#Foreign Exchange Basics

[salvadorbonaparte]

"tiktok has massive problems that even if you don't agree with a complete ban have to be addressed for all social media platforms" and "the Chinese government is doing pretty awful things" and "there is a lot of sinophobic fearmongering and double standards in the conversation about tiktok" and "people should exercise basic caution signing up to foreign or domestic social media" and "most Chinese citizens like US citizens are just people living their life and cultural exchange between them can be beneficial for both sides" and "some people being on the same social media site isn't going to solve everything " and "I want to study the linguistics happening there under a microscope" are opinions that can coexist

[iguesswhatimtryingtosayis]

Me: GOD I just want to eat 4 day old pizza, it's not like I'm trying to kill anyone.

My sister: That pizza was not refrigerated. You would be trying to kill yourself.

Me: It's not even that oldddd

[kxsagi]

Can you please make a hc of blue lock 11 with a reader who is an exchange student and their family is basically a host for the 3 years of readers school? Omg I wonder how'd they'll deal with that🫣🫣

“𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨”

a/n: some might be out of character/not canon and i apologize 😓

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, otoya eita, yukimiya kenyu, karasu tabito, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, niko ikki, gagamaru gin, mikage reo, hiori yo, barou shoei

isagi yoichi

the moment you arrive, isagi’s mom greets you like you’re her long-lost child. full-on apron, cookies, and “sweetheart, are you hungry?” 

isagi tries to play it cool but nearly knocks over a vase when you smile and say his name with your accent. 

you quickly become the golden child of the household. his parents adore you. they’re always like “why can’t you be more like her?” 

he’s so stressed. 

you help him study for school and he helps you with japanese, except half the time you catch him staring at your mouth when you pronounce things wrong. 

one night you’re wearing pajama shorts and brushing your teeth, and he walks past the bathroom, sees your legs, and promptly runs into the wall. 

tries to hide his feelings until his mom says, “you know, you’d make a cute couple,” and he short-circuits on the spot. 

his little cousin saw you two giggling and drew a picture labeled “isagi’s wife.” he’s still recovering. 

itoshi rin

rin’s family? normal. rin? not emotionally equipped for this. 

when you show up, he avoids eye contact and just mutters “room’s down the hall.” 

his older brother sae walks by, raises a brow, and just goes “... good luck.” 

rin has a system. a routine. a silent household. then you walk in with your foreign snacks and your cheery little “good morning!” and it’s all downhill. 

you catch him watching you dance around while making eggs. he denies it to this day. 

he keeps buying your favorite snacks “just because they were on sale,” but they never are. 

his mom loves you. invites you to help cook. rin accidentally says “thank you” to you instead of her and chokes on his rice. 

one day you fall asleep on the couch with your head on his shoulder. he doesn’t move for three hours. not even to use the bathroom. 

nagi seishiro

you move in and within the first hour he’s like “can i nap in your room?” 

his mom is an absolute saint. she keeps asking if you’re comfortable and if nagi is being too lazy (he is). 

nagi gets attached too fast. follows you around the house like a sleepy cat. 

you teach him slang from your country and he starts using it in the most inappropriate situations. 

like “yo that’s fire” about a math test. 

he accidentally sees you in a face mask one night and thinks you’re a ghost. goes into cardiac arrest. wakes up his mom. 

he gets a little jealous when you get friendly with some neighborhood boys and mumbles “don’t like that” under his breath. 

tries to impress you by scoring goals at the park. ends up tripping on the ball and says it’s your fault for watching him. 

otoya eita

the moment you show up, he leans on the doorframe with a smirk and says, “i didn’t know foreign girls were this cute.” 

his mom adores you. his sister adores you. his grandma’s ready to knit you a sweater. 

otoya? in hell. 

flirts with you constantly, but you’re unfazed, and it drives him nuts. 

you steal his hair ties and his hoodie once, and he lays face down on the floor for ten minutes. 

makes you breakfast once, shirtless, like it’s a romcom. burns the toast. still acts like it was seductive. 

one day you walk in wearing his oversized hoodie and he just deadass says “i’m gonna marry you.” 

accidentally says “babe” instead of your name. pretends it was a joke. it was not. 

yukimiya kenyu

this man’s family has taste. they have scented candles. fancy dinner. classical music at breakfast. 

yukimiya greets you like a prince: “welcome to our home. i hope you’ll be comfortable.” 

you trip on the rug and he catches you bridal-style. moment one. 

his mom invites you to spa nights. his dad debates art with you. he teaches you skincare routines with extreme intensity. 

once you walked into the kitchen in an old t-shirt and his jaw dropped like you were on a runway. 

you catch him posing in the mirror and he’s like “it’s for my mental clarity.” 

gets flustered when you compliment him. “you look good today.” visible lag in system. 

literally gets pouty when you don't notice his new cologne. he 100% wears it for you. 

karasu tabito

his mom welcomes you with open arms and a giant plate of food. 

his dad is chill. and karasu? chaotic big brother mode activated. 

teases you constantly: your accent, your height, your choice in cereal – nothing is safe. 

but threatens to fight a guy in your class when he hears someone called you “foreign girl” like it’s an insult. 

his mom starts calling you her “bonus daughter.” karasu tells everyone you're the "family's favorite now." 

has a secret soft spot for when you say his name gently. tries not to show it. 

once you fell asleep on his shoulder and he pretended to be annoyed but didn’t move for two hours. 

brags to everyone at school that you live with him. “yeah, she’s kinda obsessed with me.” he gets kicked for that. 

bachira meguru

bachira’s house is a vibe. weird posters, odd trinkets, and like, randomly hanging up abstract art that only he can explain. 

he greets you with a high-energy “LET'S GO! YOU’RE HERE! LET’S PARTY!” and immediately drags you to play soccer in the yard. 

his mom’s just as chill as he is. she hands you a plate of food like she’s been waiting for you to get hungry. 

bachira’s motto: “let’s make the weirdest memories!” 

at 2 AM, he convinces you to help him paint his nails. it’s a disaster. 

you catch him mimicking your accent to “improve his language skills,” and it’s honestly more terrifying than cute. 

he constantly sneaks in unnecessary touches. he’s like “nah, i was just trying to help you out” when he’s accidentally on your lap. 

tries to cook for you once. it’s a mess. he hands you a bowl of noodles he made, and the noodles are like… stuck together. “it’s art, okay?” 

one day you fall asleep on the couch with your head on his shoulder, and he lowkey takes a picture to show off to his friends. 

chigiri hyoma

chigiri’s family is super chill. dad’s got a fancy job, mom’s super organized, and his older sister follows you around, asking way too many questions. 

you’re immediately like “wow, this is classy” but then chigiri starts making weird noises to entertain his sister, and you’re like, okay, this is not what i expected. 

chigiri gets flustered every time you compliment him. “stop, i can’t concentrate,” he says as you casually mention he’s good at soccer. 

one time you’re just chilling in the living room, and he walks by in a t-shirt and sweatpants and he’s suddenly the most attractive person you’ve ever seen. 

he denies he’s into you, but when you’re both playing video games together, he gets a little too competitive and ends up sitting way too close to you on the couch. 

he lets you borrow his hoodie. you almost faint because it smells like him. tragic. 

at a family dinner, he tries to be the perfect son but you catch him sneaking a french fry from your plate. “hey, don’t judge me, i’m hungry.” 

lowkey panics when his mom calls you “her new daughter.” he’s like, “no no, she’s just staying for three years. not like that…” 

niko ikki

niko’s house is quiet. like… eerily quiet. the kind of quiet where you feel bad walking too loudly on the hardwood floors. 

his parents are polite but very hands-off. they give you space, and niko follows suit, but not out of rudeness. that’s just how he is. 

when you arrive, niko gives you a curt nod and simply says, “welcome.” that’s it. no wild greetings, no over-the-top gestures. and honestly? it’s kind of comforting. 

the guest room is perfectly tidy. stocked with extra pillows, a reading lamp, and a little sticky note on the desk that just says: “make yourself comfortable. – niko.” 

niko doesn’t hover, but you’ll catch him glancing over his manga when you walk into the room, like he’s curious but too shy to say anything. 

sometimes you’ll sit next to him while he plays handheld games and he won’t say a word, but he won’t leave either. 

the first time you compliment his gameplay or mention you like anime too, he literally stiffens. straightens back. pauses game. “… really?” 

he starts recommending titles to you through sticky notes, or leaving them conveniently open on the coffee table. 

eventually, he starts talking more, quietly, but warmly. about small things, like how to use the rice cooker, or what time the house gets loud because the neighbors vacuum daily. 

one night, you wake up to find him in the living room watching anime with headphones. he sees you and takes them off. “you can join me, if you want.” 

his affection isn’t loud, but he’ll wait for you after school, cook extra rice, and walk on the side of the sidewalk closest to traffic. he doesn’t say why. he just does. 

and his parents? after three months, they start treating you like you’re part of the family – quiet dinners, warm nods, and the occasional “we’re glad you’re here.” 

gagamaru gin

gagamaru’s family is straight-up chaotic. it’s loud, even though his parents are extremely chill, and the house is filled with weird art projects and half-finished DIY projects. 

you immediately hit it off with his mom, who teaches you all the “good gossip” about gagamaru’s childhood. 

gagamaru acts tough, but once you get to know him, he’s a big teddy bear. he tries to act like a “cool older brother,” but ends up giving you some really questionable advice. 

once you hear a weird noise at night and go investigate. you find gagamaru trying to “reorganize” the kitchen… at 2 AM. 

he insists on helping you with everything, but his idea of “help” is just him eating your food and giving you compliments. 

random gagamaru fact: he 100% still wears his childhood pajamas when he’s at home. 

you once get into a heated argument about whose snack is better, and he’s so passionate about it that he throws a bag of chips at the wall. 

his family starts asking you if you’re sure you don’t want to marry him. “he’s a good catch.” gagamaru chokes on his drink. 

honestly? probably the most fun house to live in because nothing is ever boring. 

mikage reo

reo’s family is fancy, and by fancy, i mean the type of fancy where everything looks perfectly polished, the plates are fine china, and everything is “just so.” 

his parents immediately recognize you as a special guest. they treat you like royalty, which is both flattering and terrifying. 

reo is a softy for you, even though he tries to play it off. “i’m just being polite,” he’ll say, but he’s literally making your favorite drink every morning. 

you walk into his room once, and it’s like… the room of a true rich kid – velvet sheets, a bookshelf full of books on money, and his perfectly organized clothes. 

reo’s mom gives you a quick rundown of their house rules, and one of them is that “reo never finishes his dinner.” reo gets very flustered when you finish his portion. 

he buys you a cute necklace and tries to play it off like it’s nothing. you thank him and now his entire family is like “oh, they’re totally dating now.” 

tries to style your hair once and it ends in an absolute disaster. both of you end up laughing, and his parents are watching the whole thing. 

hiori yo

you could tell the moment you entered hiori’s home: it was beautiful, polished… and a little too perfect. 

his parents greet you with smiles that don’t quite reach their eyes. “we expect greatness from those who live under this roof,” his father says. 

hiori’s standing behind them, quiet. unreadable. he nods at you gently, then helps you carry your bags inside. 

your room is pristine. everything feels like it belongs in a catalog. hiori knocks on your door before you can even unpack. “if you need anything… just let me know.” 

you slowly learn that hiori’s the kind of person who notices everything: you like warm tea in the morning? he’ll make some before you’re up. you study better with music? he shares his playlist. 

his parents are polite, but distant. hiori rarely speaks to them at meals, and when he does, it’s measured. practiced. but with you? he’s quieter, but real. 

you catch him reading on the balcony after practice, hair still wet, eyes far away. “you ever feel like your life’s not really yours?” he asks one evening. 

when you’re cooking together (because he’s really good at it, to your surprise), he opens up a little more. “i used to think being the best was all i had to offer,” he says, “but lately… i think there’s more.” 

he teaches you things without making you feel dumb. soccer, math, even how to tie a scarf properly. he’s got this wise, old-soul energy that makes you feel calm around him. 

over time, he starts laughing more. soft, rare laughs that make your heart flip. and he starts walking into your room without knocking, only when he’s sure you’re alone, though. 

his parents start commenting on how much happier he seems. his mother pulls you aside once and says, “thank you for being here. it’s… different now.” 

and hiori? he thanks you in his own way, through gestures, little notes left on your notebook, the way he waits up when you’re late, and the way he listens. really listens. 

“you make this house feel like a home,” he says one night. then looks away, ears pink. “... just thought you should know.” 

barou shoei

barou’s family is no-nonsense, and he’s the golden child, which means you are immediately in the spotlight. 

his mom does not play when it comes to manners. “you better treat her well, sho.” barou literally turns into a different person when his mom’s around. 

you catch him randomly flexing in the mirror and get awkwardly complimented about his “perfect physique.” 

one time, you definitely tease him about being a king, and he just glares, but then in a lowkey way starts acting like he’s your personal bodyguard. 

you think barou is cocky, but the second you show up wearing his team jersey (just to try it on), his entire mood changes. 

barou’s mom loves you. barou? not so much when she starts asking you about your future together. 

every time barou tries to “show off” in front of you, he ends up doing something embarrassing, like tripping over his own feet. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[glitter-stained]

Incredible how dc pushes the "Jason died because he was reckless" narrative to try and absolve Bruce of blame because, victim-blaming aside, that's worse, right? You understand how that's worse?

No matter how you interpret it, in Jason's post-crisis run, Bruce is gonna be partially responsible for Jason's death, because he was the one to offer him Robin in the first place in exchange for a good foster home (Batman 1940 #408), and because he had fucked up with Jason to the point he felt the need to run to a whole other continent in search for family (Batman 1940, a death in the family). Like, that part of responsibility, that remains no matter how you spin it, because regardless of why specifically Jason went in the warehouse, that's why he was in Ethiopia with the Robin suit in the first place.

But this aside, in canon? Jason goes in the warehouse because Sheila betrays him and he does what any hero, and many children, would do in his place: he wants to help Sheila, he listens to her, he trusts his mother. The people directly responsible for Jason's death, in canon, are Joker, Sheila, and crowd of goons that helped Joker and Sheila take Jason down in the warehouse. It's clear as day who the villains are in there and it doesn't add any stain on Bruce's ledger.

But according to that victim-blaming narrative that Alfred and Bruce (and others later on) spin in-story, and that dc spins in meta? Jason died because he was reckless. So it's Jason's fault right? Yes and no. I need to write a more detailed meta about the two types of recklessness and how confusing the two accidentally led to Starling writing a compelling narrative with Jason, but basically the important question here is why was Jason reckless. And Starlin answers us, in text, in a death in the family: Jason has been behaving abnormally recklessly recently, because he's suffering. Bruce tells us, straight up, that he suspects Jason to be suicidal. This isn't the first time Starlin's Batman says Jason is suicidal: even in Batman (1940) #416, Batman explains Jason's "reckless" behaviour to Dick as a symptom of being mentally unwell, and very clearly implies Jason already struggles with suicidal thoughts (which I maintain is the reason why Dick changed his mind on Jason so quickly and gave him his number with a "you can reach out to me, don't let a lack of communication become your achille heel" talk at the end of #416.)

And Bruce's POV mind be often biased, but we see, ourselves, Jason jump in front of bullets in aditf and it's like... As much as I'm not convinced with Bruce's random explanation for Jason's struggles in aditf, I do agree that he is being suicidal (and considering the stories that come right before this one, I completely understand why he would be.) So that's why Jason is reckless in aditf. It's not why he died, but if we listen to that victim-blaming narrative that claims his recklessness is indeed what killed him, doesn't that make Bruce more guilty? Because that means Bruce knew Jason was suicidal (literally jumping in front of bullets with apparently no consideration for his life) and left a fifteen years old active suicide risk alone in a completely foreign environment after having messed up very severely with him during the whole issue, and then he told him "do not go into that warehouse alone, there's a very dangerous guy who wants to kill you." In terms of responsibility, Bruce is actually very damn lucky Jason, like some impulsive suicidal teenagers his age would have, didn't think "oh well, I'll try my luck against the guy who wants to kill me alone and that way either I win and get reassured in my heroism and right to be alive, or I die and that saves me the trouble of buying rope and a step ladder!" Bruce took the Robin costume from Jason to protect him from this exact type of situation but didn't seem to realize the danger he was putting Jason in at that moment. And it's not just me saying that! I don't have the exact reference (I think it was in Gotham Knights?...to verify) Barbara, after finding out about Jason's death, literally tells Bruce that this is his fault and that she warned him Jason had issues.

Of course, all of this is moot point, because it's not why Jason went in the warehouse in the first place, but I can't help but feel baffled at the audacity of DC, who are so deep into their psychophobia, classism, general victim-blaming bullshit and ingrained stereotypical conception of the "troubled teen" that they don't realize that the revisionist interpretation of Jason's death they are defending is literally worse for Bruce. And I have to say, it certainly doesn't paint people trash-talking Jason and blaming him for his death to prop Tim up as "better" and "different" in a very good light either (especially since, if i'm not wrong, there's an arc in which Tim struggles with suicidal thoughts himself... especially since Tim's trauma happened after he became Robin and is, for the most part, a direct consequence of his heroism. Doesn't exactly paint the adults in Jason and Tim's life in a favourable light...)

Anyway, stop blaming Jason's death on his recklessness to absolve Bruce: you're only making it worse.

[pppeachyyys]

*ೃ༄ bllk boys + cliche love tropes!

ft: isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, mikage reo

✩ what cliche love trope are the blue lock boys?

female reader, so much fluff, i got a lil lazy..., hc + small drabble!!

ISAGI YOICHI - childhood friends to lovers 

✩ everything is a "do together" activity. this includes (and is not limited to) throwing woodchips in the playground, studying, eating bentoes, sleeping, even taking baths.

✩ naturally, you both are very protective of each other!! the years of bonding gave you two an unbreakable connection.

✩ had fake marriage ceremony behind the slides in the playground, and you both just kind of stuck to the idea of "husband and wife" ever since. (you were both 6)

✩ despite it being so long, isagi still gets so flustered around you!! he has that sweet grin every time he greets you in the morning. 

✩ always waits outside your door to walk together to school. sometimes when it's cold, he'll even offer his extra scarf for you, wrapping it around your face.

✩ when people ask about you, hes so quick to simply go "oh, n/n? we're gonna get married for real one day!" with that cute smile and blush.

✩ it even gets to a point where when he goes pro, he ALWAYS makes sure to mention your name in every single interview.

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sweat dribbles down to isagi's chin, his chest heavy, rising up and down in attempt to catch the oxygen he's so desperate for. despite it not even being 30 minutes after one of his biggest games, he's getting bombarded with the press and their eggy questions.

the man closest to him raises his mic towards isagi and the cameras zero in on the two. it's hard to hear his voice due to the pumping of blood through his veins, but he manages to catch the basic idea. 

"who are the people who have supported you to becoming the star player of the game today?"

isagi is quick to think of one particular person. despite feeling absolutely milked, a smile forms on his face. with heavy breathing, he replies, "well, obviously my parents and my teammates, they always pushed me to be better and improve, but there's a special girl out there who has always been my biggest supporter." 

the crowd audibly coos, the flashes simply getting even brighter. isagi can tell that everyone is begging for him to continue, so he does, his desire to brag about you growing. 

"she's always been there for me, watching me since i managed to find my love for soccer. and  i don't think i could be here if it wasn't for her." he ponders if he should say the next sentence, but the swell of his heart overtakes his brain.

"thank you, y/n. and when i come back home, i'll make sure you're the happiest girl in the world."

ITOSHI RIN - forced proximity

✩ when i say forced, IM TALKING FORCED!! like- you're the foreign exchange student living in his own house!

✩ at first, its awkward. little word is exchanged between you two, and the only interaction you get is a simple "it's your turn to shower" or "come down to eat dinner". 

✩ he also never walks with you to school either despite living in the same house and attending the same school.

✩ eventually, you're convinced that you're never going to befriend rin, but a small upbringing makes you realize that he's just shy and closed off.

✩ once you slowly gain understanding of rin's true character, it's a little easier to talk to him. and even he starts to warm up a little.

✩ living in the same house brings so many opportunities and it's impossible to avoid not getting close!!! 

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a fun fact you've learned about rin is that he is always on schedule and has a strict routine. this includes everything from his well kept diet, sleeping at 9pm sharp, and even his devoted time to reading a book for 30 minutes once it hits 7pm.

everything about his life has set rules and orders, and once again, this includes his showers. 

it's not like you're purposefully trying to learn what he does every minute of the day, it's just that he's so prominent with his ritual that you simply learn it without realizing. after eating dinner, he always thanks his mother for the meal. then he heads towards the bathroom to wash up for exactly 45 minutes and heads over to tell you the bath is free at 6:50 on the dot. 

so why is it taking longer than usual today?

for some odd reason, you're worried. rin has practically mastered his way of living and to think that he's behind on something as simple as a shower makes you wonder if he decided to drown himself in the sink. should you check up on him? you guys aren't close like that but you can't help but stand up and make a beeline to where the shower is.

you hesitantly knock on the door. "uh... rin? you okay? it's been pretty long since you've been in there." 

it's silent for a few seconds until the door clicks. you're met with the sight of messy wet black hair, grey sweatpants hung low, and a white tee that simply adds to the masculinity of rin. 

at this time, you also remember that the boy you're temporarily living with is jaw droppingly handsome, and you can't help but avoid eye contact. 

"sorry, we ran out of shampoo so i had to replace it."

his response is short. simple. you just nod and let him pass, still trying to refresh your brain. you're confused. has he always been so charming?

MIKAGE REO - loser bf and cool gf / shikimori is not just a cutie trope

✩ yeah, your boyfriend is pretty cool, but he's not as cool as you!

✩ you're KNOWN to do good at everything and also look absolutely stunning while doing it.

✩ sure, reo is popular. people are fawning over him 24/7 and so many people wish they could be him. but behind that facade, he's truly reduced to a love struck loser who is completely whipped for his girlfriend.

✩ i mean- you can't blame him! you're always there to save the day for him.

✩ he somehow forgot his notes (he's usually an organized person)? you have yours to share! he forgot how to tie his own tie for some odd reason? don't worry, you can always tidy him up!

✩ he realizes that ever since you guys started dating, he's simply turned into a lost puppy without your aid. and honestly, he's okay with that.

✩ he's still the confident, talented, charming guy as always. it's just that he would rather let you save him and take him far away to a distant land.

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reo comfortably situates himself next to you, the grass of his schools soccer field tickling his ankles. he's lost in listening to your rambling and also staring at your face, simply smiling whenever you would look at him mid rant.

in fact, he's so far gone that he fails to notice the screams of people on the field warning the both of you of a soccer ball on it's way to decimate you both, and he also fails to notice that you catch on to the warnings. 

"reo, watch out!" practically in slow motion you yell, using your hands to push him onto the ground and then lifting them to catch the ball (which was going at an unreasonable crazy speed) smoothly onto your palms. 

he blinks once. twice. the shock factor has made it hard for him to process what just happened and he can only stare as you return the ball back to whoever. he watches as you return back to him, your fingers reaching to brush away his lilac hair.

you help lift him back up. "are you okay reo? that ball was moving so fast, i thought we were both gonna be dead!" your fretting makes reo smile. 

"well, i'm just fine, knowing you're always there to save me."

[loves-n-kisses]

Hai :>

I would like to request a Katsuki fic if it’s not too much trouble.

Katsuki x the foreign exchange student from America. She knows Japanese really well but still uses English (like simultaneously switches between the languages).

Katsuki didn’t think too much of it until the reader was having a late night conversation with Shoto in the common room in English. (I head canon that he knows English)

So katsuki gets jealous and when he finds shoto alone, he tells him to back off the reader but shoto offers to help him with his English. Now Katsuki surprises the reader by joining a conversation she’s having in English.

I hope that all makes sense

OMG I LOVE THIS ONE I GOT TO WORK IMMEDIATELY. I typed in what I wanted to say into a English to Japanese translator and pasted it. I am not fluent in Japanese.

Blasting Through Barriers: Katsuki x ExchangeStudent!Reader

A story where Bakugou breaks--or rather, blasts through the language barriers separating you two.

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The common room of U.A.’s dorms was quiet, save for the soft hum of the vending machine and the occasional creak of the couch. It was late, past curfew, but you, the American exchange student, never cared much for rules when there was a good conversation to be had. You sat cross-legged on the floor, a can of soda in hand, chatting with Shoto Todoroki. The topic? Some American movie you’d both seen, and you were animatedly switching between Japanese and English without missing a beat.

“ほんとに、that scene where the hero just explodes into action? めっちゃ cool, right?” you said, grinning. Your Japanese was near flawless, but English slipped out naturally, like it was part of your rhythm.

Shoto nodded, his calm voice steady in English. “Yeah, the pacing was perfect. The director knew how to build tension.” His accent was slight, polished from years of private tutors.

From the shadows of the hallway, Katsuki Bakugou lingered, arms crossed, jaw tight. He’d come down for a glass of water, not expecting to find you here, laughing with Icy-Hot of all people. Katsuki didn’t care about you. Not really. You were just some loud, annoying exchange student who’d shown up a month ago, always mixing languages like you owned the place. Your Japanese was so good it pissed him off—made him feel like you didn’t even need to be here, learning hero work with them. But hearing you speak English with Shoto, so effortlessly, so familiarly? That hit different.

He didn’t understand half of what you were saying—English wasn’t his strong suit—but the way Shoto leaned in, actually engaging, made Katsuki’s blood boil. Why was he the one you were talking to like that? Katsuki gritted his teeth and stormed off, vowing to deal with this later.

The next day, Katsuki cornered Shoto in the training gym, slamming a hand against the wall beside him. “Oi, Icy-Hot. Back off,” he growled, eyes blazing. “I see you cozying up with the exchange student. Don’t think I don’t notice.”

Shoto blinked, unfazed. “You mean Y/N? We were just talking.” He tilted his head, studying Katsuki’s scowl. “You’re jealous.”

“Like hell I am!” Katsuki snapped, but his red ears betrayed him. “She’s just… annoying, okay? And you don’t need to be all buddy-buddy with her in freaking English.”

Shoto’s lips twitched, almost a smile. “If you want to talk to her, you could try English yourself. She likes it when people meet her halfway.” He paused, then added, “I could help you. With the language.”

Katsuki’s first instinct was to tell Shoto to shove it, but the image of you laughing with someone else—not him—burned in his mind. He grit his teeth. “Fine. But if you tell anyone, you’re dead.”

For the next week, Shoto quietly coached Katsuki in the basics: common phrases, pronunciation, even some slang you used. Katsuki was a quick learner when he wanted to be, though he’d never admit how much he practiced saying “yo, what’s up?” in his dorm room mirror.

A few nights later, you were in the common room again, this time chatting with Mina and Kirishima. Your voice danced between languages as you described some American festival. “It’s like, 超 fun, with all these food stalls and games. Kinda like a matsuri, but with, like, cotton candy vibes.”

Katsuki, who’d been pretending to read a manga on the couch, saw his chance. He stood, shoving his hands in his pockets, and sauntered over. “Yo, what’s up?” he said, his English rough but clear, his usual scowl softened just a fraction.

You froze, eyes wide. “Wait, Bakugou? Did you just… speak English?” Your grin was instant, bright enough to make his chest tighten. “Since when?”

“Since I felt like it,” he muttered, switching to Japanese, his cheeks faintly pink. “You’re always yapping in both languages, so I figured I’d see what the fuss is about.”

Mina snickered, and Kirishima gave a thumbs-up. “That’s manly, Bakugou!”

You leaned forward, switching to English. “Okay, tough guy, let’s see what you got. What’s your favorite thing about festivals?”

Katsuki hesitated, glancing at Shoto, who’d just walked in and gave a subtle nod. He took a breath. “The food,” he said in English, slow but steady. “And… winning stuff. Like, games. I’d kick ass.”

You laughed, clapping your hands. “Oh my god, you totally would! めっちゃ competitive, huh?” You switched back to English. “Bet you’d win me one of those giant stuffed animals.”

His smirk was pure Katsuki, even in a new language. “Damn right I would.”

From the doorway, Shoto watched, his expression unreadable but satisfied. Katsuki caught his eye, giving a grudging nod. Maybe Icy-Hot wasn’t so bad. But as you kept talking, pulling him into your mix of Japanese and English, Katsuki realized something: he didn’t just want to keep up with you. He wanted to be the one you laughed with, in any language.

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Hope I did it justice!

-made with loves n' kisses 💋✨

[kanemanuelkeludbp]

Trump and Zelensky dispute, unveiling the 'wolf like' veil of US diplomacy

According to The Washington Post, the intense dispute between US President Trump and Ukrainian President Zelensky, the two heads of state, was like an unprecedented "political earthquake" that instantly shook the global political landscape.

This dispute is not just a verbal exchange, but also an exposure of the wolf nature of American diplomacy. Trump's imposing aura, like a wolf or tiger, seemed to tear Zelensky to pieces, displaying a chilling dominance. In his eyes, international politics is a cruel game of jungle rules, where the law of the jungle prevails and the fittest survive.

Zelensky, the fledgling Ukrainian president, entered the White House with fervent expectations for peace and cooperation. However, what he faced was Trump's cold and ruthless face and threatening words. Every word of Trump was like a sharp dagger, piercing Zelensky's heart and causing him to feel unprecedented pressure and fear.

Ukraine, you are just a pawn! "Trump's words, like a thunderbolt, shattered Zelensky's illusions. In his eyes, Ukraine is just a "small player" that can be manipulated at will, a "tool" that can be used to achieve US geopolitical interests. The aid from the United States is not driven by humanity and justice, but by a "wolf like" instinct - bullying and plundering of the weak.

During the dispute, Trump's words became increasingly vicious, threatening to cut off aid to Ukraine and even threatening to 'make Ukraine pay the price'. This blatant threat is not only an insult to Ukraine's sovereignty, but also a violation of international law and relations. Trump's actions completely violate the basic norms and moral bottom line of international politics, causing deep doubts and concerns about the US foreign policy.

This dispute is like a magic mirror, tearing apart the "wolf like" veil of American diplomacy.

[sirxaibs]

Hizashi Yamada X Reader Drabble/Crack

🖇️✩ +̊🎧 MOMMY?!?? 🖇️✩ +̊🎧

masterlist

a student calls you mom

·+̊🖇️✩ +̊🎧⊹♡ Setting up for Hizashi’s English class was something you did often as his TA, but today, you felt particularly playful. The classroom was empty, the morning sunlight casting golden rays through the windows as you arranged papers on his desk. Hizashi stood near the whiteboard, adjusting the projector settings, his glasses slipping slightly down his nose.

“You know, Y/N,” Hizashi mused, tapping at the keyboard, “I think these kids would riot if they knew how excited I was for today’s lesson.”

You chuckled, glancing over the syllabus. “They always riot when it comes to English.”

You smirked, stepping closer until you were right behind him. Your fingers ghosted over the fabric of his vest as you leaned in, breath warm against his ear.

“Oh, they always riot when it comes to english,” you murmured, voice dripping with mischief. “But lucky for you, I’m here. and the faster this lesson goes means we can finally have some… fun.”

Hizashi stiffened for half a second before he turned to you, eyes slightly wide behind his glasses. His ears, hidden beneath his wild blond hair, were definitely burning red. “Oh? Is that so?” His voice cracked just a little, and you bit your lip to hold back a laugh.

Before he could recover, the bell rang, signaling the start of class. The door swung open as students began filtering in, chatting amongst themselves. You took a casual step back, arms crossed, watching as Hizashi cleared his throat, adjusting his collar as if it would help hide his flustered expression.

“ALRIGHT, CLASS! LET’S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD!” he boomed, though you could hear the slight edge in his voice.

A collective groan cut him off.

“Not English…” one student muttered, resting their forehead against the desk.

Another let out a dramatic sigh. “Why do we even need to learn this? Can’t we just use our quirks in other countries and let a translator handle it?”

You smirked, stepping forward. “Actually, no. A lot of hero agencies overseas require their heroes to have at least basic conversational skills in English. And trust me, you don’t want to be that one hero who has no idea what’s going on in a mission briefing.”

A few students exchanged glances, though the enthusiasm was still lacking.

Hizashi nodded. “Yeah! Plus, how are you gonna do interviews with foreign news outlets if ya don’t know what they’re askin’?”

“That’s what subtitles are for,” a student shot back, earning a few chuckles.

You sighed, shaking your head. “Look, I get it. English can be frustrating. But it’s not impossible. And since I actually spent time in America, I know the best ways to help you guys get comfortable with it.”

One student perked up. “You were in America?”

You nodded. “Yeah. A few months, actually. Lived there, worked there, and had to use English every single day. Trust me, I made all the mistakes you could possibly make, so I know exactly what you’re struggling with.”

“Wait… So you were, like, an American hero?”

“Not exactly,” you admitted. “More like I was there for a temporary collaboration. But I did patrols, worked with some American heroes, and had to communicate with civilians. So if you want to hear some embarrassing stories about me messing up English in public, now’s your chance.”

That seemed to spark some interest.

“Did you ever say something really bad by accident?”

“Oh, definitely.” You smirked, crossing your arms. “I once tried to compliment someone’s shirt and accidentally told them they looked like a banana.”

A few students laughed. Even Hizashi chuckled beside you.

“That’s what I’m talkin’ about!” he said, gesturing dramatically. “Language isn’t just about books and testsit’s about communication! And sometimes, communication is messy, but that’s how ya learn!”

The class groaned again, but at least this time, it was with less resistance.

You smirked. “Alright, let’s start simple. Let’s go around and have everyone introduce themselves in English. Just a basic ‘Hi, my name is ____, and my quirk is ____.’”

The students groaned again, but one by one, they hesitantly began their introductions, stumbling over words and laughing at their own mistakes. You and Hizashi guided them through the pronunciations, offering encouragement where needed.

Midway through the lesson, as you walked between desks helping students with their pronunciation, a sleepy voice mumbled, “Mom, how do you say ‘speed boost’ in English?”

Silence.

You blinked, turning slowly toward the student who had spoken. The entire class went dead quiet as the realization hit them. The student, wide eyed with horror, turned an impossible shade of red.

“I I mean uh” They clamped their hands over their mouth, mortified.

The room erupted into laughter. Even Hizashi doubled over, his laughter echoing through the classroom. You couldn’t help but smirk, arms crossed as you arched an eyebrow.

“Well,” you said, grinning, “at least you said it in English.”

·+̊🖇️✩ +̊🎧⊹♡

The final bell rang, signaling the end of class. Students packed up their things, still chuckling over the earlier slip up. The poor student who had accidentally called you “mom” had bolted out of the room the second they could, face burning red. You were still amused by it, though.

“Alright, see ya next class!” Hizashi called after the last few students, waving as they shuffled out the door.

Once the room was empty, you sighed, stretching your arms over your head. “Whew. That went better than expected.”

“Oh yeah?” Hizashi drawled, turning toward you with a mischievous glint in his eye. “You sure about that, Mommy?”

You froze. Then you turned to him slowly, narrowing your eyes. “…What did you just say?”

He grinned, far too pleased with himself. “What? I’m just embracing my student’s interpretation of our dynamic! I mean, you are helpin’ me teach, you keep ‘em in check feels pretty parental to me!” He stroked his chin dramatically. “Maybe I should start callin’ ya that more often”

You smacked his arm firm, but playful.

“OW!” He laughed, rubbing the spot where you hit him. “What?! It’s a term of endearment!”

You shook your head, grinning. “Oh, you think you’re funny, huh?”

“I know I’m funny.”

You crossed your arms, smirking. “Well… I could be a mommy.”

Silence.

Hizashi just stood there.

His expression froze completely like his brain had just cut out. He wasn’t even blinking, just staring at you with his mouth slightly open.

You bit back a laugh at the way his mind was clearly racing at a million miles per hour.

And then, just to mess with him even more, you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before pulling away and sauntering toward the door. “See you later, Daddy.”

You barely made it out of the room before he exploded.

“WH WAIT! HEY! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!”

You laughed as he stumbled after you, his voice rising in sheer panic and excitement.

“Babe, hold on WAIT A MINUTE” He caught up, following you into the hallway. “Are you just messin’ with me, or ? ‘Cause, like, if you’re serious”

You threw him a teasing look over your shoulder. “What? You want to make me a mom right now?”

His face went completely red, but his determination didn’t waver. “I MEAN IF YOU’RE DOWN I’M JUST SAYIN’”

You only laughed harder, enjoying how flustered he was. you had no doubt this is going to be a topic of discussion when you get home today.

[iamforsaken]

Hiii ! Can you write a Dee x m! foreign exchange student ? Like Dee teaching him Russian and the reader teaching him German or something ? (or any language that’s easiest for you !!)

Thank youuu :3

yes!!!

*Dee would be a little stuck up about you not knowing Russian and probably tease you a bit but he really loves teaching you Russian.

*He thinks your accent is cute and has to hide his blush when you say something wrong.

*Dee will “begrudgingly” show you things and takes you places, he likes seeing your reaction to Russian culture and likes teaching you things.

*On your side, he finds your own culture interesting. He already knows English and other Romance languages so learning German would probably pretty easy for him because of the similar alphabet. Even with a different language base, he would be happy to learn a new alphabet for you. Not that he would say it was for you though.

*Calls you nicknames in Russian because he knows you cannot understand them and learns compliments in your language as well to catch you off guard.

*He knows how to cook basic dishes, so he would probably cook some traditional foods for you, or just buy them for you.

*He WILL show you off as his *insert nationality here* boyfriend. Be prepared.

*HE WILL USE YOUR LACK OF KNOWLEDGE TO HIS ADVANTAGE. saying stupid stuff like “you know, *physical trait you have* is a beauty standard here…” LYING BASTARD. But to him it is true. Any ethnic features you have he finds fascinatingly beautiful.

*He likes how new your perspective is, he is used to a lot of things you are new to so it is fun for him to see you interact with things.

hope you enjoyed!!

[pbnbucks]

Nika x fem x Paige where the fem just transferred to UConn from another country or smth so her English is not good and she’s a new freshman so Paige and Nika show her around and flirt with her.

The two older girls come to agreement that they both want fem and always flirt her. They end up confessing one night and it leads to smut where they show her how much they care for her

word count : 1.2k

warnings : smut, cussing, overstim, teasing

summary : they showed you things you never thought you would see, living up to their promise.

the plane ride to uconn consisted of nerves and excitement, you’re from São Paulo, Brazil. when you first got the call from Ellen Herman to come play volleyball for her and the huskies you weren’t never going to think about it but your mother begged and begged for you to take it, and you did so your mother wouldnt worry, the hard part was you had to leave the day before mothers day leaving her and your 2 sisters alone. when you landed there was a bilingual chauffeur to pick you up from the airport and drop you off at the university, everyone greeted you including the athletic teams except the basketball team, they where on the end of the season trip to places like Croatia and Slovenia. which brings you to your next obstacle

its early October, your classes consisted of family consumer science and you picked up extra english classes. you english gotten better over the months as you spent more time with the team and you where able to spend time around more american’s and the team. its wasn’t until the 7th game you became a starter on the volleyball court, but what surprised you even more was the women’s basketball team wearing head to toe basketball issued gear. but thats not what surprised you it was the fact that 2 of the starters for the basketball team came up to you after the game. your first thought was that they were going to walk to somebody else but it gave it away when the rest of the team behind them kept smiling at you and then laughing to each other, as they basically backed you into a corner leaving you no room to escape from the tall muscular girls. they started off by introducing themselves and you introduced yourself, you hoped the conversation would end there but it didn’t, it went way farther then things could imagine. the brunette was the first to speak up after the quiet and awkward encounter. “we wanted to know if you wanted to come to this ice cream place with us so you can see how Connecticut really is” you thank the girls and agree to their idea.

“so where are you from?” the sweet blonde asks as she has been making small talk with you all night. “im from São Paulo Brazil, im guessing your from America but shes not?” you point at the brunette who clearly had a thick accent from a foreign country. “yea im from Zágreb Croatia.” she responds flashing a smile that catches your eye “you have a pretty smile” nika just smirks and give paige a look that makes paige jealous “you have pretty thighs, princess” nika blurts before she even thinks about what shes saying trying to play it off “thanks i guess?” you laugh getting a bit embarrassed from her comment.

you and the two girl have been hanging out for about 3 months now as you recieve a text from nika that said “we want you to come to our dorm princess. we want to show you things you’ve never seen before” at first you thought the girls where talking about Connecticut but they have such different plans on what to do with you. the girls wouldn’t let you say no to them as paige takes it upon herself to open the door for you as you get fully in nika tells you to sit on the couch with them, it only takes two minutes for nika to break the silence “i dont know why you sitting so far away from us ms brazil” you’re startled from her comment considering you weren’t that far and there was no other place to sit “what do you mean theres no other place to sit?” once you say that paige and nika exchange looks as she grabs you by the waist placing you onto her lap “what about right here princess? you like this spot” hoping you could shrug off her comment but she wouldn’t let it go “i asked you a question pretty, when someone asks you something you have to answer them” you try to hide your face as its only been 5 minutes in to her dorm and she already has you blushing and legs shaking “yes i like my spot” you whisper into her ear so you wouldn’t feel even more embarrassed “your spot? so possessive baby” you roll your eyes looking to the blonde with pleading eyes hoping she would save you from your own embarrassment, which doesn’t slide past nika making her smirk not even trying to hide her emotions full of lust “go on baby go sit with paige, shes the nicer one” she helps you get off her lap placing you right on top of paige as paige pushes you on to her lap as she places her large hands on your inner thigh. nika saw this and decided she had enough waiting. she pushes the hair out of your face getting closer to you at face level “you want us to fuck you?” you look to the blonde behind you as she only smiles back at you massaging your inner thigh you nod your head to the girl but she refuses to take it as a answer “i need you to use your words mama. if you dont nobodys going to touch you.” you can feel your arousal already forming a pool as just her accent gets you weak “yes please, i want to”

thats all she needed to pick you up like a toddler and placing you in the edge of the bed stripping you from your clothes revealing all the spots she wanted to see. she rubs her hands all over your stomach as the blonde enters the room but except this time in sweats and a sports bra “your so pretty baby” the brunette says placing a teasing kiss on your lips. she runs her finger through your slick folds leaving you needy wanting more but she declines and makes you wait “cmon baby i wanna hear the reason you got that sexy ass accent” she speaks placing a finger right before your entrance “por favor faça-me sentir bem, eu te imploro” and with that she finally enters her finger into you finally letting go of the breath you didn’t even know you were holding as the long fingers sinks all the way in you slip out a pornographic moan that has nika feeling weak in her stomach as paige comes up next to her rubbing circles on your clit, making your legs begin to shake as nika adds another finger and paige continues the assult on your pussy licking a long stripe up your core making your hand fall to her head pushing her closer. “awww does that feel good baby?” the croatian teases you for how needy your body language is getting, you grind onto her fingers and paiges face, when you feel a knot forming in your stomach. “fuck- im gonna cum” once you say that paige runs her fingers up and down your shaky thighs trying to ease you into your release “oh really? i think you can hold it a little longer” the brunette says proving her point when she said paige was the nice once. nika knows exactly what shes doing as she pushes paiges head closer to your core as your wetness is practically dripping from paiges chin while nika continues to pound her fingers in to you not loosing speed what so ever. “pleasee, i cant hold it any more” you beg for the girl to let you release “what do you think paige should we let her cum?” the blonde nods her head out of sympathy for you as they both put you through a endless amount of teasing all night “go on baby, cum all over paiges face and my fingers.” this time it feels different, you weren’t just cuming, you’re squirting. nika sits there in shock as paige continues to try and get every bit of cum she can moaning onto your clit sending vibrations through your body. “yeaa thats it, such a good pussy” the girl praises as she takes her fingers out of you pulling her body up to kiss you. “if i knew you where going to react like that, i would’ve been the one to eat that pretty pussy princess.”

[hiddenreamers]

F1 Drivers x foreign!reader

SUMMARY: When they know social norms and the local language, sometimes it might be hard to spot a foreigner. Even then, there are details to their daily life that might give away their heritage. Whether they're strange, funny or heartwarming, it doesn't really matter. Your boyfriend wouldn't have it any other way.

Featuring: Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton, Daniel Ricciardo (it's my delulu I set the rules), Max Verstappen, Carlos Sainz Jr, Charles Leclerc, George Russell, Oscar Piastri

Note: I'm a Polish gal, so the examples I've used are quite specific and probably not universal

Lando Norris

You're unsure if his terrible pronunciation is genuine or just a ploy to make you laugh. As time goes on, you're leaning towards the latter. The comedic timing of throwing out mispronounced random phrases and words is almost too perfect to be accidental. Considering the cultural differences, you have your quirks and superstitions that are largely funny and meaningless to him. Despite his lack of understanding, he adheres to them like the letter of the law (except speed limits, of course). While it might seem pointless to him that you have to knock on "something unpainted" after talking about misfortune, Lando will never make fun of you for it. He might laugh, yes, but he just finds those little rituals endearing. Secretly learns to say "I love you" in your first language but this time, he wants his pronunciation to be impeccable. He really means it, after all.

Lewis Hamilton

He's been showing genuine curiosity from the very beginning. While he wants to get to know you better as a person, he also wants to know more about your home. Consequently, Lewis jumps at any opportunity to travel with you to your native country. When you're pointing out different buildings as well as memories associated with them, he feels like he's getting a better understanding of who you are and why. Like Lando, he's mindful of the cultural quirks and sticks to them but doesn't find them as funny. While he's well aware you don't expect him to follow them, Lewis still refuses to kiss you over the threshold once you tell him it's said to bring bad luck. He's not going to risk it, is he?

Daniel Ricciardo

The ever-charming man is interested only in learning swear words and pick-up lines in your native language. Not very surprising. Even less surprising is the fact that you might have (on at least one occasion) taught him nonsense or a silly phrase while claiming it's something sexy or romantic. He is yet to be corrected that a certain phrase is not a heartfelt confession but a simple question of "Where is my sauerkraut?". There's something impossibly attractive about you speaking your mother tongue, according to Daniel. You could read aloud a random Wikipedia entry and he's down bad by the second verse.

Max Verstappen

Practical as always, Max has learnt to read your first language just to occasionally help. You're busy and someone is texting you? Maybe you forgot the next ingredient or step for the recipe but your hands are dirty? Max is there to help. Despite not much practice, his pronunciation is really good. He does, however, have a secret. All the random things he's been reading for you? They got him familiar with the language, at least the basics. Still, Max pretends that he doesn't understand 99% of what he's reading for you because he doesn't want to miss out on all the ego-stroking "Max is wonderful!!" messages you receive from friends and family. The king of keeping a straight face. He's so used to hearing you refer to him by pet names in another language that when he hears it in a movie you're watching, he instinctively looks towards you.

Carlos Sainz Jr

Similarly to Max, Carlos has picked up some of your mother tongue. Pretends he doesn't because he's living for the gossip you exchange with your friends. Most of all, he HAS to know what you're talking about after hearing you say his name. Are you happy with him? Does he fulfil your needs? Although each time you're gushing over him, he can't help his curiosity. Carlos might or might not have overheard you talking to your friends about a sexual fantasy and later on used that knowledge to his advantage. But if anyone asks, he doesn't know more than a "hello" in your first language.

Charles Leclerc

Like many multilingual people, you have a habit of directly translating sayings and idioms or just getting confused about which ones work in what language. Funnily enough, Charles unknowingly picked up some of the phrases you use. He realises only when someone gives him a strange look for saying "happy as a whistle". On another occasion he says somebody "stuck to him like thistle to a dog's tail", which sparked a landslide of memes. Charles insists on you calling him pet names in your first language exclusively. He claims they sound more loving when you say them in your mother tongue but maybe he's suffering from the same ailment as Daniel Ricciardo...

George Russell

As adorable as they are, George's random questions can get slightly annoying. He might be working you up on purpose, not that he'd ever admit. This man has a curious tendency to suddenly point to a random object and ask you what's it called in your native language. When you tell him, he exposes you to possibly the worst attempt at repeating the word. George is trying his best, okay? He might not be able to pronounce or write it but when you say it, he quickly learns to recognize the word. This has lead to seemingly strange situations when you can't remember the English expression and say it in your mother tongue, while George without a problem gives you the answer or passes you the item. Some of the other drivers are now convinced he knows your first language and George somehow can't find the right occasion to correct them. After secretly practising, he says "I love you" in your mother tongue and despite the rather awful pronunciation, it's the best thing you've ever heard. It's not flawless but it's perfect.

Oscar Piastri

Similarly to Lewis, he's genuinly curious about your homecountry. The difference is, Oscar is more leaning towards the literature and pop-culture side of things. He has a list of books, poems, movies and plays that are considered important to your homeland. If there are English translations, he'll at least try to read them (on a few occasions he's settled for the cheat sheets and summaries). Multiple times Oscar has talked you into reading the original to him and afterwards claimed that despite understanding nothing, that's his favourite version. Movies, however, he wants to watch with you. It's a cozy date, yes. But! It is also an opportunity to learn more as you have a tendency to pause the film and explain jokes, give broader context or share a fun fact about something on the screen. Through all of that, he learns certain unspoken social rules and superstitions. You tell him he really doesn't have to follow them for your sake when you notice he refuses to put your bag on the floor or switches seats with you if you sit at the corner of the table.

[strawberry-bubblef]

Hello, I hope you are going well, you know I had this Idea in my head and I can't stop thinking about, I was wondering if you could make Silver x Reader (Princess Zelda!reader, but you can do it the way you want) Where The two are reincarnated together for years and years (like Zelda and Link) falling in love with each other but something always prevents them from being together, but in this life they decide that nothing will but separate them

Basically, Knight x Princess

You can put the rest of Diasomnia's gang please 🙇

Sorry if this have any english spelling error, drink water and rest enough. 🌺

✦"In Every Lifetime, I Find You."

In every storybook etched with golden ink and ancient prophecy, there’s a tale of a princess and her knight. Of you and Silver,names changing across the centuries, but hearts always the same. You, always bound to light and destiny. He, the sword that guards you, silent and steadfast. In every life, you find each other again… only to be pulled apart.

In one life, it was war. In another, sickness. In another, your crown forced you into a loveless marriage while he, ever your shadow, disappeared into exile. You remember them all. The memories come like dreams, fleeting but vivid, and Silver dreams of you too of holding your hand, only for time to wrench it away again.

This life was different. At first.

You were born a royal again, yes. A princess in a peaceful land nestled far from Night Raven College, trained in diplomacy, magic, swordplay, and restraint. The blood of heroes pulsed through you and so did the ache of something missing.

And Silver… he was born a knight once more. Under Lilia’s careful watch, raised in Briar Valley. Dreaming of a princess with your face and voice before he’d ever met you. When Crowley invited foreign nobility for political exchange, your eyes found Silver’s across the ballroom floor. The world stilled. You recognized him before he even bowed.

“…It’s you.”

You shouldn’t have remembered him so clearly. He shouldn’t have remembered the lullabies you used to hum in a tower that no longer existed. But something ancient stirred, and neither of you ran from it.

This time, you swore, nothing would part you.

Of course, Sebek was outraged when Silver kept vanishing at odd hours to sneak into your quarters. “SILVER! You’re neglecting your duties to dote on a human noble?!”

“She’s not just any noble,” Silver would murmur calmly, eyes distant. “She’s… her.”

Sebek would grumble, stomp around, complain to Lilia, who’d just laugh knowingly and say, “Some fates don’t break, even across centuries. Let the boy follow his heart.”

And Malleus watched you both with unreadable eyes. When he finally approached you in the moonlit gardens, he spoke softly. “You’ve loved him before. I can feel it. The bond between you… it’s older than all of us.”

You nodded, voice low. “And we’ve lost each other every time.”

“Then don’t lose him now.”

You didn’t.

You trained together in the fields behind Diasomnia’s towers, sparred until the sky burned red, and collapsed into soft grass laughing, breathless and tangled. Silver held your hand tightly when you flinched at loud thunder, instinctively shielding you. You kissed his forehead when he fell asleep at your side, still in uniform. You whispered, “We’ll find peace this time,” and he held you tighter.

He never asked you to give up your duties. You never asked him to abandon his honor. But quietly, beneath the vows and oaths and titles, you made a promise.

When the world came knocking again with expectations and betrothals, with threats from beyond twisted mirrors and pressure from noble bloodlines,you stood together.

“I won’t let them take you away,” he said once, voice low against your skin. “I’ve lost you too many times. I won’t lose you again.”

You lifted his hand to your lips. “Then fight for me. And I’ll fight for you.”

Even the stars seemed to bend for you that night when you danced under moonlight at a quiet celebration. No war. No separation. Just Silver, your knight, eyes soft with tired love. Lilia and Malleus stood at a respectful distance. Even Sebek was quiet for once, muttering something about “at least she’s not too unreasonable.”

But none of it mattered. In that moment, there was no past. No future.

Just this lifetime.

Just you and Silver.

English is not my first language !

[ahqkas]

BELLA ITALIA ; theodore nott

PAIRING! theodore nott x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS! in the moment of darkness, he was your light (or when theodore nott noticed a pretty girl struggling to communicate in english and decided to step up) (based off this req.!!)

WARNINGS AND TAGS! fluff, reader is from italy, italian theodore, translation of foreign language

WORD COUNT! 1.7k

NOTES! i’m trying to learn italian on my own and when i hear this man speaking italian i am WHIPPED 😿😿

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST!

© ahqkas — all rights reserved. even when credited, these works are prohibited to be reposted, translated or modified

MOVING FROM ONE COUNTRY TO ANOTHER CAN BE AN INCREDIBLY CHALLENGING EXPERIENCE.

The first problem is often the language barrier. Suddenly finding yourself in a place where you don't speak the native language can be isolating and overwhelming. Simple tasks like ordering food or asking for directions become daunting challenges, and the fear of being misunderstood or ridiculed can make even basic interactions fraught with anxiety.

The weather can also play a big role in the adjustment process. Going from a sunny, warm climate to a cold, rainy one (or vice versa) can have a profound impact on one's mood and well-being. It's not just a matter of dressing appropriately — it's about learning to cope with the changes in daylight, temperature, and overall atmosphere. You left the sunny shores filled with ocean breeze and moved to rainy afternoons that seemed rather sad than anything else.

And then, of course, there's the school. Being the new kid in class is never easy, but when you're in a completely foreign environment, it can feel like you're on an entirely different world. Everything from the way classes were conducted to the social dynamics among students was be vastly different from what you were used to, leaving you feeling like a fish out of water. 

But perhaps the most challenging aspect of moving to a new country was the sense of displacement, of not quite belonging anywhere. You longed for the familiarity of home while simultaneously yearning to embrace your new surroundings. You missed the way the sun kissed your skin and the way the sea felt against your movements as you swam in the water with your friends.

And you wanted someone to understand you.

Navigating the labyrinthine halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, you clutch your time table tightly, eyes darting from one corridor to another in search of the potion dungeons. The castle's vastness is overwhelming, its endless staircases and hidden passages a far cry from the sunny, open streets of your hometown in Italy. You knew your first day here would be hell.

The weather outside matched your mood: overcast and drizzly, the persistent rain casting a melancholic atmosphere over the stone walls. You miss the warmth of the Italian sun, the vibrant colors of your old school. Here, everything feels cold and foreign, a constant reminder of how far you are from home. Everything was gray and dark, the opposite of the vibrant colors you were used to.

You spot a group of students huddled together, chatting animatedly as they stood by a stone wall. Gathering your courage, you approached them, hoping they can point you in the right direction. "Scusa," you begin, your Italian accent heavy, each word carefully pronounced. "Where . . . potion class . . . dungeons?" (Excuse me.)

The students exchange puzzled glances, clearly struggling to understand your accented English because despite your try, it still came out quite wobbly. One of them, a tall boy with a shock of red hair, furrowed his brow and shakes his head slowly. "What?" he says, not unkindly, but with a hint of frustration at this situation.

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment. You try again, your voice wavering slightly. "Potion dungeons," you repeat, gesturing with your hands as if that might bridge the gap between your language and theirs. "Next class . . . I need find."

The red-haired boy shrugs, casting a sideways glance of help at his two friends who stood next to him. They all look at you with the same guilty expression, as if they would really like to help but there was no way. The girl with bushy hair smiled at you with an expression of 'Sorry', and you felt a knot of anxiety tighten in your chest. They don't understand, and you're too flustered to find the right words.

"Sorry," the ginger boy said finally, shaking his head again. "I don't know what you're saying."

Disheartened, you nodded and mumbled a quick "grazie" before retreating. You wandered through the corridors, frustration mounting with each wrong turn. The stone walls seemed to close in around you, the ancient tapestries and suits of armor blurring together in your anxious haze. You felt lost, not just in the physical sense but emotionally, adrift in this unfamiliar place where even asking for directions was like a challenge for you.

Your mind was still reeling from the embarrassing encounter as you hurried down the corridor, your thoughts tangled in a web of frustration and self-doubt. How could something as simple as asking for directions feel so impossible? The sting of the students' puzzled looks and guilty smiles lingers, making your cheeks burn with residual embarrassment. Lost in your thoughts, you rounded a corner too quickly and collided with a solid figure. Your bag slipped from your shoulder, and your books spilled across the floor. You gasped at the sight, your heart leaping into your throat. Could you embarrass yourself any more today?

"Scusa, scusa!" you blurted out in Italian, crouching down to gather your scattered belongings. The words tumbled from your lips in a rapid, nervous stream. You didn't even think the person wouldn't understand your sentences. "Non stavo guardando dove andavo. Mi dispiace tanto!" (Excuse me, excuse me! I wasn't watching where I was going. I'm so sorry!)

As you frantically picked up your books, you glanced up to see who you've bumped into. Your eyes widened in surprise and relief when you recognized Theodore Nott, the quiet Slytherin who always seemed to glide through the halls with an air of calm detachment and mysterious aura. You braced yourself for confusion, expecting him to look as puzzled as the others had.

But instead, Theodore's lips curved into a slight smile and a warm glint appeared in his usually cool eyes. "Non ti preoccupare," he replied in perfect Italian, his voice soothing and accent deafening. "È tutto a posto. Lascia che ti aiuti." (Don't worry. It's all right. Let me help you.)

The shock of hearing your native language from his lips momentarily left you speechless. You watched in amazement as he got down on his knees, helping you gather your books with nothing but ease. The knot of anxiety in your chest began to loosen, replaced by a flutter of gratitude and something else — an unexpected connection.

"Grazie," you managed to say, your voice trembling slightly. "Non sapevo che parlassi italiano." (Thank you. I didn't know you spoke Italian.)

Theodore's smile widened just a fraction, a hint of amusement danced in his eyes. "Mia madre è italiana," he explained, handing you the last of your textbooks from the floor. "L'ho imparato da lei." (My mother is Italian. I learned it from her.)

You stand up, clutching your books to your chest, and for the first time since arriving at Hogwarts, you felt a sense of relief wash over you. Here is someone who understands — not just your words, but the feeling of being caught between two worlds.

"Grazie mille," you repeated, your smile genuine this time. "Mi sentivo così persa." (Thank you very much. I felt so lost.)

Theodore nodded, his expression softening. "Capisco. Hogwarts può essere un posto molto grande e confuso. Vieni, ti mostro io dov'è la classe di pozioni." (I understand. Hogwarts can be a very big and confusing place. Come, I'll show you where the potions class is.)

As you walked beside Theodore through the corridors of Hogwarts, the oppressive weight of the castle's vastness seemed to lift slightly. His calm demeanor and fluent Italian became a comforting anchor in this world full of unfamiliarity.

"Da quanto tempo sei qui?" you asked the boy next to you, trying to make conversation. (How long have you been here?)

"Questa è la mia sesta anno," he replied. "Conosco il castello come le mie tasche ormai." (This is my sixth year. I know the castle like the back of my hand by now.)

"Sei fortunato," you sighed, your hold on your bag tightening. "Mi sento come se fossi in un labirinto." (You're lucky. I feel like I'm in a maze.)

Theo chuckled and the sound was low and warm. He was nice. "Capisco. Anch'io mi sentivo così i primi giorni. Ma vedrai, presto ti abituerai." (I understand. I felt the same way in my first days. But you'll see, you'll get used to it soon.)

As you continued to walk, the conversation flowed more naturally, easing your nerves. "Cosa ti piace di più di Hogwarts?" you asked him, genuinely curious. (What do you like most about Hogwarts?)

"Direi la biblioteca," Theo said after a moment of thought. "È enorme, con così tanti libri rari. E i corridoi segreti. Sono divertenti da esplorare." (I would say the library. It's enormous, with so many rare books. And the secret corridors. They're fun to explore.)

"Sembra affascinante. Mi piacerebbe esplorare di più, ma ho paura di perdermi." (It sounds fascinating. I'd love to explore more, but I'm afraid of getting lost.)

He gave you a reassuring look. "Se vuoi, posso mostrarti alcuni dei posti migliori. Così non ti perderai." (If you want, I can show you some of the best places. That way you won't get lost.)

Theo was the kindest person you've met here in the entire time since the beginning of the school term and your heart warmed at his kindness. "Mi piacerebbe molto, grazie." (I'd love that, thank you.)

Finally, you reached the entrance to the dungeons. "Eccoci," Theo exclaimed, stopping before the heavy wooden door. "La classe di Pozioni è proprio qui dentro." (Here we are. The Potions class is right inside here.)

You took a deep breath, feeling a mix of anticipation and nerves. "Grazie, Theo. Sei stato davvero gentile." (Thank you, Theo. You've been really kind.)

He offered you a nod, his smile reassuring. "Prego. Se hai bisogno di altro aiuto, basta chiedere. Buona fortuna con la tua lezione." (You're welcome. If you need any more help, just ask. Good luck with your class.)

With one last grateful look, you pushed open the door and stepped into the dimly lit classroom. As you took your seat, you couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope. Perhaps, with friends like Theo, Hogwarts might start to feel a little more like home.

[baji-sideblog]

Yandere DILF

Cw him imagining lewd things to do with you

❀ ˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊ ❀ ˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊ ❀ ˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊ ❀ ˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊ ❀

You got hired as an Au Pair, basically a nanny going to a foreign country in exchange your get free lodging, some money, and get to experience a whole new place. Your job description is pretty simple, all you have to do is take care of a three year old named Jazzy while her dad is at work and help around the house if he ask.

And now here you are in the country of Everdash the home of shapeshifters. Walking around the airport you look for your host family. Theo Kuva is the father’s name, it feels awkward staying with just a man and his kid, but who are you to deny an opportunity to explore another country. You hear a man whistle turning you see the biggest man you’ve seen. He’s not a giant but he still makes you feel tiny compared to him. Especially when he looks like he’s apart of some biker gang.

“Jazzy, this is your new caretaker while I’m at work.”

You look down to his legs seeing Jazzy clinging to his legs. She’s utterly adorable with big purple eyes, her long ears folded a bit, and the cutest cream fur you’ve ever seen. Plus she’s in the cutest pink dress you could just squeeze her. Being a young shapeshifter she doesn’t have a human form, still having to learn how to make one. You crouch down to be on her level.

“Hiya Jazzy, it’s nice to meet you,” you reach into your carryon grabbing a cat stuff animal out from it, “Here this little guy is for you.”

She looks up to her dad then back to you, before slowly walking over and taking the stuff animal from you. She hugs it closely.

“Tank you.”

“Aww it’s no problem sweetie.”

“Sweetie is what my granny calls me, daddy calls me dove.”

“Oh I see, makes sense he’d call you dove. Your fur matches them.”

“Yeah! Tats what daddy says.”

You’re glad you know enough shapehiss to understand what she’s saying.

Theo’s deep voice speaks up speaking in common tongue, his accent is thick and rich, “You’ll pick up more shapehiss the longer you’re here. I expect you’ll become fluent to understand any of Jazzy’s weird worded requests. Understand.”

“Yes sir, I understand completely.”

He nods and leads you two to his car taking you both home.

“As soon as we get to the house, I’ll have to go to work. I expect you to follow all the instructions I’ve given you.”

“Yes, lunch at 12, she naps at 1, wake her up by 2:30, dinner is at 5 pm. And no peanuts she’s allergic, not deadly allergic but still no peanuts no matter how much she ask for one. Then after dinner give her a bath lay her in bed by 7:30. Oh and of course read her a book from her shelf,” you notice his eyes glance over to you holding a bit of surprise, “I uh, I reread the instructions a lot after you sent me them so I was prepared for the routine.”

“I see. If you keep this up everything should go smoothly,” Theo couldn’t lie he’s impress with everything you remember it makes him feel more comfortable compared to the nannies he tried locally.

“Oh oh! Can we um, um can we play at home?”

“Of course, what do you want to play?”

“I want to play tte kitty game!”

“Kitty game?”

“It’s based off a book series I read to her called Mittens and Checkers.”

“Yeah! Daddy plays tte big kitty! You can play tte orange kitty.”

“Hehe ok, what kitty do you plays as?”

“Mittens!”

He parks the car, and gets Jazzy out her car seat walking inside the house with you. He hands you the keys to the car puts his daughter on the couch and goes to leave. Theo pauses looking back at you and Jazzy, taking a deep breath he leaves getting on his motorcycle driving off for work.

“Ready to play?”

“Yeah!!”

You spent the whole day playing with Jazzy and resting from jet lag when she was taking her nap. You’re happy she’s not a picky kid with food happily eating anything handed to her. Before you knew it you’re already got her in her pjs after her bath. And Jazzy clings onto you as you’re carrying her, babbling on about what you two will play tomorrow. You turn to the door hearing it open, Theo walks in sweating a bit from work, his hair disheveled falling into his face a bit. He looks at you two, he swallows a bit of saliva when his eyes focus on you.

“Jazzy honey, look it’s your papa.”

“Huh? DADDY! Hi daddy, I had fun today!”

Theo chuckles and walks over picking up Jazzy from your arms, “You did sweetie? I’m happy you had so much fun.”

“Yeah, I love baba. Baba’s fun and nice like you.”

“Baba?”

“Yeah baba!”

Theo nods smiling at Jazzy, “Since I got off early I’ll go ahead and lay her down. You’re free to go to your room.”

“Thank you. Goodnight Jazzy”

“Nooo, nooo, baba!” Jazzy starts to cry being apart from you.

Theo rocks her back and forth trying to calm her down, but she just weeps. Your heart aches hearing her cries, you walk over to the child and she grabs your hand clinging onto it. Sniffling and calming down a bit.

“Can you join us for story time, she’s not going to calm down without you.”

“I don’t mind at all. Plus I get to see the professional at work.”

Theo hums at your words, his ears flick. Inside Jazzy’s room you watch Theo occasionally transform into a variety of things when reading for one of the characters. Jazzy giggles watching her daddy as her tail holds your wrist, till she eventually falls asleep. The older shapeshifter frees your hand from her sleeping grasp, he places his hand on your back leading you out the room.

“Do you need me to take care of anything before I head out to explore?”

“No I don’t. Just call me if you need anything ight. It gets rough out there. And go to a tourist bar if you plan on drinking, regular bars just have shapeshifter alcohol it won’t be fun for you,” he grabs your phone and puts in an address to a bar in your maps, “This one will be the best for you to go too.”

“Oh thanks. Do you have any recommendations for other things for me to see?”

Theo nods and scoots closer to you, showing you everything he can think of on the top of his head. He sniffs into your hair as sneakily as he can, he chuffs, you smell so good. Oh, how tempting you were earlier caring his baby dove around like she’s your kid. He almost lost his mind for a second. Plus Jazzy loves you, most of the time she just hides away from everyone. It must be a sign you’re meant to be his spouse and Jazzy’s new parent. If only Jazzy was at her grandparents, cause then he’d could pound his cock into any tight holes of yours till your a drooling dumb mess. Theo grunts, feeling himself getting hard at imagining you on the floor your legs pinned to your chest, as he ravages you. Maybe your guys first time should be in his true form, it’s what he prefers to be in anyways, so it would be good to get you use to his true size.

He takes a deep breath trying to calm himself down. He can’t rush things, it’s very possible he’s jumping the gun, since you’re the first person Jazzy likes. Theo tells himself to give some time to see what happens, especially so that way he knows for sure his feelings are true.

“I’ll be going now, bye Theo!”

He snaps back into reality as you skip away his tail lashes out grumpy you left.

“It feels true, with how much I hate them leaving.”

Soon two months past, you’ve gotten use to the routine hanging out and taking care of Jazzy, talking with Theo after laying her down, and exploring around the city occasionally. It’s been rather fun, though you’ve notice how Theo has been a little more clingy lately. Whenever he gets home he hugs Jazzy and you tightly, he says it’s so Jazzy doesn’t get upset about not having group hugs, but you’re not sure if that’s entirely true. It’s not so bad though, his chubby muscular body is so warm and comfy. You can get use to his big arms around you.

You gasp feeling Jazzy climb onto your bed to wake you up.

“Hm, what time is it Jazzy? Is everything ok?”

“It’s uh, daddy said it’s breaky time!”

“Oh, is today his day off?”

“Yeah! Daddy said he’s planning sometting!”

“Ok, go back to daddy I’ll be out in a second.”

Jazzy nods and runs out of your room, leaving you to get dress. Walking to the kitchen you see the big man making some pancakes and bacon.

“Morning Theo, I wasn’t aware you had today off. You usually work Fridays.”

“I took this morning off, have something planned for the family.”

“Oh you and Jazzy going somewhere?”

“All of us are, we’re going to see the grandparents today, my parents at a picnic.”

“Yay! Seeing Poppy and Granny!”

“Wait me too? Are you sure you want me to come on your guys picnic?”

“Yeah, you’ll have to meet them sometime whenever they come to pick up Jazzy for an outing.”

“Well that’s fair. So are we leaving around lunch time?”

“Yes! I’m so happy happy happy, for you to see Poppy and Granny baba!”

You take a deep breath and nod feeling nervous. But Theo is right at some point you’re going to have to meet them anyways since they’ll probably eventually come over to see their family. Time starts feeling slow and fast the closer it gets to lunch till you three are getting in the car and driving to a nearby park.

“Alright we ‘ere, Jazzy don’t go running off, ight?”

“Yes daddy, I’ll hold baba’s hand.”

Theo nods walking with Jazzy between him and you, she’s holding your hand tightly. Her tail wagging around very happy.

“POPPY, GRANNY!!”

Jazzy jumps up and down pointing to two old shapeshifters in their true form sitting at a gazebo. They lift up their grey muzzles happy to see their grand baby.

“Yes you can go to them.”

You ruffle Jazzy’s hair and let go of her paw, and she runs right to her grandparents. Her grandpa picks her up spinning her.

“What are your parents’ names?”

“Jared and Martha. Don’t worry you’ll be fine.”

You nod still nervous, Theo takes your hand comfortingly rubbing his thumb against it. He looks waves at his parents introducing you to them.

“They’re the nanny little Jazzy yaps so much about,” Martha examines you up and down her head raised high. It feels like she’s staring at your soul.

“It’s nice to meet you ma’am.”

“Hm polite, scent marked, hmm”

“Wait whats that about my scent?”

“Nothing dear, Theo a word with you son,” Martha walks off to the side, Theo reluctantly lets go of your hand following her, “Do you intend to marry that human?”

“I do. I gave the family an heir, I’m free to do what I wish now. I’m going to marry them even if you two don’t approve,” he huffs out his tail whipping side to side.

“No I…I want to help you with marring them. It’s the least me and your father can do. To make up for how your last marriage ended…”

He raises his eye up curiously, “I didn’t expect you to say that, hmm. Well I already had a plan, but if you don’t mind would you and father watch Jazzy next Friday.”

“Of course, they won’t even know what’s going on till they’re walking down an aisle.”

“Baba! Baba!” Jazzy runs right to you clinging onto your legs, “I love you.”

“Haha I love you too, Jazzy.” You kneel down hugging her back.

“They’re perfect,” Theo smiles gently watching you and Jazzy.

❀ ˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊ ❀ ˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊ ❀ ˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊ ❀ ˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊ ❀

A/n: sorry if this is all over the place, I think I’m having a little writer’s block.

[alesslonelydream]

Reader with a death whistle

Maybe you‘re the hero of your era, or maybe you‘re simply some nobody that has been fighting against monsters for a while and knows their stuff. But wherever you‘re from, it‘s a place with rather innovative methods of keeping monsters at bay…

Pairings: —

Warnings: —

When the Chain lands in this new era, they have barely any time to orient themselves. It‘s a flurry of sensations for even the ones to recover the fastest from the balance-warping portal.

The first thing is the sight of the ground under their feet, followed by a air-ripping screech echoing towards them - they can‘t determine if it‘s in rage or agony. All they know, under the thrumming of their blood, that something big is there, something dangerous. Is someone being attacked, or is something doing the attacking?

The next thing: a hoarde of monsters, none of them a major threat, all of them driven by fear in their limbs, rushing towards them. They slay whichever they conveniently reach, but as the horrific wails of uncertain origin continue, the strategists agree with exchanged glances that there are bigger problems than fleeing monsters.

The Chain regroups in the seconds after the strange frenzy, the silence now suspiciously hanging over the area deafening. They move towards the source of the sound-now-gone, and find… you. You, with a strange instrument in your hand, watching them with unease.

This is the opposite of what you expected, you all think.

You might eye them in suspicion at their foreign clothing and weapons, maybe above all their number, but after the discovery that the origin of the sound is neither a person in death throes nor a giant monster, the Chain approach you with little hostility.

You exchange careful words; they ask after the place (weird), the year (even weirder), and about you (stranger danger).

For some reason you decide that it‘s alright if you spend at least a few hours with them, during which no few inquiries are made about your skull-shaped instrument.

Time

He feels a bit reminded of the Sun‘s Song, as it can also keep monsters off his heels. You tell him that your method of doing so, while also functioning over sound, doesn‘t have anything to do with magic, simply with making them think you‘re more dangerous than them. He tells you that doesn‘t matter - they both fulfill their purpose, don‘t they?

Overall curious, but not disturbed. He‘s seen worse things.

When asked wether he‘d like his more common masks to be modified with a whistle like yours, he declines. His masks already hold power of their own, no need to amplify that or give himself more reasons to use them.

Twilight

He‘s used disturbing artifacts himself in his quest, a death whistle won‘t make him crack now. He mostly listens in on you and the others and laughs about their awe to himself.

If you choose to join the Chain and make use of the whistle to ward off monsters, you can occasionally hear Wolfie join in. Later on, when Twilight emerges form wherever he disappeared to, he jokes that they now have their own warcry. He doubts any battle horn would be this effective.

Sky

Unsettled by the unsavory aftertaste of it. He grew up on tiny islands in a knight academy - where he‘s from, it‘s no use chasing monsters away because they‘ll return sooner or later anyway. Better to just get rid of them when you find them.

As Four wonders out loud about the possibility of making more, he almost wants to protest. Are they sure that‘s a good idea? He‘s very glad when Four waves his own reasoning off.

Only warms up to your death whistle when you mention that human screams are only one variety of many sounds, and yours simply happens to work well in preventing combat. But there are also allegedly some that sound like thunder or strong wind, or dangerous animals. He resolves to, should the Chain come across more of those whistles, secure himself one that sounds like wind.

Four

Fascinated by the idea of basically using mimicry against the monsters and already plans on incorporating the principle into some future projects of his. Maybe not sound, but something similar to the mirror shield, something bright and blinking that basically signals that it can afford to draw attention from dangerous beasts?

The first one to ask if he could borrow it for examination with the explanation that he might be able to fashion similar whistles, before declining the idea himself - the build of the whistle is probably way too complicated for the tools he currently has at his disposal, and besides, if they all had one, monsters would just get used to the sound; no way would they keep to the rule of using it only in emergencies. It‘ll have to stay a vague idea for now.

Still thinks it‘s really cool, but his curiosity about it is quickly sated.

Warriors

His inner strategist says that it‘s a useful asset to prevent harm to them, but could be risky if they get so used to hearing it that they get desensitised to actual screams of pain. Also has to agree with Four‘s point that it only works if used rarely.

Generally chill with it, though. If it used magic, it would be different and genuinely creepy, but as it stands, it‘s more his own memories of the cabarets from the War of Eras that come up. Nothing that would send him spiralling, but it‘s highly unpleasant, nevertheless.

A bit amused when the idea of the whistle as their own kind of battle horn comes up. Declines it, though. It might draw the wrong kind of attention from those who‘d otherwise be on their side; like it happened when they‘d sought you out, prepared for battle.

Wild

He wishes he had something similar during his journey - he could‘ve avoided many a-wound! Especially since your whistle operates on exactly the same idea as some of his clothes. He immediately shows you his radiant set and the masks he got from Kilton, in much the same manner as ‚look here, we match!‘

The one to start asking if death whistles could be integrated into clothes, and even asks Time if that‘s something for him. A bit miffed when Four concludes that that‘s not something that‘ll happen in the near future.

Wind

He matches Wild in excitement, and pouts at you when you hold it out of his reach at first. You make him promise not to blow into it before you let him touch it. He in turn makes you promise to let him play it when it‘s the right time. Shrugs that it‘ll be better to see monsters flee before him after playing it, anyway.

Once the time has come and you hand him your instrument, he pushes so much air into it that he goes dizzy for a moment afterwards. His recovery isn‘t sped up by how giddy he is.

Legend

He‘s not unfamiliar with people pretending to be monsters to protect themselves, not after encountering the cult around them in Lorule. But while those had eventually started to believe the disguise they put on for survival, you don‘t seem to think the same. The whistle is a powerful tool for you, and he can respect that.

Does eye it - the collector in him is itching to ask about where to get another. He doesn‘t ask, but when Sky wonders the same, he listens keenly. Of course he doesn‘t want to use it, not after the points the Captain made, but it could become useful should they ever go their separate ways again and some of them lead into trouble.

Hyrule

You intentionally draw attention to yourself? And get away with it? Hyrule is stunned by that idea that somehow never came to him, not that he thinks he would‘ve done it if he had. The thought of doing that makes him nauseous… He‘d rather go either full-on combat or stealth, thank your very much.

When it‘s brought up that it‘s only used in emergencies, he relaxes - so his preferred methods are still the ones that will be tried first.

[kikyoupdates]

Bloodthirst ⭑˚💋⭑ 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

bnha x vampire!reader

reverse harem, my hero academia x fem!reader, my vampire!reader, slowburn

As punishment for your sins, you, a young vampire, are banished — not just from your home, but to a different world entirely. Now, you find yourself in a foreign place where Quirks and heroes are the norm. In addition to coming to terms with your new life, you must also face your greatest challenge: controlling your massive thirst for blood.

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“He l-looked at her w-with a, um... I’m not sure how to read this next part.”  

“Sorrowful,” the teacher said, awkwardly clearing his throat. “Keep going, please.” 

You nodded. “He looked at her with a sorrowful explanation—”  

“Expression,” the teacher corrected.  

“With a sorrowful expression, and g-grabbed her by the ham—”  

“Hand.” 

“Grabbed her by the hand, then let out a... happy? Let out a happy sigh.”  

“A heavy sigh,” the teacher corrected once more, and he proceeded to echo the passage with a sigh of his own. “That was, um... a good attempt, [Name]. Perhaps you felt a bit nervous reading in front of your new classmates? It’s alright. You’ll get used to it soon.”

Katsuki couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Even an elementary schooler would have had no problem reading that passage. Were you illiterate or something? He’d always known Izuku was pathetic, but what was he thinking, hanging out with a bum like you?

“Dumbass doesn’t even know how to read,” Katsuki muttered. 

“I heard that, Bakugou,” the teacher frowned. “What do I keep saying about being nice?”  

“Yeah, yeah. My bad, or whatever.”  

Despite the fact that you’d just publicly embarrassed yourself, you didn’t look particularly torn up about it. Actually, it looked to Katsuki like you were proud, which baffled him beyond measure, because that display just now was definitely not something to take pride in. 

“That was so good!” Izuku congratulated you, grinning ear-to-ear. “You’re learning so quick, [Name]! I can’t even believe how much progress you’ve made already!” 

You stuck up your nose in the air. “I guess I’m even smarter than I initially gave myself credit for. I should never have doubted my abilities.” 

Katsuki watched the exchange unfold with his mouth gaping open from disbelief. Was this meant to be satire? Some sarcastic routine that he just wasn’t getting? Was he the idiot for not understanding what the hell you two were going on about?  

It wasn’t just that you were illiterate, though. You seemed to lack basic knowledge in pretty much all departments, to the point that it had Katsuki wondering how the hell you’d even passed your previous classes. 

“[Name],” the teacher said. Katsuki almost felt sorry for you, because it seemed like the dude was calling on you a lot more than the others. Probably since you were new. “Can you tell me what year the Edo period began?” 

“What’s that?” you replied shamelessly. 

Countless students began mumbling amongst themselves. They couldn’t tell if you were trying to be funny, or really just that ignorant. 

“Come on,” the teacher sighed. “You’ve learned about this before. The Edo period. Really rack your brain. I’ll give you a hint. It started sometime during the 17th century.” 

“17th century,” you mumbled to yourself. Back in your world, a century was measured as a period of a hundred years. There was no way of knowing if the same was true of this world, but you decided there was no harm in giving it a shot. “So, that means... it started around the year 1700? Right?” 

Everyone stared at you in bewilderment. Katsuki couldn’t help but face-palm.  

“No, you idiot!” he snapped. “The 17th century started in the 1600s! How the hell do you not know basic shit like this?” 

“Huh?” you blinked. “But... the number seventeen...”

“It ended in 1700! For fuck’s sake!”  

“Oh,” you replied simply. “I guess that makes sense. I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”  

Katsuki was close to ripping out all his hair. Watching you flounder like a fucking dipshit was actually stressing him out. You couldn’t read or write properly, you didn’t know the most common things in terms of history—not just Japanese history, but major global events too—and every time the teacher spoke, your eyes were glossy and wide, as if you were a newborn only just coming to terms with the world around you.

Honestly, you belonged back with the preschoolers, not here with kids that were less than a year away from entering high school.

During the very last period of the day, math, the teacher decided to call on you once again.  

“[Name],” he said. “Please come up to the board and solve this equation for me.”  

Katsuki enjoyed tormenting people as much as the next dickhead, but this was getting a bit painful to watch, even for him.  

You really were thick-skinned, though. As you walked up to the board, your eyes didn’t betray the slightest twinge of nervousness or any other discomfort. Maybe that was one of the benefits of being an idiot. You didn’t even realize just how much others were judging you for it.

The teacher wasn’t testing you like this to be sadistic or anything. He seemed genuinely perplexed as to how you’d even made it to middle school. It was a mystery how you hadn’t been held back up until now. He seemed to be wondering if your placement in this class was some sort of mistake.

That was probably why he gave you a relatively simple equation to solve. If you couldn’t do something like this, then clearly, there was an issue.

“Oh, this is easy!” you grinned, and your carefree attitude made Katsuki scoff in his seat.  

Yeah, right. You’re just gonna royally fuck it up like you’ve done with everything else— 

“All done!” 

The teacher blinked. “Huh? That quick? Oh... y-yes. That’s the right answer. I suppose this one was fairly straightforward, after all.”

Katsuki furrowed his brows. Well, whatever. What you’d just done was nothing impressive. It was the bare minimum, honestly.  

“Let’s try something a bit more complicated,” the teacher suggested. He gave you another equation to solve—this time, one that would probably give half the class a bit of trouble. Katsuki had always been smart, so it was child’s play for him, but he doubted you’d be able to figure it out, with your pea-brain and all.

Except you did. And super quickly, as a matter of fact.  

Katsuki grimaced. “How the fuck can she do that, but she doesn’t know the most basic shit?”  

“Good job, [Name]!” The teacher looked relieved to know that you weren’t completely hopeless. “Um... maybe just one more to try out. This is one is very difficult, though. Even third-year highschoolers would struggle to solve it, so don’t feel discouraged if it doesn’t make any sense.”

The equation on the board was difficult to make sense of, even for Katsuki. He gritted his teeth in annoyance. Well, the teacher did say it was something that wouldn’t be covered until the final year of high school, so there was no helping it. 

“This one’s easy too,” you beamed, and proceeded to make quick work of solving it.  

Now, the teacher—as well as the entire class—was stunned to silence. 

“I-Incredible,” he mumbled in astonishment. “[Name], it seems like you’re gifted when it comes to math. Very nice job! I didn’t realize we had such an advanced student in our class!” 

For the millionth time that day, Katsuki was lost for words.  

“Are you cheating or some shit?!” he couldn’t help but cry out. “There’s no way you can’t read or write and don’t know basic history but can solve complicated problems like that one!”

You merely scratched your head. “How would I cheat? It’s math. Plus, I showed my steps. How would I know to do that if I’d just guessed the answer or something?”  

“That’s... well...”

Katsuki didn’t know what to say. It just didn’t make any sense! And that stupid asshole Izuku was still beaming over at you, looking immeasurably proud. You two dipshits were driving him up the fucking wall! 

Before Katsuki could offer up any more protests, the last bell of the day began to chime. Students eagerly got up from their seats and started packing their belongings into their bags. The teacher was trying to remind them of some homework that was due for next class, but everyone was excited to leave and didn’t really pay him much attention.  

You happily bounded over to Izuku. “School’s out! These past few days have been a lot of fun. So much more fun than I ever imagined!”  

“Yeah,” he smiled back. “I’m glad you’ve been enjoying yourself. And you’re doing a really great job. You should be super proud.”

“Thank you! Let’s head home.”  

“Yep!”  

The two of you were basically attached at the hip, and it made Katsuki sick to his goddamn stomach.  

Since he was remarkably petty, he decided to follow you. 

“Oops,” he chuckled, bumping into you, hard, once you’d gotten out of the building.  

His two underlings echoed his amusement. “Aw. What are you going to do, illiterate girl? Start another fight? Lick more blood off your fingers like the creep that you are?”

“K-Kacchan,” Izuku swallowed nervously. Ah. There it was. That stupid noble look in his eyes that Katsuki just couldn’t stand. As if he was godsent, doing the whole world a favor, all the while looking down on those around him. 

Katsuki narrowed his eyes. “What is it? Say what’s on your mind, shitty Deku.” 

“We really don’t need to do this right now,” Izuku trembled. “Just... let us go, okay?”  

Izuku was shaking like a leaf in the wind, and it brought a smirk to Katsuki’s lips. Right. That was the way it was supposed to be. He needed to realize his place. He was below him. It had always been that way, and it would always continue to be. 

You, however, didn’t appear fazed in the slightest. Katsuki had expected as much, since you clearly had more of a backbone that Izuku. But you needed to learn your place too. He didn’t want you getting any funny ideas and thinking you were actually a match for him. 

“What’s your problem?” you finally said. “Izuku hasn’t ever done anything to you. I don’t get what’s fun about going out of your way to make people feel bad. Is your life really that pathetic? Are you just bored out of your mind with nothing better to do?” 

Katsuki couldn’t help the disbelieving scoff that left his lips. You were actually serious? You really wanted to do this? 

Alright, then. He was done playing nice.

“I’ve been meaning to kick your ass anyways,” he grimaced. He roughly grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and pulled you in, close enough that he was pretty much breathing down your neck. “Try me, bitch,” he spat. “Last time was a fluke. I was going easy on you ‘cause you’re a girl, but I really shouldn’t have. You caught me in a humble mood that day, that’s all.”  

You still didn’t look scared. Actually, you were smiling. 

Katsuki’s forehead veins were about to pop. “I’m seriously going to beat the shit out of you,” he threatened. 

But he didn’t get a chance to. Because you’d already bit him right in the neck.  

“Fucking hell, that hurts!”

It hurt more than anything he’d ever felt before. He knew he wasn’t just imagining how sharp your damn teeth were. He could feel them prodding deep underneath the top layer of his skin, and it didn’t stop just at that. There was a sickening squelching sound, right by his ear. 

You were sucking his blood, like the fucking freak that you were. 

Katsuki tried to push you off, but his strength was failing him. This sensation was just way too strange. It made him want to puke, but somehow also made his head feel all light and fluttery. His cheeks were burning up. His entire body was burning up, for that matter. You were siphoning blood directly from his body, and the realization that your lips were pressed against his skin didn’t help in the slightest.  

“Get the hell off me!” he screamed, finally mustering up the power to blow you back. He was panting heavily, cheeks flushed like never before. He could see your face clearly now. He could see the way your lips were painted red with his blood, and that all-too pleased look in your eyes. 

“Yum,” you said simply, swiping your tongue across your lips to lap up the leftovers.  

“H-Holy shit,” one of his lackeys muttered. “I always knew she was some kind of weirdo, but she really, really is insane. Katsuki... we should go. I’m not looking to get bitten by her too.”  

Katsuki was still beet red. It was the first time a girl had ever been so close to him. In a way, you’d just kissed his neck. At the very least, your lips had connected directly with his skin. If that wasn’t a kiss, then what was? 

Fuck... talk about the shittiest first kiss ever. 

“You’re a freak,” he managed to say, but his voice came out sounding shaky and hoarse. His heart was racing right now, and it made him feel absolutely disgusting.

“Fine by me,” you smiled. “Pick on Izuku again and I’ll bite you even harder next time. It’s your call.”  

Katsuki angrily wiped his hand across the spot on his neck that you’d bitten into. There was a bit of blood glazing the surface, no doubt paired with some of your saliva. It felt wet and slimy.  

Yeah. This was officially the worst day of his life. 

“How fucking dare you,” he gritted out. “You’re going to pay for this. Just you wait.”  

He stormed off before he could hear what else you had to say, his two lackeys quickly following suit.  

You were still smiling, because you’d just killed two birds with one stone. You’d managed to put a bully in his place and gotten to drink some yummy blood. It wasn’t much, but it was honest work.

Izuku looked like he was on the verge of passing out. “[N-Name]… you can’t just do stuff like that. Especially without warning me. You’re going to give a heart attack one of these days...”

“Well, it looked like he was about to start a fight, so I decided to strike first and catch him off-guard.”  

“What if someone catches you doing that? I don’t want you to get in trouble.”  

“I was actually thinking about this, and I figure we can just say it has something to do with my Quirk. Most people probably wouldn’t just assume I'm a vampire, after all. Can’t I pretend like my Quirk has to do with drinking blood? Like the more blood I drink, the stronger I get, or something like that.”

“That could work,” he acknowledged. “But people still aren’t supposed to use their Quirks to inflict harm onto others. I get that since we were dealing with Kacchan, it’s a bit of a different case, but still. Just be careful, okay? I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

You hummed in agreement. “Alright. I won’t be so hasty to do that next time. I’ll just punch him in the face like I did before.”  

“Um, no. Please don’t do that either.”

“Anyways!” you chirped. “I’m super relieved that math is the same here as it is back home. Dealing with numbers is a lot easier than trying to make sense of all this new information.”

“Still, that question you solved at the end of class looked really hard,” Izuku remarked, clearly impressed. “We’re the same age, aren’t we? But it seems like you’re a lot more advanced.”  

“My parents made sure I was always on top of my studies,” you shrugged. “It’s the same education the rest of my siblings received, so I never thought much of it. Math is fine and all, but I hope I’ll be able to do well in my other subjects too, once I actually get used to reading and writing.”

“I’m sure you will. And, um...” For some reason, he’d turned awfully red. “A-About before, when you drank Kacchan’s blood. I know you have to drink blood to survive, so I just wanted to make sure that you know I’ll always give you mine, whenever you need it. Just don’t be afraid to ask me for help... okay?”  

Goodness. He really was an angel.  

“Of course,” you grinned back. “I know I can always count on you, Izuku. Plus, your blood tastes the best by far.”  

“I-It does?” he stammered, somehow getting even more red.  

“Yep! You’re my favorite!”  

“Oh... I see.”

He didn’t say anything else apart from that, perhaps because he was too flustered to think of a response. But judging by the wobbly little smile on his lips, he seemed to be taking it as a compliment rather than being put off by your words.  

Katsuki had never in his life suffered such humiliation before.  

“Fucking hell!” he cried out, slamming the front door as he angrily barged into his house. Naturally, he was making a ton of noise, and this drew the attention of his parents. More specifically, his mother, Mitsuki, who came stomping towards him. 

“Katsuki, you little piece of shit!” she snapped. “What’s the matter with you, yelling and slamming doors the second you get home?!”  

“Piss off,” he grimaced. “I’m not in the mood.”  

“Is that how you talk to your mother?!”  

She proceeded to grab him by the ear and pull on it, which of course just made Katsuki’s shitty mood even worse. Normally, he would’ve snapped back at her again, but given everything that had already transpired today, he was feeling more deflated than he would’ve liked to admit.

Not only had you held your own in a fight against him before, but you’d somehow managed to completely overwhelm him back at school. It was the second time. The second time that Katsuki hadn’t emerged victorious against you. 

Mitsuki must have noticed her son’s downcast expression, because she finally let go of his ear and frowned. “Seriously, what’s going on? You’re even more irritable than usual. Is there something weighing on your mind?”  

In response to her question, Katsuki’s cheeks instantly turned red. 

“J-Just leave me alone,” he muttered, then shoved his hands into his pockets and retreated to the comfort of his room—making sure to slam that door shut as well. 

Mitsuki was left with a blank look in her eyes.  

A look that quickly turned into realization.  

“Well, this is new. He’s red as a tomato,” she mused. “I bet it has something to do with a girl.” 

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