#pen spinning tutorial

[goingmoa]

chronically offline

pairing: physics nerd!jake x fem!reader

summary: jake is strong in physics, but struggles when it comes to keeping up with internet culture. lucky for him, you can teach him a thing or two about it.

genre: fluff, two smart idiots in love

warnings: reader gets hit on by a guy who doesn't get the hint that she's uninterested, but jake swoops in just in time

word count: ~3.4k

author's note: my first fic!! i wanted to treat my jake biased bestie with a fluffy read, and i hope this delivered! i had a lot of fun writing this LOL ~~ please feel free to let me know what you think!

The physics department is musty in that specific, clinical way only old university buildings know how to be – too drafty, too bright, and somehow suffocating and drab all at the same time. You step in wearily, pulling the cuffs of your hoodie sleeves over your hands to rub the sleep out of your eyes. It was eight in the morning, so you were expecting the place to be empty. Almost no one comes to these optional tutorials.

Except, apparently, for him.

Jake, one of your classmates, is already there, one leg bouncing lightly under the desk, chin resting on his hand as he squints at the problem set like it personally insulted him. His laptop is open, his screen displaying neatly organized notes with colour-coded bookmarks. You spot a sticky note stuck to the edge of his screen.

Remember: you're NOT dumb!! Just confused (temporarily). A wonkily drawn smiley face grins beside it.

You stifle a laugh. Cute.

"Is this seat taken?" you ask, gesturing to the chair across from him.

He glances up, blinking once as if it takes him a second to recalibrate to human interaction. Then he smiles, slow and lopsided, shaking his head. "Nope. You're good."

You plop yourself into the chair and start unpacking your stuff. Jake goes back to his worksheet.

For about three minutes, the only sound is the scratching of pens on paper and the occasional sigh of defeat, mostly from Jake's direction.

"If this vector projection were a person, I'd square up with it in a parking lot." he mutters, mostly to himself.

You snort. "At this rate, I fear it may have the upper hand."

He lifts his head, surprised but amused to hear your little quip. "Oh ye of little faith."

"You know," you say, tapping your pencil thoughtfully against your cheek. "If you really want to cause some damage, you should hit it with a force equal and opposite to its own."

Jake blinks.

Then he laughs, and it's bright, warm, and a little surprised, like the sound suddenly snuck up on him. He leans back in his chair, shaking his head.

"Wow. Did you just weaponize Newton's Third Law?"

"Maybe. Keeps the course interesting, don't you think?" you shrug, grinning.

He looks at you for a moment, still smiling, something unreadable flickering across his face.

"Honestly? I haven't enjoyed physics this much all semester." he admits.

You raise an eyebrow. "What, because it finally came with bad jokes?"

“Nah,” he murmurs, twirling his pen between his fingers with lazy precision. “Because apparently, it comes with you.”

You blink, caught off guard, your gaze trailing from the spinning pen to his eyes, which were entirely too focused on you.

He clears his throat, eyes widening a bit in alarm.

“Sorry, that sounded smoother in my head. I’m Jake, by the way. I don’t think we’ve officially met.”

You glance up at him, mind still reeling. You’re not sure if you’re more confused or flustered – honestly, probably both – but the flicker of something warm and fluttery in your chest is quick, insistent. You ignore it. Now isn’t the time to go unpacking whatever that is.

Jake’s pen spins a little faster now, the movement noticeably less casual, and he’s chewing the inside of his cheek like he’s already regretting every word that just left his mouth.

He looks so embarrassed that you decide to spare him the added awkwardness, pretending not to notice and offering him an easy out.

“I know,” you say, your voice thankfully sounding steadier than you feel. “You’re always here early. Kind of hard to miss.”

And it's true, you had noticed him before. More than once.

He was always there when you walked in, tucked into the same spot, neat notes, brows furrowed in deep concentration. Quiet, but focused. Kind of effortless in that way some people are without realizing it. And yeah, you always thought he was attractive.

There were a few times you considered pretending not to know how to solve a problem just to have an excuse to ask him for help… but you would always snap yourself out of it before you did something you might regret. You were not about to play dumb just to get a guy's attention – even one with annoyingly good hair and a face so distractingly beautiful that it could ruin anyone's GPA.

Besides, you could handle physics just fine – more than fine, honestly. You had a knack for it, a natural instinct for numbers and patterns and solving for things people didn't always see. But you kept your head down and stayed out of the spotlight. You were more comfortable being the person people underestimated, letting your exam score speak for themselves.

So yeah, you had noticed Jake. And sure, maybe you had imagined talking to him once or twice.

But you kept your curiosity to yourself. Until now.

"I guess I like the quiet." he states sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

You respond by introducing yourself, and he says your name like it's something new and delicate. Like it's something worth remembering. You try not to overthink how much you like hearing it roll off his tongue.

“So,” you say, taking a sip from your drink and squinting at him playfully over the rim of your tumbler. “You must have a thing for fluorescent lighting.”

Jake shrugs, the motion a little shy, like he’s used to defending habits he can’t quite explain. “I just like having time to set up.”

“Interesting. Most people I know would rather rot in bed doom-scrolling than show up early to a physics tutorial.” You tilt your head, pretending to analyze him.

He blinks once, confused. “Doom... scroll?”

You pause, lowering your cup. “Wait. Don’t tell me. You don’t have TikTok, do you?”

“Should I?” he asks, looking genuinely uncertain.

You stare at him for a beat, then dramatically slap a hand over your mouth.

“Chronically early and chronically offline?” you gasp. "We've got a rare case here."

Jake laughs, and the motion sends a few loose strands of hair falling across his forehead. Your fingers twitch, resisting the ridiculous urge to brush them back in place.

“You make it sound like a condition.” he chuckles.

You raise your eyebrows, mock-serious. “It is a condition. I’m pretty sure you qualify for observation.”

"Chronically offline?" Jake repeats, furrowing his own brows.

"Oh no." you say, mock-horrified. "It's worse than I thought."

He laughs again, and oh. That’s when it really hits you, just how down bad you were. Because apparently, all it takes is one laugh to completely short-circuit your brain. “You’re making it sound like an actual medical condition.”

“It is,” you say solemnly. “I diagnosed you just now. You’ve got stage four meme deficiency.”

Jake grins and leans forward, elbows resting casually on the table, closing the distance just enough to make your pulse stutter.

“Is there a cure?” he inquires, playing along.

“Lucky for you, I’m the internet incarnate. Stick with me and we’ll fix you up in no time.” ypu smirk, lips quriking up at the corners.

“Good,” he says, and his eyes catch yours, lingering a second too long, like he’s testing the waters.

“I think I’m ready for treatment.”

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The weeks pass by like pages in a physics notebook – messy, a little chaotic, and filled with things only the two of you would understand.

You start calling it Meme Therapy. Jake calls it “physically and emotionally enlightening.”

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WEEK ONE

Jake is sitting in his usual spot with two coffees. He sips on one of them, extending the other shyly towards you as you approach the table. “I figured this might be part of my treatment plan.”

You thank him before accepting it.

“Caffeine and mild chaos?”

“Exactly.” he confirms, his eyes twinkling.

You sit in front of him again, scrolling through your shared Google Doc titled Chronically Offline: Jake’s Guide to Surviving the Internet.

There’s a new section waiting for you: Eras, Vibes and Cores Explained (A Visual Guide) – complete with wildly inaccurate frogcore diagrams and a chaotic collage of TikToks Jake clearly does not understand.

You turn your laptop screen towards him, pointing to something on the display.

He tilts his head, brow furrowed as he stares at a frog in a pink bonnet sipping a cup of tea on a brightly coloured mushroom.

“So… it’s giving frog?” he attempts, sounding defeated already.

You nearly choke on your coffee, laughing. “It’s giving amphibious excellence.”

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WEEK TWO

The physics tutorial ends early, so you stay behind to show him a video called Italian Brainrot: A Cultural Awakening.

He watches in complete silence, eyes narrowed in focus like he’s analyzing experimental data, as ballerina cappunicca echoes dramatically over an AI-generated video of teacups in ballet slippers pirouetting across a spotlighted stage. Then comes the tung tung tung sahur family, seated in the velvet theater seats, watching the performance unfold. Finally, the crescendo: bombardino crocodilo. The crocodile-plane hybrid swoops in, spinning mid-air before crash-landing onto the stage in a pixelated explosion.

To be honest, even you have no idea what’s going on anymore.

You brace yourself for Jake’s reaction. Any second now, he’s going to laugh or look at you like you’ve lost your mind.

Jake turns to you, eyes wide and sparkling. “That’s… kind of brilliant. Like, chaotic resonance.”

You blink. “What?”

He gestures at the screen, still a little stunned.

“It shouldn’t work, but it does. It’s like constructive interference. Two completely unhinged things overlapping at just the right frequency to amplify each other.”

“You’re telling me bombardino crocodilo is like… a wave function?” you deadpan, still trying to wrap your head around the nonsense he just spewed.

He nods, totally serious. “Yeah. A beautiful one.”

You blink again. This man is not real.

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WEEK THREE

You’re late today. When you walk in, Jake’s already claimed his usual seat, along with the one next to it. A sticky note sits on the desk in his slightly messy handwriting, Reserved for: Meme Consultant. Perks include coffee, memes, and my undivided attention.

“Careful. This is dangerously close to adorable.” you say with a smile while sliding easily into the chair.

“Is that a bad thing?” he asks, nudging your leg with his.

“Depends,” you respond, teasing. “What exactly are you trying to get out of this arrangement?”

He pauses, then smiles, eyes warm. “I think I’m developing an addiction.”

“To memes?”

He hesitates, just for a second, then smiles, his eyes softening. “To you.”

Your breath catches. You pretend to be very invested in opening your notebook, but your bright red cheeks are already giving you away.

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WEEK FOUR

You’re working through a tricky problem together, seated side by side now instead of across from each other. His handwriting is a disaster, but his voice is steady as he explains something about vector fields.

You reach for the calculator just as he does. Your fingers brush, and you freeze, the sudden touch sending a rush through, gentle and thrilling all at once. The contact lingers longer than it should. The world seems to pause. His skin is warm against yours. It feels... right.

Neither of you pulls away.

Your heart stutters. His voice does too.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, eyes flicking to yours. “Guess you’re in my field.”

You arch a brow. “Magnetic, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, you really are.” he whispers, letting out a soft, breathless laugh.

It’s so quiet, you almost wonder if you imagined it.

Eventually, the bell rings. Neither of you move.

Something between you is shifting, and it is impossible to ignore.

But neither of you speaks it into existence, sitting in comfortable silencs, as if naming it might scare it off. It was still too new, too fragile to touch just yet.

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The party is louder than you'd like and packed with people who major in shots, not physics.

You stay close to the kitchen island, sipping fruit punch from a red Solo cup and scanning the room for anyone familiar. Jake said he might come — heavy emphasis on might — because he's still “not sure how parties work,” to which you told him was “a pretty hot take from someone who was chronically offline.”

You’re about to check your phone when you feel a familiar presence at your side.

“I still don’t really peg you as a party person,” Jake says, suddenly there like a small miracle, all easy smiles and confidence. He’s ditched his usual flannel-centric fits (which you’ve secretly grown to love) for a dark, fitted button-down, left open just enough to reveal a glimpse of collarbone.

You blink. Not what you expected. But definitely not bad at all. He’s always looked good, but… damn.

You arch a brow, smirking. “Didn’t take you for someone who owned anything other than flannels.”

“Didn’t take you for someone who’s been thinking about what’s in my closet.” he fires back with a shit-eating grin.

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. You’re caught off guard, and he knows it. You can tell by the way his smile lingers, looking proud of himself for short-circuiting your brain.

He takes the moment to allow his gaze to flick briefly over your outfit. Nothing scandalous, but a step outside your usual lecture-core comfort zone. You actually put thought into it. Even hoped it might get noticed. It was looking like it did.

“You look really good, by the way,” he says, a little softer now.

You blink, caught off guard again by his directness, and feel heat rise in your cheeks. You lift your cup like a shield, trying to play it cool. “Not bad for someone who only learned what 'rizz' meant last week.”

He chuckles, nudging you lightly with his shoulder. “Just trying to keep up.”

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You and Jaka end up tucked into a quieter corner of the living room, talking about everything and nothing. Jake is leaning in closer than usual, his knee brushing yours, his eyes soft in a way that makes your pulse flutter. But you convince yourself that it must be because of the music, which was too loud to talk over without closing the distance between you.

Still, you can’t help your delusions from wandering, wondering if something might happen tonight.

Someone suddenly calls his name from across the room, snapping you out of your reverie. The classmate calls him again, already half-drunk and waving him over.

Jake glances at you, like he’s not quite ready to move.

“I’ll be quick,” he says, flashing an apologetic smile. “Promise I’ll be right back.”

You nod, trying not to let your disappointment show as he stands and disappears into the crowd.

You're left alone.

And it only takes a few minutes.

Someone else slips into Jake’s empty seat. It’s a guy you don’t recognize, all swagger and slurred confidence. He’s too close before you even realize what’s happening, leaning in with the heavy sway of someone who’s had a little too much to drink.

He’s not aggressive exactly, but there’s something about him that tightens your chest uncomfortably.

“You here alone?” he asks, smirking like you’ve already said yes.

Before you can respond, he leans in further and adds, “Wanna get out of here?”

His breath smells like beer and bad decisions. Your skin crawls.

“I’m good, thanks.” you laugh as politely as possible, standing up quickly to put space between you.

But he follows, pushing up from the couch with too much momentum. “Aw, come on, doll. Just a little fun. Don’t make me beg.”

You freeze, your smile slipping and heart racing warningly.

Then suddenly, a hand slides around your lower back, not quite touching, but providing comfort nonetheless. With it comes a familiar presence and an overwhelming relief of safety.

“There you are,” Jake says, materializing at your side like he’d been summoned. His tone is light, almost casual, but his eyes are steel. “Babe, we’ve gotta go. The livestream’s starting.”

Your heart pounds — from the pet name or the adrenaline, you’re not sure — but you nod, slipping into the role without hesitation.

“Livestream?” the guy blinks, thrown off.

Jake doesn’t miss a beat. His arm stays around you. You lean into his touch.

“Yeah." he says almost dreamily. "The Italian brainrot pasta review? The one where they slap spaghetti against drywall while the Tralalero Tralala remix plays?”

You cough into your drink to hide your laugh. Jake shoots a quick glance your way, a silent 'go with it.'

You nod seriously, slipping into the act with ease. “He’s right. If we miss it again, I’ll spiral and lose my shit. Last time, I cried. Full breakdown.”

“It was giving tragic.” Jake gasps dramatically, shaking his head with fervor.

The guy takes a step back, visibly confused. “Are you guys… okay?”

“We’re frogcore. It’s terminal.” Jake deadpans.

You both stare at the guy, eyes unblinking, doing your best impression of chaotic meme cultists.

The guy mutters something unintelligible under his breath and walks away.

The second he’s out of earshot, you both burst into laughter. Your shoulders are shaking, the tension snapping like a canned soda popping open. You lean into Jake further without thinking, and he doesn’t move away — just stays there, solid, safe, and warm beside you.

Relief floods your chest. You hadn't realized how tightly you’d been wound until now.

“Thank you,” you say, the weight of it folded between the words.

He looks at you, soft and serious beneath the grin.

“Anytime.”

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You find yourselves on the front steps a few minutes later, away from the music and the buzz of the party. You were both ready to call it a night after that. Jake sits next to you, arms resting on his knees, smiling softly.

“That was the most cursed performance I’ve ever seen.” you chuckle, bumping your shoulder into his.

“I’m just relievee it worked so well.” Jake smiles, returning the action of endearment gently.

“I’m still speechless. I think you might’ve scared him into deleting his Instagram.”

“Nice,” he exhales slowly, but there’s something lingering behind the smile, a tension that hasn’t quite left him. “I just… I didn’t like how he was talking to you.”

You glance at him, and for a moment, he doesn’t meet your eyes.

“I know I’m not… great at this stuff,” he says, voice lower now. “But when I saw him – saw you and the way you were cornered, I couldn’t think straight. I was scared.”

He finally looks up at you, jaw tight with the memory. “Not that he’d hurt me. That he’d do something you couldn’t laugh off. That I’d be too late to stop it.”

There’s a pause, the air between you charged.

“But I knew I had to do something. Because I like you. And I couldn’t stand the thought of you not being safe.”

Your heart flutters at the honesty in his voice, rough with emotion and sincerity.

“I like you too, Jake.” you smile, soft and sure. “Even if your use of internet slang is objectively awful.”

He smiles, the kind that lights up his entire face, and pretends to be offended. “Hey, I’m improving.”

“Yeah, I can tell. You’ve gone from absolute zero to mildly impressive. That’s, like, a major thermodynamic shift.”

And before either of you can overthink it, you lean in to kiss him. It’s a little shy, but it’s real. He kisses you back, and you can feel his lips curving upwards against yours.

He blinks when you pull back, momentarily stunned, then breaks into that smile you’ve come to crave.

“So,” he says, sounding a little breathless. “Does this mean I’m officially online?”

“Welcome to the internet, Jake.”

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The physics room looks the same as always: buzzing fluorescent lights, too much dust, and that faint smell of old carpet and blackboard chalk.

But it feels different now.

Jake’s already there, of course. He’s got a coffee waiting at your usual seat. There’s a new sticky note on your side of the desk, Reserved for: Meme Consultant + Girlfriend (hopefully).

“You’re really committing to the title, huh?” you say, plopping yourself down next to him.

Jake looks up from his notes, his face lighfing up at the sight of you. “I’ve decided to embrace my new era.”

“Which era is that?” you raise an inquisitve eyebrow, unable to suppress your own smile.

Jake pretends to think.

“Boyfriend-slays-with-vectors-core?” he offers.

You laugh, then steal one of his pens.

As you open your notebook, you find something tucked between the pages: a small printed meme. A pixelated frog in a physics lab coat, next to text that reads: My love for you defies Newtonian mechanics. It’s accelerating.

Your mouth hangs open in awe.

“I made it myself,” he says proudly. “Be honest. Is it giving?”

“You’re such a nerd.” you laugh, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“So you’re saying I’ve progressed to stage five?”

“Stage five of what?”

He taps the sticky note beside your coffee. “Terminally online. Emotionally attached.”

You smile, cheeks warming. “You’re hopeless.”

Jake shrugs, his grin widening. “Worth it.”

[kvysvdilla]

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑲

--- Oneshot ---

Mark Lee-senior uni student x Y/N-junior uni student

Summary:

Y/N, a medical student, is hard at work on her presentation slides in the midst of a busy college schedule. While her boyfriend Mark Lee, a senior in electrical engineering and a basketball player, has a busy day of his own, but he still makes the effort to spend time with Y/N. What starts as a simple walk to her dorm turns into a cozy, intimate afternoon. Mark’s unexpected affection and caring gestures soften the stress Y/N’s been feeling. They enjoy quiet moments together in her dorm, where Mark even offers to cuddle, understanding the importance of balance between love and work. Y/N finds herself realizing just how much she’s missed these moments with him, making plans to prioritize their time together despite her busy schedule as a medical students.

GENRE: Romance | Fluff | College life | Slice of life | Student au.

The small classroom buzzed softly with chatter, the muted sounds of pens scratching against paper filling the air as Y/N and her friend, Hana, worked through the tutorial assigned by their lecturer. Y/N was halfway through labeling diagrams on her notebook, her mind partially tuned into Hana’s rambling about weekend plans.

“Seriously, Y/N,” Hana laughed, “you need to stop burying yourself in these anatomy books. You’re going to end up dreaming about nervous systems.”

Y/N grinned, spinning her pen between her fingers. “Hey, it’s my life. Welcome to medical course.”

“Yeah, yeah. We get it. Future pediatrician extraordinaire,” Hana teased.

Y/N glanced at her watch and noticed there were only five minutes left until the class ended. “Almost time,” she murmured, beginning to gather her pens.

Hana groaned, leaning back in her seat. “I can’t walk back to the dorms with you today. My aunt’s in the hospital, and I promised my mom I’d stop by to visit her.”

Y/N smiled understandingly. “It’s fine, Hana. The dorm’s just a 15-minute walk. I’ll enjoy the fresh air, and I’ve got my AirPods for some good music.”

Hana frowned. “You sure? You could ask Mark to come get you. He wouldn’t mind.”

Y/N shook her head quickly. “Mark has class when ours finishes. I don’t want to bother him over something this small. It’s still daylight, Hana. I’ll be fine.”

Their conversation was cut short by their lecturer clapping his hands. “Class dismissed! Don’t forget to prepare for your presentations next week.”

Hana scrambled to pack her things, muttering under her breath about buses and traffic. Meanwhile, Y/N calmly closed her notebook and slipped it into her bag.

“I have to run,” Hana said, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “Let me know when you get to the dorm, okay? Stay safe!”

“I will. Don’t worry,” Y/N reassured her.

With a quick wave, Hana dashed out of the room, leaving Y/N alone. She zipped up her bag, slung it over her shoulder, and walked toward the door.

But just as she stepped outside, a sudden force nudged her backward, making her stumble back into the classroom. Before she could react, her body was pressed gently against the wall beside the door.

A warm hand steadied her waist, and before she could say a word, soft lips brushed against hers in a quick, feather-light kiss.

Y/N blinked, her brain struggling to catch up. “M-Mark?!”

Standing in front of her was her boyfriend, Mark Lee. With his casual sweatshirt, and glasses resting on his nose, he looked every bit the charming senior she’d fallen for. Mark was in his third year of electrical engineering, a course that perfectly suited his meticulous and problem-solving nature.

He wasn’t just known for his brains, though—Mark was one of the most popular guys on campus. With his easygoing personality, boyish grin, and talent for making everyone feel comfortable, it was no surprise he had a long line of admirers. But despite the attention, he always made it clear that he only had eyes for her.

She’d first met Mark through Hana’s boyfriend, Haechan. It was a casual introduction during a group study session, and at first, she hadn’t thought much of it. But after a few encounters—where Mark’s subtle humor, thoughtfulness, and that shy little laugh of his shone through—she started seeing him in a different light.

The moment they became a couple was still vivid in her mind. It had been after weeks of late-night texts, study dates, and stolen moments of laughter. He had confessed in the most Mark way possible—straightforward and sincere.

“Hey, I just want to say that I like you. Like, really like you. You don't have to say it back if you don't want to. I just need let it out and just to let you know that I like you. But... Actually, it would be really nice if.. You know, if you like me back. Because I think we’d be great together. What do you say?”

And, well, how could she say no?

Back in the present, Mark’s chuckle pulled her from her thoughts. “You okay, baby?” he asked, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

She blinked a few times, her cheeks flushing. She slapped his chest lightly, glaring at him. “You almost gave me a heart attack, Mark!” she hissed in a whispered shout.

Mark laughed, his eyes crinkling. “Sorry, sorry. You were too hot to resist. With your messy bun hair, the glasses. Gosh.. Babe you're driving me crazy.”

She chuckled shortly before she realized something, “Wait- why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be in class?” she asked, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

Mark slid his hand down to hers, intertwining their fingers and walk hand in hand, “My class got canceled last minute. So, I figured I’d come to see my princess. But I’m starving, so how about we grab something to eat at the cafeteria?”

Y/N’s heart softened, and she couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at her lips. “Sure baby, let's fill up your stomach.”

His gaze suddenly darted around. “Wait, where’s Hana? You’re not walking back alone, are you?”

“She had to visit her aunt at the hospital,” Y/N explained as he led her down the hallway.

Mark frowned slightly but squeezed her hand reassuringly. “Good thing I came, then. There's no way I’m letting you walk back alone.”

Moments later, Y/N and Mark were seated at a small corner table in the university cafeteria. The air buzzed with conversation, clinking cutlery, and the occasional sound of laughter. Mark had already unwrapped the sandwich for her and he continue to open his.

“You’ve been working way too hard, baby,” Mark said taking a big bite of his sandwich. “Assignments, presentations, all that med school stress… You need to slow down a little.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled. “It’s not like I have a choice. Medical students don’t exactly get a lot of free time, you know. And besides, I’m handling it.”

“Handling it?” Mark gave her a knowing look. “Your dark circles tell a different story. Good thing I’m here to make sure you don’t turn into a zombie.”

She chuckled, shaking her head as she took a bite of her sandwich. “You’re ridiculous, Mark.”

“And you’re adorable,” he shot back with a grin.

As Y/N leaned forward to sip her drink, her glasses slid down the bridge of her nose. Mark instinctively reached out, gently pushing them back up.

“Careful, Doc,” he teased, referring to her dream of becoming a doctor. “Can’t have you losing your vision now. Who’s going to save lives if you can’t see straight?”

Y/N swatted his hand away, laughing. “I can handle my own glasses, thank you very much.”

“Sure you can,” he teased with a smirk.

Mark leaned back in his chair and took another bite of his sandwich before casually mentioning, “By the way, I’ve got basketball practice this afternoon. It’s at 4, but I was kinda hoping you’d come with me. Jeno told me his girl is gonna be there too.”

Y/N glanced at him, her expression apologetic. “Mark, you know I’d love to, but I really can’t. I still have to settle those presentation slides, write the patient case summary, and prep for tomorrow’s anatomy quiz. Everything is due this week, and I’m already behind.”

Mark’s shoulders slumped a little, and he gave her his signature puppy-dog eyes. “But I miss you,” he pouted.

She sighed softly, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand. “I miss you too. But it’s not like I can just skip out on work.”

“I know, I know,” he mumbled, though the disappointment was clear in his tone.

Feeling bad, Y/N smiled and said, “How about this—you can hang out in my dorm until practice. Hana’s visiting her aunt at the hospital, so she won’t be back until dinner. You can nap or chill there while I work on my slides. Deal?”

Mark’s face lit up immediately. “Wait, really? You’re sure I won’t be a distraction?”

Y/N gave him a pointed look. “You will be a distraction, but as long as you keep it quiet and let me focus, I think I can handle it.”

He grinned, already looking much happier. “Deal. I’ll just be your supportive boyfriend quietly lounging on your bed.”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Unbelievably in love with you,” he quipped, winking.

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at her lips. As the two of them chatted, Y/N couldn’t help but notice the occasional glances being thrown their way. Or, more accurately, being thrown Mark’s way.

A group of girls sitting a few tables away seemed especially fixated on him. One of them whispered something to her friend, who giggled, while another blatantly stared, her eyes practically glued to Mark’s profile.

Y/N sighed softly, trying not to let it get to her. This wasn’t exactly new—Mark had always attracted attention. With his boy-next-door charm, easy smile, and that effortless cool vibe he carried, he was bound to catch people’s eyes wherever he went.

Mark seemed oblivious to it all, completely focused on Y/N as he asked, “So, what’s the plan after this? Straight to your dorm to tackle those slides?”

“Yeah,” Y/N replied, trying to ignore the stares. “I’ll have to power through the slides, case summary, and my notes for tomorrow’s quiz. No breaks for me today.”

Mark frowned, his concern evident. “You’ve got too much on your plate, babe. Don’t forget to take care of yourself.”

“I’ll be fine,” she assured him.

“Well, at least you’ll have me there to make sure you don’t overwork yourself,” he said with a grin.

Y/N laughed. “As long as you don’t mess with my focus, you’re welcome to stay.”

"I’m just reminding you, I know my girlfriend,” he teased, reaching over to brush a crumb off her cheek.

The simple, affectionate gesture didn’t go unnoticed by the girls. One of them visibly pouted, and Y/N caught another one giving her a quick once-over.

“You okay?” Mark asked, tilting his head at her sudden silence.

Y/N hesitated before shaking her head with a small smile. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “What’s wrong? You’re not getting sick, are you?”

“No, nothing like that,” she replied, resting her chin on her palm. “It’s just…” She trailed off, glancing briefly in the direction of the girls.

Mark followed her gaze, quickly catching on. He leaned back in his seat, his lips quirking up in a lopsided grin. “Ah, I see.”

“What?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous,” he teased, his voice dropping to a playful whisper.

Y/N’s face heated up. “I’m not jealous. It’s just… annoying.”

Mark chuckled, reaching across the table to grab her hand. “Hey, let them look all they want. I’m not interested in anyone else but you.”

Her heart skipped a beat at the sincerity in his tone. His thumb brushed against her knuckles, grounding her.

“And besides,” he added with a smirk, “you’re way cuter than they are. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but the blush on her cheeks betrayed her. “You’re lucky you’re charming, Mark Lee.”

“I know,” he said, winking at her.

As they continued their meal, the stares and whispers faded into the background. Mark had a way of making her feel like she was the only person in the room, and for now, that was all that mattered.

And with that, they finished their meal, ready to tackle the rest of their day together, no matter how hectic it got.

Once they arrived at Y/N’s dorm, Mark immediately made himself at home. As soon as they stepped inside, he threw his backpack on the floor, grinning mischievously before leaping onto her bed. He pulled out his phone, scrolling through it aimlessly as he laid back with his hands behind his head.

Y/N, on the other hand, was focused. She pulled her bag over to the desk and started taking out her iPad, notebook, and a few textbooks, arranging them neatly on the table. As she walked past him, she paused by her bed and leaned down, giving Mark a deep, lingering kiss on the lips.

“Stay put,” she whispered, brushing his hair from his face. “I’m going to be a while finishing all this work.”

Mark is kinda shock by her bold move but he just smiled up at her, nodding. “Woah.. I'm not gonna lie, that's kinda hot. But don't worry baby. I won’t disturb you, promise.” He winked, his voice soft with affection and give a quick peck on her lips.

Y/N smiled back and settled into her chair, opening her iPad to get to work. Mark, as promised, remained quiet, occasionally glancing up at her while scrolling on his phone. His presence was comforting, but he didn’t push her to spend time with him, allowing her to focus. He hummed softly to himself, clearly content but still stealing occasional glances at her.

Minutes passed, and as Y/N was deeply immersed in her work, she suddenly felt a soft kiss on the side of her neck. Startled, she gasped and looked up, only to find Mark standing behind her chair. She take her left hand to his head, playing with his hair while she's still focus on doing her tasks. He had removed his glasses, his tousled hair making him look even more handsome and effortlessly cool. He placed his hands beside her, trapping her gently between him and the desk.

“I’m kinda sleepy,” he murmured in a deep, sleepy voice, his breath warm on her neck as he continued kissing her jaw and behind her ear. “I was thinking… maybe we can take a quick nap? Just a short one? We could cuddle for a bit.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered at his words, but she knew she had to finish her work. “You go ahead and sleep, Mark,” she replied softly as she remove her hand from his hair, “I’ll be done soon. You can rest first.”

Mark sighed, looking slightly disappointed but understanding. “Okay, baby. I got it.” He placed one last kiss on her neck before walking back to the bed, settling down with a soft exhale.

Y/N stared at him for a moment, guilt creeping in as she saw how comfortable he looked, how relaxed he was, waiting for her. She bit her lip and glanced at the work on her desk, but after a few more minutes of feeling the weight of rejection, she closed her iPad and packed her books away.

Without another thought, Y/N walked over to the bed, climbing in next to him. Mark stirred as he felt the mattress shift, and Y/N jumped next to him. She pushed his messy hair back from his forehead and leaned down to place a soft kiss on his forehead.

Mark stirred again, feeling the gentle touch. He smirked, his arms immediately wrapping around her waist, pulling her close. “Now you feel bad, huh?” he teased, his voice low and playful.

Y/N smiled, nodding sheepishly. “I didn’t want to keep rejecting you.” She laid her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around him as they cuddled together.

Mark sighed contentedly, his hand gently stroking her back. “I’m glad you’re here,” he murmured. “I don’t care if you’ve got work to do, as long as you’re with me, everything feels right.”

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other’s arms. The outside world faded as the two of them enjoyed the quiet moment, with Mark’s steady breathing lulling Y/N into a peaceful sleep.

Mark’s phone alarm blared loudly, pulling him out of his peaceful nap. He groaned softly as he stretched, his muscles sore from the long day of studying and practicing. He glanced at the time on his phone—3:30 PM. His basketball practice was in just a few minutes. He pushed his messy hair back, running a hand through it before he turned to look at Y/N.

She was still sound asleep, laying comfortably in his arms, her breathing steady and peaceful. He smiled softly, watching her for a moment before carefully brushing the stray strands of hair from her face. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, then a soft peck on her cheek, being careful not to wake her up. She deserved this rest, he thought.

“How did I became so lucky? How can this beautiful thing ended up being my girlfriend?” Mark thought to himself with a small smile before slowly slipping out of the bed. He walked quietly to the bathroom to wash his face and freshen up, not wanting to disturb her.

Meanwhile, Y/N stirred slightly from the sound of running water. She opened her half-closed eyes and looked at the clock on her study table. It was already 3:53 PM. No wonder—Mark’s basketball practice was coming up. She sat up slowly, her eyes still a bit sleepy, but she kept glancing at the bathroom door, waiting for him to come out.

Mark walked out of the bathroom a few moments later, a bit startled to see Y/N sitting on the edge of the bed. He quickly apologized. “Oh- Hey baby. Did I woke you up,” he ask, closing the bathroom door.

Y/N smiled softly, shaking her head. “No, you're not,” she whispered. She sat up fully, stretching slightly.

He grabbed and wears his glasses, getting ready to leave. “So, I’m heading to practice now,” he said casually, glancing over at her.

Y/N frowned just a little, her eyes half-closed in confusion. “Why didn’t you wake me earlier?” she asked softly, a hint of playful frustration in her voice.

Mark was taken aback for a moment, but then walks towards her as he cupped her face in his hands, gently caressing her cheeks. “I didn’t want to disturb you. You were sleeping so soundly, and I would feel bad waking you up,” he said sincerely.

Y/N thought for a moment, then smiled softly as she place her hand on top of his that is still cupping her face. “I actually wanted to come with you to practice,” she admitted looking at Mark who is standing in front of her.

Mark blinked in surprise, pausing his actions for a moment. She continued, “I realized we haven’t really spent much time together lately. But I also need to finish my assignments and presentation slides. They’re due soon.”

A smile spread across Mark’s face as his eyes lit up. “You want to come with me?” he asked, his voice filled with excitement.

Y/N smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I’ve been busy with everything, and I miss hanging out with you.”

Without a word, Mark pulled her by her neck into a deep, lingering kiss. The warmth of his lips and the passion behind the kiss made Y/N feel a little dizzy, but she smiled against his lips.

She pulled away for a second, whispering, “I need to get ready though…”

Mark raised an eyebrow playfully. “Get ready for what? You look perfect as you are. You’re already dressed for class, and you look amazing.” He gave her a mischievous grin.

Y/N giggled, a little surprised at his comment. “Is that so?” she teased.

“Absolutely, 201%,” Mark responded with a confident nod, his smile never fading.

Y/N laughed softly, feeling the warmth of his affection. “Well, in that case, maybe I’ll just go with you as I am.”

Mark’s eyes softened, his smile growing even more. “Good decision,” he whispered, pulling her back into his arms for one more kiss before they left for the practice together.

The end.

Author's note:

Hey lovely readers,

First of all, thank you so much for taking the time to read the Mark Lee oneshot! It truly means a lot to me, and I’m so grateful for your support and feedback. Writing this has been such a fun and rewarding experience, and I’m glad to have you along for the journey.

Thank you again for your love and support—you’re amazing! Stay tuned and take care!

With love,

kvys. 🖤

[tiva-challenges]

TIVA CHALLENGES is a fanfiction writing project for fans of Tony and Ziva from NCIS (2003) running before the spin-off NCIS: Tony & Ziva drops, with new writing prompts every month! Organized by @television-overload and @indestinatus.

Love is in the air ❤️‍🩹

Love makes one foolish. It makes one throw every bit of logic away, do stupid things, dangerous things. Hopeful things. This month, we celebrate the complex love story of Tony & Ziva in all its intricacies! We hope you have your fountain pens, letter paper, and red wine ready because this month... We'd love for you to join!

FEBRUARY'S PROMPT:

Tiva: A Love Story

Additional information under the cut:

💌 This month, you are tasked with writing a love story featuring Tony and Ziva. Tell us about a kiss we haven't seen, a date they went together, or maybe even a Valentine's Day fic! Open your heart to all kinds of romance ❤️ We will accept AUs in this challenge. Angst, fluff, you name it!

💌 Here is a list of kiss prompts for inspiration this month! The prompts are optional but feel free to include them.

goodnight kisses

hand kisses

smiling while kissing

lips barely touching

morning kisses

slow kisses

passionate kisses

kisses on the cheek

first kisses

goodbye kisses

welcome home kisses

kisses on the corner of their mouth

frustrated kisses

kissing each other breathless

soothing kisses

nose kisses

kisses as a promise

short pecks

forehead kisses

French kisses

tearful kisses

kisses on head

calming kisses

“we’ll face this together” kisses

kisses in the rain

life-or-death kisses

kisses for a cover

hard kisses

giggling while kissing

desperate kisses

neck kisses

“stay strong” kisses

hushed conversation in-between kisses

eyelid kisses

gentle stroking of cheeks while kissing

small kisses

kissing it better

fake kisses

jaw kisses

wake-up kisses

thigh kisses

kissing away tears

“we’ll get through this” kisses

public kisses

relieved kisses

kisses for comfort

tummy kisses

kisses to shut them up

slowly kissing down the body

“we’ll see each other again” kisses

kissing each finger

quick kisses

reassuring kisses

sleepy kisses

feather-light kisses

angry kisses

kisses with trembling lips

“forever mine” kisses

secret kisses

kisses with their last dying breath

(prompts courtesy of creativepromptsforwriting)

💌 Works will be revealed Friday, FEBRUARY 28th, at 16:00 GMT.

💌 The subcollection for posting this month can be found here. If you have trouble figuring out how to post to a collection on AO3, check out our tutorial.

💌 If you post yours here on Tumblr, make sure you tag us so we can share it! The tag for this project is #tivachallenges.

Lastly, as always, if you have any questions, please reach out, and we'll be happy to answer them! Happy writing! ❤️‍🩹

[dizzyisdizzy]

Okay I didn't say anything at first because I was nervous and didn't wanna be annoying or something but I came back because like,, woah mY GOD I LOVE YOUR ART STYLE

I was going through the hatsune miku tag and just!! Woah the COLOURS the SHAPES the LINEART RARAGGDHAHS CHEF'S KISS

immediately it reminded me a lot of rourow's art (one of those iconic muse dash artists <3) and like,, oh my god they're my biggest inspiration for my art style. I find it funny I could spot the muse dash inspiration immediately /pos

But you also put your own spin on it and AGH <3 both rourow's art AND YOURS is just,, aregsgshh I wanna eat it. I think your art would taste like fruit gushers

I will be taking notes I wish I could absorb your art style into my blood

OKAY THIS IS GETTING LONG SORRY LMAO but if you ever have any more tips or tutorials or even speedpaints I will be there with a pen and paper <33

Rourow art is soooo coool right? The Reimu just stole my heart. The colors were fun, stylish, seemingly unrestricted by any rules or seams in their structure... I wanted a look like that.

Then Miku arrived and the envy in my heart became too much to bear.

Here's my epic Dizzy tips to studying, my fellow Muse Dash enthusiast. I broke down the artwork into shapes, lineart, and color. I noted what I enjoyed and especially how it differed to what I drew. I refined the notes further until I had some main ideas/commonalities, and try to reason the whens and whys for these choices. Do they reinforce lighting, the shape of the subject, to vary the colors present, etc. There were also a lot of 'just because' reasonings (X happens when Y). All those became a 'rulebook' of sorts.

After that was lots of replicating, tracing, etc. Making sure that style was the first thing my intuition and muscle memory jumps to. My first dozen or so original drawings after that were done with many references and notes on hand until I got the hang of things.

The plan was actually to go as identical as possible, but differences were inevitable. I wanted to do my own thing proportions/faces wise, anyways. And it IS great to have people enjoy my work as its own thing AND acknowledge the clear influence.

Still so much I wanna absorb though... The flowy and varied lineweight, and I've yet to reach the sheer elaborateness of the color use.

If it helps in your quest, I don't mind talking about certain choices I make (there's usually a reason for it). Just try to be specific! Makes it easier to choose my words. Thanks!

[liviavanrouge]

Having Fun

Lilia: *Separates Kuro and Golden* Hey! Everyone settle down!

Malleus: Where's Livia?

Lilia: She said she's gonna be late and to save her spot

Vil: This better be important, I stopped my makeup tutorial for this

Rook: Roi Du Poison, I'm sure it'll be fun

Lilia: *Perks up as the lights suddenly dimmed*

Ruggie: WOW!! LOOK!!!!

Malleus: *Stares in surprise*

???: *Comes through with a dragon mask covering their face, people moving the body of the dragon behind them*

Lucifer: *Grins, waving the dragons body with his brothers*

Pen: *Laughs, smiling wide as he helped move the dragons long body*

Pan: *Waves to the others, beaming*

???: *Lifts the dragons head grinning*

Livia: *Leaps away, smiling at the cheering crowd as she did a solitary dance with the head*

Livia: *Flips backwards, combining with the rest of the body, bringing the head down over her face again*

Cater: *Beams, live streaming the show* THIS IS SO AMAZING!!!!

Riddle: Wow...is this how demons celebrate?

Lilia: Looks like they not only worship Fae Demon Jaguars but dragons as well!

Livia: *Lifts the head and leaps away, doing another solitary dance*

Livia: *Spins, dropping down then pops back up, one foot in front of the other*

Lilia: THAT'S MY GIRL!! GO LIVY!!

Livia: *Tosses the mask up and does a backwards flip, catching the mask and bringing it down over her face*

Livia: *Leaps backwards, the mask shielding her face again*

Silver: Hah, I've never seen her have this much fun before....

Livia: *Lifts the dragons head up standing flamingo style and releases a burst of purple flames bringing the show to an end*

Lilia: Someone send me a video of that!! I NEED IT!!! I need to see her having fun again!!

Malleus: *Chuckles, watching Lilia practically pester Vil into sending him the video*

Livia: *Waves to the crowd, laughing smiling wide*

Livia: *Places the mask over her head then stomps twice*

Silver: *Chuckles, smiling*

Livia: *Dances in the lead of the dragons body, leading the others back to the beginning of their path*

Lilia: *Smiles, watching her go* I'm glad she had so much fun...

@anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna @writing-heiress

[radleysgamereviews]

Honest Review of Paleo Pines 5/10

I was so excited when I heard about this game, but that excitement didn't last too long once I started to play...

The controls are clunky and clinking on things is more difficult than it should be. I felt like I was spinning around in circles to pick up one item. The tutorial didn't feel complete and left a lot of question marks. I actually had to look up quite a number of things to progress in the game because I was just so lost. Even more confusing then then the tutorial was the missions. It would tell me to do one thing, I would search the entire map trying to figure out how to complete it, go to sleep when it got dark, and then when I got up in the morning the game would explain to me how to complete the task it told me the day before. Overall, it's a slow learning process and the beginning of the game is very slow.

Now for the good. Once I figured out the general idea of how to do the missions and understood a little more of the game's mechanics the game did start to get fun. The dinosaurs are ridiculously cute and the fact that you can use them to help you in game is an awesome feature we have yet to see in a farming sim. Even the whole process of befriending a dinosaur is fun and exciting because it's not just walking up to a dinosaur and bam your friends. You have to play your flute in the right tune and learn which foods it likes for a chance to be friends. Not to mention there isn't just one single color per dinosaur. There are rare ones you can find which in my opinion makes dinosaur hunting even more exciting! The farming aspect is your typical hoe the land, sow the seeds, water the seeds, and harvest the crops so nothing new there. Building pens for your dinosaur friends is super easy as well and there are ways to customize pens to fit each dinosaur needs. Beyond customizing pens, I haven't seen much other customizing options, but this game is more geared towards the dinosaurs themselves so personally I don't see that as an issue.

In conclusion, I would rate this game a 5/10. I don't hate but I also see myself completing the game once and trading it in. If you love dinosaurs or the idea of a companion helping you farm/complete missions, then I would say go ahead and give this game a try. Otherwise, it's not worth the price nor the aggravation to try to figure it out.

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[bexsua]

take a chance response: open mic night, piano vocal cover of motospeed 24 by bibi

she does it out of impulse more than anything.

the idea of an open mic night having a waiting list is a little much to her. especially one that apparently takes months to get a spot. that's a bit...extreme. for venues that play music and host music events would make sense to her; but their local cafe?

sua brings it up one day on stream, a passing conversation about her day. watches the chat move, spinning her stylus pen around in her fingers. "you guys think it actually takes months? really?" eyes flicker over the oncoming messages. "sign up and find out. should i? what would i even do?"

she'd have to perform...something. she can't just go up their and play whatever she's been learning on piano in silence, unfortunately. "just wing it. and embarrass myself? come on. be serious." she scoffs, bracing her cheek on her fist, eyes narrowing. huffs out a laugh.

you have months to figure it out! maybe it's a scam... we'll help you 👏👏

she ends up signing up when she visits the cafe next. and then...she forgets about it. days, weeks-- months. until an email pops up one day.

"they weren't kidding," sua laughs, sketching the edge of princess zelda's dress as she retells the content of the email. "took actual months. should i still do it? i still don't know what the hell to do."

chat gives her a few ideas. a few song recommendations-- that she notes to check out later and make her decision. and she does figure one out; it's not difficult vocally, she can find a piano tutorial for it-- go from there. it's just an open mic night. there's going to be no one important there; and if she flops oh well! she'll blame her chat.

day of: she's nervous. she picks the skin around her nail so much it begins to sting as she waits--feeling out of depth. to perform on camera, in the safety and comfort of her own room is immensely different then on the center stage. slightly over the average classroom size of an audience staring back at her. but sua keeps her eyes forward and doesn't look towards the crowd that's peering at her as she steps up to the piano, setting up her phone with the right music, taking a deep breath. counts to three in her head and then she...just goes.

truthfully, she blacks out. the focus of getting each key right, hoping her practice has given her even a little bit of skill to get through the performance without complaints or heckling. doesn't have the courage to match the higher notes of the song, but she tries to keep on key. doesn't try anything too bold, just goes with the tone of the song until she's fading out the keys and pulling her hands away from the piano.

but no one complains. there's no silence either-- what's even crazier is that the applause is loud. louder than she expects, so much she jumps when in the middle of gathering her things. sua's eyes are wide, freezing momentarily as she's processing it. she stutters out a rush of thanks, bowing as she grabs her things and gets back to her table-- to where a couple few compliment her. which-- that's better than making a complete fool of herself.

[esperimentox]

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[mrrazashaikh]

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[thania-keiji-gf]

SPINNING PEN BY TSUKISHIMA KEI

situation : study-date with your boyfriend (つ≧▽≦)つ♡

thinking about tsukishima spinning his pen while you two in the middle of the study-date.

he's so focused on one question that you ask to him cuz that question is very hard. while wait him thinking to answering the question, you leaning your jaw to edge of table and starting looking at him to get rid your boredness.

but, you instead focused to his hand that playing the pen by spinning it very smooth. it's make you feel mind blowing. how can? you ask to yourself. cuz it's very interesting thing to watch, you can't switch your eyes from his hand. until tsukishima feels some strong energy is pointing at him know. he's turning and finding you're who looking at his hand.

ouh. he just realized.

then tsukishima stopping his hand activities for sudden. ofc make your eyebrows are up, eventually you're turning to another object (his face) cuz you think tsukishima is already find the answer of the question you ask to him. but instead of it, you just get silent stare from your boyfriend who crossing his arm in front of you right now.

"why you stopping it? do it again. the moves of your your hand that can spinned the pen." you ask to tsukishima innocently without knowing what's mean of his silent stare to you right now.

"you know? we're here not to do tutorial how to spinned the pen. we're here to study, or maybe study date that you always say. and you must know, i was trying to finding the answer the question that you asked to me since earlier. this is your question, why the only one who struggling to find that damn answer is me meanwhile you just enjoying look at unnecessary thing that i do? is this your your gratitude to me, huh?" he ask simply but success to slap you face back to reality.

"n—no, but i mean i just bored can't focused on this study. every question is very hard. that's why i'm looking the amazing thing you do with your pen" you answering with gloomy face and little sigh. but tsukishima isn't giving you won. he comeback to his book and started focused to find the answer of the question again, "then, just try to read your book. instead of looking my hand, read the book is giving more opportunity that maybe the answer is there." you widened your eyes, "tsukki—but!" "no buts. get back to study, mrs little pie." that's the last thing tsukishima said to you, and you just pouting while back to normal position of sitting up.

you feel irritated, tsukishima should knew that you're not on active mode for study today. you know this is for your own good, but CAN'T HIM NOTICE THAT HIS GIRLFRIEND IS VERY LAZY RIGHT NOW ARGH. you're pouting, maybe your eyes is focused on book—but your mind is busy to talks about tsukishima right now.

"focused, after we're end of study—i'll teach you how to do the amazing moves of my hand that you just talked since earlier. it's only if you're can study very well right now."

eh?

you blink for a second before turning at him with suprised gaze, but before your lips letting out an excited sentence—tsukishima speak again, "don't say anything. focused on your book, mrs little pie." he said that without looking out from his book.

only for a second you feel charge again and the energy on your soul is full. with biggest spirit, you're starting reading your book and trying to find important information to answer the question.

he success make your spirit comeback, tsukishima literally the number one if it's related of silent-supporting. even tho he makes you irritated, but the tsukishima really want you focused to study for your own good. yeah, like that.

and even tho he's trying to stop spinning his pen anymore to don't distract you, in every moment he do it again without realizing. fortunately you don't look at his hand right now, instead you reading your book very focused. cuz tsukishima already promise he will teach you're how to do it after of study, so you think that's more interesting to you wait than looking at his hand anymore

— thania's notes

I'M ON SICK AND THIS IDEA IS FORCED ME TO WRITES :D but i'm happy can post this for everyone after almost two days don't posted anything hehe. to be honest, the idea from this stories is create cuz i was watching "spinning pen tutorial" that always appear in my youtube lately :D it's interesting even tho i can't do it (my pen flying instead of spinning) and i just thinking about tsukishima definitely do this trick everytime he's study or trying to find answer of question. hahaha it's make my heart melted imagining him doing spin pen by his hand :D anyway sorry if there's grammar mistake, English is not my first language so i hope y'all understand. ouh i almost forget! HAPPY 100 FOLLOWERS Y'ALL. THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT THAT ALWAYS MAKE ME HAPPY :DD OUH, ALSO STAY HEALTHY OKAY EVERYONE? LUV YA <333

[comfortabletextiles]

Do you have any tips for learning to spin? And what’s your personal favorite spinning method, if you have one? (BTW your projects are absolutely gorgeous!)

If you can, look for lokal spinning guilds (i promise we WANT you to spin, you'll can lend wheels and tools and different spindles to find what you like!)

Indulge in some videos here is a good playlist from a YouTube spinner i really like :)

There ARE a lot of good books about spinning too. But i don't have enough of them yet, to give an educated on them (i am working on it)

If you want to spend the least amount of work and money, a simple pen or knitting needle with a glued on CD can be a spindle too!

A good place to start for fiber hunting is Etsy, or you go through the tag "shop" on my blog, there should be online shop recommendations!

I have now favorite way of spinning, they are all good and have different pros and cons 😁

(also thank you 🥺🥺🥺)

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Writin' Comics and Junk: Part 1 - Getting Absolutely Started

As usual... I've been going on and on and on about doing more tutorials/at-length discussion on my writing process with Dethkomic... and I say it's high time I got around to doing that!

But first... A few announcements:

Dethkomic's next update will be Tuesday, March 7th, 2023! Be there!

A couple more days remain to get your OCs in for the open casting call! Note me with those!

And we now have a significantly more fleshed-out entry on just what the heck Dethkomic is, over at fanlore! Check it out, here: https://fanlore.org/wiki/Dethkomic_(comic) I'll be making edits to it as we go on, but Dethkomic readers are equally welcome to join Fanlore and edit the page. Go nuts, if that's your thing!

With all that out of the way, let's do a little deep-dive into making stories, shall we? Tally ho!

Where to begin?

I think a lot of tutorials out there take the "where to get ideas" thing to mean coming up with a subject matter, specifically. But if you're here reading a thing like Dethkomic and bothering to hang with me as I show you some behind-the-scenes stuff, there's a good chance you yourself are a fanfiction writer or are otherwise already acquainted with the whos and whats of your story. In other words, you're more or less looking to get to penning a plot. And even if you are still figuring out who your cast is going to be and what kind of world they're living in, I still think coming up with a storyline itself is a very solid place to lay a foundation. You can plug characters and junk in later. Trust me.

But how do you get ideas for a whole freaking story?

Some people like to look for ideas in their daily lives, pull from a lesson they've learned, or simply put their own spin on a story that they once read/watched/heard which stayed with them. To be inspired in this way, all it takes is an awareness of what turns you on.

If you're going to get good at writing, you're going to need to get good at critical analysis of the types of stories that really catch your attention.

It's an interesting self-exploration exercise to examine the components of what makes something conceptually interesting. If you can find what it is that has you intrigued by any given story trope or piece of media that you can't get enough of, then you're going to have a better time figuring out what things your own stories should include. They'll be the most fun for you to write and because you're having the most fun you possibly can while writing them -- your audience has a higher probability of enjoying them too.

That said, where you find this sexy idea is up to you. Some people like getting out and trying new things as much as getting into a favorite book, movie, tv show, or whatever... If you're an auditory person like me, maybe put on music and see where it takes your brain. In every instance, it helps to keep a journal or anything that'll allow you to jot down notes, when something comes into your radar as a good idea for a story.

And yeah... Just like the world-building thing, there's a good chance you already have a basic idea of what your plot is going to revolve around. But if you don't -- a notebook or some kind of way to remember what it is that good idea was, will be a huge help to you. At certain points in my process, it's going to be absolutely necessary, too. So get one now if you're going to have me as a tutor. *wink-wink*

And one very important aside: don't freak out if you come across something that seems wildly out there, too far-fetched, silly, or unbelievable. Take it from someone writing about a supernatural heavy metal band -- Ridiculous stuff can be awesome. In the same vein, so can something totally mundane and normal. It's all about what you want to write.

In the end, the number one goal of a good storyteller is...

You have to make the audience believe it!!1!

You can do this by playing it safe and keeping the characters and their setting pretty basic (or in the case of fanfiction, keep it close to established canon), or you can go nuts and write about cowboy alligators from outer space. Show the characters who are living it acting accordingly, and you're 90% good to go. The rest is understanding stuff like physics, history and other pieces of lore, which aren't as scary as they seem. And yes, there will be much more on this concept of getting your reader to believe your story throughout my tutorials, here. It's that important.

Character Progressions

A lot of writers take the opposite approach from the one mentioned above, and make a cast of characters first. They then write their stories around them. I do this too, and can definitely say that stories which are set up to introduce a character or characters are great springboards into working out a plot.

In all cases, your characters will have their own stories within your story. And I'm not necessarily talking about things like their history or whatever -- I'm talking about their progression through one single moment in time that is the story you will be writing. Lots of people will give you lots of advice about writing character arcs, but to keep it simple, I stick to this basic formula at the beginning of the writing phase, for each character:

A character's arc is what is going to happen to them versus what they want to happen to them.

That's it. You can answer a lot of questions about your character as you write them, by going back to that outline. Some people will tell you that you must always pick a conflict that is in direct opposition to some intrinsic component of a character, but that's not really how things have to go down in every story. More to the point, I think you'd find with any cast of more than one guy, you'd have so much in terms of conflicting challenges that the plot could easily take a back seat (more on this in a minute but you might have guessed, that's not a good thing). However, if you do find the major point of conflict in your story to align with a certain character's nature in particular -- don't be afraid to put that character front-and-center. Exploring them in such a way will feel like a natural fit and is loads of fun.

Now, again, throwing away the idea that every character conflict your cast comes up against is going to challenge them on a very personal level, we come to another basic but very huge very big thing that I figured out very late in my writing career but has been a game changer ever since:

Overall plot > Character plot

But what the hell does that mean? On the surface, it's saying you shouldn't sacrifice the story at large for any one (or all) of your characters' personal dilemmas.

What I found it really meant, however... was that in the interest of keeping my audience engaged and yes, the all-important keeping them believing, a story about Mary-Sue's camping trip to Arizona probably wasn't going to end up being the time to write about her upbringing in the jungles of Vietnam and how her dad fought in the Great Big War of 1988 on his home planet of P'Shoo and that time she rescued her cat named Begonia from rabid sea otters who escaped from prison.

...did you get that? Don't force a story within a story (force is the key word, there. You can absolutely have a story within a story but they've gotta tie together somehow). If you're reading what you've written and in your honest opinion, you seem to be forgetting about the camping trip the more it goes on, then maybe consider giving Mary her own story, later. Is this hard for you? Good, because that means you care about your characters and your writing. But also, it means you're going to have to work on chillaxing a bit when it comes to how much reveal you reveal. And that's cool, because we all do it. Hell, even professional script writers do it. Often.

The reality is, you gotta keep that plotline front and center, but it doesn't mean you can't have fun. Using the example of Mary-Sue's camping trip, we might be able to show that her dad taught her how to pack a camping bag like a pro, because he used to do it all the time during the war on his home planet. That kind of stuff is sooooo nice to throw in as a little interlude and works great to show your audience some sweet backstory. Want another quick and dirty trick for figuring out if you've got too much *extra* going on in a scene? Ask yourself:

Is it (relevant to the situation) character development or is it straight-up plot development?

If it's either of those, you're good to go. If it's not, then it's probably fluff. And fluff is fine -- just don't let it get overgrown. Get comfy with leaving some stuff on the cutting board. I promise there'll be time to show it, later.

Also, I use Mary-Sue lovingly. If I had a dollar for every time one of my characters was called a Mary-Sue, well... maybe I'd be building my own space ship to P'shoo instead of writing Dethklok fanfic right now, I dunno... Don't come at me..!

Plot Development

I'll formally get more into the ways that I break a story down into beats, next time. Some of you can probably guess what that's going to be about, but before I do, I thought it'd be incredibly important to go over a few "points of etiquette" when figuring out how your plot is going to lay out.

So you've got your Arizona camping trip story or whatever running in your head. You've now got to consider what your major conflicts are going to be, and how they're going to be resolved (and if they're going to be resolved). Here's my honest opinion on how to make that interesting so your audience stays engaged and has the highest probability of maintaining their belief in the story as a whole:

Raise the stakes like it's an ABBA song, baby.

Seriously, folks. A lot of the advice I give to writers has often come down to some variation of this. And it's because if I'm reading your story, I need to care about what's happening. Simple as that.

Now, does that mean you have to hold all your characters at gunpoint, make them the only hope to save humanity, and position a meteor somewhere in the sky that will ultimately collide with the planet and destroy us all if someone (namely, our heroes) can't do something about it?!

I mean... it works for me... but no. No, you don't have to do all that. Conflict can be as big or as little as you want, so long as it is important to the people involved. A peanut butter shortage is no big deal until you have a cast whose diet consists solely of peanut butter. You dig?

And for the love of God, if you're new to writing especially, don't feel like you have to have more than one conflict at any given time. Characters are easy. Interactions are easy. Conflict is an absolute bear. Because you have to resolve it, and if you want to be a good writer, you have to give it a resolution that's satisfying. Now would be a good time to mention that whole thing about making your audience believe extends to the point after the story has ended. Sure, a big chunk of any reader's takeaway is bound to be how cool their favorite character behaved throughout the story, but the thing that'll stick with them for years, even if they never liked any of your characters, is how the conflicts were resolved (we all have that fanfic in our heads -- you know the one -- that made you rethink whole seasons of the canon? Yeah... yeah, that's the one...).

How will the peanut butter shortage end? What will the characters do if it never does? How will the world (as they know it) change? There's lots of things to consider when writing out a conflict, and indeed, it can be scary. I understand why a lot of people shy away from epic problems! I absolutely do! It's devastating to build up a huge story until you finally get to the point where you have to have an ending... and you just can't think of one...

And that's why you guys have heard me say this one over and over and over again:

Conflict is made worlds easier if you figure out your ending, first.

Especially, ESPECIALLY if you do want to write multiple conflicts. Because they gotta all come together eventually, pals. And no, I don't mean you have to have it perfectly written out -- but the more you know about whether or not the major conflict will be managed and how you see your cast coming through it all, the better. You miss a huge opportunity to tie things into neat little bows if you have no idea where all your strings have run off to. Plus, think of all the missed opportunities to throw in some allusions to what happens at the end! Think about the theme! The metaphors!

Well... think about them, eventually... Let's talk about that for a minute and we'll move on to what's happening, next time:

Themes, Metaphor, and other Artsy Crap

You don't need to figure this out yet. Stop sweating it at the beginning of the writing process.

There we go.

The Next Steps

Next time we meet, I'll start to show you my actual process for turning an idea for a story into an actual comic. We'll get more nuanced about all the things we touched on, here, and rest assured -- it's okay if you haven't gotten everything figured out by this point. I sometimes think writing is akin to performative art -- the audience isn't privy to the performance, but they do get snapshots of the best parts at the end. Often, you just don't know where everything is going to end up until you get going. And for that reason, I want to end with this most invaluable piece of advice for any and all writers:

It's okay if you don't have every step along the way clearly mapped. It matters that you start walking.

Seeya next time, goofballs!

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