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Ohhhh, Anon's perfect apple ask is now giving me blessed imagery of Dusknoir cutting apple slices into bunny shapes. Maybe for Opal, maybe for him to show off, either way.
The soft, the dexterity, the GENTLENESS after such a prolonged period of violence he had undergone. Opal called him her gramps for a reason, after all.
(Referencing this post)
Hey how does it feel to have given me a prompt that had me tearing up all throughout the process of drawing it because of how unbearably heartfelt and endearing it is?
#I need to incorporate this into a fic somehow. it’s so sweet 🥺#Dusknoir cutting apples into fun shapes and patterns is now 100% canon#he’s always coming up with new ways make apples and other fruits into unique treats#Twig once asked him to teach her how to do all these crazy shapes and he refused.#sorry Twig this is a trade secret in the grandpa industry#anyhoo#FIRST RUBY CAMEO YEAHHHHHHH#I’m tentatively deciding that she’s a unovan zorua and her siblings are hisuian zoroarks#but Ruby (whenever she’s supposed to be in her ‘normal’ appearance) is usually transformed into a hisuian zorua#it takes a while for her to feel comfy enough to be in her true ‘default’ form— even after her siblings aren’t around—#because she always felt like a sore thumb when compared to her siblings.#after a while she reveals her true appearance to Opal before anyone else. she’s scared of how she’ll react. she’s scared to be rejected.#but instead of rejecting her Opal gets super excited about how ‘we match each other so good— we’re basically twins! this is so cool!’#it takes a bit. but Ruby doesn’t feel like she sticks out as awkwardly when her pelt matches Opal’s shadowy form and red eyes so well.#they’re sister your honor.#the present is a gift au#shadow baby AU#pmd dusknoir#dadnoir#pmd oc#pmd ocs#pokemon mystery dungeon#pokémon mystery dungeon#pmd explorers#pmd sky#pmd eos#pmd2#pmd#sofie answers asks#stuff by sofie
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hi! just wanna tell you i literally read all of your fics and omg i usually avoid angsty fics because i know it will rip me apart but i read all of yours and i somehow crave more 🥺 but perhaps if your requests are still open, i wanna request something sweet or fluff (rather self indulgent) how about the olba boys' reactions when they realised mc has been really focused for days about something to find out that mc was creating the sims version of them and the boys while making a good hoyse for their sims selves to live in (you can do individual or poly!) I've been playing sims 4 lately and made step 1 cove and mc with their families fjfjfh totally brain still rotting over olba even though its officially over 🥹
-- Let's do poly so everyone can be together for this experience :)
-- You're on your computer for a while, which was fine, but you got zoned out enough that the boys decided to check in.
-- You'd been making your dream house for you and your boys' sim selves!
-- Cove is moved. He doesn't know a lot about the game, but the gist is pretty easy to grasp and he thinks this is so so sweet that you would use your free time and your game to do something like this.
-- Derek knows about The Sims and thinks it's cool you want to play like this. He wants to watch!
-- Baxter wants to see you make his sim now please.
-- Lol if you don't have all the expansions/packs, Baxter needs you to get some because the base game fashion options are atrocious.
-- Derek gets the Big Happy Family aspiration, hooray! Baxter gets the Soulmate aspiration, so sweet! Cove gets something random, whatever you click.
Cove: *pouting* Why didn't I get something special?
You: Hold on just a minute ...
*ten minutes into gameplay*
Cove: My aspiration in life is about grilled cheese?!??!!?!?!
-- Derek takes note of how you've built the house. Maybe if you really like something he can incorporate it into your own house -- like if you build a sunroom and talk about how you like it, a big porch, something like that. He'll remember!
-- Cove wants to see the interactions between the sims. If you make your sim declare your undying love for his then he will die.
-- Baxter, well, is still Baxter.
Cove: Put me in the swimming pool!
Baxter: Try removing the ladder after he climbs in.
Cove: But then I wouldn't be able to get out ...
Baxter: *smirk*
-- Derek is going to want to get this game to play for himself.
-- If you try to plan a wedding for your sims, Baxter is going to trash talk it to death. Just an endless rant of how dumb it is and how everyone is being so rude and nothing is working right.
Baxter: Why is the best man inside the home playing video games during the ceremony? Did the mother of the bride just set fire to the kitchen? The caterer just didn't show up at all?!
-- If you make it to the elderly life stage then Cove is going to be emotional just seeing little sim versions of his family being all old and cute.
Also Cove: Oh look, a vending machine! Let me get some candy!
You: It's stuck, what do you want to do?
Cove: Get it out!
*one minute later*
Cove: THAT'S HOW I DIE?!
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— of sticky notes and strangers.
word count: 3.8k
pairing: lee chan (svt) x gender neutral reader
warning(s): swearing, food mentions
genre: fluff, humour, non-idol au, university au, strangers-to-friends/implied lovers au, me trying to profess all my love for lee chan in a 3k fic lmao
note: there’s some grammar/linguistics lingo here bc i’m an english major so why not incorporate that into my fic 💀 what i’m trying to say is it’s 100% okay if you don’t know what they mean bc neither do i and i actually have to study this stuff (send help) and also they don’t affect the overall plot of the story!!
summary: a sticky note from a stranger piques your curiosity as to who this mysterious (but very sweet) person is. unfortunately for you, they’re quite elusive.
a/n: hello here’s another university au fic :3 also this is the longest i’ve spent on a banner and i really love how it turned out 🥺 this fic is in the same universe as order up if you wanna check that out too!! i’m pretty excited for you guys to read this so i hope you like it 🤧💕
You know that feeling where you want to break down and cry but at the same time you’re too overwhelmed to?
That’s how you’re feeling right now because you’re supposed to be writing a paper for your grammar course on... to be honest, you’re not sure either. What you do know is that it’s due two weeks from now and you only have the first page done.
The thought of having to write God-knows-how-many more pages of complementisers and determiners and modifiers and whatnot makes you want to throw your laptop at the nearest person and drop out of university.
Then again, the boy sitting across from you is very cute, so you could never.
You sigh quietly before rising from your seat, keeping the sound of your exhale to a minimum since you’re in the university library, and you’re not exactly in the mood to get dirty looks from the other students.
If anyone tries you right now, you might genuinely commit a homicide.
You walk over to the linguistics section to grab a few reference books, taking your sweet time as you look through the shelves. You don’t care that you left everything but your phone back at your seat. In fact, someone might as well steal your laptop so you’d have an excuse to not work on your mountain of assignments.
Unfortunately, people at your university have integrity, and much to your disappointment, you find your things untouched when you return to the table.
That is, until you notice the purple sticky note stuck to a piece of chocolate sitting innocently on the keyboard of your open laptop.
rough week too? hang in there!! here’s a pick me up :)
You look up, craning your head in all directions in hopes of catching a glimpse of whoever left the candy and note. Your attempt is pitiful, and it even earns an inquisitive glance from the cute boy sitting across from you.
Ears burning from embarrassment, you drop into your seat to hide your face behind the screen of your laptop. You also decide against asking Cute Boy if he’s seen anyone drop by the table because from the looks of it, he seems pretty busy, and you’d hate to be a nuisance.
You find yourself rereading the note over and over again, fingers playing with the small square of chocolate as you rack your brains for who could’ve done this. But it’s useless, you have absolutely no clue.
If this is some elaborate prank planned by your pesky friends, you commend them for either being able to fake a handwriting unrecognisable to you, or somehow convincing a complete stranger to write it out for them. As absurd as the latter sounds, you wouldn’t put anything past them.
Smiling to no one in particular, you grab your notebook before carefully smoothing the sticky note over a random page to keep it safe.
You also eat the chocolate right on the spot even though eating’s strictly forbidden in the library. Whoever left the note was right—you really needed the pick-me-up.
Besides, fuck the rules.
“You mean you actually got free food?” Seungkwan asks when you meet up with your friends for dinner. At your nod, he pouts. “Damn, I gotta start acting more stressed in the library then. Also, why don’t you guys ever do this for me?”
Vernon frowns deeply. “Excuse you, I brought you iced Americano almost every day last week when you were cramming for that exam!”
“Sorry, I’ll rephrase that—why don’t Minghao and Y/N ever do this for me?”
Minghao ignores the question, which only makes Seungkwan pout more. He narrows his eyes at you through his shades—you don’t know why he still has them on when you’re indoors, it’s probably a fashion thing—and asks, “And you actually ate the chocolate?”
“Uh, yeah? Who wouldn’t?”
“You don’t know who it’s from! Who knows what’s in it? Haven’t your parents taught you not to take food from strangers?”
“Okay, maybe I should’ve given it more thought,” you give in, “but in my defence, I thought maybe one of you did it as some sort of prank.”
Seungkwan scoffs before popping a fry into his mouth. “Bold of you to assume we’d give you our food in the first place. Need I remind you that if we really were to prank you, we obviously would’ve done something much more embarrassing?”
“You guys are so kind to me,” you grumble, ignoring Minghao and Seungkwan’s giggles. “So you’re saying none of you did it?”
You don’t know if you should feel relieved or disappointed. On one hand, it’s heartwarming that a stranger was kind enough to leave you that note, but that’s the thing—you have no idea who they are, so you have no way of thanking them.
Vernon shrugs. “Nah. Plus, I don’t think this is a prank. I think this person was being nice.”
“Well... how do I find this person?”
Seungkwan stares at you like you grew an extra head. “Find them? What if they end up being a creep?”
“You just said you wished someone gave you free food! Where’s that energy now?”
“I want the food, not whoever left it for me!”
You slump into your seat with a huff. To say your friends are no help at all would be a gross understatement. In hindsight, you really should’ve just asked the cute boy at your table if he saw anything. “What if I post on my Instagram story asking whoever it was to DM me, on the off-chance they follow me?”
Vernon smiles sympathetically. “Y/N, if they chose to leave a note instead of directly coming up to you, I doubt they’ll take the step to DM you.”
You hate that he’s probably right.
“It’ll be okay,” Vernon continues encouragingly, “maybe this won’t be a one-time thing, and if you’re lucky you’ll get to catch them in the act.”
Seungkwan, now suddenly very interested, looks up from his plate. “If it happens again, can I have the chocolate?”
You don’t respond. Instead, you kick him under the table and grin evilly at the squawk he lets out.
You’re in the same spot in the library working on the same stupid paper when someone approaches the table with quiet footsteps.
“Excuse me, is this seat taken?”
Looking up from your screen, you find yourself staring back at the cute boy from a few days ago. He nods towards the empty seat across from you.
You shake your head, and in a hushed voice you tell him, “Go for it.”
He shoots you a grateful smile before sliding into the chair, and you try your best not to look as he starts laying out his things. You grab your phone to text your friends.
y/n [14:16] !!!! cute boy from the library is sitting at my table again!!!!
kwannie [14:18] send a pic 🤲
y/n [14:18] wtf no??? what if he notices and thinks i’m creepy????
hao [14:18] coward 🤧
y/n [14:19] blocked.
han solo [14:21] i’d come over but i’m in a lecture rn 😔😔😔
kwannie [14:24] same :(((((
hao [14:24] btw y/n do your paper!!!!
Heeding Minghao’s advice because he’s right—you really should, you slide your phone back into your pocket and attempt to direct your focus back on the essay you’re currently writing. Honestly, you’re making decent progress, but you also find yourself sneaking glances at Cute Boy, who’s gently bopping his head along to whatever song he’s listening to.
You don’t know how someone manages to make glasses with clear frames look that good. But he does.
An hour passes and you think your head is going to explode any minute. The good news is that you’re more than halfway done; the bad news is that you have no idea how to write this next part and nothing you found online is helping.
Sluggishly, you get up from you seat to get more reference books from the linguistics section, feeling a sense of déjà vu from how similar this routine is to the one from the other day.
So imagine how you feel when you find another note on your laptop. You have to pinch yourself to convince yourself you aren’t dreaming, or that this isn’t some endless loop you happened to be trapped in, and it’s instant the way you drop the books down on the table in favour of grabbing the note, noting the same purple paper and neat handwriting from the first one.
i don’t have chocolate today :( but i hope you’re having a good day anyways!! (btw i hope you don’t find this weird, i really just so happened to see you again ><)
You wish they knew you couldn’t care less about the chocolate (cough, Boo Seungkwan, cough), all that’s on your mind is the identity of the stranger leaving you these notes.
The curiosity is too much, so much so that it prompts you to gently tap the cute boy on the arm. The way he jumps slightly from the sudden contact makes you feel bad as he hastily removes one of his earphones before turning to you.
“Sorry to bother you,” you whisper, “but did you see anyone stop by my seat when I was gone?”
His head whips around to look around the space. “No. Did something of yours go missing?” It’s kind of funny because really, that should be your biggest concern. From how often you tend to leave everything at your seat out of sheer laziness, you’re lucky no one has ever took your shit and ran.
“I don’t think so. It’s just that... uh... someone’s been leaving me these notes, and I’ve been trying to find out who they are.”
You want to curl up in a ball and disappear. Why are you explaining all this to someone you don’t know; someone who has better things to care about? God, you feel so stupid.
The boy’s alarmed expression fades into an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I didn’t see anyone. I hope you find them, though.”
You thank him with burning cheeks before ducking your head, pretending to read one of the books you found as you reel from the embarrassment.
You must say, Vernon’s plan might just work.
You regroup with your friends at Pinwheel Coffee after their lectures, and the first thing you do is open up your notebook to show them the second note.
“Another one? Did you see who put it?” The forlorn look on your face at Minghao’s question says it all. “I guess not.”
“You should’ve hidden behind a bookshelf or something and spy on the table so you’d be able to see who it was.”
Stirring your iced latte mindlessly, you sigh. “Kwannie, I don’t go to the library expecting it to happen,” you say. “I was there every day the past week, and it’s only happened twice. How am I supposed to predict when I’ll get another one? Also, I have an essay to write, I don’t always remember to play spy.”
Vernon hums thoughtfully. “Well... if it makes you feel better, it’s likely they aren’t being a creep and following you around, or else you’d be getting these notes a lot more often. Like they said, they probably really just happened to stumble across you.”
You rest your head on the table and let out a frustrated groan. “But hundreds of people go in and out all day, anyone could’ve seen me!”
“I wasn’t done. I have a plan.”
“You do?”
Vernon grins. “This whole sticky note thing seems to be working out pretty well for them, so why don’t you try it as well?”
So here you are in your usual spot in the library once again, ready to put your friend’s plan into motion. You reach into your bag to pull out a stack of neon orange sticky notes (you wanted to get the cute pink ones, but Seungkwan insisted that the neon orange would be more attention-grabbing) and scribble a short message.
Closing your laptop, you stick the note right in the middle of it and leave, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible before you duck behind a section of the library not far from the table, pretending to peruse the aisle when really you’re spying on your seat in between the shelves. If Vernon’s plan goes right, you might be able to catch the mystery person who’s been on your mind this past week in the act.
Yet, nothing happens, and you think that if someone had been watching you this whole time, they’d probably think you went mad from how you’ve been aimlessly circling around the same set of bookcases. Though it is finals season—everyone’s gone crazy, so maybe you don’t look that out of place.
Annoyed, you march back to the table and practically rip the sticky note off your laptop. The person in the seat next to yours glances at you sceptically, but you pretend not to notice, nor do you particularly care if they read the note and are now judging you intensely.
hi!! if you’re the only who’s been leaving me those notes, know that i appreciate them a lot!! it’d be cool if i knew who you were :3
The obnoxious orange of the sticky note mocks you, and out of frustration your fist balls up, crinkling the paper before you toss it into the nearby trash bin.
You wasted fifteen minutes of your life over nothing.
y/n [17:45] plan didn’t work :( i think they’re not in the library today...
As the deadline for your paper draws closer and closer, you’ve received three more sticky notes with each one appearing when you least expected it, having been too distracted by your impending deadlines.
You’re starting to wonder if you should give up on your search. Because while you’d do anything (well, not anything, but that’s besides the point) to find out who this mystery person is, maybe it just isn’t meant to be. Perhaps you’re better off simply accepting the fact that a stranger decided to do something nice for you instead of stressing yourself out looking for them.
(It’s not like you don’t have a paper that’s due in two days that you still haven’t finished yet.)
Minghao agrees with this conclusion you’ve come to, though Seungkwan and Vernon seem less eager to let it go so easily.
“Did you notice anyone who was present whenever you received the notes?”
Minghao snorts. “This is beginning to sound like an interrogation. There are like, hundreds of people in the library every day. Who is Y/N supposed to keep an eye out for?”
“I meant in their vicinity!” Seungkwan argues. “It must be someone who’s sitting nearby that’s doing thi—I got it!”
His loud yelp attracts more than a few pairs of eyes, and the people sitting in the surrounding tables shoot your group several confused looks. Minghao groans, hiding his face behind his hands from embarrassment.
“Y/N, didn’t you say the cute boy was there when you got the first two notes?”
“Yeah...?” Despite the skepticism in your tone, you’re starting to get the hint.
“And was he there when you got the others?”
You frown, tilting your head to the side as you try to recall those three separate days. “I can’t say for sure,” you finally say, and Seungkwan deflates slightly. “He wasn’t at my table, but I didn’t exactly check the ones nearby either. You think he’s the one who’s been leaving them? Isn’t that a little too good to be true?”
“Sorry for interrupting,” a fifth voice says, and the four of you look up to find Jeonghan, your friend as well as one of the baristas at Pinwheel Coffee, grinning cheekily. “I couldn’t help but eavesdrop, and I think I have a plan.”
You scoff because of course he does. “Feel free to pull up a chair when your shift’s over.”
“No need.” Jeonghan smirks before turning to the counter and yelling, “Shua! I’m taking my break now!”
The blonde boy behind the counter, who you assume is ‘Shua’, merely shakes his head with an exasperated smile and waves Jeonghan away.
“Can we run over Jeonghan’s plan again?” Vernon asks as the four of you enter the library after lunch.
Minghao lists out all the steps on his fingers as he speaks. “Sit near Y/N; leave the seat opposite theirs empty in case Cute Boy shows up; don’t talk to each other so he won’t know that we know each other; wait for Y/N to walk away and see if he does anything; and if he does, text Y/N immediately and leave so they can talk.”
“Got it. And if it’s not him then?”
“Then we wait and see if it’s someone else,” Seungkwan replies, “and if that doesn’t happen...” His voice trails off hesitantly, and he looks to you for an answer.
You sigh. “Then I guess we’ll let it be.”
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Minghao says encouragingly, “where’s your usual spot, Y/N?”
“Third floor, table near the engineering section.”
“Okay, let’s split up and head there separately so we don’t look suspicious.”
It’s kind of funny how you all are taking this so seriously, and in a way, you’re touched that your friends are willing to put up with this just so you can have one shot at finding out who the mystery person is, or more specifically, if it’s the cute boy.
You walk ahead of your friends to lead the way, biting down on the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing, especially when Seungkwan slides into the seat next to yours while avoiding eye contact with you at all costs. You chuckle under your breath.
y/n [14:34] real subtle kwannie 💀💀💀
He nudges you with his foot under the table.
kwannie [14:34] eat a sock y/n >:( u want my help or not
y/n [14:34] sorry 🤧 ily
kwannie [14:35] hao and vernon where r u guys????
han solo [14:35] riiiiiight here
Right as you read the message, Vernon and Minghao slide into the seats on the other side of the table, making sure to leave the one directly opposite yours unoccupied as per Jeonghan’s plan.
hao [14:35] act natural
y/n [14:36] aye aye captain
With nothing else to do other than wait, you get started on the paper, feeling somewhat proud at the fact that you’re almost done with a day left until the deadline. In an attempt to cheer yourself up, you tell yourself that if all else fails and no one shows up today, you’ll at least get to finish this dumb essay by today.
An hour in and your hope is dwindling by the minute. You glance at Seungkwan out of the corner of your eye to find him dozing off, and you resist the urge to take a photo of him to use as blackmail. Though does it even count as such if he looks cute in it?
“Hey, is the seat taken?”
You have to discreetly pinch your thigh to keep yourself from smiling too widely at the sight of Cute Boy. “No, go ahead,” you whisper back, and he grins, moving to sit in the last empty chair next to Vernon and Minghao. Unbeknownst to him, they exchange knowing glances.
Seungkwan shifts, and in your peripheral vision you see him lifting his head from his palm before craning his neck to gather his surroundings.
Your phone lights up with a notification.
kwannie [15:40] guys someone is sitting in the seat?? should we tell him to leave???
y/n [15:40] no don’t 😭😭 that’s the cute boy i was talking about
han solo [15:40] ooh he *is* cute ;)
kwannie [15:41] soooo should we test out the plan now 🤩
hao [15:41] whenever ur ready y/n!! seungkwan don’t doze off!!
kwannie [15:42] wtf uncalled for 💔
You pocket your phone and go to the linguistics section as you normally would. Unfortunately, there’s quite a distance between it and your table, so you’ll just have to count on your friends and wait for their verdict. In a way, it’s kind of like showing your friends your GPA first because you’re too scared to see it for yourself. Just you? Okay.
Your heart hammers in your chest erratically as you pace up and down the aisle, glancing down to check your phone every minute or so. You’re prepared to call it a day and head back when—
kwannie [15:49] Y/N 🚨🚨🚨
kwannie [15:49] IT’S HIM
han solo [15:50] IT’S CUTE BOY!!!!!!
han solo [15:50] WE SAW HIM WRITE IT WITH OUR OWN EYES
han solo [15:50] SAME PURPLE STICKY NOTES AND ALL
hao [15:51] OKAY WE’RE GONNA GO NOW BYEEEE MISSION ACCOMPLISHED GOOD JOB EVERYONE
Your hands are shaking at your sides as you walk back to the table, passing by your friends who excitedly mouth various encouragements before quickly disappearing around the corner.
Deciding you have nothing to lose, you reach out to tap the boy on the shoulder, and he turns to look at you with wide eyes.
“So it was you all along,” you breathe out with a smile.
His gaze flickers rapidly around the room, landing everywhere but on you. “What are you talking about?”
A small part of you panics at the thought of it not being him, but you carry on regardless.
“The sticky notes,” you explain, gently peeling the one he just left for you off your keyboard and holding it out. “I’ve been trying to figure out who’s been leaving these for me the past two weeks.”
“H-How did you know it was me?”
“I had a little help,” you admit, nodding towards the seats previously occupied by your friends before they made their hasty retreat.
The boy’s eyes widen even more as the realisation dawns on him. “Those were your friends? I thought you didn’t know them!” he says a little too loudly for a library, and someone lets out a harsh ‘shhh!’
A rosy pink hue blooms across his cheeks, perhaps both from being caught and from the angry-sounding hush you just received.
“You’re a good actor,” you tease. “I even asked you about it the other day, and you managed to convince me that someone else did it. Were you ever gonna tell me?”
“I was thinking of how to approach you, but I didn’t know—” He cuts himself off and glances worriedly over your shoulder.
Then you feel a sharp tap. It’s one of the university staff members who patrol the library. “You two need to leave,” he says gruffly, “we just received noise complaints from the other students. Go outside if you want to talk.”
Before either of you can get out an apology, the older man turns on his heel and stalks off.
The two of you exchange sheepish smiles.
“By the way, what’s your name?”
“Chan. What’s yours?”
“Y/N.”
“Do you wanna go get coffee? I was about to leave anyways.”
“Definitely.”
Chan’s smile mirrors yours as you gather your things. “Pinwheel Coffee?”
“Sure, unless you don’t want to meet the mastermind behind this plan.”
“The who behind the what?”
“Shhh!”
You sling your bag over your shoulder and grab his sleeve, gently tugging him towards the stairs. “I’ll explain on the way out.”
a/n: enjoy this pic of chan which kinda inspired this whole fic whjdhwhs thank you so much for reading and let me know what you think 🥺💕 have a nice day!!
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