Here's A Little Watercolor Fanart Of The Beautiful And Very Intelligent Mao Mao. She Has Become One Of

Here's a little watercolor fanart of the beautiful and very intelligent Mao Mao. she has become one of my favorite protagonists, how I wish I could recognize poisons too

I Think I'm Falling

Yes, I’m on break but I’m too fucking excited right now. I’ve been kicking around a fic idea since April when a friend mentioned it. I’m finally getting around to it and I’m FUCKING excited!!!

It’s a high school AU featuring songs by The 1975, Bastille, Imagine Dragons, and Marinas Trench.

It’s very song and lyric heavy, but it’ll make sense during the fic. This one is going to be REALLY long.

I wanted to give you guys a sneak peak. Anything in asterisks will be italicizes.

Welcome to AP Biology two. I hope you’re as excited as I am about this course and are willing to work hard. It’s an enlightening class and will open a lot of doors if you put effort into it,” the teacher said, smiling at the class, “I also like my students to work with people they aren’t familiar with, so grab your belongings and stand in the back of the room. I’ve already paired everyone up. When you hear your name, please go to the table with the corresponding number.”

Yuuri picked up his backpack off the floor and hugged it to his chest. He was the youngest in the class since he was in the accelerated program and didn’t know anyone. While he was one of the smartest in school, it often put him at a disadvantage as the others were usually older than him. He recognized a fewer upper classmen but they ignored him. He was used to it though, only speaking with his classmates when he was grouped with them for projects or tutoring sessions.

But when the door opened and *he* walked in, Yuuri wanted the floor to open and swallow him whole.

Yuuri had been infatuated with the grey-haired senior the minute he’d laid eyes on him the year before. He had gaped at him, wondering how such perfection could exist in one person. They’d passed in the hallway occasionally and exchanged civil greetings that would leave Yuuri’s heart racing out of control. But a class with him was beyond a dream come true.

“Smith and Moore, table one.”

Yuuri focused on the floor tile in front of him but caught himself peeking to his right, stealing glances at the boys talking near him. He was so happy he was on the verge of giddiness. Trying to fight the smile threatening to break out, Yuuri paid attention to the teacher and waited for his name to be called. The next time he looked up he thought he was going to melt when he saw the heart-shaped smile. He was beyond gorgeous, bordering on the line of godly.

“Duncan and Roberts,” the teacher said, looking up when he saw three students step forward, “Erica. Table two.”

The crowd in the back thinned as names were called out and the tables filled. Yuuri’s heart was beating in his chest when there were only three tables left and the object of his affection was still standing. His friends had already been called so he was standing next to Yuuri. Yuuri looked up and saw beautiful arctic blue eyes shift to him before the smile appeared again. He was mortified he had been caught and stared at the ground again. He almost had his nerves calmed when he heard his name, but the one called after his paralyzed him.

“Katsuki and Nikiforov, table twelve.”

*No way…*

Yuuri jerked his head up and stared at him. He knew by the grin from the older boy he must have appeared shocked at the turn of events. When a hand was held out in front of him, Yuuri nodded once and clutched his backpack tighter before walking to the table. He sat on the stool and dropped his pack to the floor, gripping the concrete surface to steady himself. He felt a presence in the stool next to him and gulped before he looked at his new lab partner.

“Hi,” he said, giving Yuuri his infamous heart-shaped smile and holding out his hand, “I’m Viktor.”

“I know,” Yuuri said, gripping his hand gingerly and shaking once, “Yuuri.”

“Nice to meet you,” Viktor said, “I’ve seen you around but we’ve never been properly introduced. I’m looking forward to this class. How about you?”

“No, maybe…” Yuuri muttered before meeting Viktor’s gaze, “Yes.”

“Worried about it being too difficult? I’ve heard you’re really smart,” Viktor said, “Jeff and Kyle said they hoped they got you as a lab partner, but looks like I lucked out.”

“Oh,” Yuuri said, his heart dropping to the floor, “Yeah, lucky you.”

Yuuri was used to this feeling though he didn’t want to experience it with Viktor. He had English class with Jeff and Kyle the year before, being teamed up with a couple projects. While they didn’t make him feel taken advantage like most left him, Yuuri still felt like he carried most of the workload. He had hoped it would have been different with Viktor but fate was conspiring against him.

“Why does that sound bad?” Viktor asked, his brows knitting in confusion.

“Just used to the ‘Yay, I’m teamed up with the smart kid’ thing,” Yuuri mumbled.

Yuuri turned his attention to the front of the room and took the stack of papers from the person beside him. He took a packet and passed the rest to Viktor before looking at it. The syllabus was the largest one he’d seen and left him wondering if he had exceeded his academic limits, but the guidance counselor said the class would be perfect for him. He listened to the teacher drone about coursework, their textbook, labs and expectations for the year. He was so absorbed in the lecture he jumped slightly when he felt a tap on his arm. Looking over, he saw Viktor slide a scrap of paper to him. Tilting his head, his spirits soared when he read the message.

*I didn’t luck out because you’re the smartest kid in the class. I did because you’re the nicest. I’d really like for us to become friends. Would you like to get a milkshake after school and talk about class? My treat? Has to be chocolate though.*

Yuuri smiled and scribbled a short note before passing the paper back to Viktor. He listened to the teacher go over the supplies and the fees for the class. When another tap touched his arm, he reached down for the paper and read it.

*Chocolate is my favorite too. Let me know if your mom says it’s ok. Meet you at the fountain outside five minutes after school ends. I hope you can go.*

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xlandh

7 years ago

This my friends This was how i died today