#gel pens are amazing

[lobotomize-d]

This is a will wood reference

Anyways gel pens 😻

[satirn]

god I love her

[socksandbuttons]

Notbme staring at my inktover knd 2019 drawings and going Damn

I need to practice inking agaib

[hikariyuushiart]

Sooo I decided to come up with the general headcanons of what my OC Buttercream would be like.

-All they remember about their previous life was that they were forced to have a headset put on them by what she believes to be bad people. The only reason she wants to leave would be to find those people and get answers.

-In her initial arrival to the Digital Circus, she reacted violently. She felt she had been wrongfully trapped in a prison and sought any way to get out necessary, even if she had to punch her way through.

-It's midway through punching that she realizes her oversized mitten-like fists. While great for punching through things, she's a bit horrified as she distinctly remembers having five fingers before.

-Even after Caine's intro and explanation, she doesn't buy that there's no exit.

-She takes the lack of remembering her name surprisingly well, considering everything else. Maybe it's because she doesn't put much stock in her birth name. Either way, she figures she might as well choose a name that suits her new form. So after finding out she basically looks like a gingerbread man with very large fists, she decides to stick with the dessert theme and go for Buttercream, as her 'hair' sort of resembles it.

-The 'hair' is actually more of a squishmallow texture, able to be squeezed and pressed down into various forms, but will eventually go back to its original shape if nothing is in its way (like a rubberband or hair net).

-Initially, Gangle, Kinger, and Pomni are a bit too afraid to approach Buttercream due to her initial violent outburst. Ragatha and Zooble are more understanding, though interact with caution. Jax is Jax, sometimes taking advantage of how small and easy to rile up Buttercream is for his own amusement.

-Down the line, Buttercream would most likely get along with Pomni and Gangle best. Pomni understands the frustration of believing there's an exit but it's not within reach, and Buttercream asserts herself as Gangle's protector of sorts in an effort to keep her comedy mask from being broken as often, to various degrees of effectiveness.

[lemon-3ds]

Cyclizar my love,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

[shhhh-baby-is-studying]

So I only have one picture today because I forgot to take others. I feel so much better today and I was super productive! I think by Monday I'll be all caught up on school stuff! Yippee! Anyways! Here's some bio notes!

Productive things I did today:

🩵 Finished my math homework

💙 finished a bio assignment, an inverted lecture, and took notes

🩵 made a study plan for the math test I have coming up

💙 folded all my hoodies

🩵 Cleaned my desk

Call me butter because I'm on a roll boys! Let's go!

[sapphic-theatre-fan]

we haven't really talked recently which sucks bc ur super cool, perhaps 💌? also i am passing you a note on a piece of paper folded into quarters that says would u like to talk yes/no

The color yellow and linguistics!! Also I am circling yes in glitter gel pen

[hellfiredarling]

Been having thoughts about the Batfams different hobbies and I can't stop thinking about cozy rainy afternoons in the manor with everyone sitting around doing their own lil crafts/hobbies I feel like Jason crochets and/or knits (Babs taught him how to knit). And he's really good at sewing and can do pretty intricate embroidery. He and Alfred used to/sometimes still do sit around and mend clothes/costumes and talk about their lives and whatever else. Damian obviously likes to draw and paint. Sometimes Duke will join him (not because he's particularly amazing at it but because he enjoys just chilling). Tim is a sucker for puzzles of all kinds and I think that speaks for itself. Sometimes Dick or Bruce will pop in and help him unprompted (Tim pretends to be mad about it) Cass, Babs and Steph will sit around for HOURS doing those really intricate coloring books and they'll shade and highlight and everything. The table is completely covered with colored pencils, crayons, gel pens, you name it.

[yutaan]

A papercraft of the ever-amazing @varethane's FFXIV character, Sorrel! Thane mentioned this as being a particular favorite outfit for him and my brain immediately went DING over that cute bow, knowing I had some striped twine that would work perfectly for it - but then I couldn't find it anywhere! I ended up improvising with some silver twine that I touched up with a red gel pen, which worked better than I'd hoped. ..........and then guess what I found immediately after finishing this piece. ( -_- ) Oh well! This solution worked perfectly well, and in the future I'll keep better track of the art supplies I need for Sorrel's accessories!

[ur-fav-inactive-writer]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Klaus Hargreeves x Sister!Reader

Summary; Most people hate their siblings. This is not the case for two of the Hargreeves. A big brother, his baby sister, and a whole load of chaos.

CW: cringy tries at inserting lyrics, swearing, a bit angsty, mention of drugs, bad writing ig, not proofread

WC: 1908

On an early Saturday morning, the Hargreeves' children were awoken by Pogo. They were all fourteen at this point and were used to being awoken early in the morning to do training. They reached for their training gear, but Pogo stopped them.

"Ah, actually, today your father needs to discuss and announce something, so training is delayed for the hour" All the Hargreeves children were confused, but dressed themselves and lined up in the living area. Their father came into the room and, to their surprise, was holding a small infant. They gasped in surprise, staring at the child. "Children, this is number 8. They, like you, have powers. They have the ability of water manipulation, and I will be raising them alongside you."

They all stared at the child, taking in their features and their peaceful expression. Klaus stared at them; he felt a strange connection to this kid. Reginald placed the child into a bassinet and left the room, and ordered the siblings to get back to training. They all wanted to stay for a moment and process what was going on, but Grace shooed them out of the room. Klaus stepped outside so his mother would get off his back but went back into the living area once she'd left. With shaking hands, he reached for the baby. He gently picked up the child, and her eyes fluttered open and stared at Klaus. Her expression changed to one of confusion, and Klaus panicked, thinking she would begin to cry. Much to Klaus' surprise, the baby began to giggle. At that moment, Klaus just knew he'd have a special bond with that little girl.

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*4 Years Later*

Klaus really did love her. He did. But not even his love for her could make him stand the thought of spending a second longer in that house with his cruel father. He felt terrible. Most of the Hargreeves' children had left home already, moving out and pursuing a new life. Klaus had held off on this for a while, wanting to stay for (Y/N). But he just couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to stay and protect her, she still had at least twelve more years here, and God knows what their father would do with her once none of her siblings could defend her. After the fight Klaus had with his father, though, he couldn't stand the thought of staying in that house anymore. He felt horrible, he couldn't leave without a goodbye, but you were nowhere to be found at that point, likely somewhere with Grace. He sighed, collecting a few of his things that he didn't mind leaving in your possession. He grabbed a photo of the two of you from his nightstand. The photograph captured one of you and Klaus' many good memories. In the photo, you were on Klaus' bed. Klaus was tickling you, and you were laying on the bed, shrieking, giggling, and kicking. You had a bright grin, and Klaus was looking up at you with pure adoration in his eyes. He felt tears swell in his eyes, reminiscing on that precious moment, but he blinked them away. He grabbed your favourite glittery gel pen and began to write on the back of the photo.

Dear (Y/N/N), I'm sorry, but I have to go. You need to know that I still love you, though. You're the most amazing little sister in the world, and I'm gonna miss you. I'm sorry for leaving you but I can't stay any longer. I'll see you soon, sunshine. I'm gonna miss you so much.

- Klausy"

He felt horrible for leaving the poor girl behind; she was so small and vulnerable. He'd come back for her someday. He put his things into a pile and left the photo and note on her bed. A tear rolled down his cheek as he went to leave your room. Just before he left, he grabbed one of your stuffed animals. You and Klaus always played with it when you were little. He shoved into his bag and walked out of your room. He shut the door, climbed out his window, and didn't return to the Hargreeves' mansion for years.

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*12 years later*

You were 16 by now. It had been a long time since you'd seen any of your siblings, and you missed them dearly. You hadn't seen or heard from Klaus since he left that note on your bed. It broke your heart when he left, he was your best friend. You still had all your brothers belongings that he left in your room and kept whatever he left in his bedroom. You were 4 when he left and had grown a ton since he had left. It had been 4 years since you had seen any of your siblings. The last one of your siblings you saw was Luther before he went to the moon, even then, he didn't ever talk to you much. You liked watching the news or movies to see your sister, Allison, or your brother, Viktor, or even your other brother, Diego. Your father had recently passed away, and you were devastated. He was a cruel, cruel man, but he was still your father. However, this meant a funeral would be held.

You prayed that Klaus would come to it, wanting nothing more than to see your favourite brother again. It was finally the day of the funeral. You changed into your black dress, with tights and your black converse. You got dressed and applied your makeup before heading downstairs. There was a knock on the door, and you ran down the stairs to answer it. Your eyes blew wide to see it was Klaus. You went to leap on him, but he stopped you. His eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed out of it. You quickly realised that he was on drugs and likely didn't recognise you, considering how much you had grown up since he last saw you.

"Klausy?" You said quietly, in shock. He stared at you, perplexed, until he remembered that nickname. "Oh (Y/N/N)!" He shrieked and hugged you tightly. "Oh, how I missed you, sunshine!" You smiled happily and hugged your brother back tightly. It was weird to see him now, he looked so different. But it had been 12 years of no contact, and you also looked drastically different, so you couldn't say much.

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*a few hours later*

You had spent your last few hours greeting your other siblings and doing other random things but spent the majority of it bonding with Klaus. He was amazed at how grown up you now were and felt a pang of guilt, knowing he missed all of your childhood. You both went over what you had been up to for those past few years and Klaus listened intently to every word you said.

It was nearly time for the funeral when you heard something outside. Everyone rushed outside, and you saw something that looked like a bright blue portal. You stared in confusion, hidden behind your brothers. Much to your surprise, a boy (who looked a couple years younger than you) fell from the portal. All your siblings seemed shocked to see him, as if they knew him, but didn't expect him to be there. He looked somewhat familiar, but you couldn't put your finger on it.

"Does anyone else see little number Five? Or is that just me..?" Klaus said, unsure if the drugs were causing him to see things.

The boy looked around, staring at the faces of his siblings. "Shit."

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You had now properly introduced yourself to Five and realised where you recognised him from. He was in the painting over the mantel. He knew of your existence from Viktor's book but was somewhat glad to formally meet you. It was now time for the funeral... it didn't exactly go down well. Diego made some ballsy remark, and it all kicked off. Him and Luther began to shove each other. You watched, eyes blown wide. You were stood with Klaus underneath his pink umbrella. Klaus watched as they fought, pushing you behind him and putting his arm out in front of you. Your breath hitched, you were scared at the sight. Klaus encouraged the fight until he saw your reaction. He covered your eyes, "Oh cmon, not in front of the kid!" As the words fell from his mouth, they crashed into Ben's statue. You heard the crash and Allison bluntly say 'Well, there goes Ben's statue.' Klaus did enjoy watching fights but wanted you away from the scene.

You sat down on the sofa, shaken by the scene. You knew Diego was violent and ballsy but you never expected him to do such things. You were staring into space, paying no attention to your surroundings until you felt the sofa dip beside you. You turned your head to see Klaus. "Hey sunshine, so much for a funeral, huh?" He laughed breathily, taking a puff of his cigarette. You looked down, Klaus noticing your dejected state. He put an arm around her. "Cmon, sunshine, no need to get down about it, they're just moody old men. They'll be fine." You smiled softly up at your brother and he grinned at you.

"There's that smile, huh." He said, attempting to make your smile even wider by tickling you. You began to shriek and giggle as he poked at your ribs. He laughed softly, remembering the picture he had left on your bed all those years ago. The memory was bittersweet, he loved it but couldn't help but associate it with abandoning you all.those years ago. He vowed to never leave you like that ever again.

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*dallas, texas, 1963*

It had been a while since you ended up in Dallas, after going through that portal. Luckily for you, you landed with your big sister, Allison. She took you under her wing, allowing you to live with her. She told Ray that you were 16 and just looked a bit old for your age and that she had you when she was in her teens. Ray loved her and believed it, he accepted you as his own daughter. But nothing made you stop missing your big brother. Allison sent you to school in order to not arouse suspicion. You weren't the biggest fan, but it helped you to keep your cover. One day, you'd had a pretty shitty day and stormed into the house. You hoped to collapse onto the sofa and just lay there. As you slammed the front door you heard a man's voice as well as Allison's. You peeked into the living room, seeing Klaus. "Klaus?!" He looked up at you, "Oh, sunshine! Just the girl I wanted to see!" He leapt up from the sofa, taking you into his embrace. Allison smiled, opting to leave you two to have a moment. He pulled away, wanting to see how much you'd grown since you last saw each other but noticed your tear-stained cheeks and red eyes. "Whoa, whoa, woah, what happened to you sunshine?"

"N-nothing, it's fine." You sniffled, averting your gaze to the floor. "Talk to me, what's going on?" With this, your eyes teared up again, and you broke down crying, explaining what had happened. Klaus held you, stroking your hair and consoling you. "It's gonna be okay sunshine, you should know I'll be there for you." You smiled up at him weakly, and he dried one of your tears. "If we have each other, we'll both be fine." He said with a soft smile.

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A/N: I'm aware this is a bit shit but im js tryna get back into writing so i tried this out :) hope you like reading it <3

TAGLIST: @book-place @shefollowedthestars

[mastermagician332]

After watching @redskoollovr 's amazing stream making their own nametag, I caved and made one for myself based on @bamsara 's adorable design.

Craft foam + nametag from my actual job + paint + glitter + glitter gel pens = a tribute to my all time favorite FNaF artist!

[salvadorbonaparte]

Stationery brands that are actually worth the money

As a working class student, I often don't have the budget to buy the trendy, big name stationery. Every once in a while, I manage to try out the products people are swearing on. Some of them have been pretty disappointing and some of them have been amazing. Here are the ones that have been worth it, at least for me.

Zebra Midliner - When it comes to highlighters you can definitely use the cheap no name ones but I found Zebra Midliners are not just an aesthetic option, they actually do have mild ink that doesn't damage my notebook or textbook pages and the colours are really pleasant. I also like their Sarasa gel pens. A cheaper alternative that also works is Frixion highlighters, they have a different texture because they are erasable but they're very mild and come in light colours too

Midori Paper - Holy shit this is the best paper I ever wrote on! Beautifully smooth paper, almost no pens smear or bleed through, the grid is light blue so it doesn't distract from the writing, there's a mark every 10 lines to make counting easier, they also come with lines, dots etc but I personally swear on grid paper

Tombow Fudesunoke Double Sided Grey-Black Brush Pen - I have some of the Tombow ABT brush pens for art reasons (different from study related stationery imo) and they're good but the double sided brush pen is so good I want to eat it, it's the perfect size for writing or drawing, the ink is beautiful and it doesn't smear or bleed, it lasts a surprisingly long time without drying out or the tip losing quality (unlike the ABT brush pens tbh)

Leuchtturm 1917 - I feared Leuchtturm would be a disappointment like Moleskine was (which is so bad don't buy them) but I am on my second bullet journal by Leuchtturm (2020 to Early 2023 and now Early 2023 to god knows when), they have a pocket, plenty of pages with good quality (not as good as midori but good for a bullet journal), two bookmarks

[prettygirlmjmjmj]

How to study like Rory Gilmore

Gilmore girls is one of my favourite autumn shows (especially the earlier seasons!). I love the cozy, comforting vibes of the show and especially admire Rory's dedication to her schoolwork. So here are some study tips!

Take notes. Rory is well known for her ability to remember facts and information and good notes will help you do that! Take care to write down important information, use highlighters and gel pens, look up note inspiration on Pinterest and add to your notes after class to make them more detailed.

Create a routine. Rory loves her routine and always sticks to it. When you get home from school or before school, start your study routine. Being consistent will help you to take the time to study and make it a little easier as it becomes a habit instead of something you have to force yourself to do.

Read a lot! Rory loves reading and reads voraciously and so should you. Even if it's not relevant to your subject, reading is a great thing to get into. Reading improves your vocabulary, helps you become a better writer and is just fun and relaxing.

Use flashcards. Rory uses flashcards and they are a great way of quickly memorising information in an easy and understandable way. Writing and using flashcards is a super good study method. They're easy to take with you, something you can do in between classes or with a friend/family member.

Make sure you have a defined reason for studying. Why are you studying? Do you want the best grades, to get into a good university, to learn more or to get a good job? Find your why and try making a vision board of what you'll achieve. Use that to motivate you and encourage you to consistently study.

Keep your study space clean. If you study in your bedroom, open your curtains, make your bed, put your books away and keep your desk clean. A tidy study place will help to keep you focused and free from distractions.

Make sure to take breaks so you can have something to eat. Rory and Lorelai love food (for obvious reasons, the food in Stars Hollow looks amazing). Rory knows the importance of taking time to nourish your body and help you focus on your studies. Try eating 'brain foods' like wholegrains, eggs, leafy greens and chicken.

Make sure to have hobbies and activities outside of school. Rory knows the value of taking time for herself and getting involved with her community. Whether she's hanging out with her friends or getting involves with clubs, Rory takes time away from studying to relax and refresh. Studying 24/7 will leave you feeling burnt out and tired, so put the flashcards down and get outside for a little!

Try and create a nice atmosphere. Light a candle, put on a cute jumper, make yourself a nice drink, get a water bottle, grab your prettiest pens and get comfortable. Feeling comfy will help you relax and study for longer.

Thank you for reading! All my love, mj.

[potato-lord-but-not]

I've been seeing a lot of your art through the tournament and it's so so amazing! Do you mind if I ask what mediums you work with in the multi-pannal peices?

Glad you’re enjoying it!! And I assume you’re talking about the ode to hunger/intimacy pieces, which I used what I always use! Alcohol markers, colored pencil on occasion, and a white gel pen for highlights!

[emyluwinter]

Yuu and magic formulas.

I've had an idea in my head for quite a long time about what Yuu sees magic formulas around? Due to the fact that they have never encountered magic ever in their lives, (neither their ancestors and other genetic chain. ) Is it possible to assume that Yuu feels magic more subtly than the others in TWST? From this we can conclude that the "sounds of ink dripping" for Yuu are heard more clearly and they feel perhaps the smell or taste of ink in their mouth? As if you were trying to resuscitate a rod from a gel/ballpoint pen by blowing air into the rod through your mouth. And everything went wrong and now you have to spit out ink in your mouth. Please just take another rod Also a great helper for other students when they do not notice the clouding of their magic stones, and the Prefect points it out.

Somewhere the magic formulas look more detailed and clear for Yuu, at some points they are blurred and written so illegibly that even with all their stubbornness they are not able to.With ancient or more complex magic, formulas look like an overlay of one on another, which makes it difficult to make out at least one symbol that does not intersect with another.

In addition, based on the Masquerade event, there was a thing with which the magic formula was directly connected. And! It could have been changed!! What is even more curious. How does the magic formula change?

Can Yuu see how magic flows through the magic formula in objects? Let's say yes. And this is such an amazing opportunity for the Prefect to earn some pocket money!

Yuu is a girl here.

When Yuu was able to discover an interesting feature of magic formulas, in the form of magic flowing through symbols and pointers, her torment in solving some problems finally came to an end.

She repeatedly pointed out to classmates or Ace and Deuce and Grim that "the formula will not work", focusing on the symbol or pointer that creates an error, which is why all the magic spell contained in the formula is tangled like a ball of thread after playing 10 cats with it.

Additional classes with teachers after classes in order to catch up with their classmates gave some advantage in the basics and the base, which some students either lacked, or was very superficial. Because of what all their efforts went down the drain. Teachers in general were not against these small "error analysis", because it was more like a repetition of the material passed, rather than cheating. In addition, the students tried to cooperate with each other, which only pleased the teachers. For a teacher of magical analysis, it was fascinating to study with Yuu. She was interested in everything and she did not think from the point of view of a "magician" She had to get out of it, and improvise based on the experience around her. Unfortunately, it was difficult for Grimm to grasp and learn everything, but he still tried to keep up with Yuu. As a homeroom teacher for Yuu, Crewel was glad to hear a few words of praise from another Professor about the diligence and perseverance of their puppies.

-That's where you have a hole. You indicate a twist for the direction, but put a blocking sign in front of it. …and here. You point the water at the ground. In this amount, you will just make a puddle and dirt around.

-Yuu and will you look here?

Taking the scroll with the drawing, Yuu unfolds and takes out a small magnifying glass to see more precisely the direction of magic. She needed "someone to activate" the formula otherwise she wouldn't see anything.Just a pinch of magic and some mistakes were too obvious. Without magic, it was nothing more than a set of ink on paper.

-There's a mistake here. You write about boiling water, but with such a ratio of pointers, your water simply evaporates before reaching the final part.

-Prefect, what about me?

-Deuce, you don't even need to activate the formula, everyone will see that… you put too much pressure on the paper and overkill with pointers. Write a draft first with a pencil, not a pen….

Due to some "influence" (sad experience) with Azul, Yuu decided to take some money from students for consultation.

At first, only students from the first year turned to Yuu to help draw a more accurate drawing, deal with pointers or a symbol. Check whether the spell will work or come up with something non-standard. Her prices were very tolerable, the timing was quite fast and she did her job efficiently and responsibly.

Senior students asked Yuu to make drawings for their course or test papers, with a bunch of thin lines and other details. Some students simply did not have the strength, time, or desire to mess around with all this.

Soon Yuu had to raise his prices due to the huge amount of work.

During one of the breaks, Azul witnessed a very interesting conversation.

A group of undergraduates surrounded the Prefect in one of the corridors, preventing her from passing or escaping. Looking at the rather formidable and serious appearance of the students, Azul pretended to check something in his notes. To intervene if the situation goes according to plan and Yuu owed them for the rescue. Azul would not be the owner of his own business if he relied only on luck.

-So… what do you say about the price? One of the students asked, looking at Yuu. Meanwhile, the Prefect was skimming through the list -an "Order" for her according to drawings and paintings of magic formulas.A fairly extensive notebook with a bunch of tasks and goals to complete. It was easier to estimate how much time and effort it would take.

-It's quite a lot of work..if the deadlines are tight, I just won't make it on time. - Always honestly answering that she would not make it on time, the students understood how much Yuu could do, and which one would not take even for the largest amount.

-Can we agree on the price?

Suddenly, some kind of enthusiastic light flashes in Yuu's eyes and she enthusiastically tweets the following

-If you all chip in for my thermal underwear, I'll take the order!

For the first time in his life, Ashengrotto felt like all the air in his lungs was knocked out with just one phrase. He had to cough violently to restore the rhythm of breathing. There was an awkward silence among the students surrounding Yuu.

-T… thermal underwear?

The students muttered squeakily, thinking about something of their own and trying to hide their treacherously red faces.

-Yep! At night, after all … - Yuu immediately looks at the guys with suspicion, quickly understanding why they are so quiet and look very confused. Some covered their faces with their hand so as not to burn so much.

-Boys, these are ordinary pajamas with a turtleneck and pants, and not what you were thinking there…Turn off your rich imagination, please, and focus. - Yuu grumbled and snorted with displeasure, looking at the students. -Y-yes, of course…. -But why do you need it? -It's cold in the dorm at night. Everything freezes even under a warm blanket and with Grimm in the heater mode. I need 6 sets. - complaining about her very deplorable situation with a very limited budget, the Prefect thought that it might be worth taking a couple of hundred madols more to take something else from her shopping list.

-6?!so much??

-2 for Vargas lessons. 2 for everyday wear, and 2 more for sleeping. If I take one, it will get very busy and become dirty.

-It makes sense.

-Oh… uh… Yuu?And where exactly did you find this thermal underwear?I would buy this for my sister, she always freezes at home and at school.

-Let me show you a model. There are for different types of figures and ages.

Taking out her phone and finding the right site, Yuu showed what she asked other students about. A simple, plain set similar to the most ordinary warm pajamas.

Never in his life has Azul been able to forget this most stupid conversation with the most ridiculous deal in his life. With this money, you could buy a whole rack of clothes of very tolerable quality! What infuriated him more was that Yuu had created her own small business right under his nose!! And by the way, he can do everything 8 times faster. And get a bigger profit than she did in a week!

[itsvickytoria]

Eddie's Secret Admirer

Eddie isn't sure when he started getting the notes. Sure, he'd been used to finding notes in his locker, but they're all for scheduling a drug deal. So when he first opened a note written with a pink gel pen, and some of the prettiest handwriting he’d ever seen; he thinks there must be a mistake. All the note says is "your hair looks so soft and beautiful today". But he keeps the note anyways.

It's written on this really nice paper, the handwriting is beautiful, it's a compliment, and it actually smells really good. He didn't notice at first but it smells of citrus and vanilla. It now lives in the breast pocket of his leather jacket.

But then, the very next week, he gets another note. "Your eyes are like warm pools of chocolate.” It's the same paper, same handwriting, and same citrus and vanilla scent. The i's are dotted with hearts again and signed with an 86.

He realizes that it is intentional, this note and the first were put in his locker, for him. The blush that creeps up on his face roots all the way down his chest.

The second note he puts in the nicest shoebox he has in his bedroom, he thinks the note deserves its own place.

He gets a second note that week. "I promised myself I'd only leave you one note a week but your speech at lunch today really inspired me.”

At least now he knows whoever this is from has lunch with him.

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His box smells of citrus and vanilla; it's started permeating through his room. Even Wayne started to notice; he had condoms thrown at him and a "it's okay if you have girls over son, just be safe.”

At least his uncle left it at that. Dustin , on the other hand.

Eddie has made the mistake of leaving his jacket in the Hellfire room for a quick bathroom break. The kid wanted to grab an extra die and found his first note instead.

Dustin at least has the decency to wait and bring it up while it’s just the two of them in his van. After being peppered with questions, his little sheep decided that it was his goal to find whoever was leaving these notes.

He gets four more notes before Dustin comes huffing at him in frustration.

"It's like they're a ghost! I got here early at seven a.m. and didn't see anyone. I stayed until five and didn't see anyone! And the signature? An 86?! There are 86's everywhere!" This only made Dustin more determined and driven to find whoever was leaving the notes.

By mid-November he got a note that read "You know, you're not what I thought you'd be like. You're more amazing than you realize." He knows how he looks to the cliques of the school. A delinquent, trailer trash, druggie, a failure, waste of space, waste of time.

But this note, no, these notes, made him feel good. Like someone wanted him there, like he wasn't a waste of space, or a waste of time, or just some drugged out super senior.

Eddie is desperate to know who’s peppering him in these compliments and heartfelt confessions. He has someone he wants the notes to be from. But it's an unreasonable wish. She's out of his league and in a relationship.

Whoever this is, now knows his locker code. It's not hard to guess, it's just 6-6-6. He keeps his lunchbox on him at all times so there's nothing in his locker but old notebooks.

Now along with notes, he finds small treats waiting for him. A box of M&Ms with an additional note on them saying "just as sweet as you.”

It’s Eddie's new favorite part of the day. The notes still only come twice a week, but it isn’t always on the same days. He doesn't think his attendance has ever been this good before.

His teachers definitely notice the difference, thinking. They thought he’s finally serious about passing and putting in effort. His science teacher asks him to stay after class and announces that because Eddie is finally ready to really try, she's set him up with a tutor, whom he’ll be meeting three times a week during study hall.

His tutor is none other than Chrissy Cunningham, the girl he's had a small crush on since the middle school talent show. With her warm smile and oversized pompoms she waved around during the talent show, cheering the loudest for his band after they finished their piece, it felt like she was his own personal cheerleader.

Eddie knows he was screwed before tutoring even started, when he entered the empty classroom that'd been designated as their tutoring room. He sees her, all soft florals, bright smile, and shining eyes, ande knows he’ll never be able to come back from whatever ledge he just fell over.

If he’s disappointed by her cotton candy scent when he sits down he wouldn't tell a soul; not even Dustin. He knows it’s impossible that it's her but a sliver of him still had hope.

She’s an amazing tutor. Patient, smart, explaining the topic in such a way that Eddie understands. She even lets him fidget, walk around, something all the teachers hated.

"I've read that some students have an easier time if they're allowed some sort of outlet. It allows you to focus more. I'm going to ask the teacher if she'd let you try it like this for a test." Chrissy was doing all of this for him , some nobody.

It works, Chrissy worked whatever magic she has over the teacher (who doesn’t she have control over? The whole school eats out of her palm) and got him the opportunity to do his next test in a separate classroom that he was allowed to fidget and walk around in.

Eddie is more surprised about the results of his test than Chrissy. He got a 71%, that's the highest grade he's ever gotten in science. From now until the end of the year, he's allowed to take all of his tests in another room. Apparently the word had spread to other teachers and they banded together for Eddie to have his own test classroom.

His grades are rising and he spends more and more time with Chrissy. He likes to think he knows her pretty well now.

She has a habit of blushing and biting her lip when he smirks at her, she can’t hold eye contact for too long, she seems to relax as soon as she enters their classroom, her eyes light up when she sees him in the halls, she loves to babble on about topics she found interesting, she shows interest in D&D, sometimes her eyes study his face always ending their gaze at his lips. He doesn't think he'll ever be able to like another woman the same way.

None of this means anything though. Chrissy is a nice girl, she's nice to everyone, and wants to make people feel included. He can't help but feel special the way she looks at him. He knows he shouldn't because this is just who Chrissy is. Eddie needs to shake these thoughts from his head.

And he’s able to, he finds his new note in his locker. A smile graces his face before he even opened it. And when he does, the air in his lungs is sucked out of him.

"I've been yearning for you from afar. My heart jumps when I think of you. I don't think I've ever felt this way. Utterly in love." His heart is hammering, he feels loved and wanted. He feels a tinge of guilt: he loves Chrissy the same way his admirer loves him.

He gets the note before the tutoring session with Chrissy. She has worn her hair down today, the red in her hair glowing because of the sun, cotton candy perfume hit his nose as he walked in.

She’s fidgeting today, it’s not like she hasn’t done it before but it heppens when he has snacks out. He learned early on during their sessions that Chrissy is bad about eating. The more he watched her in the lunchroom the more he worried. It looked like she never ate.

He made it his goal to be as nonchalant as possible when he got snacks out during their tutoring time. He simply lays them on the desk, opens them, eats a few here and there and offers Chrissy to have some at any time. It worked, she was a grazer much like himself. Eddie even packs healthier treats to share with her. His train of thought is interrupted when she blurts out,

"I broke up with Jason!" Her face is bright red, her eyes won’t meet his. It’s quiet for a few beats, like his mind went blank. A smirk grows on his face.

"Well thank God. I think our Princess could do a hundred times better than some fake altar boy." She finally looks him in the eyes and gives a soft smile. She looks so proud of herself. He feels his heart soar with pride for her as well.

Somehow after she admits that to Eddie the air in the room feels heavier. They part ways from the tutoring room that day, giving each other an awkward wave goodbye.

Eddie feels giddier than he had in a long time. Chrissy is finally free from that asshole. He knows what Jason is capable of and he’s afraid that one day he’ll blow up and Chrissy will be at the end of his anger.

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At the next tutoring session, he arrives before Chrissy. Eddie hears the door shut behind him, Chrissy is a minute late and apologizes to him profusely. He turned around and his mouth went dry, she has her hair partially up with a red ribbon, a large cream sweater, and a short black skirt. She even has those cute socks on that go up to her knees. She looks beautiful, like she was glowing.

Eddie gives her a wave, unable to speak, and decides he should probably let himself breathe at some point. To calm himself down, he inhales, expecting that cotton candy scent to fill him. But instead he’s hit with the unmistakable scent of citrus and vanilla.

He chokes and lets out a cough to cover it up."You uh, you smell nice today." Wait, shit. "Not that you don't always smell nice, but it's a different scent!" he rambles out, hoping she doesn’t misunderstand. He has to ask her about the scent, maybe she and his admirer shop at the same store.

They get to studying. It’s almost winter break and first semester exams are coming up. Chrissy writes notes down next to Eddie for another class, using a red gel pen.

He does a double take. Her handwriting has always looked familiar but he was never able to put his nose on why. Wait a fucking second …

Stuffing a hand in his breast pocket he rips the note out and opens it. He grabs the notebook she was writing in and hears her protest die in her throat as she looks at him. He studies the note and her notebook. There’s no mistake, this is her handwriting.

Chrissy was leaving him notes this entire time?

Eddie turns towards her and is greeted with her side profile. The tips of her ears are beet red. He feels a blush bloom on his face and his heart palpitates in his chest, threatening to beat out.

"C-chrissy, look at me please." He didn't mean for it to sound so pitiful, but’s was so full of hope. She turns slowly towards him, her whole face as bright as firetruck and hands shaking softly.

He covers her hand with his,trying to relax her. She grips his hand, like it’s the only thing grounding her.

"Was it you?" he whispers. Unable to speak, she nods, tears springing from her eyes.

This woman, who he’s been crushing on since the middle school talent show, apparently feels the same for him. It’s almost unreal. He sees how scared she is, but to think that anyone would dare reject Chrissy Cunningham is beyond him.

"I-I’m sorry if I crossed any lines. I just couldn't hold it in anymore! You just inspire me so much and I wanted to make you happy,” she sobbed, the dam breaking.

Eddie wraps his arms around the girl and pulls her close, her head in the nook of his neck. Rubbing her back gently, he whispers reassuring words to her.

"You have no idea how much I hoped it was you, Chrissy. I didn't think it was ever possible. You were in a relationship and so out of my league.And learning that it was you right now? I don't think I've ever felt this happy. I feel like my heart is going to burst." To drive his point home he takes her hand and places it over his chest.

"I didn't know how else to tell you. And I used my favorite perfume. Jason only liked my cotton candy perfume." Eddie scowled, of course he'd tell her which perfume she couldn't wear. Oh he's going to love messing with Jason for payback. He’s no longer worried about the repercussions it’ll have on Chrissy, so he doesn’t have to hold back any longer.

"I love all of them and I've kept every single one.,” he confesses. Her stormy eyes meet his own, searching for more.

He leans in closer, peering down at her lips and dragging his gaze back up to her eyes, a silent question being asked. She nods her head softly, giving him permission.

Their lips meet in the middle. It feels like no other kiss he’s had before — soft, hesitant, and so full of love it’s almost overwhelming. His hand cradles her face, keeping his lips on her own as he tries to pour all his feelings into the kiss. It works because he feels her body relax more. Her hand holds the back of his head pressing him closer to her, deepening the kiss.

They part, faces flushed. It was such an innocent kiss, but their breath was taken away.

"Chrissy Cunningham, would you do me the honor of going on a date with me?"

"I'd love to, Eddie Munson."

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They've been dating for a few months now. Eddie enjoys sneaking into her room after her parents have gone to bed. Chrissy is in the shower when he enters, so he had the room to himself. On her desk is an open notebook, he recognized the pink gel writing and let his eyes wander over the page.

"I want to run my hands through your silky hair as your head lies in my lap. I'm humming along to a love song you let me play. You're telling me about your latest d&d campaign."

More and more notes like this in the notebook. He realizes that she had drafts of what she was going to say to him. Chrissy Cunningham is a nerd.

"Eddie, what're you looking at?! Stop!" Chrissy whisper-yelled at him, trying to take the notebook away. He distracts her with a sweet peck on the lips.

"Sweetheart, you wound me. I could've been getting these this whole time?"