#chicken scratches for letters 💀

[ohhcinnybuns]

Thinking about 15! Dazai today, and his first failed love confession…

Dazai had thought about it for a long time after countless sleepless nights, his words echoing in his head “that’s what makes me love you” confession. He couldn’t take it… Chuuya’s reaction wasn’t what he was looking for. What went wrong?

He thought and thought and thought, until he finally came to the conclusion that he didn’t approach Chuuya the right way, and that’s why Chuuya shut him down so quickly.

Maybe Chuuya wasn't the type to accept verbal confessions. Yeah, that’s it.

So, instead he tries a new tactic, and writes Chuuya a love letter, leaving it in his work locker, where he knows Chuuya goes every morning for his PM badge and uniform, and he waits.

When Chuuya comes around, Dazai is looking from around a corner, peeking from a trash can, waiting for Chuuya’s reaction. This time for sure Dazai’s love message will get through to him.

Chuuya picks up the letter, flips it over several times, and finally opens it to read it. Dazai’s heart is drumming because those are his feelings on paper, and he tries to tell his slug that he is pretty and that if he were a slug, Dazai would build him a terrarium, and well, it was all love at first sight.

It doesn’t take long for Chuuya to look the letter over, flip it over a couple more times, crumble it, and toss it into Dazai’s trash can, where Chuuya is staring at Dazai with his arms crossed.

Dazai is about to ask him what he thought about the letter when Chuuya beats him to it: “I can’t read chicken scratch, dumbass,” and walks away.

Dazai watches Chuuya’s retreating back with his mouth gaping. Maybe a fruit fly sneaked in while his jaw dropped because he stood frozen in shock for quite some time.

Chuuya didn’t reject him. To Dazai, Chuuya’s words were, “try again, dumbass.” So, he will. Dazai knows how to be persistent.

[connorsui]

HELLLOOO THE HANDWRITING ON GHOSTS BEING CURSIVE 🥺🩷🩷🩷!?!?

I ain't forgetting how soaps handwriting is basically chicken scratch but yall imagine if you get a love letter from these 3 and its fucking beautiful 💀💀🩷

Getting love from his boys! ❤️

(notes in more)

-I finished all reports, all they need is your signature (Ghost)

-Left a milk package in the desk drawer just in case 🧢 :) (Gaz)

-Expensive stuff, you better enjoy them! 🧼 (Soap)

[nuoc7mia]

funny enough, one of the best things to come out of journaling is the literal improvement in my handwriting

[sungbeam]

FORMULAS

non idol!jake x reader

0.5k words, fluff, math, flirting

a/n: legit stopped in the middle of doing calc just to write this i hate being so down bad for this man 💀

jakey: omg ur so cute

jakey: did u wrap this in ur calc hw?? 🤭

You laughed to yourself as you read over Jake's text messages and sent back a swift reply.

you: haha yep

Coincidentally, you were working on your calculus homework, something you dreaded. It wasn't that you hated doing the problems, per se—you actually grasped the concepts really well, especially with how your teacher taught it to you; the only thing you dreaded about it was when you didn't understand the language of the question or if the problems were super tedious and you couldn't just solve them in your head.

From your side, you heard your phone buzz low with another notification. Then another. And another. You knew Jake was texting you pictures and reactions to the package you sent over to him.

Ah, screw it.

You grabbed your phone and greedily opened the messages. It was Jake, pressing a white porcelain mug next to his handsome face. It reminded you of that one selfie he had once sent you of him and his dog Layla, and it made a smile bloom on your own face. The mug was a product of your idiocy and cheesiness—the side had a picture of you in a pair of tiny sunglasses and the words “Lucky to have this idiot as my best friend” printed on it.

jakey: ur a genius

you: i know 😎

After a couple more moments of you watching the three dots appear and disappear, he sent another picture. This one was a snapshot of a piece of the paper you had wrapped the mug in. Clearly he had tried to smooth it out, and despite all of the wrinkles, you could still make out your chicken scratch handwriting.

The day you wrapped Jake's present, you had been particularly pissed at differential equations; thus, that was what scored the entire paper now.

jakey: you did number five wrong

jakey: it's supposed to be -4e^2x, u can't keep the ±

you: ... bruh

jakey: yo is that a 6 or letter b???

You rolled you eyes, but you knew you couldn't help but smile wider. This was so utterly Jake of him.

you: can u stop insulting my math ability and compliment my gorgeous mug

jakey: first of all, what math ability?

jakey: second, yes, ur face is gorgeous

At the latter message, your face grew incredibly warm. Somehow, Jake Sim managed to make you flustered from all the way across the Pacific Ocean. You shouldn't be surprised, really.

you: ig that was smooth

jakey: u guess??? that's unfair sweetheart

you: UR unfair

jakey: yes, my godly good looks r pretty unfair

you: i’d respectfully argue against that claim

No, you didn't. You would respectfully support his claim, and maybe even respectfully stare at him all day if you could.

jakey: okay so i’m doing my chem lab right now and i have to come up with a hypothesis

you: ur taking chem?? i thought u were taking phys e+m?

jakey: humor me, sweetheart

you: okok sure whatever so hypothesis

jakey: if i called u on facetime and told u to ur face that i like you more than there are digits of pi, then...

you: i would...?

[jakey is calling you...]

jakey: shall we find out?

m.list

[waiting-on-a-dream]

noah sends letters to his mama every week, writing about events/things he thinks are worth of note... so, who's to say he wouldn't mention zoya in them? she's noteworthy in his eyes, after all 👀 and i inserted a hint of 'person A looks more beautiful in person B's perspective' trope here~ i hope you're having a lovely day, aurie! - bree <3

Noah clears his throat bashfully, "Zoya. Here, have this." On his palm lies a golden bracelet decorated with seashells carved into intricate forest green leaves, a color that is strikingly similar to the panther girl's own eyes.

There is a layer of red coating his cheeks as he averts his eyes to the side, unable to meet Zoya's gaze.

"It's a handmade trinket by my Mama. I... may have mentioned you here and there in my letters to her. And now, she is fussing over you." Noah all but admits that with a frustrated sigh, yet the expression on his face looks more embarrassed than anything.

"Sorry if the colours aren't to your liking. I didn't know your favorite color..." Noah scratches the back of his neck, a sign of nervousness and giddiness rumbling in his chest that he wishes to cover up.

"So, I told Mama that your eyes remind me of a forest and emerald gems. And this is what she sent me today," quite the detailed comparison he has there. People might say that emerald gems are an exaggeration but to Noah, Zoya's eyes always sparkle when he looks into them. So, can it really be considered an exaggeration?

"W-well, in any case, this is Mama's way of saying that she likes you. That's all."

Noah's words sound as if he's trying to brush this off as a trivial matter, yet why does he look so expectant at the same time?

The ship is sailing~! Also, the idea of these two being so flustered and awkward when giving each other gifts is sending me. 🤣💀 They're normally so confidant, but when it comes to matters like romance... @silvoila

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Zoya stares at the bracelet, awestruck, eyes widened and lips parted dumbfoundedly. She speechlessly stares for so long that she starts to make Noah more nervous than he already was.

"...If you don't like it-"

"I do like it!" She accidentally yelps, quickly taking the bracelet before Noah could chicken out and shove it in his pocket. Now that its safely in her grasp, she takes her time admiring it, running her finger over the intricate seashells.

"Its beautiful...She made this just because you said my eyes reminded you a forest and emerald gems?" Despite her teasing words, her tone comes out more shy than anything.

Something tells her that Noah's beloved Mama doesn't make bracelets for just anyone, that this was a special gift to be treasured, and her heart flutters at the thought.

"Thank you," she smiles giddily, clutching the bracelet to her chest. "I've never...received something so beautiful before."

Her mom is going to bounce off the walls once she hears about this.