#there's more where these come from but they're very scribbly and not ready to be presented

[semisolidmind]

About the cartoon episode dreams.

What if when the other Smiling Critters show up in them, they kinda... act/react out of character for a second. Before getting back into character and smiling again. Some are wistful, and glad that at least one of them survived. Others are kinda salty that Catnap, of all critters, is one of the ones that survived after all he did. (Nothing more than like a brief gasp, them just pausing to stare in horror at the Catnap innocently perching on Y/N's shoulder, or a sad sigh and somber expression before snapping back into place.)

Just something ever so slightly amiss about those Red Smoke induced dreams.

exactly what i was thinking

like, the very first "episode" that y/n experiences is their introduction into the critters' world. they're found, dazed and confused in the woods, by dogday, who of course wants to help them and introduce them to his friends. they wander the woods for a bit, y/n following dogday and listening to him talk about how neat all his friends are. there's something...sad about it, but y/n has no idea why.

after walking a ways, dogday stops suddenly. he's flung an arm out in front of y/n to stop them too, almost protectively. he stares wide-eyed and completely still at a tree to their left. his ever present grin turns down at the edges, and he goes quiet. y/n follows his line of sight to a branch higher up.

a purple cat snoozes in the tree, his long tail dangling in the open air. it flicks occasionally. he seems to sense the presence of our heroes, because he slowly opens his eyes, stretching before turning towards them. his smile grows at the sight of his friend, and he tilts his head curiously at the new arrival standing next to him.

y/n feels a chill down their spine at his stare. they don't know why, but...they feel like they need to run.

then dogday says a cheery hello, seemingly broken out of his trance, and ease returns to the scene. the cat, introduced as dogday's best buddy catnap, comes down from the tree. he silently stares at y/n as dogday introduces them, a big smile on his face. y/n greets him nicely, and after a beat, the cat takes hold of y/n's hand. they get the feeling he's saying that he's ready to go. dogday laughs at his friend's silly ways, grabs y/n's other hand, and leads the group on.

the trio continues through the woods, dogday and y/n laughing and carrying on while catnap remains silent. y/n can feel him intermittently squeezing their fingers or rubbing his thumb on the back of their palm, feeling the bones underneath. they wonder if he or his friends have ever seen a human before.

after a short while, the two critters and their new friend come upon a clearing with a cluster of adorably themed houses. y/n, amused, figures the scratching post and the dog house are the homes of their two new little buddies.

in a big circle in the clearing, a group of critters similar to their two companions are happily playing.

they see a rabbit and a bird playing soccer, an elephant and a unicorn scribbling on some paper and painting at an easel, and a bear and a pig seemingly setting up a picnic. it looks nice. it's a beautiful day for all of them, and they all look so content. y/n feels a pang in their chest.

they want to cry, and they're not sure why.

dogday notices, and gently squeezes their hand. he says nothing, but the sad, shaky smile he gives them speaks volumes.

it's quickly gone when the rabbit notices him and calls his name. the other critters look up as well, a myriad of hellos raising a joyous cadence in the air. they all look so happy to see dogday. their curiosity at y/n is apparent as well, asking who they are and where they come from. the critters all have questions about them, and y/n does their best to answer them.

then catnap steps out from behind y/n's back.

the group of critters all go silent.

they all stare at him; some horrified, some angry. not even a breath is taken in at the sight of the drowsy feline. if catnap is put off by his friend's reactions to him, he makes no indication. though his grip on y/n's hand tightens.

but then the critters snap back to attention. it's almost like they've all decided unanimously to ignore catnap altogether. he doesn't react, his gaze trained on y/n just like the others. his grin hasn't moved.

the critters introduce themselves. bubba, crafty, hoppy, kickin, picky, and bobby. y/n feels like they know them all already. after dogday informs them all that y/n is trying to find a way home, the critters agree that they'll do what they can to help.

the episode ends in static.

y/n wakes up.

———

–more thoughts; dogday, catnap, and y/n are the ones who feel the strangeness of the dreams the most. the other critters have their moments, but not as often. otherwise most of the dialogue is pretty standard for a kids cartoon.

– another sad thought is that in each dream, the other smiling critters start to dissapear, one by one, confusing dogday and y/n (catnap seems...unresponsive. he also tends to dissapear when the others do, but comes back). they try and try to find them, but they're nowhere to be found. eventually, dogday and catnap are the only ones left. dogday has been getting angrier and angrier at catnap, and he's not sure why. the cat remains as pleasantly lackadaisical as always, though at times his grin seems to freeze and pupils seem to shrink.

–each critter gets an episode where they try to help y/n and y/n helps them in some way. each one would have y/n giving advice on how to solve a problem, using the cutout dialogue from the game as inspiration for the problems the critters face. helping bubba remember something he forgot, helping kickin overcome a fear, helping crafty finish a painting she struggles with, find bobby when she gets lost, helping hoppy reach a goal, helping picky try something new.

after a critter has their own episode, they dissapear.

#ooooooooh the angst potential is through the roof #yn and dogday are gonna go through so much more hurt #poppy playtime

[imprettytired]

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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Chapter 6

Cw: drugs, hallucinations, injury, blood, arguing, references to self harm.

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An alarm remind Mammon to get out of bed a few hours later. He didn't sleep. Actually he's forgotten what he's been doing, though he vaguely remembers spending money on something.

He didn't want to get up. He had to get up. His pills were wearing off.

He went straight to the bathroom and grabbed the bag of pills. They looked different. They now had a light blue tint, but to Mammon they were the only things that would get him through the day, so they didn't look too different to him.

He popped two in his mouth and began to get ready for school, waiting for the pills to kick in.

He stared into the mirror.

He looks great! Or at least he thought he looked great. Maybe the lack of sleep made him appear sick to others, but he couldn't tell.

"Everyone finds you repulsive."

Strangely Mammon has begun to get used to the voice, although he does still wish that it was just a thought or, at the very least, said something nice.

Before Mammon put the pills back into it's place he had a realization. The bathroom wasn't the best place for his pills. He looked around the room for a bit before deciding that under the couch was the best option.

"I'll find a better place later." He thought, slipping the bag under the cushions.

He decided to only take a shower, and hoped that he could get home soon.

----

In the middle of a shower the pills finally kicked in. He hated the feeling he got. He was happy but these pills didn't give him the same burst of energy he was used to. They made him exhausted to the point where he could barely open his eyes.

The next thing he knew he was laying in his shower as someone was banging on his bedroom door.

As he got up and saw as blood trickled from his face. He touched his nose. It didn't hurt but he knew he did something to it as he saw the blood on his fingers.

He still heard the banging as he turned off the shower and started drying off.

"Come on Mammon you're gonna be late."

"How is that possible?" He thought. "I had at least an hour. They shouldn't have even had breakfast yet."

Mammon put on his clothes and went to the door, quickly putting his hand over his nose

"Everyone already left but Lucifer wanted to make sure you were up." Beelzebub said then took a good look at Mammon.

"Mammon are you sure you're feeling better? You still look really sick."

He was so tired.

"I'm fine."

Mammon's nose bled hard, so hard that wiping it only seemed to make it worse and draw attention to it.

"What happened?" Beelzebub said, panicked.

"I slipped in the shower but I'll be fine."

Mammon watched as Beelzebub quickly grabbed something from out of his pocket before handing it to him.

It was a small bandage.

Mammon knew enough to know that bandage was going to do nothing for him, he would be quiet literally putting a bandage on a broken bone.

He looked up at Beelzebub. Getting ready to tell him just that. Then he saw the small smile plastered on his face, almost like he knew it was useless in this situation, but he still wanted to help.

Mammon put the useless bandage on his nose and grabbed a handkerchief for the blood.

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Mammon dragged himself into school and watched as everyone began leaving for their classes. Scanning the walls he could tell that more flyers had appeared. He didn't even need to read them to know what they're about.

"I just have to get through this." He thought. But he was so tired that he considers finding a secluded place to sleep.

Mammon entered the student council room. Nothing has changed over the few weeks he's been gone, but something felt different. He hadn't noticed how truly empty the room was. He never cared too much before then but the lack of people only elevated his worry.

He looked up at Diavolo. He seemed to be in deep thought, scribbling something on a piece of paper. Mammon wanted to get this meeting out of the way. He was exhausted.

"Ya' want somethin'?"

Diavolo looked at him.

"Oh Mammon! Ar- What happened to your nose?"

"I fell."

"Are you feeling better?"

Mammon nodded.

Diavolo gave Mammon a small smile then calmly walked over to him.

"How are you Mammon?"

"I'm fine, just really tired."

He stopped smiling.

"Mammon about the other day. Did you only said those things because you were tired."

"What did I say?"

"Well" Diavolo began.

----

"It's just. I um-" Mammon then stopped suddenly almost as if something caught you off guard.

"Why can't you just stop" Mammon said, his voice cracking a little as he tried to stop himself from crying.

"I want to hurt myself so badly and it's all your fault." Mammon's eyes rapidly looked around the school desperately trying to find who he was talking to.

But it there was no one except Diavolo and the few students still lingering in the hallway

"I'm going to kill you."

"Why would you want to do that?"

Mammon only glanced at Diavolo before going back to looking around.

"I don't know."

"Try to calm down, okay?"

Diavolo took a step, reaching his arm out in an attempt to consol him.

"STOP" Mammon yelled backing away.

"Do you want me to back up?"

"Not you."

"Then who?"

Mammon went back to looking around and stayed that way until he eventually snapped out of it.

----

Mammon was horrified, embarrassed, he couldn't believe that he was stupid enough to say that out loud and to Diavolo off all people.

At least it wasn't Lucifer.

"I'm so sorry I don't know why I said that."

"But you meant it didn't you?"

He couldn't lie. He hated that he couldn't just lie his way out.

He just looked down at Diavolo's shoes.

"Look Mammon I can't force you to talk about anything but you can always talk to me."

He said the only thing he thought was true.

"I don't know why I said that. I don't know what's wrong with me. To be honest something hasn't been right for awhile now."

He felt great finally getting that out.

"I've noticed. Even if you haven't shown up often. You look worse everytime I see you."

Mammon looked up at Diavolo, and then remembered.

"Is there anything you can do about this?" Mammon said, gesturing to his hand and nose.

"How'd you break your hand?"

"I fell."

Mammon could tell that he didn't believe it, but Mammon continued.

"It's been like this for a few days now."

"And it hasn't healed?"

Mammon held out his bandaged hand. Lucky for him, he didn't need to remove the bandage to see that it was broken.

Diavolo seemed to be deep in thought as a concerned look was plastered on his face.

"Yeah follow me."

Diavolo turned around but Mammon didn't feel like following. He was far too tired so he closed his eyes hoping that he'll give himself a few seconds to relax.

There was a thud as though something had hit the floor.

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Mammon woke up confused. He looked around at could make out three people from the corner of his eye. He waited for the ringing in his ears to dissipate.

"Did he pass out before he fell or after?"

"I have no clue. I was turned around, but he said he fell and broke his nose and hand earlier."

"Is he on any drugs?"

"No"

"Has he been drinking?"

"His speech was a little slurred but I thought it was because of his nose. He doesn't seem drunk."

"He was really upset earlier so I don't know if that stressed him out or not. He was also sick."

"Do you know what upset him?"

"He's just been really depressed lately."

Mammon started to laugh. He knew that they were looking at him, so he sat up his vision going black for a split second.

"Why are y'all so worried I was just trying to sleep."

"Mammon no one save for Belphegor falls asleep standing."

"Well I'm tired."

"Mammon, he's a doctor and he's going to help you." Diavolo said.

The man that had been talking to them went up to Mammon.

"I need to check your nose."

"No it's fine."

"Mammon let him help you." Diavolo said

"I don't want help anymore." He snapped.

"Do you know if he normally acts like this?"

"No, he's usually more annoying." Lucifer said.

"STOP IT." Mammon yelled, pushing the doctor off of him. It took him a second for him to realize what he's done.

"I'm sorry I-I didn't mean to."

"It's okay, will you let me help you now?"

"No."

The man sighed, turning to look at Diavolo and Lucifer.

"Is there any way he could relax enough to let me check him?"

"No. Let me go home." Mammon answered.

"Mammon you're not leaving until you do what he says."

----

"Okay so this hand has been bothering you?" The man says, pointing at Mammon's broken hand.

"Yeah."

"Okay" the man starts to remove Mammon's bandages

"Do you have to remove the bandages?" Mammon said, trying his hardest not to panic

"Well yes your wounds need to be healed too."

"Wounds?"

"Yeah you're brother said the you had cut your hand on some glass when you fell."

Mammon quickly pulled his hand back.

"I just want you to work on my hand and nothing else. You're not taking off the bandages."

"But Mammon I have to."

"I don't want you too."

Mammon was lucky in that the man could since his panic. He turned to look at Diavolo and Lucifer.

"Do you guys ming leaving the room for a bit?"

Although confused, they did agree and left the room.

the doctor looked at Mammon

"Mammon just remember that no matter what I'm not required to tell anyone you're business."

Mammon sighed pulling his arm back out

The man took off the bandages. Showing the scars covering his arm and hand.

After a few minutes of some sort of magic, he wrapped Mammon's arm and hand in new bandages and put casts on his hand and nose.

"You're injuries should heal by tomorrow, though it may scar."

"It's fine thanks."

----

After finally convincing him that he fell because he was tired, Mammon follow the doctor out of the room. Whatever magic the doctor used was helping, he was glad that they were able to force him to get them.

What he wasn't glad about was that Diavolo and Lucifer seem to be discussing him.

"So he can't come back for a bit until he's does this.," Diavolo said, pointing to the paper in his hand. Lucifer seemed to have a copy of the papers.

Rage boiled inside of him. He couldn't believe that Diavolo would tell Lucifer.

Never. He would never tell anyone again. It wasn't worth the help.

"So you have to se-"

Before Diavolo could continue Mammon snatched the paper from his hands and ripped it into pieces.

"Fuck you."

"What's wrong?" Diavolo asked.

"Why would you say that?"

"Because I want you to get help."

"You don't give a fuck about how I feel you piece of shit."

Mammon stormed off not listening to the calls for him to return.

----

Mammon was sent home which he had no issue with. To his dismay Lucifer followed him home.

But the outburst from earlier seemed to be the last thing on Lucifer's mind.

"Mammon how has your debt doubled in such a short amount of time?"

Mammon has been spending a lot more lately, he assumes at casinos but he honestly can't remember.

"Because I wanted it to."

Lucifer started to talk but Mammon simply laid on the couch and went to sleep. He was too tired to force himself through another scolding, he didn't even have the energy to go to his room.

----

Mammon awoke to a bit later, groggy, he pulled the blanket off him then paused.

"When did I grab a blanket?" he thought.

Mammon then remembered the events from earlier. He doesn't know what happened after he left. What if the doctor told them?

"What if he looked through my room?"

Panicked, Mammon ran to his room heading straight to the bathroom. He couldn't find his pills. He tossed things around, desperately looking for them.

"No no no he couldn't have taken them."

Then it finally clicked.

The couch.

Throwing the cushions off he found the pills where he had left him.

Mammon fell to the floor in relief.

"He didn't look." Mammon said with a smile

He was so relieved that he didn't bother to see that the kitchen knife was now gone.

----

It's took Mammon a few hours to want to leave his room again. By then it was almost time for dinner.

While Mammon was trying to make his way back to the living room, he heard his brothers talking.

Mammon wanted to hear what they were saying. So he leaned against the wall, out of sight.

"Mammon won't be coming back to school for a while." Lucifer said.

Fuck. Well Mammon wasn't surprised that Lucifer would bring that up.

"Did he get suspended?" Satan asked.

"He's on a leave of absence."

"So he got suspended?"

"No. Lord Diavolo just needs him to do something before he gets back."

"Like stay home? Like a suspension." Satan said. Obviously trying to irritate Lucifer.

"No he needs him to see a therapist."

"Oh is it because he started screaming at Diavolo today." Leviathan said.

"What?" Belphegor said. Trying his hardest to hold in laughter.

"Yeah he was like 'you don't give a fuck about how I feel.'" Leviathan said, mocking

He heard as some of his brothers busted out laughing.

"It's our responsibility to take care of his student council work while he's gone." Lucifer paused "But we really won't be doing much."

His brothers then changed the subject to something about a party Diavolo's hosting that Mammon could vaguely remember. But it didn't matter.

Mammon banged his head against the wall. The soft thuds it made was the only thing keeping him grounded enough to not jump off the roof.

He had lost his appetite and went back to his room. Just then he received a message.

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I'm alive! Just lost all of my writing, and it was a bit annoying having to rewrite all of the newer chapters + all of the other stories I'm planning. Also life hasn't been the best for me.

#shall we date barbatos #swd beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #belphegor #asmodeus #beelzebub #diavolo #mammon #mammon angst #obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #obey me satan #om! leviathan #swd leviathan #swd diavolo #shall we date mammon #obey me! shall we date? #swd mammon #satan #om! asmodeus #obey me asmodeus #omswd

[xxsycamore]

𝐈𝐤𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬… 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐬!

↬ May 10th is Maid Day!! The residents get the perfect idea of letting Sebastian rest for a day while they take care of the chores in his stead... while dressed up as maids. Of course, they need a little guidance about what needs to be done, so naturally, they address Sebastian as their Goshujin-sama and ask for orders!

Napoleon as a maid: The Badass Maid

Initially is assigned to take care of the cooking, and is very skilled at doing so. This maid doubles as a bodyguard! When Master Sebastian is surprisingly attacked by a group of thugs, Napoleon steps in with his rapier in hand - fighting in a maid dress is child's play for him! The long frilled skirts swoosh in the air and the headband is still perfectly secured on his head by the time he's got his high-heel-boot-clad foot on a defeated thug's chest!

Mozart as a maid: The Harsh Maid

This maid will make a disgusted face at you if you're clumsy and spill your tea everywhere, making a mess. Mozart self-appoints himself for everything that involves cleaning, not trusting another maid with this task, as he's quite the pedant when it comes to hygiene. Will scold Sebastian if he abuses his day of leisure by eating in bed. If he's being too cruel, he'll offer to play the piano for his Goshujin-sama as an apology.

Leonardo as a maid: The Lazy Maid

This maid does nothing but sleep! He even gets in the way of the Harsh Maid with his large body blocking the corridor and making it hard to sweep the floor. He doesn't care about manspreading even when wearing a maid dress! But you can't be mad at him, with so many inexperienced maids running around, there has to be someone at the ready for fixing broken gadgets and appliances - he is allowed to nap off the time he's not needed.

Isaac as a maid: The Genius Maid

Managing the budget, listing pending renovations and maintenance work, doing Comte's letter correspondence outside of acquaintances, organizing the upcoming ball... who thought Sebastian did all of this too, on top of his other chores?! Isaac tries his best taking care of these things, which bonds him to a desk for the most of the day - and it's perfect for him, because it means he won't show up in front of the others in this absurd short maid dress!

Vincent as a maid: The Angelic Maid

Vincent's only chore could be radiating happiness, because a room with him in it is a room where smiles and flowers are blooming. This maid has to be kept off the kitchen, and the others ended up telling him to make up the beds instead. Since he got done early with that, Sebastian "ordered him" to paint whatever he wants while he's resting contently in the shade not far from where Vincent happily paints in the garden. His maid dress ends up all covered in colorful stains...

Theodorus as a maid: The Bossy Maid

Wearing a maid dress doesn't stop this maid to be scary when angered! Theo's crossed arms are even more noticeably muscular with the short, frilly sleeves. His job is overseeing the other maids and making sure they're not slacking off. He's a bit of a perfectionist, so much to Sebastian's dismay, he ends up rearranging a whole section of the kitchen or another corner of the mansion to what he believes is more convenient for doing quick and efficient work.

Let me know if you want part two! 🤍🖤

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[y0imiy9]

my modern!mizu take is that she would be a baker. she'd still be around sharp things and have plenty of dough to work with to get her hands moving. she'd make very intricate designs on sourdough and use multiple razors to achieve each design to make sure every cut is clean.

(forgive my basic ass writing this is purely for my self indulgent hyper specific job au ideas that cannot be contained. also compulsory english is my second language note 👍 any improvement/criticism on my terrible writing is greatly appreciated 💪)

she'd have a small at home bakery and ringo would be the one doing deliveries!! taigen lives next door and would complain that "all the heat is being drained from my house to power your stupid ovens" but would have his windows wide open every morning to smell the fresh bread. mizu knows taigen doesn't like her much, so whenever there's an extra loaf of bread that doesn't sell, she'd leave out the loaf hanging on his doorknob and knock twice before scurrying back to her door. taigen secretly likes mizu's sourdough bread and often waits for the familiar sound of firm knocks on his door.

akemi is her number 1 client bc her family owns a restaurant that serves dinner rolls with meals. mizu doesn't even specialise in dinner rolls. she makes them just for akemi.

akemi's family come from a long line of restaurant owners that built their way up to a humble semi-casual fine dining establishment. akemi doesn't really like working at the restaurant. the hours are too long, the customers are too snobby, the uniform is too tight, and so on. but she stays bc she knows how important it is to her dad to be in the family business. her compromise? never directly serve customers. ever. so that's how she ended up manning the hostess stand and doing the occasional salt and pepper refills.

one day, mizu decides to personally deliver the rolls instead of ringo. she hasn't actually been to the restaurant after many months of working with akemi's family, so she was curious as to why this restaurant doesn't house make their own. mizu sees akemi working at the hostess stand, not sure if coming in from the front door was the right idea. she should've asked ringo where the back entrance was but forgot bc she was running a little late. akemi was lowkey pissed the delivery was late, but quickly softened her expression once she realises it wasn't ringo.

akemi shows mizu where the back entrance is for the next time she decides to deliver the bread. mizu takes in the decor of the restaurant, surprised to see how sophisticated it is considering dinner rolls aren't exactly the fanciest type of bread. she was expecting more of a family diner style kind of gig, not a live jazz band in the corner kind of establishment.

mizu comments on the fanciness of the place and asks akemi if there needs to be any improvement on the shape or flavour of the rolls to better reflect the quality of the restaurant. akemi chuckles at mizu and waves her off, telling her that her dinner rolls are the reason customers come back, so there's nothing she has to change or improve— they're already perfect.

mizu, somewhat relieved, still feels like something is missing and asks akemi to schedule a meeting with her dad about possibly offering more flavour combinations of dinner rolls. akemi just rolls her eyes and smiles at mizu. she quickly scribbles on her notepad and hands a note over to mizu to come by Friday night before closing since that's when her dad will be working. mizu gives akemi a firm thank you and heads back to her home, ready to start another batch of sourdough. 🥖

#shout out to pastry chef bestie for this idea #hyper specific modern!mizu baker au #mizu #blue eye samurai #mizu blue eye samurai #bes #mizu headcanons #mizu baker au

[fatuismooches]

I DON'T REMEMBER IF I REPLIED OR NOT BUT HERES A REPLY ANW OMG U BREAK MY HEART SO WELL AAASHHA sorry if I've already said smth so this makes it a double reply ANW dottore angst gets me so hard but I don't hate myself that much so an accompanyinh fluff I'd like to add is like imagine reader is reallyyyy good at chess cus they're established as smart by being in the akademiya and now since you can't rlly do anth all day you challenge the clones to chess often so anw one day dot is just coming as you win a game against one of the clones for the third time in a row and you challenge him to a game and he's so convinced he'll win he deliberates going easy on you and- wait what the fuck why are you so good

also you are quickly becoming my fav creator to interact wit :( 💗

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I HAD THE BIGGEST SMILE READING THIS IT'S SO CUTE- I NEED TO WRITE A LIL SOMETHING YOU'RE SO BIG BRAINED...!

Since your illness prevented you from training your body more than you like, you made your best effort to train your mind instead. You deemed your mind as very important, as the loneliness of it all often weighed down on you more than you liked. So you made sure to keep yourself occupied as much as you could, to try and prevent any negative thoughts from creeping up. And well, you found it to be quite rewarding. There was one time when the clones were struggling with an experiment for quite a while and were reluctant to inform Prime. So you asked them to let you take a look at the notes and everything along those lines. Admittedly, it reminded you of when you researched with your lover back at the Akademiya, so you accidentally got too into it, scribbling all of your thoughts and a possible answer to the problems. The clones were rather shocked when you turned out to be right.

But your favorite activity by far was chess. The brain teaser was highly favored by those at the Akademiya, and for good reason too. It was a great way to challenge yourself and get your mind working, and the best part? You could sit down comfortably and only move your hand, and enjoy the rather handsome view of a segment's face laced with confusion.

The clones were almost always happy to indulge your wishes, sometimes even fighting over who got to fulfill them. So after you absentmindedly mentioned wanting to play chess, the next day the game was set up in the lab, ready for use. Needless to say, you were quite elated. You had itched for the chance to play again. And of course, your only opponents were the multitude of your lovely segments.

The segments do love you. It is only natural that their creator’s love for you extends to them as well. So they gladly play along with your little game of chess, but they won’t do it too seriously; after all they wouldn’t want to hurt- wait, how did you already beat him?! For all of their wisdom and knowledge, they are baffled when they are taken out that quickly.

It eventually gets to the point where you have a little group of clones watching you battle another. It’s quite endearing to see them hover over you like that, trying to guess what move you’ll play next. But the true fun comes when Zandik appears. There are times where sometimes you do not see him for a few days, but that’s alright. The time spent afterwards always feels the best, and this is one such time. He is unaware of the little show you’ve been putting on, so you gleefully invite him to play you in a game of chess.

He accepts of course. Admittedly, it had been a while since he played, having only laid eyes on the chessboard in which the Gnoses were pieces. And of course, he has the same mentality as his clones - he’ll go easy on his darling, you’re his after all. He knows his genius is incomparable so- wait… you beat him? Since when did you become so good? You must tell him all the details now, he wants to know your thought process and the strategy’s name and how the other matches went and-

You shut him up with a kiss and invite him for some more chess games in your shared bedroom.

#smooches talks #🌕 anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #also i cant play chess at all.. so forgive me if i didnt get the terms right LMAO #i want to learn chess so bad. but i just suck ass #BUT I LOVE THIS IDEA AND U TOO NONNIE UR SO CUTE AND FUN TO TALK TO

[kissagii]

revolve around you

inumaki x reader for @https-true-egoist's "love me not" collab

cw: fluff, classmates to lovers, gn reader, 0.7k words

The worst part of attending Jujutsu Tech High School was easily the general academics. It was a specialized school, and with the students spending so much time running from place to place fighting curses, there was really no time for the studies of a typical high schooler.

That's where you came in: academically inclined (at least, more so than your peers) and willing to lend a helping hand where your underqualified teachers failed.

Today's task, teaching Inumaki the lovely mess that is solids of revolution. In your mind, they're not that bad... until they are.

You use your pencil to trace over the haphazard graph you drew on the paper - "So, basically, it's just a bunch of circles. We know how to do circles. All we need is the radius, and we get that by looking at our y-values and their distance from the line we're rotating it around."

Inumaki nods, scribbling down a few things on his paper, then showing you the work. His handwriting is impeccable, and he seems to understand thus far. Outer radius: sinx+1 ; Inner radius: cosx + 1

"Yeah, that's right, so then we make our area formulas."

Inumaki writes down the formulas. You give him a nod in approval, then continue.

"And once we've got that, all we have to do is integrate and plug it into a calculator. I'll let you do that?" Inumaki gives you a nod, beginning to push the buttons on his calculator. You, having noted down the answer on your own homework, take the moment to admire him.

He's beautifully focused on the task at hand, lovely lavender eyes flitting between his handwritten work and the computing machine in his hand. Though he was never the best in mathematics, he was determined, and that made him easily your favorite to work with. Hell, he was probably your favorite of all the second years, a beautiful balance of playful and sincere. And oh so beautiful.

"Tuna?" He asks, prodding your hand. On his paper is a large boxed answer, 29.608. Not the answer you had written down.

You do a double take at the work on your own page - your final answer reading 17.771. Despite the conflicting answers, the work on his paper reads exactly the same as yours. Strange. "Uh... that's not what I got... but your integral looks good so maybe one of us plugged something in wrong? Let me try again."

When you pick up your calculator, you don't plug in numbers. Instead of the integral function, you click alpha-lock.

"Here, I think this is how it's supposed to be."

When you show him your calculator, written on the screen in place of an equation is a simple phrase.

Will you go out with me

The silver-haired boy in front of you immediately perks up. Any tiredness that came along with math was banished from his body, eyes sparkling as he picked up his own calculator with a grin.

Salmon!

Though he stays silent, you can practically hear his exclamation, the factorial symbol giving it adorable energy. You know he can type out words just fine, but the usage of his onigiri language makes you crack a grin. It's just so very him. And the fact that he returns your feelings has your heart reeling.

He beams at you, making a little heart with his hands, and you beam right back.

"You're so cute, you know that?" You ask with a little laugh, cheeks warming because he's just so lovable.

He makes a face of pondering, before nodding. "Salmon!"

For just a moment you forget your math homework, the test coming up, and the early February chill in the room. Because you've got yourself a personal little sun, a sparkling boy that speaks in foods and would defend you to the death.

"C'mon, I think we've done enough math for one day. Let's go get something warm to drink," You suggest, more than ready to put the subject behind you. There's something far better you could be doing with your time anyways - a date with Toge. A proper date.

"TUNA!" He cries triumphantly, before neatening up his papers and stuffing them into his bag.

It's unreal to you that you're about to go out with Inumaki. Spending time with all your classmates is one thing, but together? Just the two of you? And romantically? You dreamed about it, sure, but never thought it'd happen.

And little do you know, Toge's thinking the same thing - how could he have been so lucky as to land a treasure like you?

if this does well before the 14th i'll write a part two with the date itself :3

#imagine ⋆｡°✩ #inumaki x reader #toge inumaki x reader #inumaki #toge inumaki #inumaki toge #inumaki fluff #inumaki x gn reader #inumaki x gn!reader #jjk x reader #jjk x gender neutral reader #jjk fluff #jjk inumaki

[pomplalamoose]

Can we please have some luke fluff hc’s?🙏 from any era idc i just love your writing💗

Thank you so much, anon!!! <33

I'm so on board for more lighthearted Luke content to warm our hearts, it's what he deserves🤝🏻

Also I veered into kinda new territory for me; while many of these take place in the Star Wars universe as normal, I included some modern day AU ones too

• the Jedi are taught to take extra care of their clothing and appearance because whenever they're out and about they take on a mostly representative role, whether they want to or not

• this also includes learning how to correctly mend and take care of their belongings

• I don't think that this was at the very front of Luke's education though, Obi-Wan and Yoda really had more pressing conditions to work with

• however, as everyone can clearly see, nobody had to specifically tell Luke about this

• (just look at the man)

• not only did he grow up with maybe one (1) relatively good fitting outfit, I'm also sure that because of this he was taught how to fix holes and re do seams as well as sewing his buttons back on himself

• I'm even convinced he's able to make a simple pair of pants and a shirt from scratch should it be really necessary

• something about the picture of you and Luke sitting together on a warm summer evening or during a winter night and you watching him silently working away is just the peak of domesticity

• he enjoys fixing clothes, especially if by doing so he can do a favor to those he loves

• I think in a way it calms him too

• he'd definitely help out his Padawans with it as well

• I firmly believe he owns a small sewing kit, complete with a thimble

• (maybe two: one he's actually using and a second hand made one out of porcelain because he thinks it's really pretty)

• maybe, in addition and if he has the time, he'd try out similar activities like crocheting, knitting, stitching, etc.

• I don't think he'd be very good at it but everything he crafts is made with love and there is no one around who doesn't appreciate his efforts

• imagine him knitting little socks and hats and scarves for all of his students

• for some reason he really struggles with online tutorials though

• they're always going too fast, he can't see what exactly it is they're showing, and often times they're just overcomplicating really simple steps

• he finds this to be very frustrating

• he probably uses a very (very!) old fashioned book to learn instead

• its margins are full of scribbles of its previous owners and Luke adds his own

• he draws smiley faces next to the patterns he likes most

• Luke is a DIY king

• something that really comes in handy as a Jedi master

• at the very beginning, just at the start of his own academy, he definitely did most of the occurring tasks himself, also including preparing the meals for everyone

• he's a decent cook but I think he'd get really into baking

• baking bread is one of his favorite free time activities

• my sister insists upon the fact that he'd make the absolute best focaccia

• (or its Star Wars equivalent at least)

• he really likes trying out new recipes, especially those he never heard about before

• with varying degrees of success, as some of them are not meant to be made by humans

• but worry not, nothing is getting wasted

• Luke's collection of little fish friends is always happy to eat the remaining crumbs

• (for those that don't know what I'm talking about, check out my other random Luke headcanons if you'd like)

• he has special outfits for his training sessions, including many different shoes

• depending on what or where it is he's practicing, he chooses them carefully

• inside he's wearing soft slippers and soft slippers only, boots are a no go

• it's very much established that Luke is wonderfully emphathetic and always ready to stand by your side, may it be during your period or when you're struggling mentally

• he's still wonderfully emphathetic and caring when you're sick but like, only from very far away

• he'll refuse to come near you if you so much as mention you're not feeling well

• if you have to sneeze or cough even a little bit he's immediately asking whether you've fallen ill or are about to

• just say you feel like you're getting a cold and he's on retreat immediately

• he can't get sick as well!

• he's working with children!!!

• at least one of them is always sick anyways, he can't be contagious under any circumstances!

• he'd feel so bad if he were to be responsible for even more of them suffering

• he feels horrible for not being there for you too though

• so he still does his best

• he prepares warm meals and tea every day and let's R2 deliver them

• he always checks in on you when you're asleep

• he changes your bed sheets while you take a shower or a bath

• he'd totally make a doctor's appointment for you if you're too scared to make the phone call yourself

• he makes sure you're taking your medications

• he pats your back and strokes your hair using the Force

• Luke would absolutely hate quarantine

• at first he'd still be pretty optimistic, thinking it won't be that bad, maybe even fun?

• he'll just meditate a lot, right?

• after all he has mastered his temper now, his patience renowned among his friends and students

• this mindset works at the beginning and for a while he's happy to sleep in for as long as he wants to

• however he forgets about the concept of time quickly enough and soon has no idea what day it is

• when was the last time he had breakfast?

• since he's a very outdoorsy person, always on the move, always doing something, it wouldn't take long until he's getting kinda antsy too

• and while he does enjoy the calm and quiet, he's mostly used to being the center of bustling activities

• soon he takes desperate measures to pass the time, even trying out things he before swore to not be interested in in the slightest

• I see him taking lots and lots of Buzzfeed quizzes

• he texts you about every single result

• one of his first ones was about what kind of animal he'd be and he absolutely hated the outcome

• he eventually ended up making his own quiz because of it

• he likes watching you play video games more than playing them himself

• it's very relaxing to him, especially after a long day at work

• plus he gets to hold you extra close under the pretense of being very interested to see what's going on on screen

• he dozes off pretty quickly though

• while he's happy to let you play whatever you want, I think he has his favorites as well

• Animal Crossing being at the very front

• he loves when you show him your town or island, how you decorated your house and which villagers you're best friends with

• he too would have the newest game, simply because you were missing a few items and he was determined to get them for you

• it would totally escalate during quarantine though, and suddenly he'd have a fully decorated five star island

• (Luke Skywalker plays Animal Crossing with a passion and I'm ready to fight anyone about it)

• for some reason he gets really competitive during Mario Kart and Just Dance

• he unapologetically wins at every single Wii Sports mini game and no matter what you do and how much you practice, he's always better and not in the least bit sorry about it

• he is a Macher™ (please let there be some German fans who know what I'm talking about)

#ask #luke skywalker #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x you #luke skywalker fanfiction #star wars #luke star wars #star wars fanfiction #fanfic #star wars a new hope #star wars empire strikes back #star wars return of the jedi #star wars headcanons #luke headcanons #fluff #lots of fluff

[caecorumrex]

Batfam Angst HCs

tw for child death I guess! (this is very dick centric I hate him)

each time one of the batboys dies, they write letters to the deceased. Dick specifically keeps boxes of each of the letters he's written to the boys. Jason's and Damian's are the fullest.

a good number of Damian and Jason's letters are a repeated mantra of "I'm sorry", trailing off into weak scribbles and tear stains.

he also has a box of letters dedicated to Bruce, most of which are violently scribbled vents. "If you had been here", "if you were a better father", etc. many of those papers are ripped from the aggression with which Dick wrote them.

Dick visits the family graves often. hes fallen asleep next to them more times than what would ever be considered healthy. he will either wake up alone or be woken up by Alfred or Bruce, who had gone looking for him after realizing he hadn't come back to the manor. Jason found him once, and they haven't spoken about it since.

Dick often shows up to Jason's safe houses unannounced. sometimes Jason will already have food ready, because something about the way Nightwing hovered over Red Hood during their shared patrol that evening seemed off. they'll spend the evening together, making smalltalk. sometimes they're silent the entire time. they both know why Dick is there, so they don't need to talk about it.

sometimes Damian comes home after his own patrols to find Dick asleep outside his door or next to his bed, comforter clenched in one hand and sketchbook in the other. Dick's face will be wet with tears and snot, nose and eyes rubbed raw from how he'd been crying. normally this only happens on nights where Dick is overcome with flashbacks of losing Damian.

Damian's sketchbook and school uniform were ruined with tears after he came back.

#dc comics #dc universe #dc headcanon #batfam #batman #dick grayson #nightwing #damian wayne #robin #jason todd #red hood #dc angst #angst #angst headcanons #i hate dick grayson #i want to kiss him on the mouth

[writebackatya]

For the character interactions what about boyd and webby?

Aw, I would I have loved to see these two sweethearts interacting with one another. They’re both adorable and deadly, what a pair they would have made!

BOYD and Webbby in...

Interview with a Definitely Real Boy!

with a small Dewey cameo at the end

It did not take BOYD long at all to find Webby’s room thanks to the instructions his friend Huey had given him. Once the boy had arrived at the door he gave a soft knock.

Before he could even react, the door swung open and was greeted by an eager face.

"Great! You're here! Come on in!"

BOYD went ahead and took Webby's invitation as he stepped inside her room and was quick to notice the family tree the young duck had on her wall.

"Oh where are my manners?" Webby asked herself before holding out her hand, "Hi! I'm Webby!"

"I'm BOYD," BOYD greeted back as he shook her hand, "which stands for Be Only Yourself Dude."

"Really!? I never knew that!" Webby quickly grabbed out her notebook and started writing in it.

BOYD observed the young girl as she scribbled away in her notepad at a very efficient speed. "May I ask what you are writing about and if I may help?"

"Oh, Huey didn't tell you? I'm writing about you!" Webby answered as she motioned to the Family Tree. "Since you and Dr. Gearloose are a family again you are now officially part of Clan McDuck!"

BOYD's eyes went ahead and scanned every inch of the Family Tree on the wall. "I noticed that a lot of these members here are not connected by blood."

"Yeah! That's what's so great about our family! Besides ducks we've got chickens, sabrewings, statue monsters, and robots! We're not really your typical family."

"Cool!" BOYD enthusiastically exclaimed.

"It is cool!" Webby agreed. "Now, if I can get photograph of you sometime in the near future that would be great, then I can add you to my wall."

BOYD went ahead and printed out a photo of himself that Huey took and handed it to Webby.

"Perfect! Now I can just get right to the interview!"

"Perhaps it would be more efficient if I email you all the details of my life."

"Nah, I would prefer to just talk to you!" Webby retorted. "It helps me get know my family members a bit better."

"Okay!" BOYD replied.

"Now, first question. Now that you're back with Gyro, what is going to happen between you and the Drakes?"

"Hmm...Well, things will surely be different. But they're still my family, so perhaps Dr. Gearloose and the Drakes might think of some sort of arrangement so I can spend equal time with my all family."

"Wow," Webby exclaimed as she kept writing in her notebook, "I hope you guys can make this work."

Just then the door swung open thanks to Dewey. "I heard there was a robot in our house!"

"Hi, I'm BOYD." BOYD waved.

"Besides the Drake's adoptive son, he's also the son of Gyro." Webby explained to Dewey.

"WE HAVE A ROBOT IN OUR FAMILY NOW!?!" Dewey realized. "This family keeps getting better and better!"

"You wanna interview him, Dewey?" Webby asked as she readied her pen.

"Yes!" Dewey ran to BOYD. "What kind of robot powers do you have!? Can you fly?! Can you shoot lasers from your eyes?! Can you correctly guess the title of a song by listening to only a few seconds of it?!"

As the day went on, BOYD was able to get know even more members of his ever growing family. And even though they were not connected by blood, they were all definitely really his family to him.

#two characters prompt #ducktales fanfiction #ducktales 2017 #webby vanderquack #ducktales boyd #boyd #boyd gearloose #dewey duck #writebackatya #thestrangecarrotcake

[kanene-yaaay]

Okay so! I feel like sharing one of tickle dreams because GOSH I really want to remember that one ♡

Okay, so, everything starts just like it is in every dream ever, with me inside a Situation and my current situation is that I am walking around my workplace just hanging around and doing absolutely nothing and visiting places.

Doing that I eventually arrived in the meeting room that was like the MOST GIGANTIC room I've ever seen and that is filled, from everywhere with laughter.

Because there was a tickle competition going on.

It isn't even a tickle fight, it's literally a competition that started with too beans comparing who was the most ticklish and then everything escalated so friends and accquitances began ganging up on beans to playfully attack them and see who would be the most sensitive.

At the point that I arrived everything was already much more organized and there was like this LONG line of people just sitting and waiting for their time to be tickled and participate

The thing went a little bit like this: The first one in the line got attacked by the two other persons sitting behind them, and after a few minutes the first one would walk away and the second became the first and everything repeated itself.

While me, right now, writing this, is just about to scream with that cute mental image, Dream Me was like "Oh yeah yeah ofc A Tickle Competition Ofc That sounds fun :D" and just got into the end of the line and waited for my turn as well

😎😎

So yeah, the room is full of laughter, giggles, "Wait wait, I can't belive, you're ticklish HERE?" And I am waiting and everything and suddenly those two accquitances of mine appear and they are so :D surprised because "Noooo wayyyy, is that Kanene? Doing something that is not job-related and loosing up for a bit?" Because I was much more closed during work so I just laugh with a "yeah yeah well we gotta live too right"

And I NEED. I. NEED. you to understand that while all the three of us are just sitting there, chating, making small talk, the dear bean laying right by my side is DYING. They're laughing and giggling and squirming and being DESTROYED by their friends and we're just there like "This week has been quite slow, don't you think?"

Rip rip they will be missed

Anyway :D My Turn :DDD I take of my jacket because it's hot of course and not because I wanted less layers of protection pffffff ofc and when I turn around

I see no one to tickle me. Because I was the last of the line.

"Oh well, it was worth a shot"

Like BRUH I wasn't even SAD like the whole thing had been so crazy and fun that it was very nice to just be there to see all the happiness. So I just turned and began folding my jacket so I could keep visiting the rest of the place and then I listen to the commenter of the competition (??? Not sure if that is even a word but ya jnow that person that talks in the mic making commentaries about games and stuff) says that since I was the last one it would only be fair if the very first person that started everything came here and finished it.

And I actually pause because okay, that is a good point who the HECK started this craziness. And I am just 👀 looking around while pretending that I am just.... still.... folding my jacket because, again, SERIOUS BEAN but everyone is already walking away and no one appears so I just shrug and get ready to get up.

Oh the naivety....

Because then, out of NO ABSOLUTELY WHERE someone began tickling my neck and poking my back around EVERYWHERE and it was the fastest, lightest pokes and scribbles to ever exist, like, LIKE, IT WAS LITERALLY SO SOFT that I was not even full laughing, just giggling and like any other sane person under ATTACK falling on the floor and Dying.

(And yeah yeah everyone passing around got their comment of "Wait, is that how your giggles sound like?? Awwww, Kanene!" Which is something that sounds like it came right our of a tickle fanfic like Dream. Bruh. Come on.)

As I am THERE. DYING. For some reason the ???? Threathe part of the team began making a full singing performance in front of me like literally there was dancing and singing and everything (and, again, me DYING). And I am so ????? Confused??? Trying too survive the most unfair attack to ever exist and then it stops and the bean that was attacking me steps in front of me and I do realize why the treather was there.

He was their leader.

I don't think I will EVER be able to describe the true vibes of GREMLIN that this bean has but I am giving here a full description because I LOVED that design thank you so much brain for giving me it: he was with a pirate costume, his hair was green w black roots and widly curly (the one that clearly took a lot of gel to stay like that xD) with gigantic upwards curls and curls that went to absolutely everywhere. He was veeeery pale with rocked because that only made his purple-blackshi eyeshadow have a GREAT contrast w the skin and he smiled like an AGENT OF CHAOS

Before I could even complain because UNFAIR ATTACK or compliment him because waiting for your victim to lower their guards and then attacking them from behind is a very good tactic mah boi just started to make an entire monologur in character about how he is the BEST TICKLER to ever exist, which you can CLEARLY see by how quickly giggly you got and if you ever need to be tickled or to tickle someone again you should definitely call him to help and not his nemesis (and not a good tickler at all) Pacifica (yeah the one from Gravity Falls. I am-)

And yeah he maybe tickled me but I almost made HIM break his character by implying that I could totally take him in a tickle fight. Me and those noodle arms right here and he had to pretend to make a serious, considering face the whole time while saying that Of COURSE he would accept the DUEL

And then I woke up.

Jazz hands etc etc etc

#anyway def my second most fav dream ever #where did this character did even COME FROM #He is like a MIX from other 3 characters I know at LEAST #kanene being kanene #tickle dream #i refuse to describe more anything in this dream VWUVSGEVJE

[ssamou]

Sunlight filters through the curtains of Jeongguk's bedroom, on the bed you peacefully nap but the former is no where to be found. A set alarm rings next to you, Jungkook's sweet vocals of 'Euphoria' filling the bedroom and echoing off the walls. You, of course, hadn't been expecting it and awake with a confused start, turning off the alarm on your phone only to notice the envelope next to it that simply reads, "Come find me~" in the males signature teasing way. Upon opening the envelope you're met with a card, and once you flip it around the following words are scrawled in Jungkook's handwriting:

THE JOURNEY OF US — A TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE

"Ah, you've found the very first clue, my love. Lucky me that you're the curious type, right? "Why would Jungkook have an envelope here?" Is that what you're thinking? I'm glad I managed to pique your interest with the note~ But anyway, get ready, love. I'm about to bring you down a trip down memory lane in a fun way... which means leaving my apartment. But it will be worth it, trust me! To begin the adventure and find me, solve the riddle below which will lead you to your first location." ─── ⋆⋅ ♡ ⋅⋆ ─── In a tale of friendship, where our story began, After my birthday, a gift that's part of the plan. For this special adventure, we both have a part, A belated gift in a place close to my heart. We met as friends, but now it's evolved, Into a story of love, a mystery to be solved. Our future's a path, uncharted and wide, And with you by my side, I'll enjoy the ride. With clues and decisions, our story will unfold, A journey awaits where the memories are gold.

What's the answer?

♡ 메시지 𓂃 ⋆ #koobie's scavenger hunt??

answer: the park where i made you wait in the rain for a badly made cupcake.

it's not often she wakes up without her lover clung to her side, his tight embrace feeling warm despite the season—yet, this time around she seems to be greeted with the cold sheets and a persistent pout on her lips. honestly, she trails herself back to sleep on and off for who knows how long. she simply didn't want to think about him not being beside her given the.. recent announcements from their company.

but, as always, the boyfriend keeps his common trend of interrupting or surprising her in the oddest of ways.

her phone blares a familiar tune that forces her to jump up in the bed. it takes a moment for her to fully process what's happening until her gaze traces to her phone buzzing on the night stand in rhythm with the song. chaewon wasn't sure what to think, really only expecting him to remind her to eat in a cute way. the thought made her giggle, really, the idea he invaded her phone so that she'd still wake up to him one way or another. if it be pixels in a screen or his dumb sleepy face.

obviously that wasn't the case, when her hand reached to turn the alarm off and a suspicious envelop caught her attention. now it'd be wrong of her if she didn't peek into it given the handwriting scribbled onto the paper. clearly, this was meant to be for her, right? there's no harm in opening it. besides, she was positive even if it wasn't for her that he wouldn't mind her frequently nosey self peeking through his things.

it'd be hard to describe the smile that spreads across her face after that.

a gift? a date? a surprise? any of those options would be something exciting to her. like he said in the note, they're not the type to leave his apartment, and usually staying for dates within those walls— but this? she's more than intrigued with a happily beating heart in her chest. simply seeing his handwriting and cute teasings raised her spirits a little too easy. it's just something he's always been able to do for her.

this answer would probably be the easiest one out of all the riddles he could have possibly made. it brings back memories of meeting him in the park, showing up incredibly late, offering him a personally baked cupcake he hated, then some time bonding at an arcade.. as friends? yeah. back then she already knew her feelings for him and how much she adored his bunny-like smiles.

chaewon grew impatient with herself by finally pushing out of bed. she can feel her nerves tingling despite not usually being one for surprises; but she was sure this one took a lot of thought and she wanted to experience it the way he intended. what was she to wear? what should she expect? should she do her makeup? oh, she's going to be late to that park again over her common indecisiveness.

at least he's not expecting her to bake another cupcake.. right?

#﹙ 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗹𝘆! ask. ⠀ * #𓂃 🐰 파이리. #is2g if this is some extra ass way to say gbye im enlisting #i will sob.

[aohendo]

Hallo there and happy STS, my friend!

Today I'm asking a question about editing: Once you're done with a first draft, what's your editing process (timeline, software, other writer/reader feedback, etc.)?

Happy STS, @aschlindartroom!

I love editing. There. I've said it. I love editing. Getting the content down is nice, yeah, but making it work is something special.

Answer's long so it's below the cut. I'm happy to share pics or examples or explain anything in more depth, if anyone would like!

Throughout my first drafts I leave notes for myself in <<triangle brackets>> because they're easy to search. My first task after completing that first draft? Searching for the triangles and sorting out whatever I was complaining about/flagging for later. This normally takes a hot minute.

But yay, let's say I finally got through the triangles! Now it's onto the "to do" list in the project's Onenote. These are things which would have been in-text triangles, but I realized would need to be fairly major changes (as in, outside of that particular page or chapter). Accomplishing these to-dos takes even longer than dealing with the triangles, often requiring rewrites, restructuring, and continuity searches.

Finally I've completed those to-dos! This is where I take a pause to scribble out the plot and put it on some sort of structure. For Attenuate/Reverberate, it was an 8-step hero's journey. For Prince for Hire, it'll probably be Save the Cat. Usually my plots don't exactly hit the main beats, so that's something I flag to work on during draft two.

Okay, we've got out plot scribble out, our notes and to-dos fixed, and we're ready to go. Time to reread and make more triangle notes, and more to-dos. I'll re-read the entire draft in its entirety, pausing occasionally to throw in comments of things to fix, emotions I'm missing, areas to clarify, etc. IE, it's death by triangle note again. This is the moment where if a scene or section is just absolutely not working/accomplishing what I need, I'll open up a new word document and rewrite it. I'll keep the OG version open on one half of my screen (to save the good parts), but then I will make the scene accomplish what it needs. This serves to tighten the pacing and ensures I hit my plots and subplots, as well as my worldbuilding.

Draft two has been thoroughly noted-up and rewritten (as required). Time to go back through and fix those triangle notes. Again, this takes a hot minute, and may result in more rewriting.

Let's say I've finally finished with that. Now comes the fun part! I tend to be very wordy when I write, which jacks up my pacing. This next edit is the "destroy it with a chainsaw" edit. I change the font to something easily readable (like Open Dyslexic or Comic Sans), I set that spacing to 1.5 or 1.75, I pop by the local office supply store and buy a three ring binder, and... I print it. The entire thing. All 600ish pages.

From there it's a classic hack-and-slash edit. I like using pink pens because I think it's funny to use something not red, and green is far too serious. I look for redundancies. I look for sentences which are just too long and winding. I look for unnecessary descriptions (or descriptions which are simply stage directions). I look for overly verbose dialogue. I look for anything confusing. I slash through them.

This is mostly a subtractive edit. That said, it'll happen that I end up hand-writing entire pages to fill random gaps, or to clarify things, or whathaveyou.

Okay, we're finally done this "destroy it" edit. The next bit is fairly logical: I take those handwritten edits and I apply them to the digital manuscript. This is then what I term draft three.

In draft three, my primary focus is clarity. Does the plot work, does it make sense, and are the characters' actions logical? Are there any areas I still have mentally flagged as "not what it should be, and I will be able to fix it on my own"? Draft three is for ensuring I have the manuscript where I want it to be.

If I've got the manuscript to the point where I can't fix it any further without outside input, I set it aside for a week and use that time to search out a critique partner. We'll arrange a manuscript swap (usually via Google Docs), let each other know our harshness tolerances and things specifically we're looking for, and then we'll go for it. Treat their manuscript like your own. It needs care, and it needs love, and it probably needs some help, too. If it didn't, they'd be querying/readying for self-pub rather than working with a critique partner.

In my mind, critique partners are more like an editing buddy than a beta reader. Beta readers read from a reader perspective and share their reactions, while critique partners read from a writer perspective and share their techniques. I've learned so much from previous critique partners, it's absolutely astounding how talented they are.

After draft three's been thoroughly torn apart, and if I agree with what my critique partner suggests, I'll go in and try again. Fix it. This becomes draft four. Usually, there's so many significant changes after editing the digital version of draft four it's worth printing again for another subtractive edit. This print and destroy edit is the same as the original one, and once it's all tapped up again, it becomes draft five.

Draft five is usually where I feel confident in the manuscript, and this is where I'll look for beta readers. Basically, I want it ready to publish before I send it out to sample readers.

Anywho, that was long! Like I said up top, I actually love editing, and would be happy to go more in-depth/share examples/pictures if anyone would like me to :)

#sts #storyteller saturday #editing #writblr #writeblr #writerblr #hendo's toolbox

[ahhvernin]

I often see negative reviews for Chinese restaurants primarily about the service and rude staff. And most of the time the complaints aren't warranted because the customer expected to be treated like they are in a western restaurant service.

Allow me to enlighten you with a bit of knowledge. The pleasantries from the server you are expecting is a western expectation. Chinese cuisine like efficiency. You come in, you sit down, they taking your order, they make the food quickly, you get get the food quickly, you enjoy the meal at your own pace, you sit chat, you generate your own enjoyment with YOUR company, you pay bill, you leave. The food is suppose to amplify your enjoyment...not the server.

If you go into a sit down place, the server often does not interrupt you. They will often wait. They wait for signals.

Here are some signals.

Customer finger tapping the table when server silently refills cups = thank you, so you don't have to break your conversation and youve acknowledge your gratitude for filling.

Teapot with open top = more tea please

Empty Dishes to the side = we're done.

Quick hand up = ready to order, need additional order, question about the food,

Hand up with a scribble gesture = the bill please

Hand up and point to food: we are done, need take out boxes, need bill.

Delivery of the bill with generic dessert on their own= they're not kicking you out, they are probably busy and will miss a gesture, you probably finished eating long ago, you're chatting, here is your bill and some fruit, pay when ready.

Bill pocket standing /you slip away to pay: if you leave it standing, they'll come get it when they can...or if you got cash you go pay at the register....some places will take bills from the bill pocket, you might not get your coins, some places don't want to deal with that and in some places in China customer and business don't want to deal with coins. If they have bill trays, they might give you back your coins. If you want your coins go to the register.

If they speak to you and they give you a curt answer its either...theyre giving you the answer to your question and no fluff, or they have a language barrier and they are giving you the answer to the question you asked, because it is the answer, or they don't know how to answer and just tell ya no.

If it sounds like theyre yelling and shouting at each other...its because they are...to YOU. Many Chinese families come from villages and they are not shy about shouting from a kitchen window while washing dishes and having a full on conversation with the vendor outside...or they come from loud family.

Customer Server/Manager "dispute": likely the customer came from a place where bargaining was a thing...here in the west we don't bargain alot. Some places in China you bargain especially vendor markets you bargain for basically EVERY THING. Imagine trying to do that at a holiday vendor sale or at the mall here in the West. The vendors would laugh at you. If you have no bargaining muscles....dont even bother, just pay it.

Guest bickering and shoving the bill: look close there's a wallet or cash somewhere. they're fighting who pays the bill, its an act. Paying the whole bill is viewed as generous. Even if you dont want to pay the bill you are still expected to make an attempt to pay or pay partial. To not offer makes you look bad. Splitting the bill... What is that?

Thats all I can think of.

Its about efficiency and culture. If you want an immersive dining experience at a Chinese restaurant look for these things and learn these things. Servers are there to provide you the food and drink, not to make friends with you. If you're a server there and you do act very pleasant you're doing it because that's how you want to act. The tips at the tables are not about how pleasant you are. Its about how attentive and efficient you were.

More traditional restaurants will probably have a tip jar or you leave cash if you want to. These shops probably wont even have the function to ask for a preset tip. Its what you want to give. Sometimes you might get someone running after you...usually that person learned what a traditional American dining habit is and expect it from you...this situation they are being rude, as no server should be running after you for tips. If you wanna negative review for this situation you're in the right.

I probably missed alot, I don't care, feel free to add.

you don't agree, because "they're in Ameri--" there another food joint down the road, you don't have to eat at a restaurant you think is rude to ya.

Also alot of sushi joints are owned and have staff who are Chinese immigrants. So these things can extend there too.

Okay bye

#food #restaurant #Chinese food #Chinese cuisine #mannerisms #gestures #dining etiquette

[necroneos]

Reunion (2.7k words), Pannacotta Fugo x OC (Liliana Ribollita)

Summary: Fugo, after years of absence, is accidentally reunited with his childhood friend Liliana. Not all is what she hoped, however.

Lebeccio, September 23rd, 2001

    Liliana Ribollita, for half a year, has worked part-time at the restaurant Lebeccio. While her mother was still a maid for the Fugo family, she wanted to help. While she was only 15, she was still underage and her mother still had to provide for her. The two were lucky that the Fugo family was generous and let them as well as the other servants live in the estate. It was a building separate from the main home but it was still a roof over their heads. While the meals weren't as extravagant as her mother's employers, it was still food.

    All her mother's hard work was for her education, clothing, other small necessities, and the rare luxury. She didn't want to see her mother suffer anymore, so after turning 15 in March she took it upon herself to get a part-time job. The staff was warm and understanding, working with her schedule so she could still attend school. The job was ideal despite it being part-time and helped ease some of the burden her mother faced.

    But at lunchtime on this fateful day, things changed.

    “Now Liliana, you will treat these people with the utmost respect. Do you understand? I would normally not let you serve these individuals, but seeing as we're short-staffed at the moment I have to. These are prized regulars. I would like to keep them as regular customers.”

    The manager for Lebeccio stared into Liliana's eyes intensely, expression serious with his hands resting on her shoulders. It intimidated her and made her uncomfortable, causing her to shift slightly.

    “I-I understand. They're in that private room over there, yes?” She said meekly.

    “Yes. Remember, the utmost respect.” He reiterated.

    She nodded and after he let go of her shoulders she weaved through the small restaurant towards the small private room. When she reached it, she gently knocked on the door. She was anxious, wanting to do her best for the customers her boss referred to as important.

    “Come in.” A male voice responded.

    The brunette swallowed hard and slowly opened the door, taking hesitant steps towards the group of 7 sitting at the sole table in the room. She took a deep breath and exhaled, pulling her lips upwards into a warm and friendly smile.

    “Hello Signori. My name is Liliana and I'll be serving you today. What would you like to drink?” She pulled out her small notepad and readied her pen.

    A raven haired male turned his head to look at her and smiled a little.

    “A bottle of your finest red wine.”

    Liliana nodded and quietly scribbled down the order. Simple enough.

    She smiled again, maintaining her friendly demeanor. “I'll be right back.”

    She walked away from the table and opened the door, closing it behind her and then letting out a sigh of relief. So far, so good. She once more weaved through the tables until she reached her manager. She was not as informed about wines as her peers were but knew that her manager would point her in the right direction.

    “Signore? What's the finest red wine we have in stock?” She asked innocently.

    “Oh! Signore Bucciarati must be asking for some wine. Give me a moment.” He walked off while she stayed in place.

    After a moment he was back, a list in his hand.

    He pointed to one particular red wine on the list. “Signore Bucciarati usually requests this wine. It's typically considered one of our finest wines. You know where the wines are and i'm sure it won't be difficult to find it with the wines organized by name.”

    She nodded again and with a silly salute she walked off to grab the requested wine. As quickly as she could, she scanned the bottles and after grabbing it she returned to Bucciarati's table with four wine glasses and a cup of water.

    “I'm very sorry Signore Bucciarati for making you wait. I had to consult with my manager.” She said with an embarrassed bow.

    Bucciarati smiled. She must have heard his name and what wine he commonly requested from her manager. A part-timer or new employee if he had to guess.

    “It's no problem. We weren't waiting long.” He assured her.

    He noticed some tension leave her shoulders. She was nervous, he noted.

    “Because of my delay, I assume you must know what you want to order...?” She probed.

    He nodded and turned his head to his team. “Time to order everyone.”

    She took the orders one by one, finishing off with a blonde looking down at his menu. He ordered a pasta dish that she almost missed writing down. His voice. She wouldn't be able to forget that voice even if she wanted to. However, his focus was now on a younger looking male

    “Come on now Narancia, we need to get back to your multiplication tables. You'll never learn at this rate.”

    “Aw c'mon Fugo, my head hurts! Can't we just do this tomorrow?”

    “No. I'm willingly tutoring you here, you know.”

    Upon hearing the younger looking male speak, Liliana dropped her pen. Her brown eyes widened and her hands shook a little.

    “I-I'll put y-your order in right away...” She said quietly, trying to control herself.

    She leaned over to pick up her pen from the floor and swallowed hard. Surely it wasn't Signore Fu, was it?

    But when he looked up for a moment, his attention briefly caught by the sound and her stuttering, she knew it was him. His hair wasn't as kept as it was before, but it was still the blond haired, purple-eyed Fugo she knew. When his eyes met hers, they were calm. It seemed to take him a moment before it clicked.

    He hadn't paid the waitress much mind before, outside of her name being the same as a girl he once knew. But when he actually looked, the resemblance was uncanny. Those doe-like brown eyes. That soft, brown hair that curved inward at the bottom. That innocent look. Her hair was shorter now, some of it resting on her shoulders while the rest laid against the back of them. Before, it cascaded down to the end of her back. He clenched his teeth between his lips and looked away and back to Narancia. His body seemed to be shaking a bit and she easily caught on. Fugo was holding back his temper the best he could.

    Liliana never liked shouting, yelling, and loud arguments, as they always caused her anxiety and made her extremely uncomfortable. He must be trying to reign in his temper so he wouldn't cause a scene, she noted. He always did have a violent temper.

    “...We'll continue this tomorrow Narancia.”

    “Sweet!!”

    She bit her lip and broke out of her small spell, realizing she'd lingered when she needed to put in their order. She also had noticed that the longest haired one among them looked a little grumpy that she was still here. So she quickly scurried off to put in the order to the chef.

    It took roughly 25 minutes, but their orders were brought to them. She kept her hand as steady as she could as she placed each plate down, trying to control her anxiety. The air in the room was heavy with tension, despite the playful banter between two of the males at the table. When all the plates were set down, she was stopped by Fugo.

    “Could you bring your manager in?”

   

    “O-Of course signore.”

    After leaving the room as quickly as she could, she heard her manager call for her.

    “Liliana, you can clock out for today. Looks like our serial late waiter has finally arrived.” He said with a snort.

    “I'm so sorry Signora Ribollita!”

    “D-Don't worry about it, i'm used to it...” She said quietly.

    Right now she was anxious and wanted to get out of the restaurant, fast.

    “Signore, one of the customers at the table requested to see you...”

    “Hm? Oh, okay. I'll be right back. Just stay there Liliana.”

    Liliana could only stare as her manager walked away in the direction of the private room. She prayed that he'd be okay. When she heard two years ago that Fugo beat a professor with a hardback encyclopedia, she grew fearful. She knew he had a temper, but he had always reigned it in the best he could around her. If he ever did snap, he'd always apologize and calm her down. But around others she had no clue. In little to no time after entering the private room she could hear an escalated voice, causing her anxiety to spike even farther up.

    ~*~

    When Liliana's manager entered the room, he smiled pleasantly at everyone there. Fugo stood up from his seat abruptly, violet eyes dark.

    “I want you to fire that waitress, now. I want her banned from this establishment as well.” he growled, voice holding a barely restrained anger.

    “B-But signore, I c-can't just fire signora Lili - “

    The blond left his seat, swiping the knife hidden in Narancia's pants. He got up close to the manager, pointing the blade at his throat with the tip just barely touching his skin.

    “I said, fire that waitress right now.” Fugo snarled with his teeth slightly bared.

    His eyes were wild and expression was unadulterated fury. He pressed the tip of his blade closer to the manager's neck, pricking his skin and drawing blood.

    “Is that so fucking hard to understand?! Even an idiot like yourself should get what I'm saying! If you want to keep this restaurant, you'd be smart to get rid of her!” He shouted.

    His body was trembling more than it was earlier, but before he could possibly unintentionally hurt the manager more he was stopped.

    “Fugo, calm down.” Bucciarati ordered, looking at him with a stern gaze.

    But the blond opted to ignore him, glaring at the manager angrily. He pressed the knife a little closer but found a second later that half of both of his arms had been unzipped off of him with Sticky Fingers.

    “Bucciarati -” Fugo protested.

    The manager fell on his ass, frightened by the sudden disconnect of both of part of Fugo's arms.

    “R-Right away signore! I-I'll fire signora Liliana i-immediately!”

    He shakily got up and scrambled out, quickly making his way to the brunette standing next to his other employee.

    She stared at him with a look of discomfort, her hands a bit clammy.

    “I-Is everything alright, signore?”

    He swallowed hard, looking at her apologetically. “I'm sorry Liliana, but i'm firing you. You're also hereby banned from this establishment.”

    Her eyes widened and jaw dropped “What?! Signore, you know I need this job! Please, don't let me go!”

    He placed his hands firmly on her shoulders. “I can't control this. Since you can't be here anymore, I can at least tell you this – the people in that private room are part of the mafia. If i'm told that I'm to fire you, I can't go against them.”

    “D-Don't worry though. I know the owner of a restaurant in another part of Naples. I'll get you a job there, alright?” He assured her.

    She nodded, biting her lip. Why would they make her now former manager fire and ban her from the restaurant? She played back in her head everything she did. Aside from her reaction in finding the person she assumed was Fugo, she had done nothing wrong. If the people in that room were mafiosos like he said, then it must have been her friend and love who threatened her now former manager to fire and ban her.

    Did he hate her? He had no reason to. No, if anything he probably wanted to keep her far away. Put distance between her normal life and his dangerous one. It saddened her, but that was most likely the truth.

    “I'll just head back home then.”

~*~

    “Explain yourself, Fugo.” Bucciarati told the blond quietly, staring into his eyes intensely.

    The blond could only stare at his team leader, his anger mostly gone and being replaced by calmness.

    “She can't be here.”

    “And why is that?”

    Bucciarati only knew of Fugo's instance of beating a professor with an encyclopedia and whatever information the teen decided to indulge to him. He didn't remember hearing anything about a girl though.

    “He knows her. Intimately if I had to guess. Like the rest of us, the only option is to have the person close to them try to take the initiation test if they want to have them close. Otherwise none of us can afford keeping somebody close lest they lose them to the others in this organization or a whole 'nother organization.”

    Fugo and Bucciarati looked over at the female voice that spoke up. It belonged to a woman sitting next to Abbachio whom had her arms loosely crossed and one leg resting on the other. Her brown eye stared into purple and blue, expression unreadable.

    Abbachio briefly glanced at the raven-haired woman next to him, but shrugged it off in favor of focusing on his music.

    “I could tell just from her demeanor. She's not a very strong one, is she? Mentally she's fine, but she doesn't have the same mental fortitude the rest of us have. She'd be killed if she even attempted initiation and you want to keep her as far away from this life and organization, don't you? She's too innocent. Too pure.” She continued.

    Fugo glared harshly at the woman.

    “Mind your own god damn business Alessandra.” He growled.

    This caught the attention of the other blonde at the table, younger than the angry one. From what Alessandra just said it made sense. His teammate's reaction to Liliana said another thing though – if he hated her, his body language would have shown it. But instead of glaring and sending her dirty looks, his expression had briefly turned into one of surprise. He shook not out of a seething anger towards her but an anger of frustration. A girl as innocent as her shouldn't be near him and he was frustrated that she got close to him. He took a note of this, saying nothing as he watched the others.

~*~

???, 2002

    “I want you to go to her.”

    Fugo stared in confusion at the leader of Passione, Giorno. Who was he talking about? There was nobody around him that he could think of.

    “That girl. The one you made the manager of Lebeccio fire and ban.” Giorno clarified.

    “But not now Fugo. When you turn 18 I want you to leave Passione and be with her. She's not simply a friend, is she?”

    Fugo fell silent.

    “...No, she's not. But Giorno, why?”

    The new leader of Passione smiled a little. “After you had the manager ban and fire her, you looked pretty down. You didn't want her to go, but you wanted her to be safe. You may have been level-headed while we were protecting Trish but I had a feeling that you couldn't stop thinking about her.”

    “You're a great member of this organization Fugo. But I would rather let somebody close to me leave so they can pursue their own happiness. There are plenty of capable members in Passione I can call upon for missions. I want you to be happy.”

    Fugo's teeth clenched beneath his lips and tried to hold back tears. He didn't go with Bucciarati and the others back then, instead choosing to stay with the organization for his own safety. While understable, he had felt bad that he chose his safety over his friends. He essentially had abandoned them.

    When Giorno was announced to be the new leader of Passione 6 months ago, the two of them had made up. He was ordered by Mista three weeks ago to track down the remains of the narcotics team that still lingered in Passione and assassinate the leader. One week after that, he swore his loyalty to Giorno. And now, a week after that, he was telling him to leave the organization once he turned 18? Just so he could be with Liliana? This confused him.

    “If you want, I can pull some strings and list you both as dead in the system. I'll have new identities made for you and her if you feel like you can't stay as yourself in fear of somebody coming after you both.”

    Fugo's fists clenched, tears threatening to spill over as he looked at his leader.

    “I...would appreciate that...” He said quietly.

    The leader of Passione smiled gently. “Consider it done.”

#jojo's bizarre adventure #pannacotta fugo x oc #pannacotta fugo #my oc #jjba oc #jojo oc #liliana ribollita #my fic #my writing

[theotherace]

I had an appointment today, but I missed my bus and then wallowed for hours while watching cartoons. And then I doodled Young Justice characters only to proof to myself that I can, in fact, be productive. 

#Young Justice #Dick Grayson #Robin #Nightwing #Wally West #Kid Flash #i didn't know what to put in wally's hands #so that's the glass that stood on my desk #there's more where these come from but they're very scribbly and not ready to be presented

[husbandhannie]

sticky notes

how they interact with your post-its

pairing: vocal unit (seventeen) x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of minor medical issues in joshua's part, sleep issues in seungkwan's

words: 930

a/n: these are getting longer with every unit reaction. oops? and yes, i'm pushing the fwb!jeonghan agenda here too. also, the joshua and seungkwan post-it uses are based on my own experiences - they're not meant to offend anyone who suffers from these issues.

taglist: @itsveronicaxxx @zurikyo @husbandhoshi

hip-hop unit performance unit

JEONGHAN

you're somewhat fluent in korean (you can easily converse with fwb!jeonghan), but you still come across a lot of unfamiliar words in the language - you specially struggle with different forms of the same word, not having encountered similar forms in the other languages you know. every time you come across something unfamiliar, you write it down on a note that sticks to your desk - looking all the words up when you have the time and energy (which is not often, considering you're busy with work and studying). one day when you left your room to take a call, jeonghan read the notes and found himself smiling at how adorable and committed you were. picking up a pen from your desk, he answered your questions in the simplest words he could, stopping when he heard you come in. you read his additions later that week, feeling your heart flutter and wondering - not for the first time - if there was more between the two of you than you had decided.

JOSHUA

you've always been particularly prone to having medical issues - nothing too serious or too unmanageable, just too frequent. vitamin deficiencies and muscle pain in different parts of your body visit you like a cycle. to manage appointments and treatments, you write them down on post-its - scribbling symptoms, appointment times, prescribed treatment, doctor's advice and so on. the first time joshua reads one of these, he has no idea he's looking at something private - it was right there on your desk in your bedroom, where you had invited him. he quickly stops when he realizes what he's reading, apologizing to you for crossing a line. you wave him off - it's not like you keep this a secret, this is just a part of your life. since then, joshua reads them whenever he gets the chance, trying to remember the medicines you're prescribed (so he can make sure you take them when he's there), and specific doctor's notes (so he can help you follow them; like ordering more protein for dinner if your doctor asked you to increase your intake). you're fairly responsible and don't need him to help you, but it warms your heart that he cares.

WOOZI

you like trying your hand at different hobbies - knitting, baking, digital poster making, calligraphy, and so on. you don't aim at being very good at them, you just like the process of learning something where you can create something at the end of it. your post-its reflect these hobbies, they change every couple of months - baking recipes adorning your desk one month, and calligraphy samples the next. recently, you've gotten into learning guitar - and you've done alright so far, having gotten the basic chords down. woozi only got to know when he saw the guitar in your room - the two of you hadn't spent a lot of time together recently because he had been busy with a comeback. he saw your notes when he came to your room to pick up his phone from the nightstand, smiling at your half-technical questions, and focusing on a particular note. when you get ready for bed later than night, a note catches your eye; below your scribbles of "chords for hug chorus??" were some letters written neatly in woozi's handwriting, followed by "i know a producer who can help you with this :)".

DOKYEOM

you've always struggled with working out. every time you start a new routine, you struggle to keep it up after a couple of weeks, and just end up dropping it. this time, you've decided to start small (sticking to just jumping rope and few crunches), and to keep a log of how much you work out on post-its next to your bed. it seems to have worked so far - you're almost two months in and haven't skipped many days. you suspect that your boyfriend's encouragement has a lot to do with it too, especially the scribbles he pencils in next to your entries - a "wow baby 3 weeks!!!!" when you hit three weeks of skipping, a "hi hottie" when you hit a week of crunches, and a "hey love, take it easy a little" when the number of crunches you do increases drastically suddenly.

SEUNGKWAN

you've been struggling with sleep lately. not just one problem, you've been facing a whole host of issues - like not being able to fall asleep, waking up at odd times when you do manage to sleep, and nightmares or very vivid dreams that make you wake up dizzy and tired. you don't know what to do to solve your problems - so you start by just keeping a record of them, hoping to see positive changes as you try different things to sleep better. your nightstand now has an array of post-its that contain your sleep log in tiny scribble. you've mentioned what you're doing to seungkwan in passing, you don't think he pays it much attention. but ofcourse he does. he tries to come home earlier when he sees you've been getting less sleep (you've told him you sleep better when you can feel his warmth), he tries to get you to talk about what's stressing you out when he sees you're having nightmares, and tries to get you tired when he sees that you've been waking up at odd times (like encouraging you to join him and his members on a hiking trip). when your sleeping habits start coming back to normal and he mentions the improvement in the logs, you're surprised because you didn't think he paid attention to it. almost offended, he says, "ofcourse i pay attention. i pay attention to everything that's about you".

#seventeen #seventeen reactions #seventeen fluff #svt #svt reactions #svt fluff #jeonghan #joshua #woozi #dokyeom #seungkwan #jeonghan fluff #joshua fluff #woozi fluff #dokyeom fluff #dk #dk fluff #seungkwan fluff #yoon jeonghan #hong jisoo #joshua hong #lee jihoon #lee seokmin #boo seungkwan #seventeen by amelia