#pencase

[papermoodstudio]

Stationery and books, and coffee, can't really go a day without.Otherwise I feel like I've lost my soul.

[7catonline]

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[babybugdiary612]

Dude ... That's my childhood pencaseʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ

[moniiiii112]

doing maths hw at 1 am cuz ive been procrastinating and i solved everything wrong then opened the calculator for 3 times 4 oml how am i gonna pass im so serious rn

[keysforthenight]

.:*:・'☆ my low budget uni dorm altar, that contains :

drawn candles for Them (can't light candles bc of smoke detector)

a book about symbolism in literature

my sketchbook

my pencase

my tarot deck

and last month's travel pass

will add more things / rearrange it, when i can / have the budget <3

[m4iya]

Notebook p.2

Yamaguchi Tadashi

The winter sun shone brightly through the overcast clouds. It was warm enough to ditch your gloves, but not your jacket. Feet sinking into the snow as you walked to school, small footsteps trailed behind you. Occasionally slipping, but not enough to faceplant.

As you walked, you rehearsed your greeting in your head.

“Hey, Good morning Yamaguchi!!”

No, that sounds too excited..

“What’s up, Yams?”

Absolutely not. He’d probably never speak to you again.

“’Sup.”

Just no.

You sighed, watching as puffs of air exited your mouth, condensing in the cold morning. Your cheeks felt warm despite the weather, and you cupped your face in your hands.

Am I seriously overthinking a greeting? What’s gotten into me? I can do this!

And somehow, you needed to go from greeting him in the morning, to asking him to help you organise your notes, and maybe even to study. Eventually, you found yourself standing in front of the school gates, purposely walking slowly.

What if I get there and he’s not even in class yet? Is he usually early? I can’t remember..

After scrolling on your phone for a couple minutes, cooing at pictures of cats, you decide to finally enter the building, and in turn, your classroom. Walking up the steps, you thought to just take it as it comes; to go with the flow! You open the door of the classroom, and there he is, taking his chair out and placing his bag onto the desk. You paid it no mind and walked towards your own. Though, he saw you first.

“Good morning, y/n!” He greeted you, turning to face you with a small smile.

“Good morning, Yamaguchi” You replied, attempting to sound as nonchalant as you could manage.

You did it! You said hi!

Setting your belongings down on your table behind him, you felt your heartbeat finally come to a stable rhythm. You sighed to yourself, trying to decide how you would take the next step.

You took a glance at Yamaguchi, your eyes shifting to focus on the table beside him. You recognised the now empty seat as the place of the tall blonde boy you saw in the volleyball gym yesterday. He and Yamaguchi seemed to be friends, but it looks like he couldn’t make it to school today. The bell signalling the beginning of homeroom rang, and everyone rushed to their seats. Soon after, the first class of the day began and you took out your notebook, preparing to write.

Looking forward at the teacher who began to take their own resources out from their bag, your eyes shift to the rest of the class.

Everyone else was doing the same. Taking out their notebooks, pencases and.. textbooks?

Oh! You still needed to take yours out of your bag.

You stuck your hand into your bag, hung on the side of your table, searching for the familiar feel of its binding. Though, you couldn’t feel anything of the sort. Confused, you propped the bag up onto your desk, and began searching inside it with both hands.

Oh… Looks like you lost your book this time.

In all your panic putting together a plan to greet Yamaguchi, it seems like you forgot your textbook at home. Actually, it looks like you didn’t just forget your first class’s textbook, you forgot to pack every other textbook too.

You mentally shed a tear.

With the little material you had on your desk, your gaze nervously scattered around the classroom, your hands placed on your lap.

What do I do..?

You decide to remain silent for the time-being. Maybe your teacher wouldn’t catch on, or-

“y/n, where’s your textbook?”

Oh man.

Standing up from your chair to reply, “I-I left them all at home!”, you internally recoiled from your tone. I sounded oddly confident in that.

A couple smirks were heard amongst your peers.

Your teacher sighed, holding the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. It seemed he wanted to tell you off but decided to remain calm instead. Removing his hand and scanning the classroom, his eyes fell upon the empty seat in front of you.

“Sit next to Yamaguchi and the two of you can share his textbooks for the day”.

What?!

Your heartbeat began to pick up pace. This.. this was too much for you to handle!

Though, you obviously didn’t say anything, picked up your belongings and scurried over to the empty individual table next to him. You pushed it towards his to connect the two and sat down.

Timidly keeping your head down, facing your notebook as the teacher began his lesson. That was until you heard a low whisper from your left.

“Hey, y/n..”

Turning your head to look at him while he spoke, you felt your ears burn up. After you spoke to him yesterday in the gymnasium, his face was practically etched into your memory. Though, here you were, sitting only centimetres beside him, arms nearly touching, and with his face so close to yours as he whispered:

“..Could I get some lead refills?”.

With a smile and a nod, you reached your hand into your pencase, and took out the lead, placing a few on his side of the desk. Some time into the lesson, your focus began to waver as you caught yourself glancing to your left on multiple occasions.

He sat beside you, taking soft breaths with his head propped up on his left hand. When his hair occasionally fell into his line of vision, he’d use his right hand to brush it out of the way. He’d then place that same hand holding his mechanical pencil back onto the book and continue his neat notetaking. When he made a mistake, he’d gently rub the page with an eraser, and brush the shavings out of the way with his right hand.

You figured you hadn’t thanked him for using his textbook yet, so you decided to discretely pass him a note that read

‘Thanks for the textbook’. Before sending it over, you added a small smiley face.

Using your left hand to push it towards him, he took it and placed it over his notebook to read it. You didn’t directly look at him, but you made out a coy smile from the corner of your eye.

Soon after, you received the note back, to which it read: ‘You helped me yesterday, right? This is nothing’. Next to his reply was a poorly drawn depiction of his previously lost notebook. You couldn’t help but giggle.

Soon enough, the two of you found yourselves passing notes to each other every few seconds, with him discretely tearing out small bits of paper from the back of his notebook to write to you.

‘Do you understand the lesson?’

‘Yeah, kind of. Could do with some extra studying though’

‘You got this!’

You eyed out his last message, trying to make out the drawing on the side. Was it.. a flexing arm? Using the context, that was what you ended up deriving from it. Taking your mechanical pencil in hand, you decided to correct his little drawing, with an arrow pointing towards your own on another part of the note. You silently handed it back to him, wearing a timid smile.

‘Wow, I didn’t know you draw!’ He wrote

‘It’s just a hobby!’

Watching him writing on the page through the corner of your eye, it was as though you could hear his voice trailing alongside his words. Before you knew it, there were a ton of crumpled up notes across both of your desks, filled with little chats and doodles between the two of you. Grabbing them all, you stuffed them into your pencase. The teacher already called you out once today, but if it happened again it’d be really embarrassing. You overheard a small chuckle from your left as you shoved them into your pencase with slight panic.

Before you knew it, the bell signalling lunch break had rung. You returned your belongings to your desk and grabbed your lunchbox from your bag, preparing to sit on your own table.

You thought that he may have felt uncomfortable, having you sit next to him for the whole day. As you pulled out your chair, lunchbox in hand, you heard a voice call out to you.

“Everything okay?” He said, turning halfway around in the chair to face you.

“Yeah, I just thought I’d go back to my table. I feel like I’m being a bother”. You replied with a shrug, fidgeting with the books in your hands in an attempt to avoid his eyes.

the moment you shifted your gaze towards him, you caught sight of his expression. He wore a shy expression as he lifted his hand to scratch his neck; his freckled face now a subtle hue of pink.

“You don’t have to move..” He stammered; eyes hesitant to meet yours.

You stood silently for a moment, surrounded by the almost muffled voices of your various classmates in the background.

Looks like he didn’t see you as a bother.

“Are you sure?” You asked hesitantly.

Yeah, I mean, Tsukki’s not here today, and, well” He cleared his throat, “It’s not like you’re annoying or anything..”

As you sat back down next to him, you worried that he’d be able to hear your heartbeat from how heavily it thumped in your chest.

The two of you began chatting again, following the topics that you had mentioned in your notes.

Even though you were only sitting together because your teacher told you to, once class was over, you both carried your conversation outside the school as he offered to walk you home.

The two of you picked up a snack from the convenience store. Once you both picked what you wanted, he offered to hold the things you had chosen and told you he’d be right back. Turns out, he paid for you without telling you beforehand.

“Why’d you do that? I could’ve paid for me and you!” You frustratedly asked as the two of you left the store together.

“It’s no big deal!” He chuckled.

Once you eventually reached your home, he suddenly stopped in his tracks outside the gates to your house as you were unlocking them.

Turning around, you saw him standing there wearing a nervous expression.

You’re not sure if it was the snowflakes that nestling atop his head and sparkling in the afternoon glow, or the winter sunset, glossing his face and contouring his features; but his cheeks looked a little red.

“Um..” He murmured, nervously biting the skin on his bottom lip before continuing. “You.. Uh, you..” He fiddled with the hem of his scarf . “Thanks for today..” his gaze scattered as he attempted to avoid your eyes “Um.. we can do this again.. even if you remember your books..”

Your eyes widened. It took you a moment to take in what he was trying to say. You cupped your cheeks with your hands as you felt them warm up. Your stomach churned, butterflies fluttering around inside.

Looking up at him, you watched him nervously blow cold air onto his gloved hands, cupped in front of his mouth in an attempt to distract himself.

“Sure..” you timidly replied with a soft smile.

Silence befell the two of you. This was probably the last thing you were expecting him to say. For him to have not found you to be annoying or obnoxious was probably the last thing you expected. Even if he hadn’t said that, you probably would’ve continued to hang around him.

Your feelings only began to bud a few days ago; where you couldn’t help but ignore him after seeing him for who he is. The way he’d carefully string together his words, softly speaking them as to not taint your feelings.. His kind, subtle gestures of opening doors for you, not letting you walk close to the road..

You’d only really known him for two days, but it felt as though the two of you were already so close.

Suddenly, you broke the silence that the both of you were basking in.

“Yamaguchi, don’t you have practice?”

He adjusted the shoulder strap of his bag.

“Yeah.. but if it was to spend a little more time with you, I figured they wouldn’t mind me being late..”

other works

[darkbluekies]

I think my obsession with dark blue has spireld

My notebook is dark blue, 2 of my pencases are dark blue, the hoodie I'm wearing right now is dark blue, my headphones are dark blue, I have 3 bags that are dark blue, a jacket i have is dark blue, my nail polish is dark blue, my wallpaper is dark blue, my teddy bunny is (dust because i coulsnt find a dark) blue. I WAS going to paint my fondant (?) wall dark blue too but my mother said that it'd probably make the room feel smaller so I did green

Aka if there is dark blue as a color option when I'm getting something ITS GOING TO BE DARK BLUE💙

[peterfields]

Get inspired! Today with...

-Wool Fleece Cardigan in mustard, Classic Bandana in olive and Sport Socks ecru/orange by @universal_works

-Le Pantalon „Penitencier“ in kaki and Le Bonnet „Matafs Forçats“ in nature by @fleurs.de.bagne

-Moving Blanket, Giant Brass Safety Pin and Vintage Parachute Square Bag by #puebco

-Brick Shape Box in Wood original, Mug Grande and Dessert Plate in grey by #novitahome

-TRC Pencase by #travelerscompany

[cowboywritersworld]

365 days to fall in love

General Masterlist | AEW Masterlist | Claudio Castagnoli Masterlist

Characters: Claudio Castagnoli, Reader, Sheamus, Jon Moxley, Darby Allin

Plot: Claudio is the boss of a mafia family with Sheamus and Jon as his right and left hand men. What happens when Reader discovers her big brother owes them way too much money and can't afford to pay them?

AN: This fic, which will get part of a serie, is partly because of @madhatterbri, who has been fueling my insane ideas. ♥

Claudio looks at himself in the mirror, while tying his tie. Together with the jacket, that is the only piece of clothing he is still missing. His tuxedo is totally black, while his button down shirt is of a different color: white. From the corner of his eyes he can see rays of sunshine timidly make their way into his suite. His bed is kissed by them, but it is empty... Far too empty for his likings.

Hir Rolex shows that it is already 8 am and he sighs, knowing that he should hurry up. He rolls his cuffs, walking to the chair, from where he takes the jacket and wears it with a swift movement of his callous hands. As the Swiss born man finally gets out of his suite, he notices Sheamus - his right-hand man - there waiting for him.

"Is the car ready?" Claudio asks as they walk through the corridor and down the stairs.

"Yes and everyone is ready to go." Sheamus follows him and when they get to the car he opens the door for his best friend and boss, sitting down next and buckles himself in.

"The idiot better has the money he owes us." Claudio contemplates. He doesn't really like that family and he feels fooled by the man who owes them money, ever since he has noticed a badass motorcyclein their yard, the last time they visited. "We have already left him some hints, he should know better than let us wait anymore." There is litte to no room at all for him to get away with it. "Me, you and Jon will be at the door, the others will stay behind, in the car, so he doesn't see them." The boss looks out of the window, while Sheamys simply nods at his words.

Y/N is in her room: she just got ready for University, wearing some tight black pants, a long sleeve shirt and a motorcycle jacket, so she is protected in the very rare case she should have an accident. In the two years she has had her driver licence, she never had an accident, but one can never be too sure about that.

She fluffs out her curly long hair, putting her notebook and pencase together in her backpack, where she already has the clothes she will change into at the coffee shop for her shift. She loves her part-time job, even though it has nothing to do with what she is actually learning, but it helps with her student fees, so she is not a burden to her parents.

"Ehy big bro, do you want me to prepare some breakfast for you as well?" She calls out while walking down the stairs.

"Yes please. Some scrambled eggs and bacon, if you have time?" He is not sure when she is set to start, her lessons aren't always at the same time.

"Don't worry, I still have more than one hour, you take your time." She normally likes to wake up early, take a shower, get everything ready for the day and at the same time listen - through her airpods - at the last lesson she had with that day's teachers. She starts cooking the bacon, while cracking the eggs in the heating pan. She hums while she juggles between the pans, almost jumping when the door bell rings. The clock shows 8:15 am, so who could it be that early in the morning? "I'll take it!" She turns the stoves off, making sure that the food doesn't burn, cleans her hands and finally gets the door while drying them. "Uh... How may I help you?" She is confused, those men all in black are huge and she can't recall ever seeing them there.

"Wo ist dein Bruder?" The tallest man asks her. He seems more intimidating as well and she would love to answer, but she really has no idea what he asked her.

"We don' hav' da whole day!" Jon snorts, but Sheamus smacks him on the nape, before Claudio can get nervous.

"Where are your manners, men?" Sheamus sighs and turns to Y/N. "Please excuse them. Someone apparently forgot not everyone in the States knows German." He points at Claudio. "He asked you where your brother - Darby, if I recall correctly - is. Is he - by any chance - still at home?"Even by being a man from the Mafia, Sheamus tries to be polite. She seems already scared enough.

Claudio sighs, nodding at his right-hand man's words. "Yeah, sorry. We are looking for your brother." That girl is beautiful and very cool, he has never seen her before, but Darby and her are so much alike. The boss licks his lips, taking more interest in her with each movement she makes.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know a single word in German." She turns slightly around, exposing her bare neck to them for a brief second, looking around before calling her big brother out loud. "Big bro, someone wants to speak with you."

Y/N is not sure she should let them in, so she just waits there. The more seconds pass, the more she feels like she is naked in front of those three men. Even with being half turned around, she knows the tallest man between them isn't taking his eyes off her body, especially not off her legs kissed by those tight black pants and she doesn't feel at ease. The situation feels even worse for her, when the man rambling about not having the whole day, starts to smoke. It is one of the few things she can't stand: she literally hates it. She coughs when the smoke reaches her nostrils, feeling relieved when Darby finally comes downstairs.

"What do you want?" He asks coldly, taking Y/N by one arm and bringing her behind himself. "Go to your room, I'll handle this." He doesn't want her to get involved in any way, nor for her to hear about their financial problems. He puts himself more between Claudio and her, not liking how he is looking at his sister.

"Oh no, there is no need for your beautiful little sister to go to her room. There are no secrets and she is old enough to know about this meeting, Allin." Claudio's voice is sharp, not letting room for a no.

Y/N looks down at Darby first, then her gaze meets the German man's and she has to take a step back, a bit scared. "I-I think I'll stay here." She claims, stepping back a bit more though.

"Imma go to da car, don' take fuck'n too long." Jon leaves them there, rolling his shoulders and still smoking.

"What are you all doing here?" Darby has to pretend: he knows exactly what they want, but he still doesn't have the money.

Claudio bursts out laughing, taking a step closer to the younger man. "Oh, I am sure you know more than well what we are after." His gaze crosses once again Y/N's, and the girl blushes just at the silent and single staredown.

"Let her go, she doesn't need to know about our problems." Darby squeezes her hand, in a silent affirmation that he is fine and everything will be as well.

"How old are you, Y/N?" Claudio keeps looking at her, not even caring about the small man in front of him. The more he looks at her, the more she seems interesting to him.

"I turned 19 last month, Sir." Chills run down her spine, while she registers his deep voice, now strangely tender, than where he was talking with her brother.

"Don't talk to her!" Just the way he looks at his little sister, is making Darby sick.

"So? She is old enough, no need to keep it a secret anymore." Claudio smirks, raising an eyebrow at him. "Playing the protective brother's role? You are very laughable." He shoves his head, staring back at the girl. "I can decide who to speak with." He adds, hissing.

"I don't have what you are searching for. Neither does my little sister." Darby doesn't care about what may happen to himself, he is more worried about Y/N and her dream to become a doctor. "I'm asking you one more time, man. Let her go, she is learning at the University, she wants to become a doctor. She has lessons to be at." Why should he even expect mercy from men like them?

"Oh, so you are a future doctor? How convenient." Claudio licks his lips once again, laughing at Darby's snort.

"Stop looking at her like that. She will never be yours!" That man is really testing out his patience, but he knows he will be in serious trouble if he dares to hit him. "What kind of future do you think you can give her? She doesn't belong to your world or business." He makes the bold and stupid decision of spitting down at his feet, enraged.

"Trust me when I tell you that she would live a better life with me, rather than staying here with you and your family." His eyes get dark, he can't stand that insult anymore. His hand moves quickly, but it never really reaches Darby's face. The hand around his wrist is tiny in comparison to one of his, but it's still quite strong.

"You...!" Sheamus wants to grab her, but Claudio raises a hand in a silent request to not take action about it.

"Such a strong and fiery little woman you are, Y/N." The Swiss man deep inside is angry, but he is deeply amused by the guts she has.

"My brother may have said wrong things and I apologize for that, but I won't let you hurt him." She doesn't let his wrist go at the moment.

"I like your behaviour, you may be young, but don't let anyone get over you." Claudio wriggles his wrist easily out of her hold. "Fine, you can go. What me and your brother need to talk about takes more time than you actually have."

Y/N takes a deep breath, taking her backpack and the helmet, together with the keys of her blue Yamaha R1. Darby lets her through and, when she goes past the tallest man, she feels one of his hands rub on her right arm. From the corner of her eyes she looks at him, walking to the garage, where her motorcycle is. She brings it out on the street, getting on it, before looking back at the entrance of her house. She can see that they are still there and she can't help but look at Claudio, who has his back turned to her. His broad shoulders and his entire body are interesting for her. She still has no idea about who those men are: she is sure Darby never had friends who speak German, but it doesn't matter. With a sigh she finally drives off, still feeling that brush on her arm.

"Now that your precious little sister is gone..." Claudio looks darkly at Darby. "This is your last notice: you have ten days. If when we come back you still don't have my money, there will be consequences." He grins now. "You sure have a pretty sister." He underline, leaving rhw discussion at that. "Ten more days, Allin. If I was you, I would make sure to get the money." He turns halfway around. "Let's go."

"Fuck you!" Darby screams at the top of his lungs, closing the door hard behind him.

*************

Five days pass by and even if Y/N tries to get answers from her brother, he always dismisses her. That day is a Saturday and she is working full time at the coffee shop, since she has no university and the boss needs her as an extra help. She reaches her boss at the register, still putting on her apron, smiling at her. That old woman has always felt like a second mother to her.

Normally Y/N would get assigned to the private rooms, if anyone asks for one of them, else she normally helps out in the three normal rooms they have. The private ones are fancier and require a level of attention which is higher than in the shared ones.

"So Y/N, right before you came in, three men sat in Lounge 1, so I would say you focus the first hour on them. If they are good and help is needed out here, you can come help out." Lysa adviced her: whenever Y/N is there, she does that, since she is so good at what she does. If she wouldn't have university, Lysa would surely offer her an open-ended work, full time.

"Sure Lysa. I'll get directly to them, so they won't wait anymore. You all know where to find me, if needed." Y/N smiles at her coworkers, walking towards the lounge she has been directed to, getting her palmtop ready to take the order. She freezes at the door, as she hears the men talking between themselves. She can clearly hear that German accent she had heard just five days prior. She hates how it sends chills down her spine, but she brushes it off, getting professional. "Goodmorning gentlemen. I'll be your server for today." Is it a coincidence that they are there?

"Good-" Claudio's words die in his throat as he clearly remembers that voice and that figure. "Will you be serving only us, Y/N?" He needs to speak with her and that opportunity is perfect, rather than having to wait for her to finish her shift.

"I am assigned here, but if my coworkers need me, I'll have to leave you alone and help outside, Sir." She has no idea why he would want to know something like that and it kinda creeps her out.

"Good, because I need to speak with you. It's good that we stopped here to have my daily dose of coffee." He looks at Jon and Sheamus: the first rolls his eyes, the latter chuckles instead.

"He can't live without coffee, don't mind him too much." Sheamus sits comfortable on the couch, smirking at Claudio.

"Stop that, Sheamus." Claudio rolls his eyes as well, glancing back at the girl. "Put in an order for an iced caramel macchiato for me, please." He is strangely tender and gentle this time around.

"Black coffee both for me and Jon here." Sheamus adds, elbowing the other man when he groans.

Y/N nods and sends the order, standing there awkwardly, not knowing what to say. "So..."

"No, let me speak, Y/N." Claudio stops her from speaking any further, still being gentle though. "Come here for a moment, please."

"Sir, I don't think -" She looks around: surely her boss or her coworkers can't see her, but that's not professional.

"I won't hurt you. I know our first meet has not been one of the best, but I promise I don't intend to hurt you in any way." He kist lets his hands rest on his knees, after turning around to face her better.

"I..." Y/N sighs, getting some steps closer to him, stopping not too far away. If he reaches a hand out, he can touch her.

"Good girl." He sits back in his chair, so that she can feel less tense about the whole situation. "I knew you could be a good girl for me." He slowly raises a hand until it reaches some strands of her long hair, snaking through them.

Y/N looks at his hand, following each of his movements, holding her breath until she is sure he won't really touch her so directly. She wasn't prepared to get praised by him. so she isn't sure about what she should say. "I haven't -"

"Sh..." Claudio shushes her, raising his hand until it reaches her lips and he places a finger on it, lightly pressing on it. Her shaky breath seems to be engulfing it and that makes him smirk. That girl really is interesting.

She can feel her heart beat faster, her breath catches up, but she can't bring herself to react, apart from still melting because of the praise. She bites her lower lip, torturing it.

"Very good girl, listening to me." He taps on her lips. "Don't torture this cute lips." He smirks, letting her finally peaceful. "On a more serious note: I wanted to apologize for what you had to see. I apologize that you had to see that part of me." He sighs. "Your big brother owes me a lot of money and I can't wait forever to get it back." Claudio hates to have to tell her that, but he is sure Darby hasn't told her anything, even with the last timeline he has given him.

"Darby what?" She gasps, shocked at those words. "Why..." Her mind races, she doesn't understand why he never told her anything, not even after what happened some days prior. She takes a couple of steps back, almost as if she has burnt herself.

"I am sure he loves you so much he didn't want to drag you into this mess." Claudio lets her take distance, but he is not at fault there.

"How much does he owe you?" She may not have much on the side, because of university fees, but she wants to do something.

"Why do you want to get involved, Y/N?" Claudio is amused once again, but she is different from before.

"They have done so much for me, I owe them so much, so please do tell me. I'll do anything." She rubs a hand on her arm, nervous now.

"I appreciate you wanting to help, but a woman is not in a man's business. Your brothwr knew what he was getting into when he signed a deal with me." The gentle tone is now gone.

"Don't hurt him please!" Tears threaten to roll down her cheeks and she feels like she is about to have a mental break down. "Is... Is there any way for me to help them out?" She needs to go take some fresh air, but she has to work as well.

"There is literally nothing you can give me or that you can do, Miss Y/N. Your brother is a little weasel, he'll go around, tell that I let him go and everyone will think I have become soft." He pinches his nose, now he only wants his coffee, he feels bad enough for her.

"I'm sorry Sir. I'll bring your order quickly."

She is relieved when she hears the bell with which her coworker Jenny is calling her. She lets the three men alone, getting their order from the counter with a smile. She is back into the room not long after, leaving the coffees in front of them without a single word, before getting out another time.

"Jenny, can you please cover me for a moment? My stomach is hurting." She just eeds to go to the bathroom and cry, she can't hide the tears anymore.

"Of course Y/N, just go."

Y/N can tell that Jenny is concerned, worried about her, but she smiles fondly at her, running to the bathroom, where she leans against the door, finally letting the tears stream down her cheeks. She absolutely has to find a way to help her brother out, but she can't think straight at the moment. It takes her a few minutes before she is calm enough to get out there after wiping her cheeks. She assures the boss that she can go on working, now feeling better, before Jenny gets back to her.

"They are waiting for you. I tried to help them out, but they were very adamant on having you there, Y/N." She smirks at her. "You never told me you have such handsome friends."

"Thanks for covering. I'll get back to them." You blush at her smirk, even though they are not her friends, they are indeed handsome. "Because they are not my friends." Y/N leaves her there, going back to the lounge. "I'm sorry, here I am." She smiles as much as she can, but her eyes decieves her.

"May I get another iced caramel macchiato, please?" Claudio looks up at her, feeling bad at seeing her red eyes. "You have been crying." He finally states, confusing her.

"Sure, Sir. Anything else for you as w-?" Why would he even care about that? "Something got in my eyes, Sir." When Sheamus and Jon both shake their heads, she sends the new order.

"Here, take this." He hands her his business card. "We'll be back in five day, but if you want, you can call me before and we can come to some sort of agreements."

Y/N takes the card cautiously, turning it around in her hands for some moments. "What kind of agreements? I want to know the options beforehand." But should she really do something like that?

"You come stay with us for a whole year. I'll take care of you, of course. If by the end of that period you fall in love with me, your family's debt will be extinguished and you'll stay with me, If it doesn't happen, at the end of the year you are free to go back to your family and the debt will be extinguished as well." Claudio doesn't think too much about it, he is sure of himself. "You can add stipulations, of course."

"Da f'ck? Are ya outt' yar mind, Claudio?" Jon rolls his eyes, quite shocked at those words.

"Let's pretend I'm okay with this stipulation..." Y/N starts to say, getting Claudio's complete attention. "I still want to be able to go to university. To become a doctor has always been my dream and I've sacrificed so much for it. Plus, from time to time, I still want to work at this coffee shop, exactly like nothing happened." She waits eagerly for his answer, really hoping he would be okay with that.

"Fine, that's a possible deal. Think about this and let me know. If I don't hear from you, we'll surely see each other when the time is over."

Claudio stands up, leaves her 50 dollars, letting her know she can keep the change, before walking out with Sheamus and Jon. She just nods, taking the cash, changing it at the register. For the reminder of the time, she works flawlessly.

*********

Four days after, Y/N is laying down on her bed, turning the business card in her hands with a heavy sigh. She knows very well that her brother hasn't gathered enough money,m even without knowing exactly how much he owes that man. The house is silent: her parents are at work and Darby is... Somewhere. She has woken up completely alone, so she has no idea where he has gone. Reaching out to her phone which is on the nightstand, she unlocks it, typing the number written on that damn card.

"Claudio Castagnoli speaking." His voice is calm as he answers at the third ring.

"It's Y/N." She tells him, his voice once again sending chills down her spine.

"I was thinking you would never call me. You are amusing me each day that passes." Claudio grins: he knows what that call is about. "What do I owe the pleasure of this call?"

"Let's do it. 365 days. If I fall in love I'll stay with you, if not I can come back here when it is over." She states quickly, before she can change idea. "With my stipulations too." She finally adds.

"You made the right decision, Y/N. Pack your things, I0m picking you up in 30 minutes." He stands up to get ready.

"My motorbike as well, of course." She says firmly.

"We'll get that taken care of as well."

When he gets there, he lets her know with a message, helping her to load the suitcases in the limo. She looks back at her house, sighing sadly. She is doing that for her family, but she'll still miss them dearly. It is hard to go without saying goodbye, but if she stays, it'll be even harder to go.

[papermoodstudio]

Come and study with me! Open the canvas bag to see what's inside - my favourite Acacia pencil pouch, lily of the valley book jacket, tumbleweed weekly planner and bear thermos. I'm really enjoying the learning atmosphere and these lovely, beautiful things make me want to keep learning even more.

[zildraws]

My Husband and I went out on our honeymoon to go see a lovely sunset and I feel like that was one of the nicest horizon views we'd ever gotten to share.

Ultimately this was a fun quick one done by trying to blend the mildliners I keep in my pencase on a daily basis. It definitely wasn't the right paper to try and blend markers in, but it came out in a way I like, all things considered. Something's missing on this one tho. If you spot it message me on ko-fi and you might win a sketch request. :P

[c0rps3partybrainr0t]

Corpse Party: Restitched AU

Yuka Mochida!

I gave myself some rules for this AU as to not mess with the story too much- just to kinda Un-Ick the characters a bit. Basically they keep a good amount of their traits just making them more I guess.. 3d? Idk I tried my best.

More indepth rambling under the cut

Yuka Mochida

Design Notes

-Did research on Junior Highschool attire for Japan, The dress she wears normally is actually meant for Elementary. So I switched it out, I decided to steal the neck shoulder thing from her Rebuilt Design, it's kinda like some weird amalgamation of the normal Sailor suit thing.

-Since she has gone home already, you would think she would have gotten a jacket or something to bring the umbrella right? Decided that the Jacket was a gift from Satoshi, it's Merch from "Bad Evil Bunny" and has a Decal on the back.

-They rabbit on her headband is also a merch piece from "Bad Evil Bunny". Satsuki has a matching Patch that's on her uniform skirt!

Personality Notes

-Yuka Though being 14 has a more childish air to her. She often takes a liking to things that are geared towards younger children. Stuffed animals, toys, cartoons/anime. Often waking up early in the morning on weekends to catch an episode of pokemon or Tokyo mew mew while eating breakfast.

-She takes a liking to Stationary, More cutesy items like Pusheen and pokemon pens, pencils, notebooks, sticky notes, and pencases.

-She is introverted like straight up "Fuck new people", For like the first semester of Middle school people thought she was Mute because she never talked to anyone, that was till Her and Satsuki met and bonded over a shared interest of "Bad Evil Bunny". If you where to ask anyone else, they would say Yuka was an absolute Hermit but Satsuki would say otherwise. She'd say she would be the most energetic person ever.

-She has an horrible fear of Larger dogs, she can deal with smaller breeds such as the Shiba Inu but anything bigger and she'll be avoiding it like the plague.

-She really likes oversized and baggy clothing, her uniform is a bit larger so it can hang over her hands. Has a tendency to steal Satoshi's hoodie's or jackets sometimes because of that.

-She is the type of student that is always either sleeping, doodling, or daydreaming during class and somehow still has straight As

Relationship notes

Satoshi: Older brother! And older brother only- she loves him a lot but often gets annoyed when he forgets things and she has to bring it to him. She often refers to him as Toshi or Shi-Shi when they are at home.

Naomi: Sees her as an Older sister since she's been around since Yuka was born. Much like Satoshi, Naomi has a nickname as well. Usually it's Mimi. Yuka may or may not use Naomi as a way to get sweets every now and again whenever she can't get Satoshi to get her any.

Satsuki: BFF in and out of school, often drags Satsuki along to hang out with her and Satoshi's Freinds. She questions where the fuck she keeps her infinite supply of Potato chips.

Seiko: Finds her weird with some of the stuff she dose to Naomi and Satoshi, but when it's just Yuka and her they have a pretty nice time since Sekio's Mother hen instincts kick in.

Kishinuma: They bicker alot- like their love language towards each other is just pure aggression, they throw snide remarks at each other 24/7. But when it comes down to it Kishinuma would put his life on the line for Yuka

Mayu: Became real good Freinds after learning of their shared love of cutesy things, They trade Pokemon cards togeather and have so cosplayed togeather

Morishige: He creeps her out, more so because of his blank stare and indifferent personality to anyone that isn't Mayu.

Ayumi: Finds her kinda scary, she's sat in on some of her scary stories and they are usually too much for her. She dose like her candles though.

Ms. Yui: has only really met her once or twice so there is no real connection until the prank they played on Satoshi n Co at the begining of corpse party

[frango-maconheiro]

literally me when i realized i forgot my pencase out of all things, had to draw shit using my coloring stuff.

[jossujb]

Keksin hetki sitten, että voin pinnata postauksen / I just realized that you can pin a post

Jonkinlainen tilin esittely siis / somewhat of an introduction in order

Mä olen Jossu, 34v suomalainen muusuileva sinkku / I'm Jossu, 34yo finnish single enby

Teen töitä siivoojana / I work in cleaning

Harrastelen karatea, tanssimista, lukemista ja kirjoittamista / I hobby in karate, dancing, reading and writing

Laukussani on lompakko, penaali, piirustuspapereita ja puhelin / in my bag there is a wallet, pencase, drawing paper and a phone

Plussia / positives : - aidosti kiinnostunut laajasti vähän kaikesta / genuinely interested in just about everything - joustava ja ymmärtäväinen /flexible and understanding - avulias ja ystävällinen / helpful and friendly - ahkera töissä ja harrastuksissa / hardworking in jobs and hobbies

Negat / negatives: - puhelias ja takertuva / talkative and clingy - ailahteleva ja odottamaton / moodswingy and unpredictable

On joitakin mielenterveysongelmia / I have some mentalhealth issues

Tällä tilillä on taidejuttuja, joskus olen opiskellut ja tehnyt sivutoimisesti taidepuolen röitä, mutta nykyään tämä on tämmönen harrastus / in this account there is some art stuff. I have studied and done some side hustle in art over the years, but right now it's a hobby

Stooreissa on turhaa randomsettiä mun elämäst lol / in stories there will be random crap from my life lol

Sano moi tai seuraa jos tykkäät / say hi or follow if you like

[like-eachothersghosts]

found a new pen (old pen) (has been sitting at the bottom of my pencase for years) (don't know how it hasn't dried out yet) which means new art style!! had fun with this haven't done anything like this in a while :) was meant to be a 5 minute doodle (took me an hour) was meant to be tiny corner of a page (is over half the page) i would say you know the image but i don't actually think it's all that known of one (to me it is) (top tier image) might color digitally sometime (just flats) (digital art scares me it's secret evil wizardry and i don't know how to do it) also i really enjoy drawing mics and cables for some reason idk

[glitterdustcyclops]

while i'm thinking about pens, here's a lil "what's in my pencil case" post cuz it's been a minute since i've done one. can you tell my favorite color? lmao.

detail shots, writing sample & notes about everything under the cut

first we have our basic, "staple" pens and such, in order from the top left down and to the right:

+Zebra bLen FM2 Ballpoint Pen 0.5 mm - this particular version was a limited edition but JetPens sells other colors/models. to be honest i mostly got this because of the aesthetics of it, but the gimmick is that it's supposed to not "rattle" or shake as much as other pens, making it a smoother "stress-free" writing experience and i suppose that would be true if the ink didn't skip so ding dang much. i give it a 4.5/10

+Zebra Sarasa Push Clip Gel Pen 0.5 mm Black - ohhh now we're talkin. my first true stationery crush. i own these in every color they come in. you're never gonna go wrong with a zebra sarasa. as a lefty i'm wary of smudges and these puppies dry fast and don't skip. i would marry this pen if i could.

+Tombow Fudenosuke Brush Pen Hard Tip - my preferred choice for doing brush pen lettering. i like the fude touch sign pens from pentel too but their ink tends to be too juicy for me as a lefty & it's a smudge hazard, but tombows are perfect.

+ Sakura Pigma Micron 10 (0.6 mm) - this is actually a new thing, i was messing around with different headers a few weeks ago and after i was done i was too lazy to stick this back where it goes with its family, so i put it in my pencase. but you never know when you need a nice thick black marker to do headers and stuff in your bullet journal, you know?

+Sakura Gelly Roll White 10 & Glitter - these two are almost impossible to swatch but very useful for doing fun ~effects~ on ur headers. the white is about as opaque as i've found in a gel pen, and the glitter is transparent so it goes over pretty much everything and just adds a hint of bling.

+Zebra DelGuard Mechanical Pencil 0.5 mm Hello Kitty & eraser - no joke the best mechanical pencil i've ever tried, i will never use another. it's one of them fancy japanese over-engineered sorts of things, and it's got all sorts of mechanics in it to keep lead from breaking, and it WORKS. as someone who prefers a fine lead in my pencils, having your pencil constantly shatter is frustrating as hell but i have literally never had that problem with these. the eraser is, i think, from sun star, idk. i got it cuz it was cute but it's really nothing special.

+Midori Multi Ruler 30 cm - this thing is super helpful for getting straight lines when doing bullet journal headers. the hinge helps it fold up compact & also lets it work as a compass but i typically don't worry about that.

next up, our ~fun colors~ starting with our minty greens

+Pentel Energel Clena w/ Turquoise Blue refill 0.5 mm - this originally came with a black ink refill but i wanted it to match so i bought a turquoise one separately and i think it's super cute. in case it isn't obvious mint green/teal are my favorite colors and so i love carrying around multiple options to give my notes a lil pop of my fav shade.

+Pentel Fude Touch Sign Pen Emerald Green - another new addition to the pen case, i honestly just stuck it in here because i didn't have enough room in the green section of my brush pen/marker organizer lol. but you know, it's my go-to fav color, it's helpful to keep around. like i mentioned up above i sometimes struggle with the pentel brush pens cuz of how juicy the ink is, so i don't use them as often, but the color is really pretty and they write very nicely.

+Zebra Mildliner Highlighter Mid Blue-Green - of course i am a basic bitch who loves mildliners. i own literally every color & this one is only here because it's a duplicate, and so i just stuck it in the pencil case to match everything else. but you know, every situation can be improved with a mildliner i think. (also stationery confession- am i the only one who likes the brush pens better than the regular highlighters? cuz i do. they're fun!!)

+Sakura Gelly Roll Moonlight 1.0 mm Pastel Green - another pen i am only keeping in here because it doesn't fit with the rest of my gel pens (i may or may not have a problem) but again, it matches.

finally, we have the Zebra Sara Push Clip Gel Pens 0.5 mm in Vintage Colors. did you think i was kidding when i said this was my favorite pen & i own every color? i meant every. color.

i really like these vintage ones because they're more readable than some of the bright/pastel shades of the regular pens. very sophisticated. also that green black matches so beautifully with all my favorite minty green shades.

so there you have it, everything i keep in my everyday pen case. if you're wondering this is a Sun Star Delde pencil case, this colorway doesn't exist anymore but i love these slide kind of pencil cases that turn into standing pen cups. very convenient to keep out on your desk. and, of course, it matches everything else. :D