they have to," Rina comments, "You see, these three students in particular—although still present on the roster—are labeled as suspended for 'rumors of inappropriate behavior outside of school grounds'.

 "Ahhh, so they're a buncha' delinquents," Inari said, her grin widening.

 "Yep, a buncha' dead delinquents," Ryuji added, and despite the grim undertones, no one batted an eye. As if he had said the most normal thing in the world.

Then again, in their profession, death was the most normal thing in the world. As common as eating and sleeping for them, in fact.

 "Nothing has officially been stated, though that possibility is a likely one," Rina clarifies, "Shortly after their suspension at Kunigigoaka, these three had disappeared seemingly out of thin air. Nobody has heard anything from them in several days and it's likely foul play is at hand."

 "Moreover, the Ministry of Justice has investigated the case privately and upon further investigation, it seems that their disappearances may be linked to the serial disappearance case."

Inari groans, her feet kicking aggressively, "Ugh! Why is everything involved with that damn case?!" She then huffs, her cheeks puffing out like a child as she starts grumbling, "Seriously, why couldn't they have just bit the bullet another way and ended up as a typical homicide or something.."

 "The government has all of this information hidden from the public as to not cause unnecessary panic. Furthermore, with the three students' parents being MIA, the world, and more importantly the school, are none the wiser and are continuing about their lives believing that these kids are simply serving out their suspension at home."

 "The most important detail noted is that after their suspension, which'll end a few days from now, they'll be attending E Class as they've been demoted due to their suspension. It'd pose zero difficulty to rewrite the files and pose as them, it'll also lessen everyone's suspicions of us and lower the monster's guard."

 "That's all good, but what about the main building?" Rei questions, "Even if Class E doesn't recognize you as frauds, surely the other students in the main building who've spent years with them will see right through you."

 "Actually, the possibility isn't likely. These students are special, you see, as there is seemingly nothing on them. No note of any friends or even acquaintances. On top of that, the only thing we are aware of is that they would often skip school—which ended up being the main reason for their suspension in the first place."

 "In simple terms, they're nobodies," Ryuji said, his arms crossed and his lean body against the wall, "Perfect personas, don'tcha think?"

 "Hm.. As it stands, it seems you've fleshed most things out. I believe that you’ll be able to handle the more minute things so I suppose I have no further questions," Rei's eyes close for the nth time today, his hands clasping together as he nods, "And don't worry. Though I was assigned this mission along with you, I won't get in your way. I'll simply be here for additional backup in case you need it."

 "I do have one concern," Rina then says, "This plan requires three, capable people to go on field and while you, ( Assassin Codename ), and Inari fill two out of three of those roles just fine, the third worries me.."

 "Ryuji fits the qualifications for the role on a first basis with his skills as a hitman, and while he does possess the necessary acting skills required, his physical appearance may pose a problem."

 "Who said anything about Ryuji filling the role?” The response was anticipated, but still dreaded. Unlike before, though—whether she was simply tired of arguing her point or didn’t think she’d be able to against them—she didn’t put up much of a fight as before and simply stared at her sibling with her defeated, downcasted eyes.

 “So I’m to assume that you expect me to fill that third role?” She asks. It was childish, but part of her hoped—no, prayed that, for once in her life, her calculated deduction was wrong. Part of her wished with all her being that her sibling had someone else in mind, that there was some unknown third party she wasn’t aware of—anything! She wasn’t a miracle worker, but she’ll make even the most difficult person possible to work with them on this operation if it meant she could stay in her realm of electronic screens and morse codes.

But alas, it seems she had hit the nail on the coffin as she always did.

 “It would be preferable if you did,” They tell her; a cruel statement seeming as there was, in truth, no real option—no real choice to refuse—and no real escape. To Rina, it almost felt as if she had been stabbed in the back and the knife used had been twisted and ripped out along with her heart, leaving her as a hollow shell of anxiety and foreboding.

But as her eyes—dulled of its already boring color long before this—looked up to gaze at the perpetrator, who so happens to share her face which only adds insult to injury, the hatred felt disperses as quickly as it comes and without it to harden her gaze, it ultimately softens.

She could never stay mad at them for long, such is the price of viewing them as her little sibling rather than her colleague like she should in this line of work.

 “Having you and your skills directly at my side during this operation would put my mind at ease and keep me in the mindset that would be able to produce better and faster results,” They said, “As for your inexperience on the field, I’ll simply make up for whatever and wherever you fall short.”

Their tone was as blunt as ever, making it unclear whether their words were some half-hearted attempt at comforting her or if they even cared at all. Nevertheless, it felt like a warm hug to her cold, walking corpse, and in the end, that was all she needed to be swayed.

She takes in a long breath before exhaling that same breath along with her worries—and ultimately her better judgement—out to dissipate in the air. Meeting their eyes as she forces her lips to move and say, “If you believe that the mission will end as a swift success if I were to be on field then I have no right to protest.”

 “Alright!” A loud clap draws everyone towards Inari, who had just jumped up from the bed. Her toothy grin—her commonplace—easily squashing the somber mood into dust, “Now that our roles have been settled it’s time for the fun part!”

She quickly skips over the small space between her and Rina and forces the younger girl into a crushing side hug which earned an exasperated look from her that was promptly ignored.

 “Inari, what—” “Work your magic, Ryuji! Turn us into true degenerates!” She says, and despite his early words, Ryuji smirks and nods.

 “You don’t have to tell me twice!” Matching her energy, Ryuji eagerly makes his way over to the two girls. Squeezing his head through the space between them as he cages them with his arms.

 “How far am I allowed to go?” He asked them with a devilish look in his eyes, but before either of them could respond, Rei came to their—mainly Rina’s—aid, his gaze stern as ever.

 “You’re only allowed to dye their hair and provide them with contacts and the appropriate attire like you did with ( Assassin Codename ) and only if they give you their explicit consent for you to do so, if not..”

His threat doesn’t need to be expressed because all who heard it understood clearly what he meant. Furthermore, as current Chief Intelligence at the Ministry of Defense and as a former but infamously known warrant officer for the JGSDF, you would think his threat would be taken with utmost seriousness, which it would…if the one he was talking to wasn’t Ryuji—who was known far and wide to have more than a few of his screws loose in his pretty, peach-colored head.

 “Don’t worry, Kazu’..” Ryuji drawled, “Consent is, like, my whole schtick! I even ask my targets for permission before I put them out of their misery, hahaha~!” A groan leaves Rei as Ryuji’s cackling fills his ears.

 “Sooo pretty girls, you name it and I’ll go beyond!” He exclaimed with glee, “How far will you let me go witcha’?”

 “I’m fine with whatever! Don’t hold back!” Inari said just as excitedly and to his surprise, Rina nodded along.

 “I agree. I give you my full consent to do whatever you see fit to my appearance as long as it’s necessary for the operation. …Though..” She pauses, and for the first time that day, she flashes a smile albeit a brittle one.

 “I’d prefer you not cut my hair if possible,” She says to which Ryuji moves his arm, which was wrapped around her shoulder, up to her head and pats it roughly. Nodding along to her words like an eager little puppy. Rei sighs, his hand coming up to message the skin of his forehead.

 “Just don’t go overboard,” He grumbled as if he had just given in to a child’s plea to play longer at a playground.

 “When have I ever?” Ryuji chimed, but dragged Rina and Inari along before Rei could give an answer. It only makes the pain growing in Rei’s head worse.

 “What have I done for my superiors to punish me like this..?” Rei found himself muttering under his breath as he ran his ring hand down his face. 

 “Mister Rei,” A dull call of his name has the man rearing his head towards the bed. Upon seeing Y/n staring at him, Rei raises his eyebrow and asks, “What is it?”

 “I still want to make some final touches to my appearance,” They state bluntly as they rose from the bed, “Typically I wouldn’t request help with this, but what I want requires your—or rather your family’s—expertise.”

Rei’s brows furrow, “You mean…” Y/n nods.

 “I’d like you to take me to Miss Hina’s shop, I have a special request for her that I’m sure she’d love to complete for me.”

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[hederasgarden]

Hey Ivy 💕 I’m looking for some advice. I want to get back into writing, I haven’t written anything in literal years. I don’t even know where to start. I know logically the thing to do is just….start writing, simple as that. Use the muse, find the prompt, just start. But every time I try I get so incredibly cringed out but my own work and cannot continue. This isn’t even to post it anywhere or share it with anyone, it’s just for fun and a hobby, I know it doesn’t even have to be good, but then I think if its not good and I’m literally not going to post it anywhere then why bother do it. Any advice would be most welcome 💕💕💕

It can be really hard to get back into writing after being away from it for a while, especially when you’ve built up expectations for yourself. I think the first question to ask yourself is why you loved writing in the first place. Was it a fun, relaxing way to unwind? Did you enjoy crafting plots, exploring emotions, or developing connections between characters? Or maybe you loved engaging with fandoms, interacting with readers, and sharing your work with others? If you can pinpoint that original why it might help. 

For me, one of the biggest driving forces is how writing makes me feel. It can help me relax and disengage from stressors in my life but there’s also something thrilling about building a plot, diving deep into a character’s emotions, and getting that cathartic payoff when everything clicks into place. However, there are plenty of times when writing makes me feel the opposite and I’ve felt like deleting everything and quitting. I’ll probably feel that way again at some point. Tomorrow maybe. It’s all part of the process. 

I also would like to potentially publish some original material someday so I approach writing fanfic as a way to hone my craft. But not everyone wants to do that and that’s okay. Writing can just be silly and fun. 

Anyway, here are two pieces of advice I’ve found helpful:

Have zero expectations for your first draft.

I often cringe at my first drafts—they always feel so flat, and I miss a lot of the imagery and depth I want to convey. But honestly, that’s okay. The first draft isn’t about being good. It’s about getting something down on the page so you have material to work with. One trick I’ve found helpful is setting a timer for 10-15 minutes, and allowing myself to write stream of consciousness without editing. You’d be amazed at how much you can get done that way. Once I have a chunk of writing, I’ll go back and tidy it up, fixing grammar and adding more description and emotions. I rinse and repeat until I’m satisfied. It’s like adding layers and depth to a drawing.

I think people might be surprised how long it takes me to get to a finished product. 

Find a cheerleader.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't find a lot of motivation and inspiration from the feedback and interactions I get. However, we all know interaction on Tumblr can be tricky so I’ve learned not to solely depend on it. Instead, throughout my time in fandom, I’ve built friendships with other writers and readers and I can’t tell you how much it helps to have someone to talk to about your work. Whether it’s sending them snippets of your story, brainstorming plot ideas, or just getting them hyped about what you’re working on, having that support can make all the difference. Let them hype you up. Seriously. It's a game-changer. 

I know it’s hard when you’re feeling self-critical, but don’t be too hard on yourself. Writing is a process, and sometimes it’s messy and you hate it at first but you have to keep showing up. Even if you write 10 words one day, that’s progress. 

My inbox and DMs are always open to talk anon. I hope you can rediscover your joy of writing.

[alterrune]

RE:KMRG SIDE STORIES - THE FATE OF DR. ANDONUTS

-🔺💜🔵💕✍🏼-

⚠️TW: MENTIONS AND DESCRIPTIONS OF SUICIDE⚠️

⚠️YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED⚠️

-🔺💜🔵💕✍🏼-

So...JE, how did you manage to lose Andonuts, anyways?

AH!

(Joke-Explainer suddenly falls to the ground.)

NO! DO NOT LEAVE ME, DR. ANDONUTS! DO NOT LEAVE ME!

Oh shit. Didn't think it was that touchy of a subject...

(Alter immediately drops the touchscreen tablet he was using to peruse the MAXPH folder, and rushes over to JE as she's curled up into a ball.)

JOKE-EXPLAINER, CALM THE FUCK DOWN!

(JE looks at Alter, as he begins caressing her hair.)

It's alright, okay. It's alright. Just breathe. I didn't know that'd send you into a panic attack, okay? Just breathe and let's calmly discuss this. Okay? Okay.

-🔺💜🔵💕✍🏼-

(After a bit, JE gets up and gives Alter a hug...well, she gives Alter's legs a hug, at least.)

Thank you for dropping what you were doing and stopping things from getting worse for me. I appreciate you owning up to your mistake.

Trust me, Joke-Explainer. I had no idea that topic was that touchy. If I fuck it up, I should un-fuck it up, plain and simple.

To answer your question...well, I would much rather not go into specifics, but to put it briefly, I went into Andonuts' head to rid himself of his three Guilts. When we get to the full story, it will show you exactly what happened, but for now I will tell you that my mission backfired horribly. Trying to take down the guilts only made them worse, and after I was forced out of Andonuts' head...well, I am certain you know what happened.

Yeah, I've heard about it. He grabbed a pump-action shotgun, put the barrel in his mouth, and pulled the trigger. Got rid of his guilts in his own way.

Yes. In the Central Canon Continuum, the versione of myself there saved him, and she realize she was burning herself out and needed someone to help run the channel with. However, in this timeline, Andonuts killed himself. I had nobody to help run the channel.

(JE picks up a cardboard box labelled "Important Stuff" and pulls a black orb from it.)

Not even the SiIva AI could help me, as he was destroyed far before that point. This orb is the AI core, by the way. It is all that remains of the SiIva AI.

(JE puts it back into the cardboard box, as the door to the meeting room opens, as Susie, myself, and everyone else begins pouring in.)

But you're not alone, Susie. You have me.

Ah yes, that is right. Shortly after Andonuts died, when I was at the lowest point I had ever been, Susie showed herself to me.

I told her that I know how it felt to lose someone that you treated as a parental figure. My father, Maxx Profit Haltmann, died at the hands of The Voice. As he is a figment (like Grand Dad, Robbie Rotten and Noaka are), the moment The Voice put the bullet in his back, everyone forgot about him...everyone except me.

She decided that she would help me run the channel, which she did alongside me. For the first time ever, it felt like I was sharing the weight of the SiIvaGunner channel instead of being crushed down by it. Eventually, we developed feelings for one another, and officially became a lesbian couple.

Damn...that whole ordeal sounds rough, JE.

Not even Off The Hook went through something like that.

"Nor did anyone in Pokémon Square."

(Alter grabs JE's shoulder.)

Listen. When we get to that moment, you won't have to watch it again. I can tell that being forced to see it once was more than enough for you. If you want, either me or Kyle can hold you so you don't have to watch it again.

Thank you, Alter. You are such a considerate man.

In or out of combat, I always make sure to protect the people I care about. It's not about being a hero, it's about being there for my friends and family when they need me.

-🔺💜🔵💕✍🏼-

Hate to interrupt, but...shouldn't the ASKERS have asked this question?

That's the thing. Inbox's been a ghost town ever since we started. Nothing from Locsin, Scooter, or anyone really!

Kyle, might it be time for an "AtO All-Star Asker Ping", as you call them?

(sigh...) Yeah, you're right, M.O.S.H.I. Gimme a sec. Sending out a ping for @flowerbarrel/@flowerbarrel-art, @johnlocsin-johnyakuza, @hollow-henry-official, @bonedgem, @meowy2, @flagonking, @violetthunderstorm, @goldenhydreigon47, and ESPECIALLY @blossomaaoc. If any of y'all are busy at the moment, I understand completely, don't worry.

By the way, welcome to the AtO All-Star Askers, Hydreigon.

JE, you got something to say?

(JE outstreches her hands to hug all of us.)

Just that I am so lucky to have friends like all of you. Hug time!

(Her arms extend to give us all a group hug.)

Right. Forgot she's a robot.

But despite that, this hug is still very heartwarming.

And I love that.

[moonliched]

Sorry for the spam questions, I really like thinking about your fic. So, is there anything you'd like to ramble on about that I haven't asked?

you're good! i get screen fatigue and headaches, so i've been pacing myself through the asks. you can't imagine how exciting it was to open my inbox and see questions about my fic!! i love talking about it and this has been lots of fun, thanks so much✨☺️💕💕💕💕

rambling under the cut bc it's super long!

i've been trying to write this into the fic, but idk how well it'll come across, so i might as well say it here! Y/N refers to one of their parents as their 'guardian.' i picture Y/N's guardian as being a careless parent, not bc they don't care, but bc their culture raises children in a more independent fashion. with very little actual raising. they kind of just let them do their own thing, so their guardian was super uncomfortable that their weird hybrid child actually needed a lot of assistance to survive.

Y/N grew up feeling like a burden, and that asking for help or relying on others is evidence that they lack the intelligence and capability to do anything themself. communities are more for convenience than the necessary relationships that humans need by nature, so when people move away they don't keep in contact. this includes blood relatives. communities also scatter to rebuild elsewhere frequently, so by leaving their home planet Y/N understood that they would likely never see anyone from their community, including their guardian, ever again. no one they were leaving behind would see anything wrong with this.

Y/N was seen as bizarre for getting attached to people to the extent of wanting to keep in contact after they moved. as a consequence, Y/N generally fails to keep in contact with anyone they meet unless it's a requirement of work, and they figure everyone will think they're weird if they try to keep in contact. they have turned out quite asocial. you'll notice Y/N rarely seeks out Moon even though he's always coming to visit them. all the same, they can't quite kill the human part of themself that wants people to stick around even when they're drained from too much social interaction.

also, Y/N's other parent is a victim of this. they're human, and left one day for some reason - work, travel, to earn more money for their family. they returned one day only to find their partner and child gone, because their partner did not consider or particularly care that they might want to find them again😬 Y/N works this out as a teen, but there's no way for them to seek them out.

... okay let's do some nicer ones!🍰🍓

🍓 Y/N thinks about eating fish eyes a weird amount. fish skin too. this is because i am rabid about eating chicken skin and also raw meat (prepared ofc) and when i was a child i used to go into the butcher's shop or visit the raw fish on ice in the supermarket and breathe in the smell longingly, and freak out my parents :[

🍓 Moon's love language is biting, unfortunately

🍓 BON-BON sometimes wants to hug Y/N but he got no arms :( he also sometimes wants to fight them too

🍓 BON-BON sometimes just turns on the closest monitor and stares out of it silently while Y/N is doing stuff. he wants to hang out like when a friend comes into your room to chill on your bed without speaking. but all the stuff he does is digital, so Y/N can just see him blankly staring at them and it looks very odd from their perspective lol

🍓 Y/N runs funny bc they learned to run on a flimsy floating community that rocked with the waves

🍓 the Glamrock team are all aware by now that Vanessa is incessantly antagonising Y/N. generally they're wondering if Y/N may have done something before they arrived to trigger Vanessa into launching constant verbal attacks on them, and are feeling extremely uncomfortable on Y/N's behalf. no one wants to be the one to address it with Vanessa

🍓 Y/N has no idea what pizza is, but bc of the name they're picturing some sort of spiky dish like a sea urchin

🍓 Y/N is actually eating more seafood dishes as of late than they usually would bc Vanessa keeps commenting on it, and it makes them feel resentful. so then they cook more fish in rebellion and it becomes a cycle

thanks for reading!!😋✨

[twilightarc-gm]

🦈💕🎯 for the ask game!

🥰 An ask for me! Thank you so much I will endeavor to be entertaining!

For this ask game~ Here

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write? //checks works// I have written exactly 5 character perspectives and honestly my beloved Jiang Cheng gives me the hardest time! He's always thinking and thinking and doing cost benefit analysis in his head for every decision, paragraphs will go by before I remember he's supposed to be responding to someone!! Help!! Honestly I think the reason he's a toughy is because I am SOOO invested in representing him in a way that makes sense but is also doesn't bury the plot. Not everyone is into a downward spiral of paranoia and anxiety with sudden spikes of grief. Like I am the first one to say that he has normal days without rocking the scorned woman vibes every moment of it, but also when he's not Cursed Cassandra or triggered by his WWX-centric ptsd, he's just such a normal guy?? He likes people who are good/nice, he likes being good at what he was taught to do, he likes people relying on him, and he likes caring for his people... Like, when the narrative isn't against him he's just doing his thing trying to be enough for anyone willing to give him the time of day which is relatable as heck but also takes up 80% more processing power of the hamster wheel in my brain than it should and it's like... I had a plot here somewhere here but I just want to write him making the most mundane decisions. This is a problem!

💕 What is your favorite fic that you’ve written? OoooooOooooOooooOooo wow yeah good question because I actually have some fics published now so I actually have choices to answer with but also the answer is that my favorite fic isn't even published yet and I have been writing it for years. "Mainfic" my beloved, soon... Of everything that currently available to link, I think the Jiaoren!JC au is the best of my fics but my favorite these days as in fun for me to reread is the lil zoids au that's just WWX thirsting for JC with a mecha sport as backdrop. 😂 It's very indulgent. I put little images in it and everything. Like popping butterscotch candies when rereading and writing it.

🎯 Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards? Gonna be incredibly boring with this one because I think all my writing milestones I ever had I have already reached. 🙃 The biggest one before was just finishing a chapter fic, you know? I guess the next milestone is to do that but with something LONG and maybe that will be mainfic? Who knows. Ball of nerves on that one. It's probably going to get up to 200k if not more? That'd be my biggest achievement if I got that finished and all posted. 🙏

Aaah I love ask games, thank you so much these were fun to answer! My inbox is always open for anything, don't be a stranger~ 😉

[writingquestionsanswered]

Hi! I absolutely love your blog it's incredibly useful! 💕

I'm working on a story in which one of my characters takes on the identity of a masked vigilante to fight crime. My issue is, my character is female but the masked vigilante she disguises herself as is assumed to be a man by the other characters in the story. Since the vigilante's real identity isn't revealed (to the characters or the readers) until the end of the story, I was thinking of using male pronouns when describing the vigilante's scenes and female pronouns when my character is out of disguise but I'm wondering if that would be considered misleading or tricking readers into not being able to guess the vigilante's identity?

Pronouns for Mistaken Identity Masked Vigilante

It really depends on the POV your story is told from.

Third-Person Omniscient - In this point-of-view, the story isn't told from any particular character's POV, but from the narrator's POV, and they are able to see all and know all. Since the narrator would know the identity of the masked vigilante, it wouldn't make sense for the narrator to use the wrong pronouns probably. However, you could try filtering the narrator's POV through the witnesses... since they already believe the masked vigilante is a man, the male pronouns would make sense.

Third-Person Limited - In this POV, the narrator is limited to the POV of one character at a time. So the pronouns used would depend on who the witness is, because if it's someone who knows the masked vigilante's true identity, in which case it probably wouldn't make sense for them to use the wrong pronouns.

And as long as you have a reason for keeping the masked vigilante's true identity from the reader, it's fine to trick them... it would be a great twist if you do it right. :)

Happy writing!

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