#formalin couple

[xabarik]

Sorry but... but why andrey and block???? i reeeaaally like ur work but and they somehow work together but why them??? /nbr

ohhh this question.... I don't want to be that person who writes an essay in response to a question but who cares what I want right? going to brutaly use your question to talk about them (sorry for the repeats and mistakes, eng is still not my first language)

In short: because I want to. In long: actually blockdrey is a thing that was born year++ ago from a silly idea (they do have a couple of interactions, so it was fun) I told my girlfriend and she really wanted to support me at the time because of my job-killed state. a lot has happened since then but we still love them very much.

It's an explosive combination that's either fire or, suddenly, harmonious resonance. Interesting perspective. First of all, they are two independent and NOT codependent adults. andrey and block are as equal as possible, even if they disagree on some points. block is stronger and tougher physically, andrey is more agile and strong-willed.

andrey demands a "deterrent" for himself. he brings harm to everyone with his own personality, and the people around are not the kind of people who can stand it. andrey is too strong, freedom-loving, too impetuous, and destructive. block is a deterrent by profession. a major-general undertakes to be the commander-in-chief of his unit's actions. and he is so in character: restrained, logical, rough…. and he's clearly going through things that the average man can't. he's got a strong inner core.

They'd be looking for equal partners. there was no situation that andrey was interested in people weaker in any way (primarily in spirit) and, as it seems, all those who interested him have great willpower. yes, eva yan too. and block has proven himself over a hard and rough life. a man capable of answering both a blow and a word. what he needs from another person is freedom

block comforts himself with hopes for a miracle. i love the way he warmly treats the polyhedron without disliking either side. he is caught between the hammer and the anvil of events. If you remember the conversation between stamatins and dankovsky, then you know they are not so different in their positions. polyhedron needs the city, without it it's confined in formalin. block with all honesty can close the gap in andrey's "inferiority complex" so to speak, which by the end of the story goes completely over the edge. he doesn't feel real without maria and peter, doesn't feel whole. "he's done everything that was asked of him". block is a pragmatist. he knows who invented the polyhedron and whose hands made the miracle stand. and this understanding is important to andrey as a person. and he really needs that faith (especially in this situation with Powers). The matter of miracles is their personal way of finding common ground, even in the fire.

block can be admired for andrey's courage and determination in achieving goals. he himself gives in return stability and reliability, the necessary restraint, deterrent, a stick in the wheel. and yet he does not suffer from it. this helps andrey to focus his energy on achieving constructive goals. in independent self-realization. overcoming the stagnant crisis!

for both of them life is a never-ending struggle for a place under the sun. block is used to making rules, andrey is used to breaking them. block wants to control his environment, andrey hates control. a fight in this situation is more like what they both need in the context of repressed anger in one and open aggression in the other, which no one can resist. andrey finds an equal opponent, block finds an opportunity not to be judged for this breakdown, as andrey will only support this. a fight that is a need for both is not always about destruction.

I like this combination because they are equal and… They can talk about what they both want... they can discuss their positions! opinions!!! each other!!!! im chose to be happy with fireworks and presentation. and being chill. their maneuvering on the edge, where there's fire on both sides, I like it. it's interesting and gives me more space. I need a normal (as possible) "plate breaking", where everyone will understand the position in the end and won't go crazy. where the quick burnout of one and the neurosis burning life of the other will give them an opportunity to look at it differently. i mean... relationships are always about passing on and gaining new experiences, it's mutual help, trust. you are two self-sufficient people, able to speak with words through your mouth and without using each other (even if they CAN but they don't and thats the thing). and not denying a different outcome in their case at all lolol but im interested in other things i just like to analize life and everything and show it through stuff. that's why it's them. that's just how the stars aligned yk

[motionless-menagerie]

im feeling real damn frustrated right now

my original goal with my taxidermy stuff was to one day get good enough to do pet taxidermy. and while ive come to the decision to not do that since working with clients for that evidently sucks, i still want to be skilled enough with domesticated animals to preserve my own pets with dignity, particularly my cats. in addition to that, i have a couple fantasy pieces planned that require cat skins for them. HOWEVER it seems to be near impossible for me to acquire cats! obviously im not gonna go out and steal people's pets or whatever, and while i have found a dead cat once with no collar or ID, it was also far too decomposed to preserve the skin. poor thing didn't even still have skin. ive tried looking for places to buy intact dead cats, like shelters and vets but have been turned down by all, and even just reached out the other day to one of those scientific vendors that sell preserved animals for students to dissect, asking if i could get a cat from them before they fix it with formalin (since they sell a lot of formalin fixed cats) and if not i wanted to know where they got their cats to fix them. their only answer was "Our cats are ethically sourced!" which is just. incredibly unhelpful

so ig im asking if any of yall in the vulture culture group know where i could get my hands on some non-fixed dead cats to practice on, that are legally acquired and weren't some random poor person's pet that got stolen from them

[engelakiko]

Happy married life

This fanfic is based on some of the creator's answers! I do not speak English, the text was translated using a translator, so errors are possible (although I will try to minimize them) (Kei belongs to @minevn)

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It had been at least a month since Akiko had returned home…and almost as long since she had seen her eye, arm, and leg. She couldn't walk, see, do most things, or play, and was completely under Kei control and care. Without him, she could barely comb her hair, let alone eat or take a bath. But what was interesting was, where had the limbs gone? This question had been on Akiko's curious mind (or what was left of it), and one day, she decided to ask…

-K-Kei?

-Yes, my love? At the same moment, he tore himself away from cooking and looked at his wife's innocent, frightened, but curious face with a slight blush and a smile. -W-Where did you put my limbs? D-did you throw them away or p-p-preserve them in formalin or something like that? Akiko squeezed out these lines, like all the words, with great difficulty, as if lead was stuck in her throat and did not allow her to speak without stuttering or heaviness. -I ate them. Kei said with a barely noticeable grin. -W-WHAT DID YOU DO?!

Forgetting for a moment that she had no leg, the girl, with a sharp jerk from the chair, lost her balance and almost fell to the floor, but barely holding on with her hand, she looked at her husband with a gamut of shock, fear, disgust. -You became a part of me, darling, isn't that great? I don't have typical human functions, so they won't be digested or anything like that. At these words, Akiko could no longer stand it and fell off the chair with a crash, right at Kei feet. The thought that her eye, leg, and arm were stored in his stomach caused nausea and an overwhelming fear in her, because if that was so, then one day he could completely absorb her, r-right? -Y-you're kidding, right? YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS, SAY YOU'RE JOKING! The girl screamed, sitting at Kei feet and holding his leg. -Am I kidding(?) The young man said, looking down at his wife with a slight smile, as if nothing disgusting had happened.

At that very moment, rivers of tears gushed out of the girl, tears full of bitterness for her former free days, grief for her limbs and regrets for her stupidity. If she had listened to Kei and behaved well, none of this would have happened, she could walk, play and do a lot of things without Kei help. They could have lived as a wonderful couple, but no, she had to prove herself and intentionally anger him, intentionally confront him, although it was clear that it was useless, all this was happening because of her stupidity. While Akiko was drowning in her repentant thoughts, Kei carefully lifted the girl's body and sat her down on a chair, gently stroking her head. If you behave well, you might get prosthetics. She did not hear the last phrase, because she was deeply immersed in self-reproach and tears.

Silly mini add-on ^-^

[alabyte]

Thanks for the tag @gun-roswell !

15 QUESTIONS:

> Were you named after someone?

It's a pretty stupid story, actually. I was an unplanned child, so my parents didn't quite know what to name me, and that's why my older sister, who was nine at the time, named me herself. She just chose the name of her best friend. Our parents just shrugged and accepted it.

> When was the last time you cried?

Literally, like, yesterday. Rewatching TBB S2, yup. I hate Star Wars.

> Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Perhaps more than I should. Partly because my suppressed aggression is enough to power two Starkillers.

> What's your eye color?

Honestly, kriff knows. Somewhere between blue and green? Yup, I guess.

> Scary movie or happy ending?

I wanted to say "both" but NAHHH give me my happy ending already and nobody gets hurt.

> Any special talents?

Given enough time and rage, I can deliver a deadly boring lecture on just about any topic. Professional killjoy.

And I also know how to make anatomical preparations. Skeletons, formalinized organs, muscle preparations, vein fills... Yeah, no problem, give me a scalpel and let me have fun for a couple of days.

> Where were you born?

Samara, Russia.

> What are your hobbies?

Now I mainly do TBB text RPs and draw a little, but there was a period when I wrote fanfiction and stuff, although I haven't done that for a long time. And in the past I played drums and acoustic guitar.

> Do you have any pets?

Yup! I have a dog, a twelve year old husky named Austin. The old guy is quite active and not quite educated, but I adore him with all my heart. This dog has been my friend since childhood and remains so to this day. I'll add a pic, you should see him!

> What sports do/have you played?

Uh... In fact, I have never been a particularly sport person, to be honest. But as a child, I played basketball for a while, although I quit pretty quickly.

> How tall are you?

182. Maybe even a little bit taller.

> Favourite subject at school?

Biology! Oh guys, I was literally the top biology nerd in my class at school. Literally my favorite subject that I ran first in line for. I also liked English class quite a lot, mainly because we had a great teacher, to whom I owe a lot of my knowledge of the language. She was almost a friend to all of us. Literature were also quite interesting for me, and the teacher there was literally the best, but she had a lot of serious requirements, so along with interest, there was also fear. I'm not complaining, I also owe a lot to her classes.

> Dream job?

Surrendering to dreams completely - probably a screenwriter. I like to invent whole stories to the smallest detail and show not only the external conflict, but also the inner world of the characters through tons of tiny details for the most attentive and sensitive. Speaking of something more real... You know, just put me in a flower shop and play some jazz in the background. I'll be happy.

Tagging, but no pressure!

@heksahela @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius and anyone who wants to join!

[researchrealmblog]

Chitosan Market Is Experiencing Significant Growth

The chitosan market is witnessing significant growth, and it will continue this trend in the coming years.

This is ascribed to the increasing acceptance of chitosan in food and beverage, wastewater purification, pharmaceutical, cosmetic, and agrochemical, bioplastic applications.

The pandemic of COVID-19 had a positive impact on this industry because numerous researchers have acknowledged chitosan as a possible agent for the drug delivery systems of COVID-19. This can be because of its construction that comprises free hydroxy & amine groups, which can simply link with other molecules via a hydrogen bond.

In the stringent lockdowns and various other rules, governments have allowed the healthcare sector to function, to deliver COVID-19 treatment, which has assisted the industry expansion.

Food preservatives are employed to enhance the lifespan of perishable food products. The conventional approaches to food preservation comprise the use of formalin, which has been substituted by chitosan significantly because of the poisonous effects of formalin on people.

The shrimp category, based on source, was the largest contributor to the chitosan market in recent years. Moreover, this category will further advance at a significant compound annual growth rate in the years to come.

This is mainly because of the high chitin content in shrimp shells, coupled with the increasing need for shrimp chitosan to treat wastewater and as a component in food preservatives.

In the past few years, the water treatment category, on the basis of application, led the industry. Moreover, this category is also likely to advance significantly in the years to come.

This is primarily because of the coagulation capability of chitosan on both the inorganic and organic substances present in water. In addition, it also assists in eliminating dyes as well as in flocculation, in water treatment.

The industrial category, based on grade, led the industry in the past few years. This is mainly because of the increasing rate of industrialization across the globe, which is boosting the utilization of industrial-grade chitosan in medical & pharmaceuticals, water treatment, and cosmetics applications.

APAC was the largest contributor to the industry in the past few years. Furthermore, the region is likely to advance at the fastest compound annual growth rate in the years to come. This is primarily because of the chelating assets of chitosan, which makes it suitable for the treatment of heavy-metal-laden industrial wastes.

Additionally, the high funding being made by the government as well as private administrations for water treatment in Malaysia, India, and China will further boost the expansion of this industry.

With its increasing utilization in the biomedical sector and wastewater treatment, the chitosan industry will continuously advance in the coming years.

[crimechannels]

By • Olalekan Fagbade Twelve persons dead after drinking toxic home-made liquor At least 12 people died and three others were critically ill after drinking home-made liquor in Indonesia’s West Java province over the weekend, police said Tuesday. The police on Monday arrested a married couple who allegedly produced and sold the liquor, known locally as oplosan, to residents in Subang district. This is made known by Ariek Indra Sentanu, the local police chief. He said the couple mixed the alcohol with lanarkite, a lead sulfate mineral, and copper phosphide which was used as rodent poison. It created a dark grey liquid that they sold for about a dollar per litre, Sentanu said. “They admitted that they had overdone the dosage of the mixture,’’ he said. The police said the couple tried to flee after learning that some of their customers had died or fallen sick after drinking the liquor on Sunday night. Oplosan is a cheap and popular alcoholic drink in Indonesia, where many people cannot afford licensed liquor. However, oplosan can be dangerous or even fatal if it contains toxic substances such as methanol, formalin, or pesticides. Hundreds die each year in Indonesia from alcohol poisoning as a result of consuming contaminated liquor, according to the World Health Organisation. In April 2018, about 100 died and many more were hospitalised in Jakarta and neighbouring towns after drinking a bootleg liquor product. (dpa/NAN)

[muggleriddle]

Some stuff that happened today reminded me of residency and I was reminded yet again of the time we arrived at the path department and there was a LOT of formalin spilled on the corridor. So much formalin that we, residents and pathologists, were feeling the burning of it on eyes/throat/nose. We had to evacuate and close the department for a couple of days and it turned out there had been a small fire (?) in the museum (where there are tons of formalin filled jars). The fire was from a malfunctioning failing fan and it didn’t spread, but the fan fell and knocked down a couple of shelves and the formalin jars with them.

Before my time, there had been a couple of other stories there involving fire: the time the melted paraffin overflowed in the tissue processor and raised a cloud of toxic smoke. And the time someone left the histology blocks to melt in the oven (??) and they burnt. Again: toxic fumes.

That place is chaos. I learned a lot in my time there but oh boy.

[raikasueta]

an odd creature a had a dream of a couple days ago. it breathes formalin and oil and dies when inhaling oxygen.

[djappleblush]

how dare you bring back my memories about the insanity that was born again 😤 well who am I kidding I'm still crying over the wasted potential and chemistry 😭😭😭

Lmfaaaaooooooo......... I'm sorry for rekindling the trauma.

You and me both, darling.

Just thinking about it - and knowing that some people actually root for Jong Bum/Ji Chul's character - makes my blood boil.

This drama really left a bitter taste in my mouth. I'd burn it if I could.

On the other hand, up to this day, I'm still waiting to see Jin Se Yeon and Lee Soo Hyuk on another drama together. They were so amazing as OTP!!!! My babies....... 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[djappleblush]

The latter half - specially the ending - of this drama was sh!t but Cha Hyung Bin and Jung Ha Eun will always be gold.

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Set 497: Born Again

[theoptimisticdaydreamer]

It blows my mind how the writers thought that after everything Jong Bum did, he deserved absolute redemption?!!! They made the plot entirely self gratifying for Jong Bum , as if he is some sort of hero, and that is infuriating.

This man obsessed over Sa Bin. Was not polite enough to respect the rules of student teacher interactions and forced his presence upon her. He stalked (WHICH IS A FELONY) her, going so far to live above her uncles and install a tracking device on her phone. He invaded her privacy and her personal thoughts. He consistently touched her as if he had the right to. He premeditated the murder of the person she said she loved. HE KISSED HER WHILE SHE WAS UNCONSCIOUS WHICH IS SEXUAL ASSAULT. He consistently put her and the people she cared about in serious danger because he wanted to be the one to play the hero. He stood by as his brother was drowning. He stood by and did nothing as a serial killer attacked and almost killed a man. His past life killed people. His past life killed her past life’s fiancé. And that’s just scratching the surface.

He is unsettling, he is creepy, he is arrogant and narcissistic and 300% a psychopath. His presence makes me physically uncomfortable and nauseous.

His relationship with Sa Bin is probably one of the most TOXIC I have seen in my life.

HE DOES NOT DESERVE AN OUNCE OF PITY.

HE DOES NOT DESERVE REDEMPTION.

HE DOES NOT DESERVE TO BE MADE INTO SOME HERO AND TO GET THE GIRL.

HE DESERVES KARMA. HE DESERVES TO FACE THE CONSEQUENCES OF HIS ACTIONS.

Writers you have destroyed this story and I don’t give a fuck about Jong Bum and Ji Chul so the fact that you have turned the story so it favors him has earned you the hatred of probably the entire internet.

Congratulations on pushing forward the most nonsensical and damaging messages through your show. Congratulations on romanticizing stalking and obsession even though these are both serious topics that affect millions over the world and are in fact CRIMES that people go to JAIL for and doing it the way you have is incredibly insensitive to those who have suffered. Congratulations on promoting sexual assault as romantic. Congratulations on suggesting that the crimes and actions that narcissistic psychopaths committed can be forgiven, tolerated, and justified simply because their upbringing was terrible and because they are so “pitable” everything is okay. Congratulations on pushing forward the idea that women should heal the broken man. Congratulations on ignoring the serious need for professional help in aiding those with mental illnesses. Congratulations on suggesting that women should consider themselves Mother Teresa and task themselves with saving a person that they have no qualifications in saving. Congratulations on promoting the one of the most toxic relationship I have seen in my life and advertising it as the definition of love. Congratulations on making your female character a wishy washy idiot who ignores red flags when dealing with toxic people, romanticizes toxic people, has double standards to her forgiveness, doesn’t stand sincere and loyal with her feelings. treats the people around her terribly and is a ginormous hypocrite. Congratulations on attempting to vilify the relatively sane other male lead simply because the actor playing the psychopath stalker murderer is so popular that he is the hero even when that should not be the case whatsoever. Congratulations on wasting talent and natural chemistry in favor of this garbage fire of a script.

What do I need to do writer to make sure you never write again? Because everything you touch turns to poison.

[fourteen--steps]

So my little sunshine boy had surgery on Thursday!

I posted some pictures back in October of the tumor that had grown on his side over the course of about two years wondering what to do about it. He answered that question for me last week when he somehow gashed it open on something and ripped it partly off. Meaning it was time to find a vet asap and get it removed! I have some before and after pictures for anyone who's interested (and for myself to track his progress) that I'm posting under a cut since some of them are a bit icky

Tl;dr, surgery was quick and easy, and two days post op he's doing really well :) I'm really relieved.

So this is what he did that set off the vet hunt 🤦‍♀️ I still have no idea how he managed it, basically everything in the tank is either live plant or silk and soft plastic (save like 2 rocks and the filter plumbing I guess?) But yeah, it went in and up underneath the mass. It was healing pretty well within a few days but I was super worried about him tearing it off further.

I wish I had taken more pics at the vet to show the process. I know not many people take fish to vets and before my first time a few years ago I wish I'd known better what to expect!

I brought him in a 5 gallon bucket of tank water. Some places will also have you bring extra water for sedation or testing purposes. The vet tech took down a bunch of info about my husbandry (tank size, how many fish, maintenance schedule, Remy's age and medical history, the medical history of other fish in the tank, etc).

He was sedated using MS-222, which is an anesthetic approved for use in fish, and the vet did a quick exam of the mass and his overall body condition, as well as getting a proper measure of his weight (130g!!!). He was under for only a couple of minutes before they put him back in his home bucket to wake up and recover. In the meantime the vet gave me his thoughts on the mass (most likely a benign fibroma of genetic origin, like most goldfish tumors are) and gave me opportunities to ask questions. Always ask your vet questions! It's important to be comfortable and understand what's going on.

Only after Remy had fully recovered from the first sedation was he taken to the back to be sedated again for the surgery itself. It took all of 15 minutes before they brought him back out, already mostly awake. Here he is in the recovery tub :)

That's silvadene cream on the surgical site, which I thought was kinda funny since that's the same stuff I used on Nuka (who is a snake) after his surgery. They offered to send me home with some but we decided against it since the stress of chasing him around to take him out and put it on twice a day probably wasn't worth the small benefit.

He also got a pain reliever injection and a fortaz injection to hopefully head off any potential infection.

My favorite pic, tiny 😧 mouth

Here's the mass itself! Seeing it on its own I realized how big the thing was. I kinda wanted to take it with me but the doc said no since it was in formalin 😪 Something something, what if my drunk friends drink it by accident, something something. Like cmooooon I have a six foot fish tank and walk with a cane, you think I have friends?

The silvadene had washed off by itself by the time we made the drive home so I grabbed the poor long suffering fishy for one more pic of the wound itself just so I can track the healing from day to day. It's a bit crispy looking here cause the vet had to go down into the muscle and cauterize it in a few places, but it already looks better than this.

Anyway, he definitely felt pretty bad for the rest of that day. Which I think he was entitled to! But as of now he is back to his usual self. I've added some salt to the water and will be watching him carefully, but I'm hopeful the worst is past.

[oneoftheprettynerds]

Devout Worshipper: Dark! Peter Parker x Professor!Reader

A/N: So this girl here tried something else. I’ve been wanting to upload since long but this got delayed a lot and now I have several WIPs but finished this first. Sorry not proofread. I’m still discovering my writing style and my forte and thank you for staying and witnessing my experiments! Wear safety goggles please.

Summary: The best of all the educators yet, both smart and stunning, became Peter’s mentor in university. Peter grew too much of a liking for her, from a clingy scholar to her devout worshipper.

WARNING: STORY AHEAD HAS NON-CON, KIDNAPPING, POSSIBLE DRUGGING, UNHEALTHY BEHAVIOUR, OBSESSION. DNI IF TRIGGERED.

You sat on the teacher’s desk, going through the latest thesis published by Dr. Banner last week. He had given you one of the several copies and asked you to go through it and your judgement on it. The classroom was slowly filling in as the scholars stacked in, their buzzes growing loud with each passing trice.

You were on the last paragraph of your current page when a slight thump made you break out of your stupor, you tilted your head up to find a brawny youngster leaning in front of you, with his hand planted beside your ass on the ebony desk. He had blonde locks with grey eyes and was definitely a sports’ team captain, basketball you believed, who had his own posse of wannabes behind him.

You kept the paper down in your lap and met his eyes again with an inquiring look. “Yes?”

“You seem new. Me and my guys will save you a seat at the back, so come there when your little reading session is over, babe.” He said smugly, his eyes brimming with mischievousness as they dipped to your cleavage not-so-subtly and stood there gawking while he awaited your response.

You paused to see the whole class had gone quiet watching your encounter with the jock. You gave him a sickly-sweet smile as you nodded shyly for show and he tapped your knee with his other hand before leaving. As soon as his back faced you, you rolled your eyes so hard at his antics you heard the first-benchers gasp. You could still hear him talking to his ‘friends’, “I love myself a badass girl like her.”

You returned to your thesis but before you could finish the last few sentences, the bell rung and you had to stop. Thanks blondie.

You got down from the desk, jumping on your black heels as you made your way over to the door, closing it as lock clicked into place.

The entire class was watching you with quizzical glances as you stood in front of your desk this time and wrung your hands together, “Good morning class and congratulation on making it to your second year in college, I will be your mentor and also your lecturer for biology for this semester and for those who pass, also their next one.” The entire class’ jaw slackened and you giggled lightly as waited for them to digest the news, and then told them your name.

“I know a lot of you see science itself as a chore but since you’ve already taken it, I suggest you try to pay attention as you will have to study it anyways. However, because I can relate to your struggles, I will try my best to be a companion or advisor, whichever way you prefer it, and help you get through the class with flying colours hopefully. So, ask me anything, no matter how stupid or absurd you believe your doubt or query is. I’ll answer as many times as you ask and trust me when I say that I am a woman of my word. You have any questions for the semester?” You finished with a bright smile on your face as you saw the students in the front relax slightly. At least you had their approval.

“Ma’am” The blonde kid started without raising his hand, stressing the word unnecessarily as he and his horde sniggered at some stupid inside joke, and continued, “Can I have your number?”

Some of the students gulped while the others leaned forward interested in your response. That kid thought he could fluster you by putting you in a weird spot. He smirked arrogantly, leaning back in his chair as you raised your eyebrows.

“That, Mr.?” You paused as you lingered for his answer, which came almost immediately.

“Flash Thompson, but you can call me whatever you want baby.”

His friends hooted at his pickup line, some praising his smoothness while some high-fived him.

“That, Mr. Thompson, is an excellent example of the stupid questions I mentioned formerly. Thank you for helping me make it clearer to the rest of the class, an extra point for you in the first grading assignment.”

His face fell as his jaw ticked and you turned to face the rest of the class again, “Though I suppose I will give you my number but for emergency purposes only, you can contact me on my e-mail though which I will be using most frequently. You are supposed to mail me majority of your papers this semester and the grading pattern is expected to change this time around but I will inform you of that when the time for the first assignment comes around. Any other questions, and if possible, a bit wiser ones?”

Peter knew he liked you that day. You were attractive and stunning, yes, that too in the natural way, without make-up and tight clothes. But of course, there was more to you than that, you were smart and witty, hence a young lecturer in this esteemed college and you being a science enthusiast as well was like chocolate chips on top of a well baked dessert. You were spirited and jaunty and your sardonic and sassy replies were never degrading or humiliating. The five-year difference between you and the class made you their elder sibling rather than professor.

The first benchers worshipped your intellect while the last benchers adored your sarcasm. Everyone could see how you gave your all to teach, every trick for learning, showing real skeletons and organs in formalin, easily becoming the favourite mentor ever. You could easily be labelled as the university’s crush of the year.

But Peter soon began to despise that. The perverted comments by the students and jealous, snarky remarks by the plastics irked him. He was enraged by the geeks admiring you but baffled all the more by the strange palette of emotions he had never suffered before.

The sheer envy he was sinking in had never even surfaced while he dated Liz or MJ. For him you were a Goddess, tons divine than his exes or any other female for that matter, who should be properly worshipped and treasured.

He knew these sentiments weren’t right, but in this twisted world where he had combatted with unnatural beings and seen unimaginable horrors, he began to believe morality is just fiction used by the herd of inferior men to hold back the few superior men.

It was the last day before spring break and no matter how much your pupils loved you, it wasn’t enough for them to not get distracted and murmur around. Only half of your entire class’s strength came and that half somehow managed to create more ruckus than usual. Even you were minutes late, not in the mood to teach this aloof and uninterested batch of youngsters.

You sat on the table and crossed your legs, which was somewhat your habit that you weren’t really proud of but continued to indulge in nonetheless, and cleared your throat times to catch the attention of the unmindfully fantasizing students.

The baritone of the males and shrieky pitches of the females made you clutch your head. You were sure going to end with disprin at the end of day. You clapped loudly and effectively so, gathered the class’s attention, but by the roll of their eyes and glares on their faces, you deduced they weren’t happy. Who would have thought?

“Okay, before you all slaughter me to the netherworld with your lethal gazes, let me make it clear that no teaching will commence today.” The class hollered appreciatively and whistled, while you paused to let them do so. Teaching on the last day before a vacation was like speaking to yourself only but with the consequence of your name being added to several hitlists.

“I’ll distribute the graded assignments submitted last Thursday and then, since I’m required to clock thirty minutes of educating at the bare minimum, we can play something, maybe you have some talents to show, principles to mock or some gossip to attend to.” The college kids laughed at your poor joke, perhaps too thrilled for their break that nothing could make their mood sour. “We’ll see accordingly, but first, raise your hand when I say your name, I want to learn at least the names of the students who bothered to come to uni on the concluding day.”

You distributed the papers back, making sure to associate each name with a face and the students took them stuffing it straight inside, not bothering to check their scoring and possibly wreck their mood.

“Peter Parker?” A hand raised in the second last row shyly, a flustered boy with glasses on his nose and a hoodie covering his head. He barely made eye contact and you smiled at his nervy, edgy form hoping to ease him a bit. Your heels sounded heavy against the few stairs as you made your way to the back, the class buzzing with laughs as students barely paid you any heed.

The draught of epinephrine Peter felt was unlike anything he had ever felt before, nothing like the anxiety on the battlefield or the excessive sweating while impressing Mr. Stark. The apprehension he felt was decuple that.

It’s not like he had never talked to you afore, he constantly asked clever doubts, which he knew the answer to already, of course, to make an impression on you, but that was with a two feet and 7.5 inches of teacher’s desk in between. Yes, he measured. He had even made sure a couple times, let’s be honest, more than several times that his Goddess had arrived her fascinating abode safely.

But this time, they’d be hardly half a foot apart and the anticipation was tearing him apart. He did want her close, in all ways possible, but was he ready enough to not make a fool of himself? All his previous conversations were thought out meticulously and beforehand but was ready for a spontaneous interaction?

“Good job, Smart Cookie.” You mused at Peter with a wink and dropped the paper on his desk as he looked at you with those innocent, doe-eyes of his, his cheeks and nose a tad bit rouge.

Peter’s hearing ability got lost as the sound of his heart pumping blood filled his tympanum. He could only watch you retreat back to the front of the class, your hips swaying invitingly in that damned black pencil skirt as you called another person’s name.

Smart Cookie was his favourite nickname now.

It was pretty late when you left the university premises, finishing up all you had to and even preparing for your first week of teaching after vacation because you knew how procrastinating errands went.

You couldn’t almost believe how you were on the adult end of things, making sure and guiding other people. With the job, came a lot of obligations that you had to fulfil and being responsible was hard, really demanding. You suddenly had a lot of reverence for all the teachers in your life, from kindergarten to your degrees.

You were on a sabbatical from research temporarily, signing a teaching contract for three years minimum and you were satisfies with the refreshment. Interacting young, curious minds was almost like a recreational activity you indulged in free time and the various angles they approached science at even taught you something. The scholars found it in themselves to even question well-established biology.

Slightly humming, you made a mental checklist of what all was left to do for your solo, self-discovering trip the next week. All that you should pack, clothes according to the weather in the hills and enough emergency eatables. Maybe you could revisit the work-in-progress papers of yours or maybe it would be a leisure excursion only.

Only you never made it to your flight.

 The pounding of your head made a thrumming noise in your head, increasing its tempo and volume with each passing instant. Your eyelids felt heavy and opening them felt like a chore, which even more difficult considering the light that flooded your vision with every bit they opened. Your senses felt overwhelmed being burdened and strained with their everyday tasks after what you assumed to be at least hours of inactivity.

The sudden spike of pain shooting in your head made you jerk your hand to clutch your throbbing forehead, only to fail and find your hands bounded to something. They weren’t cuffed or shackled, nothing dug in your wrist either. Maybe a rope but the texture wasn’t rough enough. After what felt like minutes, you opened your eyes and sat up, as straight as your confined self could, and looked around.

The room was shades of grey and blue, a giant bed was where you were sitting. The giant ceiling to floor windows beside you, cast enough moonlight in the bedroom for you to see the entire bedroom. The view outside was so picturesque, that you had been gawking were you not afraid of your surroundings. You could discern you were high up, with how small the vehicles looked and another wave terror ran through you.

A white desk with a blue chair had a laptop atop it, also sitting beside several books. You would have noticed them being your subject and recommendation but you were scanning your brain as to how you landed here. With your vision now clearer, you saw your restraints to be like silk but no matter how hard you pulled, they didn’t snap.

You were full on panicking and staring wide eyed when the laptop entered your vision again. There was no other electronic except it and you calmed yourself to think rationally. Deep breaths, in and out. Your best bet right now was to hope that the laptop was connected to someone’s wifi.

You slid off the edge of the bed and tried to cut the weird silk ropes with bedside table’s corner. It took some time but you succeeded, your hands freed from the poster of the bed as you made your way towards the laptop, after checking the locked door of course.

Another wave of panic ran through you when the laptop wasn’t connected to anything and all available connections were password protected. You noticed the laptop to be brand new, and of a very expensive company that was out of your budget. You also noticed the OS was very different, not the usual Windows you ran. Your AI Cortana in this overpriced gadget, was named Karen.

You still refused to wait for your captor to show up and snooped to find something on the laptop, anything. There was no profile of the owner but you did manage to find at least three GB of videos and images.

Your hands froze and eyes widened when you saw the security footage of your building’s outside, the little bakery’s neon sign confirming the location. The videos were the same, of you entering and exiting every day, just the dates on the videos varied.

Another folder had clips with the same dates, but they were in the lobby of your apartment, your potted plants outside your door the affirmation again. It showed you getting milks and newspaper every morning, ordering take out several days and placing the garbage bags outside.

The earliest date in each folder was after your first month of moving here, second week of teaching probably.

When you opened the third folder, as the video started your hands covered your mouth as you tried your best to hold back the sob and making a noise. The screen showed two camera screens, both inside your apartment. The first showed the living room clearly and your kitchen and you concluded it to be behind some article on the bookshelf.

The other screen showed your bedroom.

You could still see the floral bedsheet with the white quilt atop it. Your red suitcase that you took out from the storage for your trip this morning, resting beside the wall. Your lamp switched on from when you mayhap left it on, already late for the last day of work. As the time hit 12 AM at the bottom of the screen, the video ended and played again. There were even more folders and you wondered how far would the surveillance go, till your bathroom?

Your abductor had live footage of your house being sent to his laptop and that scared you shitless. This was not a random crime, that ransom could end. You were here for something, some sick purpose you didn’t even know. Was this a hate crime? Would you even make it-

“I really wish you hadn’t looked there.”

The deep, familiar voice amplified your fear and you turned your head slowly, almost comically to look at him. Another gasp escaped your lips as you found warm eyes of your student and brows furrowed in confusion and fear when you saw the deranged lust in his eyes. Was this some sick prank?

“What am I doing here and what is this?” You gestured to the screen playing footages of the inside of your house. Seeing someone familiar and the probability of this being a prank should have calmed you somewhat but the revolting trick and the strange darkness in the boy’s eyes made you even more wary.

As he took a step closer, you hastily climbed out of the chair and backed away, nearing the bed again as he locked the door and closed in on you. He made a move to snatch you and you jumped to the other side of the bed barely missing him by an inch. You reached for the door hoping to find it unlocked but it didn’t even budge.

You pulled even harder while being painfully aware of how that kid from your class just sat on the bed and observed, having the utmost confidence in the door. Your frenzied state got a jump-scare when a female voice broke the silence, “Authorization to access locked doors is granted to Mr. Parker only, please refrain from damaging the property, Mam.”

So some tech-boy with a rich background is set on you?

“Please sit on the bed and I’ll explain, please.”

His doe eyes would have fooled you were you not extremely aware of your environment due to the adrenaline coursing through your arteries. He was an exceptionally good actor, you had to give him that. You prided yourself to be an excellent judge of character and here this guy had deceived you for three months.

The AI called him Parker, what was his name again?

Patrick? Peyton? Peter? Yes, Peter Parker.

“Peter?” You softly called out and his eyes widened as a blush crept up to his cheeks as he relished the fact that you remembered his name. You sighed internally, praying that this was a case of a harmless crush gone wrong and he was just innocently hopeful. The image of his dark, lust covered eyes crossed your mind to make an argument but you pushed it aside to calm your nerves and stay as relaxed as you possibly could with all that was happening.

“I know that this is all a big misunderstanding but you are really scaring me here. Can you please at least let me out of this room to somewhere open?” You looked at him, hoping to talk him down and get out. You didn’t think he would hurt you but you weren’t willing to take any chances with this maniacal youngster either.

“I’m sorry but I can’t do that, you’ll run.”

Of course, you’ll run, who wouldn’t?

“Peter, boy, listen to me-”

“No, you listen to me! I admit the situation isn’t ideal and you’re probably terrified because of your meddling but this is all for you! I’m here to protect you! The world out there isn’t safe and your heavenly self needs to be resuscitated.”

“Peter, you’re not making any sense. I’m an adult, older than you and you need to understand boundaries-”

“I’ve seen the way of the world, trust me, in fact, far more than you have! Did you know that raping and murdering women on Asgard is considered a common crime? How Hydra is kidnapping young, bright women to exploit them for breeding projects? How the Red Skull resurfaced and his ideals now include eradicating women from Earth as well?”

“Pete-”

“No, you don’t know! You are just blissfully unaware of this world, so oblivious you don’t even how know the perverted and debauched comments your own class makes?”

His outburst frightened you as you felt yourself losing control of the situation, maybe you never were in control. But now the unleashed fury on Peter’s face told you that had triggered an irrevocable topic.

“Calm down, it’s alright.” You said quietly, hoping to ease him again but his steps towards made you back up yourself to the other side of the bed.

“You, You are still scared of me, aren’t you? You still don’t understand, do you? I’ll show you, show you how much I worship you, the true extent of my devotion.” Every ludicrous declaration of his bit away your hope of getting out.

As he approached you again from the foot of the bed, you jumped across the bed again, hoping to reprise your stunt from before. However, your jumping halted midway as something glued your right wrist to the headboard and you jerked due to inertia of movement. As your eyes looked to your hand, the same silky rope met your vision.

You did not have the time or the wits to ponder over the fluid, about how your abductor shot it or how it wouldn’t budge no matter how hard you pulled. A hand on your ankle prompted you to try one last time as you screamed as loud as you could, for as long as your lungs allowed.

“It won’t work, Mr. Stark got me a soundproofed apartment. Pretty cool, right?”

A sob wracked through your entire frame as the tears descended, the frustration and hopelessness and dread, all attacking you at once. Your legs kicked and flexed and when your left fist swung, he restrained all your limbs after dodging, of course.

“I just want to love you, is it too much too ask?” He asked in a quiet whisper, his hands undressing you cloth by cloth; first unzipping the side of your pencil skirt and unwrapping it, then unbuttoning your blouse. When he brought out a pocket knife, your eyes instinctively closed, a “Please don’t hurt me” falling from your lips.

“Never.” He replied with absolute assurance.

The blade cut through your blouse first, leaving you in your garments while Peter sat back on his knees to admire you. You’ve been flattered with the adoration in his eyes had you not gone through the mayhem that you had.

His hand caressed your curves, feeling the soft skin underneath as he took his time admiring you, committing each feature to memory while your tears poured, your eyes never leaving the knife he held.

The blade invaded your privacy once again as it took away your last pieces of defense, leaving you utterly nude and your cries wreaked havoc in the otherwise quiet room. Your eyes found Peter face and you noticed his eyes twinkling in admiration trailing up and down your body several times. His disciple complex was scaring you, you almost bordered considering his Goddess belief.

“So stunning.” He whispered as he came down to kiss you, his lips meeting yours in this bruising embrace of both your mouths and as he began to undress himself simultaneously, his dramatics became the least of your concerns. The thought of the inevitable future made home in your mind and gave you one last bout of courage to try and fight.

The restraints on your limbs didn’t even budge and every fleck of hope deserted your body when you saw the chiseled abs on his scarred torso, his biceps bulging and silently warning you into staying put. He made quick work of his remaining outfit and his hard, angry member was bigger than you had anticipated.

You had not expected a stereotypical nerd to be packing, with muscles and brawns, hardly to even expect him to be the largest among the ones you had ever experienced.

“Please don’t.” You mumbled, defeated, knowing he would not listen. You closed your eyes expecting the intrusion to get it over with. You were caught off handed when you felt him shift and devour into your pussy. He feasted like a man famished, his tongue leaving no area unlapped. The sparks in your abdomen made you queasy and giddy at the same time, you could barely open your eyes due to the intensity of his actions and when he added two of his shockingly calloused fingers, you let go of the coil in mere seconds.

Your limbs sat limp while your vision whitened, your mind foggy and hazy, deprived of all sensibility. When his thick thighs rested on top of yours, your gaze ascended to meet his already staring pupils, the warm, honey brown orbs now a black abyss. You couldn’t even protest in your blissful state as lined himself and entered your cavern, which was lubricated enough courtesy of him.

The stretch burned but as he rocked himself and thrusted with a rhythm, the pleasure started building from scratch. Each push was sturdier than the last and every spot he hit managed to make your breath hitch. Your hands and legs freed as the fluid perhaps melted but the last of your energy was being used by you to stay conscious. When he descended to kiss you once again and trailed kisses to your collarbone, your hands held onto him for support, his biceps providing anchor to you, made of pure muscle.

His teeth bruised your skin as he lightly bit your neck, reaching his end and releasing his load. The warmth that filled you made you let go, his orgasm encouraging another one from you.

Your eyes drooped, your body filled with exhaustion due to all the struggling as you curled in to your side and wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to forget your abductor and the forceful, mind shattering ecstasy you felt. Your refused to think about the guilt and the uncertainty of your impending doom in the hands of this maniacal student of yours. You just wished for sleep, for some peace alone.

The wish of yours was not granted when you felt Peter slide behind you, his hand wrapping around your middle as if you were lover. You still gave into slumber, but not before feeling him peck your shoulder with a promise.

“This devotee of yours will worship you forever and always, Goddess.”

[djappleblush]

FINALLY. Someone with sense gets it. I fvcking agree with everything you said 100000000%.

Fvck the people saying Ji Chul/Jong Bum was a sad, sad boy with a sad, sad past and deserves happiness while Soo Hyuk was a cold, cold man who deserves punishment. Like, b!tch, stfu. For real, fvcking shut up. Were you watching a different drama????? Because in case you didn't notice, it was Ji Chul/Jong Bum who was the stalker psychopath who literally killed (in the past) and attempted to kill (at present) people, and y'all telling me Soo Hyuk is the bad guy for DOING HIS FVCKING JOB???? FVCK YOU.

Ahaha. Here I am again with sharing another vid of this same bloody song with meta pasted alongside it. It’s weird how so often my gut feelings over a show ended up hitting right on target. 

Like in some other vid comment I said that this song was practically Hyungbin/Soohyuk suffering song. In which few others also agree/had the same opinion and few others argued that it’s not. Since the song appeared in Jongbeom’s scene as well. But now after the drama was concluded and we saw the full picture, there should no longer be any doubts as to whom this song mostly represented. (Like you should watch this vid and look at the lyrics/translations of the lyrics and think about Hyungbin/Soohyuk’s plot throughout the series.)

That said, I might as well do a meta on Hyungbin/Soohyuk now. (Been meaning to do this for a while tbh.)

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[pinkhairedlily]

Every Glance A Step Closer

Prompt: Glances | AO3 link here. Connect with me on Twitter. Happy SS Month everyone! 🌸🍅🥗 @ssskmonth

“This one barely goes out of her laboratory. I swear to god she smells like formaline.”

“He smells like the dust and cobwebs in the library. I cannot even pronounce what he’s doing – archi…something. I just know he handles lots of old papers and books. B-o-r-i-n-g.”

“So anyway, Haruno Sakura meet Uchiha Sasuke.”

This was her one free day in her experiment period week, but she needed to steam off for a night and so she allowed her friend to tug her along for a chill night drink. What Sakura didn’t expect was to socialize with a small group of people in their year and to suffer the cold indifference of the guy in front of her.

To her another surprise, he held out a hand to her. “Hello there.” She took it, slightly conscious whether she used her formaline-cancelling hand lotion. A brief and firm shake and he quicky turned away.

“Sasuke finally speaks.”

“That hello sounded a little spicier.”

“Oh my, that hand holding definitely had some electricity.”

The cajoling and teasing finally stopped when the first round of beers came in. Local university gossip was the go-to conversation opener, from the open secret student-teacher relationships to recent couple break-ups. It eventually led to Sasuke and his list of confessions.

“I heard you turned down Mio from fashion design department.”

“No way. I heard she was approached by Celine for a gig.”

“Really Sasuke? That makes her the fifth girl you dumped for this week alone.”

“You never actually had a girlfriend, did you?”

Sakura stared at him doe-eyed, genuinely curious of his answer. He returned her gaze and raised one brow. “I have high standards.”

Oh wow, what a douche, Sakura thought. Hoots erupted in their table but only for a few seconds. While the drinking and the exchanges went on, Sakura found herself wanting to go home early. She was bored and her neck was tired from not looking at him. Under the guise of stretching her already strained neck, she stole a glance, hoping to have a brief moment to take in all of his features and remember his face.

But he was already looking at her. His eyes went to the door of the restaurant then back to her. Bored? He mouthed.

Sakura looked at the door, knowing perfectly what he meant. She chugged her supposedly last bottle of beer and made a small gap with her thumb and index finger. He caught her signal and started to stand up. Their group was tipsy enough not to notice their sudden movements as they shuffled out of the door.

She halted after a few steps, Sasuke’s figure already paces in front of her, wondering whether she should say goodbye or just walk towards the opposite direction back to her apartment. She didn’t think too much of it and quickly chose the latter.

She had to get ice cream first though, a sugar rush to help jolt her senses awake. She was choosing between chocolate and strawberry when a large figure stood beside her.

“A vanilla one, please,” Sasuke said, looking smug with his hands both in his pockets. “Your treat.”

Sakura felt weirded out by the fact that he actively kept on engaging her. His reputation preceded him, but she decided to humor him for tonight. “So library science and you’re an archivist.”

“Intern archivist actually. So you actually know me.” There was arrogance in his voice that made Sakura almost choke on her ice cream.

“Process of elimination. There is no male major in our year in the History department.” She glanced at him and saw that smug look slowly transition into a slight flush of embarrassment. Cute.

“And what if it was a hobby?” Sasuke fiddled with his still unopened vanilla ice cream.

“There was a job posting in the bulletin specifically calling for Library Science students.” Their feet led them to the park still bustling with university night life and settled on a bench under the canopy of a fully bloomed dogwood tree. “See, I’m not your admirer.”

“Well, that’s a downer,” he smirked.

They talked like that for a while, fleetingly exploring related topics to their degree programs, the usual prominent teachers, the busy schedules, until Sakura finished her chocolate and strawberry popsicles. It was on her way home, finally this time, that she realized he never ate his ice cream.

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She next saw him on their building’s rooftop with a group of friends, a piece of unsmoked cigarette in between his fingers. He quickly met her eyes, did a brief nod, and looked away. She inadvertently expected more than that but she wasn’t here for a smoke break, and it wasn’t her intention to take it further. She was here for a quick getaway from her microscope and to appreciate the city view dotted with the flowers of spring.

He kept glancing her way, however. He would be in the middle of a conversation and his eyes would stray to her, and she would catch it in her periphery, trying not to notice it. She got tired after a few repetitions of this, and the next time he glanced, she caught his gaze.

Stop it, she mouthed.

I’m bored, he mouthed back. Walk with me. His fingers mimicked the gesture, his fingers walking in the air.

She put her hands together and slightly bowed in apology. Next time, she winked at him before running back to her laboratory, a small smile painted on her lips.

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It became like this for the next few weeks; they conversed through glances and awkward gestures whenever they were in public with their friends. When it was time to come home, they would walk in separate ways and meet again in the park under the same dogwood tree and they would converse for hours. It was mostly Sakura word-vomiting about her experiments while Sasuke would look at her with abandoned fascination.

“Stop doing that,” Sakura called him out one time.

“Stop doing what?” Sasuke asked, his ember eyes never leaving her face.

“You stare too much I feel like I’m melting.”

Sasuke made a small grunt and wore his hoodie over his head to mess with her more. He waved his hands on both sides of his face, and she immediately understood the reference of a horse having its blinders on. “Good because usually I’m the one being stared at.”

Sakura reached out to his hoodie and tightened the strings around his neck. “You’re hopeless.”

He leaned forward, almost touching her lips, his face still between her palms. “Hmm, maybe I am.”

Sakura moved away just as quickly as he moved into her personal space, a hot flush creeping to her cheeks. She hated this particular situation since blushing always made her look like a cherry tomato.

“Cute.” Sasuke apparently said his thoughts aloud because he was taken aback the moment she glanced back at him. “Cool, I said cool.”

She laughed this off just as he completely covered his face inside his hoodie.

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She visited the basement section of the library for reference materials. Her writeup was due tomorrow and she was missing a section on historical evolution of vaccines and dosages for the viral DNA she uncovered. The small library slip in her hand, she made her way to the dimly lit rows on Biology. The shelves were twice taller than her, but there were spaces in between stacked books.

Would make it very easy to spot a ghost, Sakura chided to herself. A shadow moved along the row adjacent to the Biology section, but she dismissed this as the library staff. Her fingers traced the spines of ragged books and examined the list of recommended titles in her hand. When she raised her head, ember eyes stared back at her between the spaces of the opposite row.

Hi, Sasuke mouthed. He glanced around and seeing no one, he whispered, “Can I come over to your side?”

She found it hard to stop her grin from rising. “More eyes, the better.”

It took only a few minutes for Sasuke to find all the titles in her list, but they littered around, walking in between shelves, taking one random book and flipping its pages, stopping when they find something interesting. When heavy footfalls were heard on the stairs, Sakura inclined her head, gesturing she needed to go.

Sasuke seemed to misunderstand as he pulled her through the sleeve of her cardigan to the area further behind the room, and as the shadows grew darker, and the noise became more muted, she heard the racing beat of her heart.

Finally reaching the wall, Sasuke slumped to the floor and patted the space beside him. Sakura followed suit, consciously leaving a space between them as she was slowly becoming hyper-aware of their proximity.

“How are you faring so far? Done with the requirements?” Sasuke asked, his voice low but audible enough for her.

Sakura nodded, and after beat, rolled her eyes at him. “Shouldn’t you be out there assisting others?”

“I believe you need more immediate help.” Sasuke pulled his knees in to rest his chin on and trained his eyes on her. “Sakura.”

“Sasuke.”

The longest minute of silence hung between them, tension strung by the stare, until Sakura broke it off with her eyes shifting to the floor. “What are you doing?”

“Flirting,” he said like it’s a matter-of-fact. “This is what they usually do to me.”

“And what should I do?” She let the words roll out of her mouth, unsure why she asked, uncertain also of what he felt. She met his gaze again.

And in that moment, he just sincerely looked at her. “Flirt back.”

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Sakura was done for the school year. She will be officially graduating in a month, and to celebrate, she went out with their group for a sem-ender discotheque clubbing. She was gonna shoot her shot for a one-night stand with literally anyone who had chemistry with her – haha she was just kidding. As this seemed to be the final cap-off to her university life, she went all out with her clothes Sakura-style – basically a boxy cropped tea, high waisted jeans, and old heels her best friend gave to her in pity.

This was actually her first club experience, but she was glad to be with veteran friends. The first few minutes inside a closed space with bass boosted, unfamiliar crowds, and lots of skinship made her very uncomfortable. Her only reprieve was the free-flowing drinks – ironically she can handle alcohol well. The disco lights would have made it difficult to spot faces, but she found him in the dark, on the corner directly across her group, his eyes already glued on her.

She wondered if he ever forgave her for scrambling out of his presence in the reference section last time, explicitly avoiding his request to flirt back. It seemed like she worried for nothing since Sasuke raised his glass to her and mouthed congratulations. She raised her glass back, resolving to mind her own business tonight. But he kept looking, a smirk etched on his beautiful face, urging her to meet him halfway.

She didn’t need to look for an excuse as her friends suddenly pulled her into the harmless mosh pit of friendly grinding. Sakura allowed herself to move to the beat, enjoying the bubble offered by the club to lose herself for a few seconds. But she kept glancing towards his direction, his eyes looking for her in the mass of bodies. At first, the glances were mischievous, like playing hide-and-seek, then they held gravity, heavy lidded and palpable.

Sasuke was impatient, and soon enough, at her next spin on her heels, he was right behind her, his hands hovering over her arms, seeking consent to touch. Sakura turned to face him, one part shy, other parts unnerved, and she slowly encircled her arms around his neck, her eyes a definite yes. His hands went to her waist, and he brought her closer to his embrace.

“You don’t have your hoodie though,” Sakura said, a little louder over the crooning of Carly Rae Jepsen to Gimmie Love. “Someone will definitely see you.”

Sasuke closed whatever distance was between them and brought his lips to her ears. “That’s a relief then. I want to be seen with you.”

“Simp,” Sakura teased. “You’re probably expecting a confession out of me, aren’t you?” This was a long time coming and she wanted to get it over with tonight especially when she had alcohol buzzing on her side.

“I am actually,” Sasuke said. “I was hoping to beat you to it in the library last time, but you ran away. Coward.”

“What?”

“What? Didn’t you hear me?”

“You like me.” Sakura said in realization. She edged her face away from his hold to take a good look at his embarrassed face. “Oh, you really do.”

“You could be dense sometimes, Sakura.” Sasuke poked her forehead playfully, and he was rewarded with a bubbly laughter from her.

Their friends finally noticed them and the intense skinship happening. The yells and woots started to drown out the speakers.

“That took you two long enough, huh?”

“They really waited for the end of the school year to do their big reveal.”

“As if the whole school doesn’t know already.”

“What?” Sasuke and Sakura asked in unison.

“It was the constant eyesmex.”

“Really, they do it every time with no shame. It gives me secondhand embarrassment.”

“Right? Sometimes I think I need to yell get a room.”

“Maybe they’ll get a room tonight.”

“Oh my god, shut up."

🌸 It's my first time participating actively for SS Month so please go easy on me haha. Work is loosely inspired by Nevertheless webtoon (which now has a Netflix adaptation). Hope you enjoyed reading!

[darklightacademias]

Dark academia dress guide for the medical student

I will celebrate that I have officially ended my first semester of medical school by writing this post (also kind of procrastinate studying for my winter exams, oops), since now I have 18 weeks of experience on dressing for college.

Mind you, how a medical student dresses in first and second year IS WILDLY different from how you dress in third, fourth, fifth and sixth year. In the first couple of years you spend most of your time in college, doing labs, attending lectures, going to the dissection room, and at most going to health centers and psychiatric wards to shadow physicians, and that’s only in select colleges. Starting third year you will spend more time in the hospital and simulation centers wearing uniform scrubs and lab coats than in a regular lecture hall, although, sometimes your rotation will mandate you wear casual business clothes.

That said, dark academia outfits for every occasion in the first year of medical school, plus practicality tips:

For the regular lecture day: wear comfortable high waisted pants, (maybe colored mom jeans, cigarette pants, belted pants, culottes) or a high waisted skirt, maybe a midi or a pencil one. You can wear a button up blouse, a turtleneck in winter, comfortable wool sweaters, etc. For summer, flowy dresses and skirts, loose blouses in silk, linen or cotton. Always, always, always carry a cardigan or a blazer or both BECAUSE IT GETS SO COLD IN LECTURE HALLS. Go with layers in winter and autumn and spring. For shoes, ankle boots in black or brown leather that’s a bit worn, ballet flats, loafers, I love those you can lace up your ankle, oxfords, lace up boots. Mostly comfortable shoes. Leave a good impression with your lecturer because that’s your future colleague right there.

If you will stay in the library until late hours studying, wear comfortable pants. I think you could make drawstring pants dark academia if they are high waisted, kinda loose but follow the line of your body, and if you wear them with a button up loose blouse or turtleneck or sweater, a blazer and boots or ballet flats depending on the weather.

For days you have to stay until 8 pm because you have a lab or a seminar, you can wear what you wore on lecture days unless it’s something to do with an actual lab with chemicals, like biology, biochemistry, and anatomy labs. In that case: your white lab coat, wear flat and close toe shoes that are comfortable because you will spend a long time on your feet. Such a long time on your feet. Ballet shoes, in this case, are not recommended. Boots are best, oxfords are fine. Make sure your shoes are made of something you can whipe off. Getting formaline and bits of dead people is hard to erase on canvas shoes. Also, don’t wear frilly things to the labs, no skirts or long dresses either. Wear shirts with short sleeves or that you can fold up. Wear the typical dark academia pants mentioned above. Be comfortable. For the people with long hair: wear it up and away from your face, no sweet romantic pieces falling on your head, channel Mary Curie and wear a bun, a braided crown, or a high ponytail. Never ever ever wear shorts, they will not let you in the lab.

I want to add: the last three weeks I spent everyday going to the dissection room until they closed at night to study for my anatomy practical exam and let me tell you: dress in layers when you have to go to that room because it is always cold, like a fridge, but you have to wear the lab coat on top. Wear your hair up, maybe a French twist? Also, always take your dissection kit with you because a fellow classmate will ask you to help them analyze a biological piece and you might need your tweezers and such.

For exams: dress well, smart and comfortable. I make a lot of emphasis for comfort because you will spend long hours in college absorbing a lot of information that will later save lives, and you deserve to be comfortable. For oral exams it is essential you dress well and leave a good impression with your examiner, everything counts. For written exams dress like you would for a lecture or the library because those are long.

For hospital and health center visits: unless you have to wear scrubs, you should wear the formal version of lecture outfits. In general, dark academia fashion is very conservative and professional, you look serious and profound, so great job dressing well. Just wear comfortable shoes, dress pants, and a button down or turtleneck, plus a pristine version of your white coat (don’t take the one you use for anatomy because it is dirty and it smells and it is likely stained). Wear your hair up if you it long.

Makeup for med school: I’d say something minimal, a dark lip and mascara. I think that dark under eye circles add to the aesthetic so no need to conceal those unless you want to. Maybe winged eyeliner, mascara and pink lips. Wear some blush high on your cheeks and the tip of your nose for that cold flushed look. Do your eyebrows well, that’s essential. Wear some burgundy eyeshadow on your eyelids if you want, or a color that truly brings out your eyes. Highlighter if you want to look ethereal and haunting, which is always a great thing. Curl your eyelashes. Wear sunscreen!

Accessories: a golden locket around your neck, a small ring or rings. Honestly: get small rings, big rings you have to remove every single time you need to put on rubber gloves. A bracelet with charms, and teardrop earrings or pearls. I’d say with jewelry the most important thing is that the color of your metals match: gold with gold and silver with silver. Avoid rose gold and copper pieces, those look too banal. Wear a head band on your head, or ribbons. Lots of ribbons. Get a nice leather dissection kit but make sure your pieces are always held securely, otherwise when you want to remove something and they are loose you can cut yourself and that’s no fun. Always carry some books on your arms to look smart. Solid color scarves are great for winter, as well as leather gloves, and a beret or classic earmuffs. For summer, a silk scarf with a French knot, sunglasses. Looser, thinner fabrics, but same cut of clothes. No turtlenecks, or sweaters naturally. Boatneck shirts in a solid color with pants or skirts are always elegant. You, again, can wear drawstring pants if you use the formula stated above. Same makeup as before. Take a picnic blanket in your bag to have a picnic on the grass with your friends or to study under an ancient tree.