#midnight is a physics student idk

[midmare]

what if,,, i had a modern/university au?

[astrxealis]

finally actually working towards fixing my blogs lol 💪

[ohsunnyboy]

living wine | song eunseok ˚₊‧⁺˖

song eunseok is good at maths, a vampire or an extreme lightweight. one of those is false, and it's not the one you think it is!

TAGS: college!au, vampire!eunseok, human!reader, gn!reader, vivid descriptions of blood, veins and feeding, kissing and caressing, gets suggestive by the end!!

A/N: eunseok has such vampire-esque visuals i couldn't help myself hehe self indulgent as per usual (idk why this turned out so long i just wanted to write some hot bloodsucking)

WORDS: ~2400

"How on earth did you get all of this wrong?" You stare at the question sheet and back at his laptop. The fang about, find out! sticker on it fraying and stained with takeout. "I thought communication studies was meant to be easy?"

"It's not wrong. There's no wrong in comm studies," he groans, still rolling about the floor of your dorm like a toddler. “I swore to Sungchan this would be the last time I change my major and he's going to tear me apart if I can't ace this."

"Oh boohoo, your mysterious campus vampire aura will be ruined. What will everyone do?" you intone, rolling your eyes.

Said mysterious vampire, Song Eunseok, buries his face into your plush cushions and groans some more. Imagine communications being the biggest of your worries in the world.

As a political science major, with a minor in vampire relations, it seemed natural when you stumbled into Eunseok's friend group at a You Can Fang event at the college. A vamp and human mixer to encourage integration due to well... reasons.

Because the thing is, vamps have only been about for 30 years.

Which is a lie. Or rather, a condensation of the fact that they've been generally acceptable for 30 years. It's only now do you find tick boxes for vampires on questionnaires, 24/7 blood banks and raw blood on the a la cartes to cater to the perpetually living.

Apart from that, it's been since the dawn of time they've been kicking about, seamlessly blending into society by acting like the rest of you. As evidenced by the one stretched out like flattened dough on your plush carpet. Eunseok physically exists at 18, has the vainness of a 15-year-old but has been kicking around for 22 whole years.

Which somehow doesn't qualify him from doing college level anything even half well.

"You still there?" Eunseok’s voice is muffled from where he's face down on the carpet, that or it's his fangs digging into his lip. He’s been limp and lethargic like this for far too long.

"Yeah, yeah just baffled at what you've written," you hum.

You shift the laptop from your lap to the floor next to you, choosing to study the moping princess. Eunseok’s brown hair is almost black in the dim of your room while also sticking up everywhere from running his hand through it constantly. Even his clothes look out of it, which is a feat for someone who always aims for college campus chic. Further, while it’s traditionally vampiric to be ghastly pale – Eunseok’s always had a tan from when he was bitten at 18 that just stuck around – his skin somehow looks even worse in the lamp light.

"What's wrong, Eunseok? You've been like this all week," you sigh.

Thump-thump. The clock ticks three times; it’s nearly midnight and the full moonlight peeks through the blinds. Thump— he shifts. “It’s nothing..." Curling further up into a ball. Like you believe that, he’s a professional whiner.

"Real convincing. How about you sit up and look me in the eyes when you say that,” you quip back. With some more prodding at his head with your foot, Eunseok sits up petulant.

You take your time to look at him properly now: Eunseok’s sunken eyes and dry mouth. It makes your own lips purse in concern. It’s a far cry to what your Eunseok usually looks like however it’s all signs of what you’ve been suspecting all this time. Idiot.

"I am completely fine,” he says it with the utmost uncertainty of any college student lying through their teeth about already having started a paper that is due the next day.

"Seok... you're paler than a sheet." When you say it, his face nearly brightens up. "That’s not a compliment!" And only then does he huff out a small laugh, eyes casting to the side.

“I’m fine, promise. Just…long night?” Eunseok mutters but it comes out like a question. You know he sleeps poor in general but that’s no excuse. You pay way too much attention to him, is what some voice says at the back of your mind, but never mind that.

Maybe it’s a reassurance when he snakes a hand around your ankle, but his cold embrace only reminds you of what he is. Maybe it’ll make whatever you plan to do just a bit easier. The question’s been dancing on the tip of your tongue since the start after all.

"...When's the last time you fed?" your eyes search for his as you ask, but he seems hellbent on avoiding your gaze.

"Why? are you offering?" Eunseok snorts and you can taste the sarcasm in his tone. He shakes his head again, before finally raising his gaze to yours apologetically. "...Look this week's been so bad. All the blood banks are low, my new TA is Satan incarnate and Sungchan chipped my tooth last time I tried feeding from him so I couldn't even feed properly then.” His finger’s drum across the skin of your ankle: pinching and smoothing.

"...and then everybody's also been busy with the new semester,” you conclude.

"Exactly.”

The silence consumes the room. You’d liken it to someone taking a fluffy blanket and smothering you in it. Dying in comfort and screaming in silence.

The sensation of Eunseok’s fingers on your skin is what grounds you. Pinch and soothe, thump-thump, pinch and smooth, thump-thump. Goosebumps have started to rise up your leg as you watch his movement. Thump-thump, pinch and smooth. You’ve grown used to his cold whenever you press against each other, even when he tries to stay away. Despite it, your heart races all the same.

Thump-thump, pinch and smooth.

The carpet bites when you crawl to him.

"Woah, woah hold on. You’re not doing what I think you’re doing.” Eunseok holds out his hand like that’s going to stop you. “You've never been fed on before,” he says it with such a painful sincerity that you think it’s meant to hurt, but right now, waiting in silence is hurting you more than he ever could.

"You need it, idiot. Besides, I trust you enough.”

"I've been a vamp for like 4 years! I don't trust me enough!"

"What happened to feeding from Sungchan a minute ago? You literally led the safe feeding talk at that You Can Fang thing last year!" You kneel back, saving yourself from your tone.  

Eunseok’s pinching and smoothing down the skin of his own hand. Nerves line him but you know he can hear your heart much better than you can your own. Thump-thump-thump—

"It was from his wrist, and it wasn’t term yet. I’ve – well, I’ve looked at yours, your veins are way too faint,” Eunseok mumbles. His beady eyes dipping towards your throat, while your own eyes track his tongue as he wets his lip. “You know I’d have to feed from your neck.” His voice trembles under the suggestion. Under this light, it should be impossible to tell if he’s blushing, but you swear he’s buzzing with heat.

You’re not stupid: you pay attention to your vampire education and etiquette classes. Enough people walked out of that feeding talk red faced and a little shifty eyed at anyone that had bite marks at the neck. The blush that sears across your face now probably mirrors theirs.

The thing is, you’ve made up your mind a long time ago.

“I’m offering, Eunseok. Don’t be more of an idiot than I think you already are.”

Thump-thump-thump—

Eunseok’s pupils swallow up the whites of his eyes, and in the next instant, you’re being lifted, straddling his thigh, his arms a crushing force wrapped around your back and cradling your head. Burying his face into the skin of your throat, he makes a high sigh of relief. Fire licks up across where you touch, eating you alive before he’s even sank a fang.

Even if he’s stone cold under your touch, the room feels like it’s been plunged into a broil, losing yourself in a steamy haze. He noses at your pulse, the tell-tale thump-thump-thump— of your own must be as loud as the fucking heavens crashing down on him. Amber and roses, the scent that’s haunted you everywhere since you got it for him, reminds you of all that he is.

(Yours.)

A breath, another, another, before Eunseok’s head tilts up from where you’ve locked your arms around him, and you come to stare at his impossibly dark eyes paired with his pearly peeking fangs. “…Are you sure?"

You close your eyes, seeking patience. “Take as much as you need, idiot.” And Eunseok exhales so hard his whole-body shakes. Your hand tightening itself at the mess of his hair. Come on, take it.

His eyes flutter, stupidly long eyelashes ticklish against your skin, his head ducks and you get a second before he presses his lips to your neck, drops his fangs and bites.

The pain is a pinch.

A sensation that will root itself into your guts and sear itself into your muscle memory. It crawls up your jaw and shatters across your head; it splits from your skull, and it streaks down your back; and then it sets aflame everything you thought was burning already. Distantly, he groans into your skin with the same neediness as before.

Where there is fire, his lips come to sooth. Eunseok lets out a soft, needful sound as he presses his lips over your skin – and maybe you do too. Every inch of you breaks into shivers. Thump-thump-thump-thump— an anthem backed by chorus. You can feel yourself losing grip in his hair, but Eunseok just pulls you impossibly closer into him, propped up in his arms as you give more onto him. Drinking you in and eating you whole.

“Thank you,” he starts mumbling into your skin, over and over. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Eunseok slurs it out like prayer. Blood drunk is the word you can find floating in the haze of your mind. You turn the thought of it over and over in your head with fascination. You have to bite back a whine.

Even without the blood, you could lose yourself to the feeling of his roaming hands. Always so close to edging under your sweatshirt but catching himself every time. His hands clench at your hips, taut in a way he’s never been before.   

"Please, Eunseok..." Amid your daze, you find the strength to nod, finding his hands and slipping them under and then up, and up. You reward him, pressing a kiss to his hair. He answers with a groan that shudders down your body. Tracing the line of your spine, ribs and collar. Leaving you gasping into your quiet dorm room. You’re half aware of your agape mouth, eyes rolling to the back of your head, every part of you singing as Eunseok takes.

Propped up in each other’s arms, you don't know which one of you has given more to the sensation. Far away, you think you could sit like this for hours. Wrapped up in everything Eunseok. Subject to a degree of sheer want that you’d never want him sharing with anyone. Yours, yours, yours. It’s the anthem of your heart when you’re pressed against each other in one hot line.

…It could be another age when you feel his fangs detract. 

All you hear is your heaving breaths against the tick of the clock. The hum of your blood has plastered itself to the walls of your mind, another fixture that you’ve somehow adjusted to. Just like the cold that meets your neck again, and again. A break in the ice after drowning for hours.

Eunseok laps at the puncture wounds at your neck with enthusiasm. His hands planted firmly on your hips, holding you in place. You want to squirm as he leaves a trail of kisses to chase after the blood that drips from the wounds. Savouring every drop of you.

You bring a hand up, to cradle his working jaw, marvelling at the flush on his skin, the utter mess of his hair, how he holds you so gently.

“You… you taste like living wine. You know that, right?” Eunseok croaks out, eyes closed, head down. Something in you is struck with awe, you’ve never seen him like this. “Taste so fucking good.” He punctuates it with a kiss at the base of your throat, searing with want, humming from satisfaction.

He continues to trail them up all the way to the corner of your mouth. Teasing at your lips with his red stained ones. “You’ve ruined this for me. Don’t want anyone else feeding from you,” he purrs.

Instead of sitting there limp, you capture his face and plant a quick kiss to his lips. “Don’t want you feeding from anyone else either.” You can taste your blood on your lips as you smile and look him dead in the eye. “You’re mine too.”

Thump-thump. Eyes wide open, he stares back at you with the same craze. Partnered with Eunseok’s own brand of a self-satisfied smirk that’s driven you insane since you met him – it's mix made for devastation.

“Feel better now?” you croak out.

“All thanks to you,” he hums.

Moonlight pierces into the room and you can see him clearer now. There’s some more colour to his skin, flush from exertion, with your blood a lip-stain. Even his dazed eyes are somehow more alert than before – in spite of being a notorious lightweight.

“Let me take care you.” Eunseok preens under your hands and moves.

You nearly go dizzy from the rush as Eunseok manhandles you. Lifting you from under the knees, plastering you to his front, legs bracketing his waist, before depositing you onto your bed. A laugh escapes you from the rush of Eunseok caging you in, while landing a glancing peck on your lips

“Oh?” And you quirk your brow. A cheeky grin on your face at his own amused look. "A round two?"

However, Eunseok just rolls his eyes and collapses beside you. “We both have class in the morning and it’s like 1am.” The cheeky bugger buries into your side and slings an obnoxious leg around your hip. “I’ll get you like a Gatorade in the morning for your electrolytes when we wake up, yah?”

To be honest with yourself, there’s not enough strength in you to protest or even roll your eyes back at him. Your heart’s too busy guiding you to sleep while a hand finds yours in the night.

Thump-thump… pinch and soothe.

(Needless to say, you had to wear a turtleneck to class tomorrow morning.)

pls lmk how this turned out bc this one was a learning experience for me! a like or reblog would be lovely if you enjoyed ty <3 ⭒ masterlist

[pianocat939]

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(I ended up studying for like 5 hours today on foreign language idk why, but yeah- I’ll try to get a request done. And start on Ch. 1 of monster series)

I make way too many alternates but…

Just listen.

Mean girl Donnie.

Tw: implied/explicit threatening, implied bribery maybe?, very disorganized thoughts, blackmailing, controlling behaviour, degradation, please read with caution just cuz’ the relationship is pretty toxic…in a controlling way

Like not the popularized, blonde and have a group kind of mean girl-

I mean like…

Super smart and super rich Mean girl Donnie.

He’s on the way to valedictorian, (and will be). He has a lot of power within the school, whether it’s being leader of multiple clubs or a student president.

He’s super fucking rich. (Somehow…) He’s wearing Dior, Prada, Saint Laurent, Swarovski, Burberry- Anything you can imagine of luxury.

He never looks bad. Ever. He’s always looking perfect. He could be wearing a really dashing purple suit and loafers one day. And another day be wearing hot pink and white sweater and skirt- like he wears all kinds of clothes. But he never looks bad.

He doesn’t have a minion group. He solely believes in his independence. [His brothers…he doesn’t put much notice on them, he’s a more notable being]

Let’s say MC is like. Just there. Not unpopular or popular…just there.

Their life is pretty mundane until they accidentally bump into Donnie while he was fixing his- idk lipstick or eyebrows- causing it to go wild on his face.

He’s immediately offended, confronting them why they have the audacity to ruin his perfect makeup/brows.

[his appearance (feminine or masculine) changes every day so either situation works]

MC ends up getting a life of hell from then on.

Wether they’re accused by teachers for no reason, or wondering why their friends or more on edge when talking to them. Their school life isn’t exactly hell…but isn’t great either.

At some point, they can’t tolerate it and ask Donnie what he did. Only to end up unraveling a horror story of a dictator.

He’s blackmailing them, threatening that he’ll expose it to everyone, and anything. (MC didn’t even do such a thing, he just managed to fake it).

Poor MC can’t help but accept his deal by being his “minion” for the next month.

In the morning, MC has to basically chauffeur Donnie to school, in a flashy ass Bugatti.

They have to carry all his stuff, and follow him around. They can’t go through their normal schedule, they have to follow his.

They have to participate at all his extracurricular events, meetings, whatever.

.

.

.

Until a few weeks later, the things they have to do change.

They have to wear the clothes he’s picked out for them on whatever day. [it’s always matching in colour or style with his]

They have to call him any form of endearments he wants. And gets pissed if they don’t.

[Now I know he isn’t for physical touch, but for the sake of the alternate bear with me]

On days he wears lipstick, he covers them in kisses on their face, staining their cheeks all over. And they can’t take it off, because of his annoyance. So the entire school knows.

They have to follow EXACTLY the same schedule as him, even outside of school. Like…maybe not doing the exact same thing, but waking up, sleeping, and all like the daily things have to be aligned with his.

They have to call him every night and talk with him…keep him company. (Which MC soon realizes Donnie actually thinks of MC as a significant other, just in a controlling way.) He gets quite lovey-dovey during the midnight calls.

“MC…you’re the only person I like touching at all~ I mean…you look so stupid walking around covered in my lipstick stains hihi~…”

They sleep over at his house every weekend- they’re just basically incorporated into his life.

…

By the end of the month, the entire school just considers MC as Donnie’s lover…and MC can’t deny the title no matter what. The school believes Donnie more than MC.

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(This brain rot turned out a lot longer than I thought oops-)

You know, we got rich mean girl Donnie,

How about Dumb Pink Squad Leo? Like, the actual stereotypical mean girls.

- Celina

(I need help from my thoughts lmao)

[ao3feed-jjk]

midnight mix

by absolutely_angelic "“Alright folks, I hope you have all been enjoying our selection for the night! I’m going to go ahead and open the floor now for some requests, so call down here to the studio and we’ll add them to the list. Until then, here’s ‘Master of None,’ by Beach House.” Geto sighs again, rubbing his eyes, dreading the impending phone call. Riiiing! Riiiing! Riiiing! Ah, there it is. Geto picks up the phone. “Hello, you’ve reached Uni-Unwind 71.6, do you have a song request for us?” Geto asks, trying and failing to imitate the normal faux-cheery tone he typically uses for these sorts of things. “Beach House? Seriously?” “Well, hello to you too.”" ~ or: Geto runs the late-night slot on the campus radio, which goes well until someone begins calling in every night to insult his music taste. On top of that, he now has to work with the ever-obnoxious Gojo Satoru for a research project. Things couldn't get any worse. Words: 13034, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Getou Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Ieiri Shoko, Mentioned: - Character, Iori Utahime, Nanami Kento, Haibara Yu (Jujutsu Kaisen) Relationships: Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru & Ieiri Shoko, Getou Suguru & Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru & Ieiri Shoko, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Ieiri Shoko/Iori Utahime, Haibara Yu/Nanami Kento Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Vaguely American Setting, Radio Host Getou Suguru, class partners turned dance partners turned partners, social work major geto, Physics Major Gojo, pre-med student shoko, gojo is hot and geto is bothered by it, Gojo Satoru is a Little Shit, Getou Suguru Has Piercings, Tattooed Getou Suguru, Clubbing, Drinking, Alcohol, Dancing, a surprising amount of one direction mentions, sorry - Freeform, Light Angst, sorry again but it's not a big deal, Couch Cuddles, Making Out, Kissing, Rough Kissing, kind of idk - Freeform, there's a few sex jokes, No Sex, ummmm i think that's everything, let the record show that i actually do like all of the songs in here, despite having gojo shit on them, first time writing anything for these two, I Had A Lot Of Fun With This, xoxo via https://ift.tt/XZPc87w

[circusclownsam]

Revenge of others OC (literally in love with this Kdrama)

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❥ basic information.

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name ; Choi Min-Ya, sometimes written as Choi MinYa.

age ; 18-19

nicknames ; Minnie, prefers that nickname only

gender ; Female

sexuality ; Straight (sorry girlies)

pronouns ; She / Her

birthday ; 3rd of September

nationality ; Korean - Australian

race ; Asian

species ; Human

languages ; Korean, English, basic Japanese (enough to get by)

occupation ; Student at Yongtan high school, occasionally a babysitter for her aunt and cashier at her mother’s bakery

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❥ Appearance.

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height ; 158cm, 5’2

weight ; light (idk measurements)

body type ; hourglass, average thickness, small waist, d cup size

hair colour ; chocolate brown

skin tone ; warm tan

eye colour ; deep sea blue

hair length ; mid-thigh

hair texture ; 2C

scars ; inner thighs, arms and back. prefers hiding them

tattoos ; none

piercings : four on each ear, all black studs

Face claim ; https://pin.it/5FkjIFk

School outfit ;

; https://pin.it/3ODLVbg

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; https://pin.it/3mKQ27hb8

; https://pin.it/7gEPFQQSu

Casual outfit ;

; https://pin.it/51tSGMOjY

; https://pin.it/1AIYt0ZhE

Scent ; a sweet marshmallow smell

Other noticeable feature ; Dimpled smile, dark freckles covering her cheeks, nose and faintly covering her shoulders

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❥ personality.

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positive traits ; selfless, caring, honest, kind-hearted, thoughtful of others

negative traits ; secluded, cold, sarcastic, blunt, sometimes violent (only when necessary)

Neutral traits ; flirtatious

likes ; being left alone, reading by herself underneath a tree, baking goods with her mum, helping out in the bakery, spending time with her cousins, when justice is served.

dislikes ; being put in the spotlight, being poked at, when her father is brought up in conversations.

habits ; picking at the hairs on her face when anxious, tapping her pen repeatedly against her desk

hobbies ; reading, archery, ballet

fears ; deep-bodied water (lake, ocean, pool, rivers)

favourite food ; she loves spicy food, she always orders something spicy when eating out.

favourite drink ; strawberry milk, she’s obsessed with it.

least favourite food ; pickled radish, she can’t get over the texture.

least favourite drink ; anything banana flavoured, she just hates bananas.

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❥ family.

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mother ; Lin Choi, 46, Manager for a well-loved bakery; occasionally a baker herself, close relationship with Minnie

father ; Robert Choi, left when she was 17, strained relationship due to abuse

sisters ; Only child

brothers ; Only child

friends ; she prefers to stay alone (will change in rp obv)

love interest ; Ji Soo Heon

enemies ; none as far as she knows

pets ; a black cat named midnight, a parrot named Chup

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❥ health.

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allergies ; sunflower, mild

mental illnesses ; social anxiety, mild but medicated

mental disabilities ; none as far as she’s aware

physical disabilities ; none

addictions ; none

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❥ backstory (short and not very detailed, sorry)

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backstory ; born in Seoul, South Korea. moved to Sydney, Australia and lived there until the age of 8 before moving back to Seoul. after a lifetime of abuse, her father stepped out of her life just a year before her 18th birthday.

[fuckinorangecat]

diary 25/09/2023

HELLO again. I have to write about the rest of last week so lemme do that real quick.

I was instantly invited to eat out for dinner on wednesday after my escapades in Osaka. Glad to know people appreciate my wonderful self as much as I do (For all purposes this is a joke). It was scheduled to happen on the wednesday. But with a great stroke of luck, I got sick the day before on the tuesday!!! Great news. It was very strange at least, everything just hurt. I'm pretty sure it was some form of covid or influenza because there was an outbreak at school. On the day of beckoning it got 500 times worse, tuesday was just the starter. Idk how I survived that day but I'm pretty sure I had some lessons which required my most genki self but I managed. I still went to the dinner too, it was a pleasant taiwanese in my town so it was local. Although by the end of the night I'm pretty sure I died. I got straight home and the muscle pain got way worse, I slept at 8pm and woke up in cold sweat at midnight to the weirdest phenomenon. I physically couldn't get up. I had the craziest headache and heaviness that I can't even begin to describe. It was like an invisible weight made up of all my stress and fears. Genuinely one of the worst feelings I've ever suffered. It got much better the next day and I was able to do my lessons fine. Kids always ask what shampoo I use or my hair routine. I love them as this validates my being immensely. On the weekend I got invited out by the geography teacher in my school. We get along cause we're both around the same age, I'm 24, he's 25. Although interestingly, he didn't speak any English and I no Japanese. We used google translate all night and drank forever lol. We first went to a izakaya with an open grill. Dude in front cooked all our food in front of us, was cool as hell. I had cartilage for the first time, like in yakitori form. Opinion? Try it once, never again. It wasn't even bad, just anything and everything is better. Oh yeah, on the way to the Izakaya I was spotted by some cute students who showed me from a distance that they were holding hands. I was like WOAAAH Couple!!! So fuckin' cute. YOUTH. I told the geography teacher and he explained there was a growth in student couples because of sports day. DOUBLE CUTE. Love the kids. After eating and drinking a bunch we went to a american styled bar. Super cool, apparently it opened in the 80s so it's fucking old. We ate pizza, fish and chips and carbonara. Strangely great bar food, well not the pizza it just kept falling apart. "Master" as the japanese call the bar's owner and I spoke the whole night. Of course they always ask about ex-girlfriends. He shared with me his escapades in America, of course including his sex stories with american women. Amazing. I told him my age and he instantly showed me his daughter who was the same age. The pictures he chose were interesting because she had about two pieces of clothing on, wonderfully liberal I suppose. More than I expected in the Japanese countryside. BUT ANYWAY We finish up the night, drunken say goodbye to my geography teacher, and walked home where i instantly fell asleep. oh yeah we exchanged instagram with the fuckin bar master lol, amazing.

I then spent my sunday bingeing sex education (it's good), which made me depressed and think about a certain someone I won't ever share with another human soul and then I went to sleep. I was depressed today because of it but then I magically became better? I attributed it initially to covid/influenza but I then read something that just made me feel better. I refuse to elaborate.

Goodnight.

Love

[in-tua-deep]

Are you into my hero academia? What about an AU or crossover with tua?

UHHHH I am technically, like, peripherally? I watched some seasons of the show like two or three years ago and since then have simply absorbed all content through osmosis, reading fanfiction that has canon events, and my sister telling me about the arcs of her fav characters lmao

so a crossover hmmm

First of all you'd have to like, establish whether bnha is an alternate universe or just The Future If No Apocalypse with quirks being traced back to the descendants of the kids born without mothers

So let's say it's that - the glowing baby was the "first quirk" but the truth is people had powers before that. But - well, the Umbrella Academy was obviously a marketing gimmick to those in the future! There were even comics based on them

In the future, you might find some of those comics in museum exhibits dedicated to depictions of powers in the pre-quirk era, but they're just fun depictions and much less popular than, oh, DC or MCU comics which are also in the exhibits!

End of s2 doesn't happen I guess in this au?? No sparrow academy at least lmao. So, the Umbrella Academy stop the apocalypse (again) and the Commission threat is? Neutralized? Whatever. They decide to jump back to the future

Five warns them that time travel is a crapshoot, that he has no fucking idea when they'll land beyond some nebulous "future" because Five can at least control the direction if not exactly how long

Also, Five is like. Super tired. Incredibly tired. Homeboy still has a healing gut wound, time traveled twice, has been jumping all over the place, gotten even more injured, experienced paradox psychosis, and managed to undo time all in the space of like, two weeks. There actually more than that but we don't have time to get into how fucking tired Five is from his ~Month of Hell

Like genuinely this is like putting someone almost delirious from lack of sleep in the driver's seat of a car and expecting to get to your destination in one piece

But hey, the siblings are like "do it uwu" and Five has sacrificed everything for them already so why not get behind the wheel again

So Five jumps them, and of course something goes wrong because Five has pushed his powers like a great big rubber band and honestly it was only a matter of time before he lost his grip and it snapped back to hit him

So here be the umbrella academy: spilled out into the future like a cup of bad coffee.

Five probably isn't in too good of shape tbh, like they're hundreds of years in the future (but hey at least confirmation of no apocalypse am I right) in a world full of superpowers and Five is like. bleeding from his ears and nose probably idk

Let's handwave a little bit - Reginald made them all polyglots so the squad all speak varying levels of Japanese. Allison is the best at it, Five is second best but tends to use more archaic words bc he had missions in Japan back when he was with the commission, and Klaus is third best.

(Ben is the worst bc he decided when he was 16-and-dead that he didn't have to do anything regarding lessons and maintenance and hasn't given a shit since - but also he's dead so)

So you have a bunch of weird adults with a bleeding child in like, an alley who have appeared from nowhere

so of course heroes get involved

Anyway, the squad get taken in and Five is conscious but like, barely? And he's not going to let himself get separated from his siblings again fuck-you-officer and there is a lot of confusion

anyway detective tsukauchi ends up getting involved and ends up having to hear this batshit story and be like "...truth." which sends all kinds of people scrambling because fucking time travel? Like yeah, it's been theorized to be a possible quirk but there's no recorded cases of any sort of time travel that is for more than 24 hours let alone hundreds of years

"I'm an adult." Five says sourly, "I just happened to be returned to my 13 year old body when I time traveled one time."

"True." Tsukauchi says, feeling his soul leave his body, but like. absently. the way he does when he's called in at 2am after getting off of work at midnight.

"I'm 58." Five says.

"Lie." Tsukauchi says, because this is a headcanon hill I will die on.

"I'm probably 58, but it was hard to keep track. I'm at least 50." Five corrects.

"True." Tsukauchi sighs like these six (seven? they keep referring to another sibling and Klaus said 'ghost' like that was fine and it registered as true and Tsukauchi is not nearly paid enough for this) are not giving him a migraine by just existing

on the bright side there's like, probably protocols in place for individuals who are Legally Chronologically Adults but thanks to quirks are Not Physically Or Not Mentally Adults with tests to determine if the individual needs a guardian or not

though i'm gonna be honest idk if Five would pass the test bc he literally cannot take care of himself at all, has never paid taxes or understands how to exist legally, and also his emotional maturity is stunted as all hell. also like. we don't actually know how much being in his thirteen-year-old body affects his mental state but yeAH Five is vibing

anyway Tsukauchi probably phones a friend on this bullshit because Time Travel Child alone is probably enough for the Hero Commission to be like "find a way to control and use it or nuke it from orbit" and that's not even touching whatever the fuck Klaus is doing (shit gets real once 'dead men tell no tales' stops being true) let ALONE Allison's whole deal

on the bright side like, at least Vanya isn't getting side-eyed that much bc Big Destructive Quirks aren't exactly unknown? if vanya wanted to i guess quirk suppressors exist for that until extensive training on how to control a super powerful quirk happens

Tsukauchi in the group chat: Aizawa please I am literally begging you to take this bullshit on

Aizawa: in this economy? with my class?

RatGod: lol we'll take them ;3c

Aizawa: no

Anyway they probably end up having to live at UA while Five insists on trying to get them home still and everyone else is like "oh hey we used to be child soldiers as well! (:" and Aizawa is like "i hate everything about this and everything about all of you but also like nedzu is making me interact with you so :/"

nedzu is out here vibing like "lol i just don't want the hero commission to get their little paws on these time traveling fuckers, i think you should make then teaching assistants or something"

honestly the siblings are probably like. figuring out how to function in the bnha universe and getting like, legally registered and stuff while Five ferally refuses bc that's like saying he's giving up on getting them home and he can do this

Recovery girl tries to heal him a little when he arrives and he passes out for two weeks like, immediately bc homeboy is running on fumes and spite at this point

also i think on principle it would be REALLY FUNNY if the squad got to tag along with the class bc like. Five is thirteen and the class are all 15. this does not sound like a large age gap. anyone who has interacted with teenagers know that the class would squint at Five and be like "who is this sassy lost middle schooler."

I feel like when I was a sophomore we were still like "freshman... babie" even though we were literally only one year older.

i think the difference between the umbrella academy and school kids would be pretty funny like. objectively the bnha kids are lowkey child soldiers?? like they're 15 and fighting villains but like, there's all this red tape and laws and stuff but,,, deku still be breaking his limbs in a child fighting ring against equally superpowered children for like. entertainment and sponsorships sooo

but also like Five would be like "oh cool when is the experimentation class"

"the what"

"you know, when your powers are pushed real hard by putting you in different terrible situations while your dad and sibling stand by with clipboards writing down the exact voltage it takes before you can't use your powers anymore when being electrocuted"

"hound dog's office is right there. therapy is available to you at any time. i need you to know this."

all might calls Luther "my boy" like one (1) time and Luther just breaks down crying probably because he is starved for positive attention

klaus and midnight get along like a literal house on fire, aizawa tried his best to keep them apart for as long as possible but god damn

(klaus: your name is shimura nana??

all might: immediately dies choking on blood)

i feel it absolutely necessary to point out that aizawa, present mic, and midnight are all like, 30? and the umbrella academy are all between 29-early 30s? they are PEERS but like. the umbrella academy are more chaotic due to childhood trauma

the umbrella academy probably get offered to like. also train to be heroes. i mean,, there HAS to be some sort of track for people who change careers right?? you don't have to cement your future as a hero when you're 15 i'm sure there must be something and the squad already have experience if they want to go be legal heroes

diego probably does at least?? diego just vibes honestly. diego gets momo to make knives during a team exercise and they just go feral on everyone else and it ends with diego highfiving momo and someone getting way to close to being stabbed for comfort

Five might just be. legally enrolled as an Actual Student? But also i think it's funny to picture the entire squad just. all in the back of the classroom with luther trying to fit into a high school desk as they take notes on the laws of The Future surrounding heroics

every word out of the umbrella academy's mouths just make everyone more concerned on principal but like, five and klaus are probably the worst offenders. Klaus just says whatever comes to mind with no filter and Five doesn't get what people would consider to be abnormal anymore like

Five: yeah our dad bought us when we were babies and experimented on us throughout our childhood in order to make an elite team of child soldiers superheroes, it happens

Todoroki: ...have you heard of quirk marriages?

izuku probably has an aneurism bc he's is the only person who might recognize them from the comics because you know ya boy extensively researched the idea of heroics in pre-quirk eras (batman was an inspiration alright???) and might dredge up a memory of a less popular comic series

Five: I can time travel but it is very hard, which is why we are hundreds of years in the future. And why I look like a child.

Kaminari: so are you a kid or not?

Five, serenely: whatever is most convenient for me at any given moment

Mina: hell yeah game the system

they have a brief lesson on astronomy and Luther raises his hand like "ooh! i was isolated on the moon for four years and did SO MUCH research" and then just gets up and starts infodumping like way too much information on the moon

Izuku sitting there like "damn if quirks hadn't popped up we could have achieved so much in terms of space travel. please tell me more giant man who lived in pre-quirk era."

Vanya finds out about the quirkless and is like "oh mood that genuinely sounds like my childhood, being ordinary in a house full of extraordinary people, and then i found out that i did have powers but only much later in life after i had already been emotionally scarred by the experience"

deku: vanya we have so much in common

iida and uraraka: concerned noises

aizawa: hound dog. therapy with hound dog for all of you.

there's probably some conflict with like, the hero commission wanting to get their hands on the time travelers?? but probably especially five and klaus as a) time travel and b) ghosts (the hc def has bodies they would like to stay buried)

five has a pavlovian reaction to anything with 'commission' in the name and hates them on site, probably plays into his age in order to become a ward of UA or something to protect him from the commission a little bit.

(this makes nedzu Five's legal guardian. aizawa has his resignation papers all prepped in a drawer marked 'in case of emergency' but let's be real, if nedzu wants to take over the world aizawa should probably be on the rat-bear's side of things :/)

five: ah, i do recall the inhumane experimentation that we were subjected to

nedzu, who was experimented on: haha same hat! want me to dig up the location of reginald hargreeves's remains so you can spit on them?

klaus: nah no worries we dumped them out in the courtyard unceremoniously like, a while back. how long ago varies for each of us because of time travel!

luther: you said hound dog's office was down the hall and to the right?

on the bright side, Luther probably feels like. way less self conscious about his body, partially bc of his fighting and all that in the 60s but also bc !! now he genuinely doesn't feel like a freak. no one even gives him a second glance. one of the teachers looks like a slab of cement with a face. gang orca looks Like That. there is literally a student with an entire bird head and goth aesthetic. Luther does not stick out at all

allison and shinso bond over having "villainous" voice-based quirks

allison and shinso having worn muzzles at some point in their youth as punishment 🤝

aizawa probably helps train vanya as well with the whole, being able to erase a world ending quirk safely thing he's got going on which makes for a very nice safety net

i don't think vanya would want to be a hero at the end of things though. maybe the assistant teacher in the music class or something?? all vanya wants is to be able to not end the world

i feel like as time goes by, five brings up trying to get home less and less. part of that is because like,,, genuinely what do they have to go back to?? Allison has Claire, but like. I'm 100% sure the first thing she did in the future was try track down Claire's records and found out Claire was like. fine. became an adult, had a family, probably became the ancestor of the first "quirked" kids who officially popped up after light baby. had a good life, died at an old age etc. etc.

they start settling into the bnha world with like, "we can always hop aboard the five express into where the fuck ever" as a plan Z if things go completely pear shaped (again)

i'mma be real, five himself doesn't give a fuck as long as there is a) no apocalypse and b) his family is alive. Like that's it. His bar is so incredibly low and yet his life keeps fucking trying to limbo under it

i just think it would be funny to have like, Five trying to get along with his "peers" and make friends while the siblings do the same but like, in the staff room

also think it would be funny for five to just walk into the staff room and get coffee occasionally.

a teacher: why is a student in here -

Five, sipping coffee: i'm an adult

nedzu like "what kind of guardian would i be if i didn't teach my new son all the tunnels around ua so he can pop out wherever"

five like "hey new dad can i put stashes of supplies all around ua of weapons, money, food, and other assorted things that might be useful if one needed to fight or make a run for it" and nedzu is like "haha just put your list of what supplies you want in your go bags on my desk and i'll critique it later!"

anyway a bnha/tua crossover would be incredibly chaotic but probably very funny

[foilfreak]

Beauty and Her Beast: Chapter 3

Warning: This fic is rated NSFW and contains graphic depictions of things some people may find disturbing or alarming, including, but not limited to: violence, gore, unhealthy family relationships, Oedipus complexes, gratuitous amount of pornographic literature, ableist language, physical, mental, and emotional abuse, etc. If you are someone who does not enjoy fiction with these elements in them, then I suggest you refrain from reading this, because this fic will have all that, and probably a lot more. So, this is your first and final warning to turn around and go somewhere else if stuff like this just isn't your vibe, because from this point forward, your emotional wellbeing is in your own hands, and I will not be accepting blame if you disregarded my warnings and ended up reading something you didn't like. Idk why I feel compelled to write one of these despite this being Resident Evil fanfic, but I figured I'd cover my ass just in case.

(Link to ao3 version in comments below)

“Going off the information I have listed here, it appears as though you’ll be receiving subject N-45, today. She’s a healthy 22 year old female. Her short, but muscular body weighs 95lbs with a childish height of 4’10” tall. She possesses primarily Romanian and Filipino ancestry, with some Dutch or Finnish or... whatever, thrown in there as well. And according to the various items we found on her person when she was first brought in, she’s apparently a graduate student at the University of Bucharest, or, at least she was, before she drove her car into a tree while driving up the mountain and was recovered by Heisenberg” Miranda explains robotically, reading aloud from a piece of paper held inside a thick manila envelope. “Of the 4 remaining test subjects, N-45 is easily the most violent and difficult one to work with, having to be either anesthetized or restrained every time I wanted to so much as take her vitals or stabilize her condition. When given smaller doses of sedatives she-”

For the first time in his entire life, Salvatore completely ignores whatever unimportant nonsense Mother Miranda is going on about, continuing to take in and analyze the strikingly unique appearance of the young woman before him.

Upon first inspection, N-45 appeared to resemble that of a normal woman in just about every way possible. Her hair was scruffy and very short, barely long enough to reach her eyes, and a deep black color that looked so soft and luxurious that Salvatore ached to run his fingers through it. Her face was slightly round, giving the young woman a very youthful appearance, with her sharp jawline and prominent cheekbones being some of the only things keeping Salvatore from mistaking her for a child. And lastly, her... figure, if Salvatore had to put such an embarrassing idea into words, was similar to that of Mother Miranda, only shorter, more compact even. It reminded the hooded man of those small packets of candy Duke occasionally gifted him that said “fun sized” on the label, in reference to them being much smaller than the standard sized candy bars and yet somehow being… better, despite technically giving you less candy.

She was already perfect as she was, but it was not just N-45’s beautiful human features that pulled Salvatore in and refused to let him escape the stupefaction he’d been placed under, but also her mutations.

A soft royal blue coated her from head to toe, giving way only to a large patch of solid white located on her chest and stomach. Her skin catches the light in a way that reveals areas of tiny overlapping scales, glimmering like stars in the midnight sky, or freshly polished armor, perhaps, along the bony ridges and tender curves of her figure.

Small white dots distributed like paint splatters across the colored sections of her flesh give a similar visual effect as freckles, starting from her hairline and extending all the way down to the very tips of her toes. These galaxies of white were invisible only on the white patch along the front of her torso, as well as on the lighter blue hue taken on by both the palms and webbings of her hands and feet.

Long Fin-like extensions grew along both her forearms and lower back. The former extended outward and inward like a windshield wiper, likely used to decrease water resistance. The latter, however, perhaps used to increase fine motor maneuverability while swimming at greater speeds or in tighter spaces, grew straight downwards from her lower back in an overlapping fan configuration that marginally covered her rear end, though not by very much. The fins looked like a soft, delicate material that was probably very flexible but very durable, if Salvatore had to guess just from looking.

And to top everything off, N-45 even appeared to even have gills, 2 different sets by the looks of it. The first set of 3 breathing slits was located horizontally along both sides of her neck, while the second set could be found on both sides of her torso, following the downward angle of her ribs but stopping just underneath her soft, plump-looking breasts.

Salvatore feels a sudden wave of heat cascade over his body and he turns his face away in shameful embarrassment as he suddenly realizes that N-45, much like every test subject undergoing cadou treatment, was still very, very nude at the present moment.

“I can’t make any promises regarding her disposition, but physically speaking, she’s ready to be released to you whenever you’d like. I’ll have some of the villagers transport and release her into the reservoir later this week” Mother Miranda says, pressing a button to close the pod now that Salvatore was no longer staring at her.

“W-wait just a m-moment” Salvatore calls out, prompting Mother Miranda to halt the closing of the pod.

“Yes? What is it?” The woman asks curtly, clearly not wanting to stand here and watch Salvatore any longer than she has to.

Wringing his hands together nervously, Salvatore meekly asks, “C-could… could y-you wake h-her up… s-so that I can s-speak with her… j-just for a m-moment?”

Mother Miranda remains silent for a moment, blank face staring directly at Salvatore as she contemplates what to do.

“No, Moreau,” she says finally. “I’ve had a very busy day today and I'm quite tired. N-45 is a menace that I struggle to deal with even on my best days. The last thing I need is something going wrong and her getting out and causing all sorts of chaos.”

Salvatore’s shoulders slump in disappointment, but he makes no further attempts to argue.

Mother Miranda rolls her eyes at the incredibly childish display, walking over to place a gentle hand on Salvatore’s head. “Would it make you feel better if I agreed to have N-45 be the first of the subjects to be dropped off? It’ll be more difficult than my original plan, but I suppose it was a bit unfair that you were the only one who didn’t get to “pick” their gift.”

“Yes, M-Mother Miranda… I-I’d like th-that very… very m-much” Salvatore says, leaning into the touch as Mother Miranda begins guiding him back toward the hallway leading to the exit door.

It wasn’t until after Miranda had exited the lab and begun walking down the long hallway toward the exit that Salvatore dared cast another glance back at the pod that contained N-45, wistfully thinking of how amazing her hand had felt in his, and how much he wanted to speak to her.

Just as the disfigured man was about to turn back and follow Miranda out of the laboratory, a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, prompting Salvatore to tense and snap toward the 4 pods, frantically trying to figure out what it was he saw. A few seconds of stillness pass before Salvatore sees movement again, not freely moving about the room like he originally expected, but from within one of the 4 pods, his pod to be exact.

His curiosity momentarily outweighing his nerves, Salvatore slowly approaches the metal capsule, trying to get a look through the small pane of glass that allows visual access into the holding pod.

Another flash of movement has Salvatore flinching, jumping back as though he’d been advanced upon. After several seconds of stillness, however, the hooded man regains his confidence and once again inches his way toward the capsule, moving his head up and down to try and get one more glimpse at N-45 before he has to leave. One last look before she lays eyes upon his vile and disgusting body for the first time, screaming and calling him a monster as she runs away, leaving him alone and without anyone to call his own. Just like always.

“ Hello ?”

Salvatore froze dead in his tracks, his heart pounding and his lungs refusing to take in air, as a soft, muffled, questioning voice reaches the deformed man’s ears, followed by two golden orbs with narrow black slits running vertically through the center, that slowly peek into view from the bottom of the glass window. Salvatore’s eyes widen in shock as he quickly realizes that the orbs of gold are not, in fact, just spheres of color, but rather a pair of eyes, staring intently at him from inside the pod.

“Uuuuuh… u-u-uuum… I-i… I w-was just…” the disfigured man stuttered as he struggled to move his body, seemingly paralyzed by the bewitching gaze currently locked onto him, looking at him with an intensity that makes Salvatore wonder if this is what it feels like to be a cell put under a microscope.

It isn’t until Salvatore notices the golden orbs moving and shifting from one corner of the window pane to the other that the hooded man realizes, to his immediate horror, that he might not be the only one trying to get a better look at the figure located on the other side of the pod door. Panic and fear immediately fill Salvatore from deep within, growing strong enough to allow him to finally overcome his temporary paralysis and skitter away from view. Pulling his hood even further over his petrifyingly grotesque face in shame of himself, Salvatore flees the laboratory as quickly as his hobbled limp would allow.

His heart pounds to the beat of the soft, but desperate pleas of protest coming from N-45’s pod in response to Salvatore’s rapidly retreating form, yet the hooded man cannot bring himself to believe what he hears as true. Perhaps believing that the siren-like voice he hears echoing off the metal laboratory walls to be nothing more than a trick of his sick and lonely mind, Salvatore does not stop, nor does he turn back around until he’s met up with Mother Miranda at the exit to the surface, lungs burning and legs aching from running for so far and long.

“Oh, there you are, Moreau,” Mother Miranda says suddenly, stopping just before they are about to exit the laboratory. “I’m glad you chose this time to finally catch up, because I just realized a second ago that I’d forgotten to give you N-45’s previous name. You can name her something else if you’d prefer, of course, but I offered the information to your siblings so I suppose I should offer it to you as well. Would you still like to know N-45’s name, or would you rather abandon her given name for one of your own choosing?”

After a few seconds of silent contemplation, Salvatore lifts his head, “I… I-i would like to k-know… her n-name… please...” the mutant man says softly.

Mother Miranda briefly raises a questioning eyebrow at Salvatore’s nervous body language, but ultimately rolls her eyes and shrugs her shoulders, all but tossing the Manila envelope containing N-45’s information at the hooded man before disappearing out the large metal door.

“If you’re going to read that now, feel free, but return to the meeting room once you're done. And be sure to lock the door to my laboratory behind you” Miranda commands, her voice having grown echoey due to how far away she now was.

“Yes, M-Mother” Salvatore calls after her as he scrambles to catch the thrown file and prevent any loose papers from falling out. Once he’s got a solid handle on the thick envelope, he opens it, casting a quick glance back in the direction of the pod room, where Nadine and the other 3 gifts were being held for the time being.

Returning to the file, Salvatore frantically flips through every page, trying to find the one that held N-45’s personal background information.

After several minutes of desperate flipping back and forth, Salvatore finally focuses on one particular piece of paper that looked to have been in the file for the longest. Pulling out the particular page he’d found, the disfigured man drops the rest of the folder onto the ground and begins rapidly skimming through the information printed on the page, his hungry eyes refusing to stop until they finally zeroed in on the information he’d been looking for.

Project: E.V.A. Resurrection

Subject: N-45

Parasite Administered: Cadou (Series- N; Strain- 45)

Family Name: Bogdan

Given Name: Nadine

“N… Nadine” Salvatore said slowly, feeling slightly lightheaded and out of breath as each individual letter of the young woman’s name rolled off his tongue like Camembert cheese; smooth, creamy, decedent, and likely to keep him up all night with an upset stomach and a racing heartbeat.

Nadine. Nadine. Nadine. Nadine. Nadine. Nadine. Nadine. Nadine. Nadine. Nadine. Nadine.

The name quickly became a broken loop played over and over and over again inside Salvatore’s head, his mind unable, or rather unwilling, to think of anything else as he read, reread, and then re-reread Nadine’s name at least 100 times, before finally setting the piece of paper down.

“Nadine...” Salvatore breathes the name once again, his voice carrying a wistful tone. “E-even your n-name is wonderful...”

An already beautiful woman, made even more perfect through the power of science and Mother Miranda’s grace, only for all that potential to end up wasted in the hands of a desperately lonely and horrifically mangled fish mutant, who was more likely to accidentally dissolve her in stomach acid than woo her like some kind of aquatic Prince Charming.

“Y-ya right... e-e-even with a-another mutant… I’m s-still so disgusting a-an… and horrifying in comparison… n-not even my o-own kind can b-bring thems-themselves to love me f-for who I a-am… not th-that there’s much of m-me that’s worth l-loving to begin w-with” Moreau laments to himself, wondering if it was even worth holding out hope that things with Nadine could go his way. As if one look at his monstrous form wouldn’t be enough to ruin everything Salvatore already has an agonizingly low chance of ever having with that magnificent specimen of a woman.

Even with Nadine’s own external mutations making it clear that she was no longer fully human, her form had still retained such a beautifully strong, yet womanly shape to it, and her face still looked so young and innocent despite everything that she’s been through. Someone as beautiful as her was far too good and pure to be tainted by his filthy hands.

‘Maybe I should just kill her when the villagers arrive with her at the gate? At least then... I could say I put her out of her misery before she had to experience it for herself…’ Salvatore sulks mentally.

However, despite the self degrading thoughts running through his mind, the memory of the curious look Nadine’s shockingly bright and mesmerizing golden eyes held when trying to look at Salvatore through the pod window made the hooded man shiver, having never been looked upon in such an innocently curious manner before. Most people who got that close to Salvatore didn’t even need to see his face in order to start screaming and running away in terror. However, if the deformed man allowed himself a brief moment to believe that it was indeed her who’d been calling him to come back and show himself, then from the tone and rushed quality of her voice, it would seem as though Nadine was unsatisfied with the fact that she hadn’t seen all of Salvatore’s face and body, not terrified.

How strange...

How very strange indeed…

[cosmicbrowniefan]

jumping in for the ship game!

pronouns: she/her

height: 5’10”

hair: dirty blonde/light brownish

eyes: blue

sexuality: yes

introverted or extroverted: extrovert w social anxiety

personality traits: opinionated, intelligent, caring, funny (i like to think lol)

hobbies: playing guitar/singing, boxing, screenwriting (this is more career goals but yk), board games, star wars & other sci fi stuff lol

things i do/don’t enjoy: hate bananas with a burning passion. i like when people are decisive and communicate well. big fan of movie + dinner dates or an activity like sailing/arcade dates. i also LOVE driving. like, so much. s4 has me listening to a lot more classic rock, so been listening to a lot of the cure, the smiths. i’m also a fan of hozier, nirvana, fleetwood mac, phil collins, and phoebe bridgers.

other relevant info: i’m an only child raised by a single mom. i was an AP student and got solid A/Bs. i bounced around friend groups and had friends, but only one or two ppl i felt really close to. def rely on humor as a coping mechanism and am more insecure than i let on. apparently i come off as confident?? idk.

physical: i’ve got pretty fair skin and shoulder length hair. im midsize but like i said im tall so it’s distributed relatively evenly. my legs are very long. i don’t wear dresses and much prefer jeans or shorts and a tank top. im from cali so im a summer girl thru and thru. also rn i have an undercut, from abt the bottom of my ear down. i keep my nails short bc guitar but also bc i bite them, so they’re never painted. i have a couple extra cartilage piercings in my ears :)

i ship you with...

nancy wheeler!

how you met: so, seeing as you’re a star wars fan, you of course went to the midnight releases of the movies in the theaters. and, of course, so did mike and will. however, karen and joyce wouldn’t let them go without a “babysitter”, so nancy (begrudgingly) accompanied them to these. the theater was PACKED, and it turns out, the only empty seats were right next to you.

her first impression of you: mike and will wanted to sit together, of course, and mike refused to “sit next to some random girl” in the movie theater, so nancy sat to your right with mike and will on her other side. although she didn’t really show it, she was INCREDIBLY nervous, because holy FUCK, you’re pretty?? maybe this nerd stuff isn’t as bad as she thought? you, being outgoing, started making some light convo with her during the ads and previews in the beginning, and quickly found out that she was really just here as a babysitter and she didn’t really know what was going on. nancy was shy at first, but got pretty comfortable with you pretty quickly, and by the end of the night, you two had planned to get together to watch the other movies to catch her up.

how you got together: you and nancy both found yourselves making a ton of excuses to see each other (which, you didn’t even need to, because you also hung out without excuses, but there was something nice about seeing each other on unexpected occasions). one of the excuses you have to see nancy is that you’re teaching mike to play guitar. he’d wanted to play for a while, and, after eddie munson got impatient from trying one lesson with him, mike asked you to teach him. you instantly accepted. the kid was adorable, and hanging out at the wheeler house with a chance to see nancy? um, yes. anyway, one day you’re over teaching mike a couple of chords, and he decided to get a pizza for dinner. the doorball rang and he headed downstairs to get it. as soon as he left his room, nancy came in. you didn’t know it, but she had been hyping herself up all day to FINALLY tell you how she felt. nancy instantly felt her knees go weak when she saw your strong arms strumming your guitar and the look of cool concentration on your face. gathering her courage, she went and plopped down next to you. you smiled at her and had barely gotten out a “hello” when she leaned over and gave you a peck on the cheek. she leaned back, looking at you nervously for a reaction, when you just smirked and said “you missed”, and pulled her back in for a kiss on the lips. and another. and another. until mike came in with the pizza and dropped the box on the floor, yelling “NOT IN MY ROOM!”

what she likes most about you: nancy loves your spunk and your attitude. everything about you is bold and unique. she loves the way you get passionate about things you believe in, whether it’s politics or your hate for bananas. not to mention you are so clear and easy to communicate with that you make her feel more safe and listened to than anyone else has ever been able to. she’s just comfortable around you all the time, which is something that not many people have been able to give her. physically, nancy loves your undercut, and she ADORES how tall you are. your height difference is perfect for cuddling and hugging.

what you guys enjoy doing together: you guys DO love your classic “dinner and a movie” dates. and, in the summer, the drive-in is the way to go! when you guys are a bit low on money for the movies, though, you do love just driving around and listening to music (you two have a combined playlist on spotify of both of your favorite music) and finding new spots to park and look at the stars. when you find a spot, you like laying the seats back and holding hands while gazing out the windows and listening to your music. you don’t talk a lot during this, but you don’t have to. the silence is comforting and loving.

bonus headcanon: you’re both very intelligent and fantastic students, leading others to believe that you study together, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. if either of you actually wanted to get any homework or studying done, you couldn’t do it together, because it became a makeout session super quickly. however, if there was a “hard” test coming up that either of you “needed help” with, then yeah, you’d study together.

[sarahjtv]

BNHA 296 Spoiler Thoughts

Ok, wow.  I was just sitting down enjoying my Sunday when the next chapter suddenly decides to drop onto our laps and bring us all to tears.  I did not expect it, but I welcome it with somber feels.  Of course, since this is the aftermath chapter, I have a lot thoughts.  Here we go:

•The chapter starts off with narration from Deku on what happened after the big battle.  This tells us that he’s still alive (presumedly) thank god.  There’s a panel later that shows him on a stretcher (I think) or a bed, but he’s unconscious.  Regardless, I don’t see Deku’s limbs going back to normal after all this unless something comes in to fix them.  Eri’s not an option here because she used all her energy on Mirio recently, so don’t go thinking that’ll work unless there’s a time-skip.

•So far, Pixie Bob, Wash, Present Mic, and Thirteen are still alive and fighting.  Thirteen, however, seems to have lost an arm when she was in the lab... We do see some of her face, so that’s a reveal if anything.  

•Deku says that their were at least 10 Near High-End Nomu in that battlefield.  3 of them were disposed and 7 escaped.  We did see one get captured by Best Jeanist in the last chapter so maybe they can get some intel from it.

•Mr. Compress is alive!  I’m honestly glad that he’s alive because I could’ve sworn he was going to die.  That reveal we had about him being the descendent of the Perilous Thief was just too big for him to be killed off right away.  I’m hoping we can learn more about him and the Thief later.

•Back at the resort: ReDestro, Getten, Trumpet, and more than 16,900 PLF soldiers were caught.  Edgeshot is still alive too, but he looks tired and his arm is messed up.  I do not see that Old Samurai hero from the top 10 around, so my best bet is that he’s alive.  I hope...

•Now, we REALLY get a look at all the death and destruction that this war has caused.  Adults, kids, and families are either injured or dead.  Everyone is traumatized.  Thankfully Froppy and Uraraka (I can’t spell her first name right to save me...) are working on rescuing (Uraraka in particular is good for this thanks to her Zero Gravity).  A lot of other heroes like Koda and Manga are helping out too, but the screams of people in pain and horror do not leave the pages and it’s honestly haunting to read.

•And poor Uraraka.  As she’s saving people, you can see her hair get messier and messier.  There’s one really well-drawn, but sad, panel of her with spots of blood on her and her hair isn’t “floaty” like it normally is.  It’s droopy and straight down like she’s been caught in rain or something.  I’m not used to her being like this.  This war is going to make her rethink things, I think.  

•There’s one hero, who in the mist of all this, says that this whole thing was a mistake.  He’s thinking about finding a new job.  I highly doubt he’s the only on thinking this.  War affects people badly.  They want to fight for the greater good, but the cost is their own mentality, physicality, and even their lives.  Sometimes other people’s lives.  So, in a world of heroes where things like this happen on a devastating scale, you have to wonder “Is being a hero really worth it?”  I’m sure more heroes, maybe even students, will be thinking about this in the future.  I won’t be surprised if some quit entirely.   

•And now the hero death toll.  Oh my god...  The first thing I saw when I saw the leaks was Midnight’s death.  I’m devastated.  Her horniness aside, I loved her character.  Midnight genuinely cared for her students and wanted them to grow into amazing heroes.  She supported her high school friends, Present Mic and Aizawa, the whole way through including Shirakumo’s death.  She adopted the cat the 4 of them took care of during high school and I believe it’s still alive today.  I can’t imagine what Mic and Aizawa are going to feel when they hear about this.  I honestly thought she was going to make it out alive.  I thought that she was safe and had some plot armor on her.  But no.  She’s dead.  Midnights’s not coming back.  The students are mourning her especially Mina, Kirishima, and Momo.  The three main players in the sedative plan.  Their plan worked, but had it worked sooner, a lot of lives could’ve been saved.  Ultimately, none of this is their fault, but it’s going to weigh on them heavily.  Please give these kids therapy.

•Adding onto Midnight, heroes like Crust, Majestic, X-Less, and Native are dead.  We know about Midnight, Crust, and X-Less now, but the rest were not known yet.  I doubled out Majectic and Native here for reasons.  Majestic was Momo’s 2nd intern mentor before the war.  We didn’t know much about him or his Quirk (it was some sort of levitation via ring platforms), but he did save the student’s lives when they were about to be run over by Gigantomachia.  Looks like that was a sacrifice.  Native, if you remember, was the hero Iida, Deku, and Shoto saved back in Hosu back when they fought Stain.  We didn’t know much about him, but it sucks to know that he was saved then only to be killed now.  This will probably hurt Iida, Deku, and Shoto real bad knowing that saving him became pretty null and void in the end.  

•Aside from that, the rest of them look like they were young, in their prime, or veterans in the world of Pro Heroes.  It just sucks in general to have to see all these lives cut short.  But, that’s how war goes, unfortunately.  

•Endeavor...  I’m one of the people who actually like Endeavor.  I will never forgive him for what he did to Shoto and his family pre-Sports Festival.  But, I wanted to see how he would redeem himself after Kosu.  So far, he was doing well.  He didn’t expect forgiveness and only wanted to atone.  Everything in the Todoroki family was finally going well.  And then Dabi/Touya showed up and screwed up everything.  Now, everyone knows about Endeavor’s past as an abuser and they will never see him in the same light again.  I don’t think he has a choice but to admit to his sins publicly and then retire.  I hate the idea because he is a good hero, but I don’t see any other way he’s going to get out of this.  Same with Hawks.  I don't see him going back to hero work either.  

•There’s one small panel with 2 kids from the short Remedial Course Arc we got with Shoto and Bakugo.  Rough translation, one of the kids asks if things will be okay and the other says that they’ll be fine because “That’s what Five Weenies told us after all!”  This broke me.  “Five Weenies” refers to Shoto Todoroki.  As funny as this should be, hearing that Shoto, the one who arguably got mentally scared the most in this whole battle, still gives those kids hope that everything will be okay... I just don’t know what to say.  I’m glad Shoto kept those kid’s spirits alive (Bakugo did too; neither are visibly in this chapter for some reason), but he is by no means “fine”.  #GiveShotoTodorokiTherapy2020

•And finally All For One.  Fuck this guy.  All that death and destruction and he wants more.  The translation’s still rough, but based on what he says in the end, I think we are going to get a Prison Break Arc.  He says “Go free my main body.” to the Nomus  AFO is still in Tartarus.  Guess who else is there?  Stain, Overhaul (the Ultra Analysis said that he got prosthetics or something for his arms and his Quirk adapted to that) , Moonfish, Kurogiri, I think Muscular, and plenty of other villains.  Horikoshi hinted that Moonfish might come back (he was apparently going to executed, but idk...) and the preview says “The worst is yet to come”...  Yeah, this war is over.  We’re really only just beginning. 

[aizawasprettykitty]

Shouta Aizawa Headcanons!! 🖤

* Aizawa can play the violin and sing like a mfer

* And this dude can play basic guitar. Why didn’t he do it as a career, you ask?? Because his step father discouraged him from it.

* He rescues cats! Sadly, he has to give them away at some point after nursing them for a bit, as he can’t keep all of them.

* Hizashi (present mic) is lowkey tired of finding a new cat in his backyard whenever he’s over.

* “Shouta.” “Yeah?” “Is that a new cat I see?” “...” “Shouta?” “. . .” “I’m just drunk, right?” “She had a broken leg.” “GODDAMNIT SHOUTA.”

* His biological father left before he was born, and his step-father physically abused him and his mom. His mom eventually divorced him, leaving her to attempt to build up a relationship with Shouta. (Just want to add this here but he isn’t obligated to build up a relationship with her at all, but he chose to because she was kind, and he just wanted someone to rely on that wasn’t hizashi or nemuri)

* Shouta is a baritone. He took choir in middle school. He lowkey liked it, though he’d never admit it.

* He enjoys singing with Hizashi (tenor) and Nemuri (aka midnight and alto). He also enjoys singing Eri lullabies with them 🥺

* Nemuri, Hizashi, and Eri are the only people to ever really hear Aizawa sing and/or play the violin, other than his mother. He’s real protective of that fact, so he only really plays at night by himself, or alone with friends for shits and giggles.

* Aizawa curses like a fucking sailor. Luckily, he can keep it down around his students or in a professional setting, but when no students are around and he doesn’t need to act professional, you can bet you’ll hear a curse word in every sentence.

* Aizawa suffers from depression and PTSD (i wanna hug him).

* He was originally diagnosed with these after Shirakumo yeeted, but other traumas have been added on, for instance, the USJ. Like, dude got absolutely demolished by an inhuman purple creature. Who wouldn’t have trauma from that?

* The #1 unspoken rule around students is “don’t make aizawa genuinely angry.” You either learn the easy way, by learning from upperclassmen, or you make him mad and suffer. :)

* Aizawa knows basic JSL, because Hizashi will probably have lost most if not all of his hearing by the time he’s like,,, 50 or something idk. Like dude, he literally screams at people at paralyzing volumes for a living, like??? That’s gotta damage him some.

* Aizawa really loves playing pokemon and animal crossing. Sorry I don’t make the rules lolol

* His favorite character is that cute kitty you meet in the game. I honestly can’t blame him she’s adorable!

* Aizawa is demisexual biromantic! (As he puts it very bluntly: “I only want sex if I have a good relationship...but I do want a tongue in my mouth, even if it’s someone I met recently. That’s weird? Stfu.”)

* To be more specific, he’s biromantic with a preference to guys, but he’ll still date girls.

* He prefers taller guys, but he’ll take anyone who isn’t an asshole.

* (Non-erasermic headcanon: this hc imo exists in canon but not in erasermic aus yee haw) Aizawa and Hizashi dated briefly in highschool after Shirakumo’s death, but it was more of a coping mechanism than actual romantic love. They realized this and broke up on good terms.

* Aizawa considered enlisting in the military rather than becoming a hero, but he rationalized against it.

* Aizawa really likes all animals. Tigers? Really big cats that he lowkey wants to cuddle. Sharks? He would jump at the chance to get in the water with one. Monkeys? Fucking crazy, but he thinks it’s cool how they move around and stuff. His favorite animal is, of course, cats.

* Aizawa was done fighting Hizashi’s touch-starved-ness fifteen years ago, so now he just lets it happen. Most of the time.

* Hizashi and Nemuri have a bet as to whether or not Aizawa will adopt Eri. Hizashi thinks he will, Nemuri thinks he won’t. The bet amount is ¥1,000.

* Aizawa really does care about Eri. He enjoys seeing her smile and laugh, like a child her age should. After learning that she’d forgotten how to smile, he just wanted to beat Overhaul even more.

* Aizawa would be a great father to Eri, I know that he bursts into uwu’s by seeing her smile 🥺. (PERIODT)

* This boi DEFINITELY lets Eri sleep in his room when she has a nightmare. Also he’s scared she has PTSD, like him, and he’s tempted to take her to the doctor to have to checked out. He’s not sure, though.

* If Eri does have PTSD then he would always make sure to check on her. She may just be sitting down playing or coloring quietly and he just randomly pops up, “Eri are you okay?!” “I’m just coloring zawa.-“ He would be so worried for her 🥺.

* Around Eri he makes sure to use a gentler voice and say absolutely no curse words. As soon as he’s out of earshot it’s back to his usual “stupid fucking asshole” shit again.

* But at the end of the day he’s still a tired and grumpy man who cares deeply for the people he loves most. 🖤

[wri0thesley]

Are we allowed to have soft sfw thoughts about the student characters aged up here? 🥺🥺🥺 b/c I can’t stop thinking about Kokichi in a Nothing Hurts™️ context and like, the idea of taking him on his first midnight picnic when he’s healed and like, maybe dancing through the grass barefoot and whatnot 🥺🥺 maybe him kinda leaning b/c he’s not quite used to walking around yet….🥺 I wanna hold his hand so bad omg

you are absolutely allowed to have soft sfw thoughts about them!!! <3 lewd aged up thoughts allowance still under review

kokichi makes me feel very soft and i think its probs bc my fiancee is physically disabled so i've heard similar sentiments expressed by her,,, but the!! everyone lives nothing hurts au and helping him get used to his new body is SOFT and GOOD and idk i just think he deserved better :((((((

[bkdkau]

it was finally after school, and the trio were in izuku’s room. he had just finished telling them everything he told kacchan and he managed to do it without crying.

however, denki was crying and shoto showed no other emotion other than rage and anger. denki was also angry, but he needs to get a good cry in before he lets his anger take over.

“this is none of your fault, zuzu! kiri is the monster! he’s so disgusting! how could he do that to our baby?!” denki wailed, tucking izuku’s head under his chin, and holding him close.

izuku is grateful for his best friends and he believes he’d be lost without them. he loves them and hopes they continue being best friends.

“i’m sorry i didn’t tell you guys sooner. i was scared and didn’t know how to bring it up.” he apologizes, but the other two shush him quickly.

shoto goes, “izu, it’s okay, really. we understand. we’re glad you told us. how did bakubit- i mean bakugo take it?”

denki and izuku laugh at their friend’s mistake. “were you about to call my boyfriend bakubitch?”

“uhhh no...? is that the right answer?”

izuku snorts and shakes his head. “nope. but i appreciate you trying. he didn’t take it well obviously. was ready to commit murder for me.”

denki hums. “that sounds about right. i mean he wouldn’t actually kill someone, but i believe he’d fight anyone for you.”

“because he’s fucking whipped.”

“hush, sho. i mean yeah he is but still! you fight for the ones you love, right? kacchan just takes it in a more physical sense. look, point is, he’s pissed at kiri and i have a meeting with principal nezu on friday.”

“okay, that’s good. where’s lover boy anyway?” denki asks. he’s still holding izuku, playing with the floof of green hair.

“oh, he’s-“ izuku pauses. hm. “actually, i have no clue. he said he had business to take care of so i assumed he meant hero work.”

just then, there was a loud explosion from outside, making the dorm building rumble with its force. the trio’s eyes widened at the sound as they looked at each other.

“fucking hell- KACCHAN!” izuku yells as he runs out the room, the other two following.

the other students who didn’t have work today were already outside in the front of the building. another explosion went off and the noise of a familiar malicious laugh right after.

izuku makes it to the front of the crowd just in time to see kirishima receiving punch after punch to his face. he finally is able to dodge katsuki’s punches and throws a few swings at the blond.

over the years they’ve both trained together, they both have gotten equally stronger and it shows. kirishima has perfected his Unbreakable mode and katsuki’s blasts have only gotten bigger and more powerful. once during training, he managed to finally put a crack in the red head’s maximum armor.

right now wasn’t training, though. they’re both fighting, intent on winning. winning what, izuku couldn’t tell you, but he’s sure it has something to do with him. katsuki’s going full out and they each are sporting multiple wounds.

“I’LL MAKE YOU PAY FOR WHAT YOU’VE DONE!”

“OH FUCK YOU! I HAVENT DONE ANYTHING!”

kirishima landed a hit on katsuki’s side, sending him flying but the blond is quick to recover. he stands up tall then takes a fighting stance, finger on the trigger of one of his gauntlets.

“LAST FUCKING CHANCE, SHITTY BASTARD!” he yells while breathing heavily.

he’s gonna kill him.

izuku quickly shoves that thought out of his head. he knows katsuki isn’t going to actually do it. but izuku does know that he’s been working on his gauntlets to make them stronger and cause more damage. he’s seen katsuki do a test run and he’s not sure if kirishima’s hardening can take it.

he needs to stop this.

“LAST CHANCE? HA! DONT MAKE ME LAUGH! YOU’LL SHOOT ME FOR NO REASON!” kirishima responds, toughening up his hardening.

just as katsuki was about to pull the trigger, izuku jumps into the middle. “NO ONE IS SHOOTING ANYONE!”

both boys, and their classmates, look surprised at izuku’s outburst. they don’t normally hear him yell like this, so it was shocking.

“GET THE HELL OUTTA MY WAY, DEKU!”

“NO! YOU GUYS NEED TO STOP! YOU’RE GOING TO GET IN TROUBLE!” izuku pulled out black whip from each hand. he wrapped one around katsuki and the other around kirishima. he dragged them both closer.

he looks up between the two with a glare and shakes his head. “you two are fucking unbelievable. especially you kacchan! i told you not to start a fight and you did it anyway!”

there was complete silence, even their classmates watching the scene go down. until kirishima speaks up.

“so i’m off the hook, right? you’re not gonna yell at me?”

izuku slowly turned his head towards the red head with an almost murderous gaze.

“i should’ve said this the first time you harassed me. kirishima, i’m sorry but you’re gonna have to get over me. i can’t fucking deal with you. we can stay friends but if you’re not satisfied with that then oh well. you made me feel disgusting and used and i will always regret being scared, not telling someone sooner. pull this shit again, and i won’t stop kacchan.”

kirishima is stunned into silence as he takes in izuku’s words. he’s never seen the boy so mad. he usually had a smile on his face so who knew he could tear you a new one.

“i think we’ve all had our fun for today.”

everyone gasps and turns towards the voice. approaching the group of students was Midnight, Aizawa and Nezu. the one who spoke was Midnight.

“midoriya, please let them go. you three can come with me.” principal nezu says in usual cheerful tone. he stalks off towards the building as izuku reigns in black whip and the three follow the tiny animal man.

midnight and aizawa check on the other students, and ask them questions in the meantime.

principal nezu led the three boys into an office (they didn’t even know it existed) and closed the door. there, the truth finally came out.

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PART 121 (2/2)

Sugar and Spice - bakudeku au

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;AAAAAHHHHHH part 2

;sorry it’s so long, idk when to stop writing🥺

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[planetjisungie]

lucky charms- h.rj

characters; ravenclaw! renjun x hufflepuff! reader ft. gryffindor! mark and gryffindor! jeno (sigh)

summary; with the exams coming up, you need a little help with your charms. well you dont, you just needed an excuse to talk to your long time crush, huang renjun

an; i literally changed this on the spot 🤡 plot holes here i come- (also id like to think jeno is more of a hufflepuff but idk man)

sigh okay this is a long boi

end of year exams were in just a few weeks

yay, your absolute favourite !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

sarcasm

now, charms

in room 99, classroom 2E in the south tower

i did my research

you were pretty good at charms, not nearly as good as you were in the care of magical creatures and herbology though

still above averagely good

you know who else was good at charms?

huang renjun

the star ravenclaw prince boy, the pride of the house and a very beautiful boy

best boi renjun

if jeno was being quite honest he was SICK AND TIRED of hearing you two pine over eachother

jeno met you in first year, and you quickly became best friends and even ended up in the same house as eachother

despite having different friend groups (your friend group consisted of you and eunji), you stayed best friends until now aka 5th year

just go with it okay

so as he was saying before i digressed, jeno physically is pained as he watched the longing glances both you and renjun throw when the other isnt looking

but it isnt his business to meddle with your lack of relationship problems

best boi part 2

BUT! but! he will give you both a tiny! eensy! little! minuscule! nudge

that nudge being forming a plan with you

you were slightly reluctant when jenos very enthusiastic face greeted you at the table saying he had ‘a totally brilliant, spectacular, show stopping, wonderful, flawless plan’

this was jeno we were talking about

the same boy who planned the failed midnight snack run a few weeks before

and as soon as he mentioned renjun your eyes narrowed

"proceed."

the plan was for jeno to ask renjun to tutor his friend who was falling behind in charms

said friend was you

and you were ahead of the class

bUT!! you agreed because he wasnt in your class, so there was no way he could know that right?

wrong.

who was in your class?

mark lee. one of renjuns best friends.

also the boyfriend of eunji and the reason you wanted to gauge your eyeballs out everytime you turned around to talk to them

thats right eunji ditched you to sit next to her little markie. bitch.

nonetheless, you agreed because your dumb, spontaneous ass forgot that renjun even knew mark, because if someone said ‘whos mark?’ you would go ‘eunjis boyfriend’

so of course, when all the students were making their way to their class, jeno caught up with renjun seeing as they both had muggle studdies

"hey man, i have a favour to ask"

stage one of operation: stop the oblivious fuckers from pining over eachother (that name may need some revamping) was a-go

"depends what said favour is"

smart boi™️

"is it possible to tutor one of my friends in charms for the upcoming OWLs?"

oh? this piqued china pretty boys interest

"i mean, sure, i could do with some revision too. tell them to meet me at the library after school"

and so jeno walked away with a smug smirk, victorious

and when jeno told you he had agreed later in potions, you were yet you werent surprised

so of you trotted after last period, kinda nervous because youre about to be in the literal breathing proximity of renjun

like obviously youve talked to him before but this time it was just you and him

alone

no get those thoughts out of your head

n e ways u perv

renjun sat at the back table, textbooks and notebooks with his neat writing in both chinese and korean all over the pages

smart boi part 2

so seeing him not looking at you

attention whore

wow why am i so mean today

you sat down and cleared your throat, placing your blank notebooks on the table so the boy wouldnt get suspicious

you had to pray to whatever gods were listening for your cheeks not to flare up the colour of the strawberries you had for breakfast

healthy girl™️

and the gods apparently answered your prayers

because as soon as renjun looked up and into your eyes you swore you were too distracted for your blood cells to even think about moving towards your face

and renjun nearly had a heart attack (by aoa)

poor boy

jeno had NOT told him that he would be tutoring you

he was going to be choked later

"sorry im late"

renjun was nearly offended that you would even apologise to him for being late by

2 minutes and 48 seconds

"no no its okay i havent been here long"

that was a lie he had study period last and has been sat in the same goddamn chair for an hour already but your presence made his ass cheeks ache less

so he started teaching you, but ???

you seemed to fully grasp the concepts

confused boi

excuse me ma’am/sir/señor/señorita whatever you prefer to go by-

you need to brush up on your acting skills dude

appalling smh your drama teacher back from your muggle school would be completely distraught

so for the next hour renjun ‘tutored’ you

things you already knew but this was a dream-

and actually he was a funny guy

he was also muggle born, so you could both relate over things you experienced as a kid

this lead to a raging debate over dora the explorer

that bitch was shaded in said debate, fully annihilated

hola soy dora your asshole

but,, it was fun. because jeno was pureblood and grew up knowing about all his magicky stuff so he was kinda boring sometimes

no tea no shade

but you ended the session with smiles on both your faces, cheeks literally aching with how hard youd been laughing and smiling

so lads

the next day at breakfast renjun was all happy, plonking himself next to mark at the gryffindor table because

man does not give a SHIT about the looks he was getting. he is huang renjun.

"why are you so smiley this morning? and why didn’t you come to my common room last night"

the gryffindor common room was the dreamie hang out

no one dared tell THE mark lee to go somewhere else with his friends

"sorry, last night i was tutoring y/n in charms" smiley boy still

mark seagull eyebrows: activated

excuse him?? charms?? you?? the one who got an outstanding in your report card??

something smells fishy here

"renjun... y/n got an outstanding on her charms"

eunji who had magically appeared next to mark basically said what he was just thinking

confused boi part ??

"wait what?"

but later on he didnt question you about it

he silently observed you

he told himself that anyway

quite honestly if you were spending time with him he was not about to complain

he was staring at you, simply put

my leng bby (thats you, youre my leng bby)

so for the next 2 weeks every day after school you would meet up to ‘catch up’ on your charms

that being said it literally always, every time, ended up with you two talking about something unrelated

like the 5th day you had a conversation about which series of power rangers was better

"SPD, obviously"

AM I THAT OLD?? on god i hate it here

"no, y/n, we all know that dino force is better"

i agree with y/n on this one pal

on the 7th day you talked about muggle sports that you both enjoyed

"i played a lot of cricket"

"cricket? okay tory"

"i am NOT a tory"

on the last day when you should have been, you know, LEARNING

you were having a lovely old chinwag about the x factor

"simon cowell is a king"

"i agree"

legend behaviour if you ask me

wait does chinwag exist in other countries??? translation: chat

so of course the exams came up

but you were dreading them for a different reason

this meant the end of tutoring with renjun

this was super bittersweet, you wanted to spend more time with eachother

you literally could it wasn’t that deep both of you are so dumb smh aint nothing stopping you

jeno agrees with me too, mans pulling out his hair still as you had somehow not gotten together yet

it was like watching snails race, incredibly frustrating but you know that there is the finish line somwhere over the horizon

so you took your exams and both of you passed with flying colours, obviously

smart kids

and you ran right to renjun to celebrate

seeing as he had

not really helped you but you thought that he thought he helped you

oh no honey he knew that you didnt need help

but he didnt know whether to confront you about it?

rip your guilty conscience

so after a long discussion with mark, our china boy decided to ask why the heck you wanted his help when you were absolutely fully capable

unlike mark

and when you saw him approach you first in the halls your heart went

NYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

that was the sound of a fast motorbike

"hi y/n"

‘damn renjun, couldnt have thought of anything better than that?’

"uhh hi renjun"

awkward silence by stray kids

"i just wanted to know why you asked for my help"

okay where is the nearest shovel and what is the most efficient way to dig a large hole-

as if renjun sensed your panic radiating off you in waves

which he did

"not that it was an issue! i enjoyed spending time with you, it was just, you didnt really need help"

he was a pure boy

so you puffed your cheeks and decided to just come clean

somewhere, jeno felt his senses tingling

"genuinely i just wanted to spend some time with you because i really like you"

renjun froze and wanted to smack his head into a wall

bruh

you noticed his expression and panicked yet again

stop panicking man its okay i gotchu

"it was jenos idea"

blame jeno is always a fool-proof plan b

unless you get pregnant, that would not be a good idea

so i guess its not fool proof

BUT I DIGRESS

renjun face palms and groans

"youre kidding me! all this time we wasted doing boringass charms work when we couldve gone on dates"

confusion™️

but?? you felt hopeful??

"i dont think im on the same wavelength"

"i like you too dumbass"

oH so YOURE the dumbass??

yes, yes you are renjun is best boi, accept the L which is really a W bc renjun likes you back

jeno who had found his way to you, listening from around the corner sighed in happiness

"fucking finally!!"

[peachycoreroo]

Lera my fucking god it's so hot that you're so smart please I'm on my knees tell me more about the languages you speak please 😭 I'll relearn hindi for you cause its prettier than malyalam and I'll hit you w the lines in hindi too

What's Italy like? I've never been to Europe at all! I've only read somethings about it and heard things from my friends. What's you're favorite thing to eat when you're there? It's probably really humid right?

Also!!! I hope you're sleeping well <3 i think its 5am there rn so I'm praying that you slept at a decent time. I love you so much and you mean the absolute world to me. I hope you have a great day

-your perfect match

my god i wrote a lot so i'll put this under a read more<3

'm not that smart sweetheart😭 i've never studied bc idk, i've always got told i'm smart so i started to just depend on my brain without it💀 was average, good in languages, chem and computer science tho. was an almost straight a student in economics my last year, just really liked the topics we were studying. completely tanked at maths in high school bc of my teacher tho💀 and also physics sksksks. pretty proud i was able to finish school with average grades without studying. didn't help me in college tho, bc now i get anxiety and can't concentrate when i have to study💀 fucked myself up there

i rly only remember the absolute basics, and i can read korean i just,,,,,don't understand wtf i'm reading😭 i had chinese in college before i dropped out, if i'd sit down and look at it again, i'd remember a lot but rn i also only remember the basics, same with spanish bc the last time i looked at it, was 3 years ago💀

PLEASE I'D LOVE TO HEAR SOME HINDI!! so cute if you'd learn it for me🥺 then you can teach me a bit hehe<3

hmmm italy,,it's beautiful. i was in venice about,,5 times(just for a day, not the whole vacation😭)? never got bored of it, it's literally like out of a movie. extremely narrow alleys, cute lil restaurants in them, the huge gondolas and the water everywhere. i love venice if you couldn't tell KDBDKDKDKD the place we usually stay at is just like a town specifically for hotels and vacation apartments? we always stay at our own apartment for 2 weeks, it's just cheaper for 5 people sksksk. it gets annoying to clean and cook yourself, but i don't have a say bc i'm not the one paying so yk💀 AND!! i def love the pizza there!! standard answer ig but really, they are fucking hugeeeeee and soooo good!! ofc we have italian restaurants where real italians work but it still isn't the same!! the ice cream's also ginormous and soossoso good!! maybe you'll come to europe someday sweetheart<3 i've also always wanted to go to 'murica, but that'lls be a while before that wish's gonna come true sksksks. the weather really just depends on what time of the year you're going? if i'm honest, the most humid place i've ever been to was london. my god i was waking up sweating bucketsssss, in italy it's more just hot than humid

hehe yea it was 5am, dw i went to sleep at midnight<3 hope you're sleeping well baby, i'm sorry i spammed you KDBDLDKDLDNDLD ILYSM THANK YOU FOR STILL STICKING AROUND AND TALKING TO ME🥺💓