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gojology · 4 years ago

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Ringpops.

back to homepage pairing : gojo x gender neutral reader warnings : cursing, fluff. wordcount : 1688 a/n : i am so sorry for posting this late LOL, i’ve had a splitting headache all day and on top of that i had to make a buncha visually appealing aesthetic stuff for this so my poor brain is fried. welcome all new followers :) also this was rushed as usual... haha ████████████████ 100% Complete. Enjoy your game.

Valentines Day with Gojo was usually chaotic, but you didn’t blame him, it was apart of his personality after all. He didn’t take you to any particular establishment, really. You were curled up in your bed, exhausted from a long day of baking goods, watching sappy love movies, and overall shenanigans. You didn’t particularly mind this though, a soft lazy breeze preventing you from overheating, you sigh in relief. It’s like the weather knew exactly what you needed for a relaxing evening. Although, today seemed rather unusual. For the many years that you’ve dated Satoru, he never, ever dressed up. Usually he rolled out of bed, naked. A pair of grey sweatpants replaced what was usually his uniform pants. Just enough for you to see the start of his happy trail, in other words, a fruitful attempt of teasing you. He knew that he was attractive, and you didn’t mind fueling his ego. A toned body, almost like he had been specially picked by some divine being and gifted with society’s standards. But he had actually picked out an outfit for this particular Valentines Day, which you admitted was nice, but you also didn’t mind licking your lips at such a delicious physique. On the rare occasions that he picked out outfits, it wouldn’t be visually appealing, the guy only wore his work uniform or a casual t-shirt and a pair of shorts, or sweatpants. Yet, today? Weirdly different. Clad in a dark blue cashmere crewneck sweater paired with black jeans, he nervously picked at the clothing, fidgeting. You guessed he had gotten some fashion advice from one of his friends, as you also realized it was... Somewhat trendy. Chains dangling from his neck, a few from his pants as well, a designer belt... You had wondered who it was that was so gracious enough to make him hotter then he already was. The air of his usual carefree personality was gone, which was one of your favorite parts about him, and he had insisted this morning to take you to an actual diner, which you rejected. As soon as you turned your back to grab some more sugar, he pulled you back, hand on your shoulder. A determined look on his face that you could see even through his circular shades, clearing his throat. “Hey- just to be sure, pumpkin... You’re not denying because you think I’m poor or some shit like that, right? I’m financially stable as all hell, and I’ll buy you anything you set your eyes on, seriously. I need to spoil you sometimes, okay?” He spoke with a tone of nervousness, and you cocked your head to look at him, eyebrow slightly raised. “What’s with you today, babe? You never do this sorta shit.” Seemingly taken aback, he looked at you for a few seconds, unblinking. Wondering if it went one ear out the other, you’re about to repeat yourself before he shoves a hand on your mouth. “I just wanna try something new, that’s all. Carry on, sweets. Need more M&M’s? I can drive to the store and get them..” kissing your exposed neck a few times, suckling at the flesh, he snickered as you gasped, and that was the end of that. ‧₊˚✩彡. The thought never completely disappeared from your mind, instead it ran rampant. You were curious, after all. Why would perhaps the chillest and funniest guy you knew, be so scared and nerve-wrecked? “Hey, hey~!” you hear a familiar voice ring out, and you pick up your head from his pillow that you were laying on, adjusting your eyes so you could drink in his beauty fully. He wasn’t completely in the room, his head was poking out of the door just barely. “Finally, what were you doing? Took you a few years to come home.” casually getting up from your previous position, you hug your pillow, patiently waiting for his next sentence. “Ah... Uh, nothing. Don’t worry about it.” he shuffled closer into the room, but he never quite came into view, the atmosphere of awkwardness was growing. Rolling your eyes, you giggle, desperate to have the mood be carefree yet again. “You suck at hiding shit, come on, lemme see, what’d you get me?” “It was supposed to be a surprise!” he said, exasperated, but he does it anyways. A beautiful scent of roses wafted throughout the room, a trail of spare rose petals danced down as he strode over to the bed, a playful grin on his lips. You cover your mouth with your hands, squealing. “Satoru! These are so pretty!” you ecstatically grab at the bouquet, the crinkling of the plastic music to your ears. You sniffed at the roses, pleasantly surprised at just how sweet they smelled. Vibrant hues of pinks and reds, small and large, a loose ribbon holding the bouquet together. Your smile is so wide, you struggle to hide it. “Glad you like them, honey.” he grinned, taking his shades off and placing them on his nightstand. “Hold on tight, more to come, love.” He takes a quick jog to the hallway leading to you two’s room, quickly getting out of view. Coming back just 20 seconds later, a teddybear half the size of him now limp in his hands, another ribbon around the teddybear’s neck. “For you, my sweet.” he sings, setting the plush down onto the covers. You look at the teddybear, staring at you with beady eyes, and back up at Gojo. “But babe, you’re my teddybear.” you cooed, hoping to get some sort of reaction out of him. You see his facial features soften, before he immediately plants a sloppy kiss on your forehead, “Wouldn’t hurt to have another one, would it?” You nod your head in agreement. The chill aura seemed to vanish into thin air as soon as you nod, the silence was almost deafening. He stared at you, and you stared back, you hear your heart steadily pound in your chest. Usually he would make some sort of joke right now and then, but he seemed unusually serious, to the point where you’d be concerned. “You’ve been acting weird all day, are you okay?-” you ask, but you’re immediately cut off. Gojo gets on one knee, and your heart races and you swear you see the light, playing with the hem of his jean pockets before pulling some sort of wrapper out. A wrapper? It’s a Ringpop, two flavors. Blue raspberry and watermelon, he hastily places the blue raspberry one into his pocket again, cursing as he struggled to do so, before finally repositioning. “Will you marry me, (Y/N)?” It takes a moment to register into your brain, for one, he was proposing with a Ringpop, but you guess that’s like him, his love of candy was absurd- but a Ringpop of all things? You feel your face fall, and you hope he doesn’t realize. The thought was good, but it felt strangely.. Tacky, in some ways. Nonetheless, your heart is still pounding rapidly inside of you, and you’re sweating bullets now. Skin burning to the touch, you look at him, heavily breathing. “Yes, oh my God, yes.” is all you can breathe out. His solemn face was now beaming, eyes bright and twinkling. He seems to scoff, like he doesn’t quite believe that you said yes to such a request, but he doesn’t want to give it another thought. Immediately diving headfirst into your face, your lips touch, and even though you had kissed him about a thousand times today, you still returned just as much passion. You felt like your whole body was about to give out, wobbling as he placed the Ringpop onto the covers. Forgotten, it sat idly, but you didn’t care, and nor did Gojo. Hand now at the back of your neck, the other on your hip, the sound of sloppy kisses filled the otherwise calm room. They were strangely chaste, nothing sexual about them, yet they felt so fulfilling you wonder how he does it. He was unusually good at kissing, but you don’t want to tell him that- the egotistical bastard. He pulls away from the kiss, and you whine, pulling at the collar of his sweater to come back- to please you- but he pays no mind to you. Instead, he rips open the wrapper, throwing it to the ground, pulling up your limp arm. With a confident toothy smile on his face, he slipped the translucent pink plastic ring onto your left middle finger. “That’s my middle.” you say, struggling to stifle your giggle. Who cared about getting a Ringpop? It was the thought that counted, right? You still felt horrible, for whatever reason. “I know that.” he doesn’t say it directly to your face, instead shuffling in his pockets once more, before he whips out what looks like a black cube. This time, you recognize an expensive label on it, a miniature velvety black box. “I just.. Wanted to make sure you were committed, and that you didn’t want me for my money or some bullshit like that.” he grinned, opening the box, he doesn’t give you a moment to eye it, instead plucking it out and slipping it onto your ring finger. Only then could you look at it, and you cover your mouth once more, tears beginning to form at the corner of your eyes. It was beautiful, truly, and you couldn’t explain it’s beauty with words. Glimmering diamonds, alongside a beautiful silvery frame- it was perfect. “...Do you like it?” he asks, once again an air of nervousness. Unable to speak, you hug him instead, now full on bawling. He laughs, rubbing your back, giving you another neck kiss. “Holy shit, you’re so cute, pumpkin. Or should I say, soon to be spouse?” he cooed. “Shut up.” you say, still sniffling, snot running down your nose. He chuckles dryly once again, wiping your tears away with his thumb. “If you’re not gonna eat that Ringpop, can I?” “Zip it, can’t you see I’m crying, dummy?” you respond, still ugly crying. It was the best Valentines day you had ever experienced, and nothing could quite conquer it.

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shinebrightlikeanarwhal · 3 years ago

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Random SF ideas

It has a lot of Travis ships because that's my feral lil bby. I'm having fun keeping him from bullying people by bullying him instead lol

Every time he enters school Sal mutters “anything can happen in the Bronx”. Todd is the only one that doesn’t understand.

Travis is emotionally constipated and will take it out on others, but later do small things as his form of apologizing. Philip and his mother are the only people that understand him and understand why. Sal thinks he may be bipolar and Larry has probably called him the r-slur under his breath. (Stinky boy probably would say it openly if not for Sal's disdain for that word).

Maple and Travis bonding over jewelry and make up. Travis won’t admit it to anyone but her but he likes the way Maple accessorizes. Obligatory Chug appreciation to keep on her good side, later forms a healthy and wholesome friendship.

Travis and Larry fight verbally. It doesn’t get physical unless Larry loses control and shoved Travis. This prompting a snarky reminder that Larry is no better than Travis’ own father. They cuddle and fall asleep later tho, after Sal puts them in their get along corner.

Nicknames. Travis’ weakness is nicknames. Lisa discovers this and shows Larry and Sal who abuse this power. Travis’ tan cheeks are bright red anytime he’s out public with them because of their stupidly sweet nicknames. Their go to for reactions are baby(boy), sweetheart and bottom

Shameless PDA when Sal is jealous. Travis learns the hard way how easy it is to make him jealous when a hand is in his waist and holding him close to the shorter. Fingers tracing any exposed skin to keep Travis focused on him. Sorry Lar, you took up too much Travis time..

Travis’ mom being an absolute babe. Apple if her eye is her sweet boy. Probably passed while he was young and had to watch him grow in that unhealthy environment.. maybe reaches out to Sal for help since he’s more intuitive. Def terrifies Larry a couple times as a prank. He hit her son, bully or not, it just felt right to braid his hair to his bed post a couple times and paint his nasty thoughts on his chest.

Travis hates surprises and loud noises because of his father. They don’t learn that until they throw a surprise birthday party with cheering and loud pops of confetti balloons, his panic attack damn near gave him a heart attack. (He refused to accept apologies for something they didn’t know. Instead demanding they spoil him for the rest of the week as compensation for his hospital trip on his birthday)

I said it once, and I’ll say it again. Service. Animals. Mr. Phelps legally obligated to give him a service animal and Travis is somewhat saved from Kenneth's abuse. Taking more time outside for walks (the dog can’t bare letting Travis stay in the house for long with his father home). He genuinely bonds with other students over his new dog (the dog allowing contact when not in uniform but if Travis’ needs are present will attach itself to Travis’ hip.

Religious trauma and coping. Because PLS, can we please address the amount of abuse because of the Bible?? That boy may stay and follow the proper words of his lord. Or he could detach himself from the church entirely (especially because of the cult!)

Travis ships: Salvis and Larvis

Asked out: Oh. Oh no. How did they fall for Travis?!? What did they do to find that feral little kitten so cute?? Was it they dyed hair? The dresses when he shows off more legs than they anticipated? Him apologizing and changing for the better?? What happened to him to make him so interesting!? Sal absolutely starts approaching Travis cautiously. Taken aback when he's greeted with a warm smile and compliments. They start to grow as friends and spend time together often. Sharing eachother with their friend groups and on their own. It takes a couple of years before Sal nervously asks Travis if he would be interested in getting closer. Travis doesn't understand and Sal just awkwardly blurts out if he would try dating him... for an experiment or anything. Travis is excited, he wants to be closer and happily hugs onto Sal as his answer.

Larry is a lot ore aggressive. Cornering Travis and glaring down at him. Demanding to know what his game is. Travis doesn't fight he just nervously asks if Larry hates him. Larry almost says he does but gets distracted by the trembling and cowering kitten before him. Fuck, he can't possibly hate Travis. Larry instead starts approaching Travis. At first Travis is afraid that Larry will hit him if he doesn't like something he does. Larry hates to admit it, but Travis infested his mind. Dreams were no longer sacred when teenage hormones and a new love interest were involved. Many a times he had to look away when Travis were a particular skirt or dress because his dreams seemed to run rampant with those items. When they finally talk, Travis initiates it. He Pushes Larry into a bathroom stall and demands he explain himself. He's staring at him like a piece of meat and following him around. Larry is scaring HIS friends. Larry doesn't even hesitate to pounce on Travis. Mouth to mouth and hands on ass. Travis surprised but kinda into it allows the kiss until Larry gets too handsy. He returns to his friends with an angry red hand print on his cheek. It takes a month of apologizing Travis finally agrees to give Larry a chance. (Larry tells his mom and dances around the apartment that night)

First kiss failures: Larry got too into the kiss and starts feeling up the poor boy. Sal pecks him in his sleep and never tells Travis. He just happily holds the memory of kissing his sleeping princess.

First dates: Larry tries to show Travis the fun things to do in this sleepy little town. Travis is excited just to go anywhere other than church and school. At first there are a few hiccups, maybe weather, maybe places are crowded or cancelled. But it still ends well with the boys passed out in the truck, snuggled under a blanket Larry stores with a big smile on their face. Sal is much more romantic. Candles and flowers. Dresses up nice and styles his hair in a neat bun. He wants to impress Travis and assert he can be the man for him by presenting more masculine (Travis snorts and tells him even in a dress Sal could fight a bear). Its a simple dinner at home with Gizmo as their lazy server, sleeping on the couch in a little suit. The night ends well with the boys enjoying a night stroll and admiring the calm and almost desolate surroundings of Nockfell.

First Times: Sal does NOT expect Travis to offer it. In fact, he almost shattered his favorite mug with the tight grip he put on it. Travis thinks this means Sal doesn't want him, but no nono, Sal wants it/ He wants Travis bad. That simp wastes no time scurrying to their room, cleaning his bed and all necessary items are prepared. He was well stocked for... college purposes, but Travis offering to give Sal his first?? (Yes. He did a victory dance and scream in the tree house when he thought he was alone.)

First Time: Larry would waste no time, grabbing Travis and making sure, this is what he wants. Larry may sleep around before they got together but he would never expect Travis to offer his first time so soon. Travis agreeing and Larry in tears hugging onto the confused man. He has never been so gentle with a partner and savored every second, sound and action. It may not have been Larry's first but he was more than happy to say it was his best. Larry would 100% scream to Sal about it later though. He is a man that appreciates his partner and would be an aftercare fiend. Relishing in any reactions Travis gives him while massages and treats the poor tired bum.

Living together: Hell hath no fury like Travis on cleaning day. The boys no not to be in his way if he has his cleaning apron and swiffer. The only one allowed to interrupt his most sacred day is Gizmo and any animals they adopt. Larry has to moderate his metal music or sleep on the porch, he tried to test Travis and found the porch uncomfortable during a rainstorm. No ghost hunting after 11pm. If you even think Travis will allow you in the house after hunting ghosts he will promptly pack your bags and ship them off to your parents. Sal has his own room dedicated entirely to clothes and accessories. His prosthetics he tries to hide at first but after a harsh scolding from Travis (while he literally hand cleans every single prosthetic so Sal doesn't get an infection) Sal starts putting them away where he feels comfortable and clean. They don't expect Travis to be semi nude half the time. Especially before they marry and start a family, no pants. Never wearing pants. Larry hams up the free skin. Sal is too embarrassed of his sinful thoughts.

Proposals: Travis would be terrified of marriage after what happened to his mother. If they were to propose they ould make sure he is fully comfortable and settled in their new life. They would make sure he is loved and never feels any of the fear his father had instilled in him. Larry mentions marriage in passing to gauge his reaction. Ig Travis tenses, he kills the conversation and instead distracts Travis. If Travis reacts positively he would sneak a ring on his finger and just smirk until Travis realizes and smiles. Sal =, however, is sneaky. Keeping close tabs on Travis. If Travis starts showing signs of interest, he would 100% plan the biggest proposal for Travis and make sure he feels cherished during every moment.

#travis phelps #larry johnson #larry x travis #sal fisher #sal x travis #salvis #larvis #laravis #sally face au #sally face #Travis having the absolute power over his simps #Lisa would be surprised Larrys boyfriend is the Phelps boy she saw on the news

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mydriases · 5 years ago

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Boyfriend headcanons for Epel and Lilia

Anon asked: Hello! Welcome to the fandom! I look forward to your future writing. Can I get some boyfriend headcanon for Epel and Lilia? Thank you!

Thanks, I've kept the format of my first post so I hope it's what you expected!

A small digression to thank you all for the +100 followers! I don't understand how so many people would want to read what I write lol Thank you to everyone who commented or sent messages of encouragement, it touches me deeply.

Epel Felmier

Like loads of people, when you first saw Epel, you thought he was just another pretty boy.

It was at the welcome party for Pomefiore’s new students that you changed your mind.

You heard him fuming over the fact that he wanted to be a Savanaclaw, saw him get reprimanded for his table manners and noticed the way he really seemed out of place, all of this convinced you that he wasn't just another narcissist.

You made a point to become his friend, not out of pity but out of admiration. He was a person with many hidden talents who was able to put up with an environment he despised.

It is true that you were also looking for a type of personality different from the one who invaded Pomefiore like ivy.

One evening, while you were reading in the living room, the incessant chatter of your classmates forced you to leave the room. At least that's what you would've done if you hadn't seen Epel trapped by three other people.

They were talking together about how Epel was a model of elegance and that some people should follow his example. Their discussion was one-sided, judging by the expression of embarrassment that covered Epel's face like a veil.

You made it your duty to get him out of this situation.

You approached the small group, interrupted them and then took your sweetest voice to apologize to these gentlemen because you had to work on a project with Epel.

Of course, they didn’t express any objection and let the two of you go away after a final praise.

Epel showered you with thanks and even asked you if there was any way he could repay you.

« I mean… I wasn’t lying when I said I had a project to work on. »

You don’t feel any shame for asking him that, since as a result the ice broke between you and him.

None of you was close with the other students of your dorm so you spent most of your free time together.

Step by step you discovered Epel’s inner fire, and it was hot pun intended

In spite of his shyness, he could be quite responsive and outspoken when the situation was too much.

He began to open up and talked to you about his insecurities. Specifically, about his own body.

You understood that what was for Pomefiore an asset, was for Savanaclaw a drawback. All the praise was nothing when his own body was telling him he hadn't the capacities.

But some things can't change, so he focused on his magical abilities more than anything else.

It was hard for you to find the right words, but you assumed that sometimes you just need someone to listen to you. You took his hand.

Nothing was really the same after that, from this point there was an unspoken intimacy you two shared.

You held hands and hugged easily. Epel became something more than a friend, he felt closer and soon there was no more words needed for you to understand him. In fact, it felt natural to know.

One evening, while some festivities were taking place in the dormitory, you two apologized and went for a walk in the gardens.

You were chatting on a bench enjoying the coolness of the night. Until a comfortable silence settled between the two of you, and Epel turned to you.

Out of the blue he decided that kissing you was a good idea. yes it fricking was

If you ignore the fact that he withdrew as quickly as he moved forward or the fact that you were so shocked that you almost lost the ability to think properly, it all went pretty well.

The new physical intimacy that came with that kiss was unknown to anyone because of how discreet you were in your pda

He starded to give your little presents more often : carved apple, homemade food and even bouquets if that’s what you like (doesn’t know how to romance but he's not gonna admit defeat let me tell you).

He'd take you flying on his broomstick, he isn’t allowed? Who cares ! For once he can break the rules.

He would use you as an excuse to get away from Pomefiore student, « sorry but my love is waiting » he would said in a polite but slightly smug way

You'd discuss ways to make Pomefiore's uniforms more cool and what should change in the dorm. It would happen most of the time after Vil made a comment that Epel didn’t like.

Kisses in the library between the bookshelves, kisses in the garden, kisses everywhere when no one is around.

The kisses with Epel are such a soft thing, his hair would tickle your face and his hands would slide slowly up to your elbows to cup them.

When the kiss would end, you'd stand a few inches apart and notice the beauty of his eyelashes as his breath would caress your face.

Lilia Vanrouge

It was a hard thing not to notice the strange character that was Lilia Vanrouge.

He could hear your discussions from across the hall, spoke in an archaic way and appeared before you without you seeing him coming.

Actually, that's how you first met him. You were looking for a book in the library and he appeared in your field of vision, the wanted book in his hands.

He introduced himself, asked if you were looking for this book in particular and disapeared after giving it. He literally disapeared. You blinked once and paf ! You were alone.

You understood that what happened wasn’t a dream when he actually called you by your name in potions and asked you to be his partner.

In the first place, you were quite astonished. From what the rumors said Lilia was old, like so-old-I-should-be-dead years old, which means that he is knowleadgeable. Although you surely were not the last in your class, you still didn’t reach his level.

Your regular partner was absent, so you had no reason to say no.

It was difficult to know if he was good or bad at potions because he could propose an ideal solution and then he would assume that « perphaps if we add that the result would be better » (spoilers, it didn’t work but at least the final result didn’t change too much)

Since, he continued to appear unexpectedly next to you, only to disappear the minute you looked away. It was entertaining so you didn’t mind.

« Good evening. I was wondering...is the answer to question number 15 « the heart of a legendary beast »?

Yes, it is…Hey Lilia, as you can see I’m on cleaning duty and it would be nice if you could h-

Thank you very much, it is always a pleasure to discuss with you » and he disapeared the basta-

You would soon start to have tea together, it kind of happened naturally. He asked you once and the invitations never stopped.

At least that's what you would have wished for.

You didn’t get any explanations, from one day to the next he stopped talking to you. There was no more funny stories over tea, no more surprise appearances, not even a glance at you.

Three weeks, three weeks of being ignored. Who can blame you if you were mad at him ?

His absence made you realize many things, the first being how much he had become an essential part of your daily life. It was strange not to talk to him anymore, there was a kind of mourning inside you when you were seeing him, as if he was the ghost of a loved one.

Then, you got a letter from one of your roommates. Because apparently, Mr. Vanrouge didn't have the guts to give it in person.

You've never read such a letter from Lilia before. It was short, to the point and didn't even have a cheap joke as usual. It was for the better, you couldn't bear it if he had acted like nothing happened.

He didn't look up at you when you came to sit in front of him. You waited for him to make the first move.

« Look, I think you're aware that my appearance doesn't match my real age. This kind of advantage is not without a price, I have loved and suffered a lot because no matter what I do ,the end remains the same. Even today, in my darkest moments, I wonder if love is worth if, in the end, I find myself carrying such pain. Some of my loved ones have told me that when they find themselves on the brink of the grave, no matter how much pain our relationship has brought them, they will have no regrets. And it is to honour the memory of those people whose voices I have forgotten that I come to talk to you. What we have between us at the moment may just be a passing infatuation, but I know too well where it's going to lead us. That’s why before we go too far, I need to see your point of view on love. For me, love isn't easy, it's not constant happiness that solves all your problems. It's a complex thing that can pull you down as well as up… I’ve been a bit dramatic on the edges but you need to understand that even if loads of relationships don’t last till the end of a life, ours is bound to be harder. »

You were puzzled. This Lilia was different from the one you learned to know, he was dead serious and his saddened look made you feel a little bit ashamed that you didn’t think about how he felt.

« As you said, loads of relationships don’t last till the end and it’s fine. We don’t need to rush things and we don’t need to think about our future for now. It sounds reckless but to answer what you said : yes, it is worth it. »

You never thought you'd start your relationship with Lilia this way but, oh well here you go.

Everything was the same as before but better. He still appeared where you least expected it but now he hugged you from behind which almost gave you a heart attack multiple times.

Lilia loves passionately. He gives without expecting anything in return and has no reserve with his feelings. He is candid, not hesitating to say what is wrong as well as what is right.

It’s hard to be bored with him. He has always an idea to entertain you or something to tell.

He's quite reserved when it comes to kissing, it's a little dated but for him it's more decent to do it within four walls.

But once in private, that's a different story.

His lips would run through yours, he would take the lead and hold you close to him, it's impossible not to be out of breath after his kisses.

There's a melancholy running through you that you can't explain when he embraces you. It makes you feel small in the face of Lilia's longevity. You can almost feel the dust of those former loves on your fingertips, and one day you’ll be one of them. And Lilia will remember you, because there are some things you can’t forget entirely.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #epel felmier #epel felmier x reader #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons

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lilallama · 4 years ago

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(Sorry if I spell something wrongly lol) Idk, This is my opinion? Gryffindor, Jungkook. Hufflepuff, Taehyung & Yoongi. Ravenclaw, Namjoon & Jin. Slytherin, Jimin & Hobi??? I literally just searched the meaning of each house and just picked one based on the personality shown. Also, If you don't think this matches them, Sorry ;-;

[Don't worry, sweetie ^^. You don't have to apologise! 💕🍑]

Hoseok is a lot more two faced than I actually tend to show. The way he presents himself is mostly a mask. While he seems mostly calm on the outside, he's actually quite the opposite on the inside. Out of all the boys it'd be easiest for him to manipulate/influence Y/n (@bangtans-apollo Tae is quacking-) and he's aware of that. That's one of the reasons why they started the club 1. To protect Y/n, 2. The club concept came because it'd be easier to meet up and they would automatically get a clubroom and 3. Hoseok threatened to tell on them if they don't join, he'd make Y/n despise each one of them.

He is a strong leader (one of the Slytherin traits), I try to make him resourceful (but I am not myself so that might not shine through too much), he is definitely cunning. The whole ordeal with wanting to be with Y/n no matter what is pretty ambitious, I'd say. And lastly the traditionalism trait, he is very into tradition and has to keep his domestic fantasies with Y/n a secret. His parents raised him very traditional, he would hate it if (female) Y/n would ask him out first or would propose first and would at first frown upon his attention to (male or non binary) Y/n.

All in all Slytherin seems very accurate.

Now concerning Jimin; similar to Hoseok he too can be a two faced snake. He doesn't hide his true thoughts from Y/n or the boys, if anything he overshares sometimes (one time he started talking to Taehyung about some... rather inappropriate things concerning Y/n. That got his Y/n privilege taken away for a whole month). And despite practically pleading to be the "dumb bimbo" stereotype, he is surprisingly clever and intelligent. Before Highschool, before he made his first experiences with popular boys, he was a straight A's and B's student. Yet once he had his first boyfriend, he discovered that the people surrounding him typically preferred the dumb blondes. (He actually broke up with the captain of the football team for Y/n.)

He also sometimes displays ambitious, just in a whiney sort of way. Self preservation is definitely something. Unlike Taehyung, Yoongi, Namjoon or Jeongguk, he wouldn't let himself be killed for Y/n's sake. If Y/n were to be killed he would end up deluding himself into thinking a person who looks similar to them is them and would force Y/n's personality and style on them. Cunningness is 100% accurate. He's fake. He pretends to be a silly sweetheart who loves everyone but will spread rumours about you, blame things on you etc. and everyone believes him. His cunningness concerning Y/n is more whiney than anything.

So I do think Jimin fits Slytherin.

Namjoon was raised by strict parents who forbade him a tremendous amount of things and painted his world for him. It was engraved in his head, he was going to be the CEO of their company one day. Yet despite everything he still had a head of his own. Maye it was because if his high IQ that he understood that his parents weren't the only opinion in his life. Don't get me wrong, they still left him scarred (sadly literally, as his father once hit him bloody) and traumatised but not without a mind of his own. Ever since he was small creativity and originality was something he admired and loved. It was partly reason of why he fell for Y/n, their individuality, their mind, their heart, their soul.

We will not need to discuss intelligence, it's a trait he undoubtedly has. He is always willing to learn and showed interest in many different things before Y/n captured his focus. He is most likely one of the wisest members as he is aware of how twisted his love for them truly is (once again something I tend to fail at portraying) and tried to stop it when it started. But somehow that only made everything worse and by now he doesn't care anymore at all. When he was a child he used to be more openly curious than nowadays (as it caused him many punishments from his parents).

I feel that Namjoon would fit Ravenclaw.

Seokjin was spoiled all his life. His parents adored him, other kids adored him, everyone adored him. While he might've acted oblivious he knew that it's because of his money. Similar to Jimin, Seokjin changed when he entered high school. While he always was a pretty intelligent and well behaved student (still very arrogant though) he then became less concerned with studies and once made a teacher cry (that was before he met Y/n). He loves standing out as an individual, that includes making anyone change who crosses his path with the same outfit (not in school as they wear a school uniform. But outside, yes, he has that much power. Everyone knows Kim Seokjin).

As said before, Seokjin is far from stupid. He is a very intelligent individual but doesn't show the extent of his nolage. Instead aiming for a cool "Queen B" persona. He is witty with his comebacks (something I cannot write because I do not possess that superpower), he's quick with his words. He holds respect for people who are 60+ years old as he believes they've been through a lot in life already. These people have wisdom he could only gain by experience and that he respects (there is one very sweet lady that lives alone in a very big mansion a few streets away from his penthouse. He always visits her because he loves her genuine kindness. When he met Y/n she recently passed away and he saw a part of her in them).

Seokjin could qualify for a Ravenclaw.

Taehyung was raised by a very Christian family that he still cherishes very much. Because of their intense belief he was raised to worship. He never fell in love, so when Y/n crossed paths with his, he started showing love how he's used to it (Out of all the boys Taehyung is straight up insane. Something in his brain might be wired wrong, there is no explanation on why he likes them, on why he believed that's what love is because his parents treated him with normal, familiar love. So he is simply sick, there is no "saving" him. He's better of in a mental hospital). But he was always a very kind boy. Giving instead of taking, never wanting anything in return. Out of everyone, Taehyung was the one who welcomed new students and made tons of friends. But he grew out of it as his focus turned to art. He aimed to make his parents proud so he didn't have time for friends.

His loyalty is unlike any other. You could torture him half dead and he'd still forgive you, stay loyal to you, serve you. He is Y/n's servant. He works hard on improving his artistic abilities and also to maintain fairly good grades. For Y/n any labour he'd have to be put through would seem like a blessing. Another trait for Hufflepuff would be fairness and he surely is fair. As one of the least jealous members of the club he really only cares if Y/n's okay with what's happening or could get hurt (he always kets the other members have more privileges than he has because he believes it'd be not only greedy but prideful to want Y/n to hinself. He avoids any sin when it comes to Y/n, envy, wrath, pride, sloth, nothing will ever come near his modern day Jesus).

Taehyung definitely is a Hufflepuff.

If the boy who works two parttime jobs, to pay for rent, bills and food, cleans the shabby apartment by himself because his alcoholic mother is busy messing it up again, yet still treats his mother with kindness, only to be treated like trash by seven more powerful and successful guys in his school who all like the same person he does and still manages to maintain the position as intern and honour roll student at a prestigious school for roch people, isn't in Hufflepuff then I don't know what. This poor soul is incredibly sensitive and kind. He isn't judgemental (as he himself is used to people judging him). All round very sweet.

I think it's very clear that he's very diligent and hard working. He holds great passion for music and enjoys writing poetry, a very sensitive soul. Yoongi isn't someone to complain about something being unfair (cough cough Jimin cough cough) or try and steal Y/n away from them. His day dreams consist of imagining Y/n liking him back, but he is certain that would never happen (according to you guys, it seems a lot of you would pick Yoongi if you'd get to decide). Not only is Yoongi kind but loyal as well, he'd never imagine leaving anyone behind even his useless mother.

Yoongi is 1000% a Hufflepuff.

Jeongguk tends to be hot tempered, he goes from zero to a hundred in a matter of seconds. Everything in life seems like a challenge to prove he's better than others think (his father was a notorious serial killer who killed twenty one people yet got away with a ten year prison sentence and got released after six, ten months later Jeongguk was born). In truth he did not care for anyone else, only Y/n. So all tge chivalry he could muster was directed at them.

He is one brave guy who doesn't get easily scared (I guess living with as well as being a serial killer at sixteen years old desensitised him). Jeongguk is courageous just not in/for a positive way/purpose. He deluted himself into thinking that Y/n needs protection, HIS protection. He once attacked a teacher because they were helping Y/n with a question, that's very daring (more like stupid) just not in a good way. A (still not) more positive example of his daringness is when he wants to impress Y/n. He hung from a skyscraper for five minutes doing pullups, just to inpress them. One time he also jumped across his luxurious pool at home (and almost slipped, almost bashing his head in) just to prove that he can jump further than someone they talked about.

I could very much picture him as a Griffendor.

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pulling up with a baby with tendou bc of the quarantine and how the team would react pls 🥺 i feel like coach washijo would be happy and would try to convince yall to let the bby go to shiratorizawa 🤣

anon ive been having the worst day but this request made me lose my shit thank u so much GOOD LORD LMFAOO

I did my best to do this request JUSTICE lol. it turned into general baby havin hcs but I hope you like it regardless!! its rlly long so my bad 🥺

Shiratorizawa reacting to Tendou + his s/o leaving lockdown w a mfin BABY

OK. so he was prob at your apartment when the lockdown was announced

so since all his shit was already there, he had clothes and a toothbrush n it was just generally more convenient for him to stay at your place

he did! he messaged his mom to let her know where hed be, she Didnt Mind lol (we dont know much ab tendous family so?? aah)

now. not saying yall spent all ur time fucking. but u 100% did

and since u ran out of birth control and condoms pretty soon into quarentine......... 👀

both of u sorta just went

FUCK IT

both of you were pretty in love anyway, and even if things didnt work out, you guys figured that youd always work together to be the best parents for the kid you could possibly be

which led to were ur at now. a measly week out of quarantine. n ur being rushed to the labour ward.

tendou is RUNNING AFTER U W HIS LONG ASS LEGS

shiratorizawa closed for the rest of the academic year, which meant that as a 3rd year, you guys and a lot of the team wouldnt see eachother in uniform again

but not to worry!! to make up for the missed celebrations theyve organised a prom and a couple days where 3rd years can come in and give proper goodbyes to everyone, including the coaches!!

everyone on the team showed up, because they wanted to say bye to their senpais 🥺🥺

but. that's like 3 months from ur labour

so when u n tendou pull up to the school, with a 3month old CHILD they r. astounded.

they know its u guys' tho

literally theres not even the possibility for a JOKE that u cheated on tendou because the kid has the same fucking hair.

it's only a little tuft (u know what anime babies look like lol) but that nose n that hair? TENDOU SATORIS GENES CAME THRU

the baby has ur eyes. and compared to the rest of its tiny little face?? they're fucking HUGE

you guys let ushijima hold him (I feel like youd have a son?) and ngl ushi cries.

it's a single tear but tendou will INSIST that waka was SOBBING years afterward

everyone is so attached to the kid sorry

USHIJIMA IS THE GODFATHER LMAO DID U EXPECT ANYTHING ELSE???

the baby is so attached to semi tho!!! the second semi reaches forward to hold the kid and poke at its fat lil cheeks, hes giggling and blubbering up at his uncle semi 🥺

JWJDJD GOSHIKI FREEZES WHEN YOU OFFER HIM TO HOLD THE KID. HE JUST GOES PALE AND FREEZES UP

REON IS SO GOOD WITH THE BABY

he offers to help you guys go shopping for more baby stuff 🥺🥺 and when his mom finds out ab the kid (team sleepovers were at reons house n u were ALWAYS invited so she LOVES U sorry I make the rules)

she gives u some of reons old baby clothes!!! n ur LOSING ur mind because WDYM THIS TALL MFER WAS ONCE LIKE A FOOT TALL AND WEARING A BLUE BEAR ONESIE???

she doesnt judge u for being a young mother!! I imagine she was too?? Reon is real respectful n I'll be damned if she isnt just as sweet

the coaches are already on your ass about toddler volleyball. they call up a couple friends and have already organized a group for teaching young Young YOUNG kids how to play despite ur son being. 3 months old.

the whole team is Maybe in love with your son

sorry. it's our son now. shiratorizawa owns ur kid :/

when shirabu is holding your boy. the whole team watches as semi get jealous????? over a kid that's NOT his???

hes petty and tells him that hes holding him wrong (hes not)

washijo is obsessed with ur baby. hes so proud of tendou. insisting that ur son being 'the size of a FAT volleyball' is a great sign for his skills in the court

the whole team. is offering money. they know u 2 are JUST out of highschool and with quarentine, are probably pretty low on cash??

BUT !! I 100% hc that tendou draws!! nd hes been doing a shit load of commissions for like. years LOL

n hes always saved that money!! he only spent it on shounen jump, which dont make too much of a dent in the money pile lol

besides he took emergency comms the second you guys found out ab the pregnancy

if you draw/write/do any work from home that's gets you money, then you do that too!!

he forces u to do less work than him tho because hes WORRIED AB U N THE BABY 🥺

but you guys appreciate the offers from your friends!!! Reon and Ushi's mom both volunteer to baby sit when you guys want a date night, thus ur child creating one hell of a friendship between the ex-captain and his vice's mothers 🥺

I'm not gonna go thru ALL the team members reactions

but they're all really happy!! ofc they scold tendou for not using protection and are MAJORLY GROSSED OUT KNOWING THAT THE TWO OF U HAVE INDEED HAD SEX

even tho the fact that satori is a Horny boy should be universal knowledge by now

the team is there for you guys while the baby grows up!! the second the kid can walk ushi is kneeling down and teaching him to spike

tendou is just as bad and insists that his son is a prodigy and should be a pro volleyball player already

LISTEN

TENDOUS SHIRATORIZAWA NUMBER??? HIS JERSEY

U GUYS GET A TINY VERSION OF THAT MADE

EVEN OF HE ISNT DOING VOLLEYBALL ANYMORE THIS MAN IS SO PROUD TO SEE HIS NUMBER ON HIS BOY 🥺🥺🥺👉🏻👈🏻

ur son is a mamas boy n it breaks tendous heart ngl

u make up for it by having a daughter a year or two down the line 😳 n shes OBSESSED with her dad it's cute but also BABY ur 4 please stop sleeping in mommy n daddies bed 🥺🥺🥺

also ur sons first words

oh boy

u can tell that the whole fuckin team has been teaching ur son volleyball stuff

u came home n ur son is sat in the living room SURROUNDED by ur (other) boys

ur (main) boy starts blubbing and bouncing at the sight of his mama 🥺 (or dada/other parent if ur an afab trans person!!!)

you tell off the team for tryna get ur baby into vball when hes barely 6months at this point

but before the boys all leave 🥺🥺 ur son grabs his favourite uncle semi and just goes

'sehtah!!!' (setter)

SEMI BREAKS DOWN CRYIBG LMAOOO

ngl tendou n u r kinda pissed that ur babies first words werent mama or dada. but then u see how happy semi is n u both just 🥺

semi is soft for your son and as the kid grows up hes still attached to him

he cant get away with being a brat though, boys got a whole mfing TEAM of dads/uncles PLUS grampy Washijo are ready to scold this boy

your son (and future daughter) are both SO loved though

theyve always got SOMEONE they know they can depend on

the team loves tendou and they love u, so OFC they ADORE any kids u guys have EVER.

they stay in contact with both of you even if you split up later on, they care enough about you guys that the y/n tendou powercouple is something every new generation of shiratorizawa volleyboys are taught about and introduced to

and YES ANON. WASHIJO DOES INSIST ON YOUR KID(S) GOIN SHIRATORIZAWA

they're guaranteed a spot!! they dont even have to work for it lmfaooo

mostly because coach threatens to leave the school and work with karasuno if they dont confirm them a place

it's an empty threat but it WORKS

the worldwide lockdown of 2020 is something you and tendou remember fondly forever 🥺

even if it was in bad circumstances the two of you made something so positive

this turned into general baby hcs with tendou MY BAD LOL IM IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN AND ALSO CONSTANTLY GOING THRU BABY FEVER

#tendou satori #tendou satori x reader #tendou satori fluff #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #yeah i love kids so much #long post

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btsrmono · 5 years ago

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Trial & Error | chapter 1.

A/N: hey guys ik this is really random for my page but i got bored lol pls enjoy??

Main Pairing: (jimin): student/idol x (main): foreign student

Side Pairs: main x taehyung,, main x (nct) jaehyun

CHAPTER 1

"I still can't believe you're moving."

You sighed, leaning your head on your boyfriend's shoulder. "Don't remind me."

It had been a month since your parents had told you about the big move and school would be starting the next week, which is when you'd be moving.

Ryan lied his hand on your thigh as he squeezed it a bit. "I was thinking, you know," he started, "since you're moving and all... y/n, don't you think it'd be better if we--"

You already knew where this was going. "Break up?" you finished for him. He didn't say anything, causing you to chuckle a bit. "It's alright," you told him. "I've been thinking the same thing."

"You have?"

You took your head off of his shoulder, looking him in the eyes. "Yeah. I mean, it only makes sense, right? What would be the purpose of staying together?" You gave him a small smile of which he returned. You and Ryan had only been together for 5 months, not really making it a big deal.

"You know I care about you, right?"

"Yes," you confirmed. "Same goes here. Just because we're 'ending this', doesn't mean we're ending us. I'll still keep in contact with you and check up here and there."

Smiling at you, he stuck his pinky finger out. "Promise?"

You quickly interlocked your pinky with his. "Promise."

Turns out, saying your goodbyes to your friends wasn't the hard part. You already knew this was going to be a problem but you had been in Korea for over two hours and still had yet to find someone that spoke English. You guys began to settle in your apartment with the help of moving guys, and you had decided that you wanted to take a look around, maybe buy a snack.

Little to no avail, you couldn't find many American snacks like you were expecting to, and when you did, they surely didn't taste the same. Anyway, you was trying to make your way back to your new home when you realized you didn't know where you were going. Google Maps was acting up, and you were too afraid to attempt the Korean you actually did know with local natives. Therefore, you tried to ask, using as much broken English as you could to make it simple on them. However, they weren't very helpful but at least they all seemed nice. You thought maybe if you made one more attempt, you could have hit the jackpot. "Uh, excuse me sir."

The older man stopped in his tracks and stared at you. "Uh... Yes?" He asked, sounding quite nervous.

Right then and there, just from his tone, you knew he wasn't going to be much useful. You politely smiled. "Never mind." You bowed and he went on with his day. Ugh, why were you so scared to speak Korean. You were actually pretty good at it at some point due to your childhood best friend, Shi Ah. Practically her sister, you two were around each other all the time and you easily picked up the language. It was fun because you guys would always say things about people with them right there without them knowing what you two were speaking about.

But, unfortunately, Shi Ah had to move to China Freshman year due to a job opportunity for her journalist parents. The goodbye was extremely hard but you both eventually moved on, you becoming best friends with Mariana and Riley, her doing God knows what. You even fell out of touch so you had no idea what she’d been up to the past few years. It was sad but it quickly became your new normal.

Anyway, you knew, eventually you were going to have to get over your fear of speaking Korean but until then, you sighed and took in the scenery surrounding you to see if anything looked familiar, but nope. You stood there, deciding that maybe it was time to call a parent. As you went to dial your moms number, you suddenly become very distracted.

"Lost?" you heard a voice say.

You looked up from your phone to the girl that now stood in front of you. "You speak English?" you stupidly asked. The girl laughed. "I'm sorry," you apologized, realizing how rude you probably sounded.

"Don't be, it's understandable. What can I help you with though?" The girl was really pretty. She had perfect skin with long blonde hair and bangs that made her wide eyes stand out.

You let out a breath, looking down at your phone. "I need help getting back home."

She giggled. "Already? Come on." She then proceed to walk ahead of you as you, confusingly, followed.

"But wait, you haven't even asked where I live."

"Its alright, we're in the same neighborhood. I saw you earlier," she explained. It then made sense. However, you had not seen her. The girl was gorgeous, you must admit, so you would have remembered seeing her.

"So we're neighbors," you stated.

"Yup."

"What's your name?"

Still walking, she looked back at you and smiled. "Jinsoul. But my English speaking friends call me Zoè. Say which ever you'd like."

You nodded, repeating her name in your head a few times. A habit you picked up in order to remember people’s names.

"And you?" she asked.

"Y/n."

"That’s pretty," she complemented you. “It’ll be hard to forget.”

Only a short block later, you guys were back into the neighborhood. "Thank you so much," you said as you began to reach your doorstep. "I owe you."

After exchanging numbers, she informed you that she only lived a corner away from you and that if you ever needed anything, you could just ask.

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The next day, you were starting school. You walked around the corner and saw your mom in the kitchen cooking breakfast. You knew that your Dad didn't leave the house until 9 am. "Morning, Mom," you greeted her.

She turned away from the pancakes she was in the middle of making and smiled at you. "Y/n! Morning baby, are you excited for school?"

You shrugged your shoulders while smirking as you placed your back pack on the kitchen island table. "I guess. I don't really know what to expect though."

"Well if there's any advice I can give you, it's : Don't stress. Seriously, it'll make everything go wrong."

Instead of a reply, you sighed, still feeling sleepy. "Why are you up so early?" you asked her.

She then proceeded back to making the pancakes. "For you."

"Oh no, you didn't need to do that, Mom. I'm about to leave out."

She looked at you with a confused expression on her face. "Well then what are you going to eat?"

"There's a store around the block, I was just gonna grab a quick snack and head to the school early."

"Early?" she wondered.

You shook your head. "Yup. Want to get my schedule 100 percent accurate and get a mini tour of the building before it gets too crowded." Your mom kind of smirked, looking at you from the side of her eyes. You giggled. "What?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing, it's just nice seeing you be responsible and positive on the first day. I know you didn't exactly picture your senior year to go this way but I just want you to make the best of it and I think you're off to a good start so far, sweetie."

You smiled. She was right, you guess. You did feel very out of place but not in a bad way exactly. You'd rather be home but you weren’t. You were in Seoul, South Korea and what would you be able to do about it? Nothing. So why not do what you can and make it a good experience rather than a negative?

She then turned the stove off and fully looked at you. "Get going. Have a nice day of school!"

As soon as you left the apartment building, you saw the girl from the day before walking in your direction. She beamed widely at your appearance. "Y/n!" she yelled.

You gave her a gentle smile, waiting for her to catch up with you. Once she did, you both continued walking together. "You look nice for your first day."

"Thanks, you look nice too!"

You started to think that she was also going to the store. So you both walked in silence for a little bit until you arrived there. The bell dinged on the door as she opened it. The older cashier man looked at you strangely. She noticed this. "Don't mind him," she said. "He does this to everyone."

You shook your head understandingly. "Okay."

She went over to the fridge section and grabbed banana milk, as did you, then a pack of peanuts and you went up to pay for your stuff while she was still looking. Once she was done, you two stepped back out into the hot heat. Only a few moments later, a group of three good looking guys showed up, talking amongst themselves as they headed to school as well in their uniforms. This made you believe you were getting closer to the bus stop.

On the side of you, you heard Jinsoul let out a slight laugh, making you turn to her. She was looking at the boys. Next thing you knew, they were looking back at her and walking over towards you guys. "A-are they coming over here?" you stuttered.

"Looks like it," she replied cooley, a small smirk glued to her face.

You quickly gave your hair a little fix as you both suddenly stopped walking, waiting for the boys to join.

"Yah, Jinsoul!", one of them said. He continued to speak in Korean as you zoned out, worried about if they would try to speak to you too. Sooner or later, you heard your name being said by Jinsoul and the boys all kind of glanced your way, throwing you off track.

They eventually turned their attention back to Jinsoul, continuing their conversation. All except the one boy, whom was the most adorable of them all. He blankly stared at you, his eyes even squinting a bit.

You shifted one foot to the other as you looked down at the pavement, slightly uncomfortable with this. You then heard him laugh and when you looked back up, he was smiling at you. You nervously smiled back before he finally went back to paying attention to Jinsoul. They spoke in some more Korean.

After a good minute or two passed, you heard them saying goodbye, the cutest one being the only one to wave at you. Once they were out of ear shot, you turned to Jinsoul. "Uh, Jinsoul?"

"Hm?" she wondered, nonchalantly.

"Who were they?"

She laughed loudly before covering her mouth quickly. "Really?" she asked. "You really don't know who they are?"

Of course you didn't know who they were, why was she expecting you to? You tilted your head slightly. "I mean, I'm not from here," you explained.

"True." She began to walk again, you following. "They're all idols."

"Idols?" you wondered. "As in?"

"As in 'famous', y/n."

You slightly hesitated, letting this new profound information soak into your brain. "Famous as in?"

"They sing. Dance. Rap. They're idols. K-pop idols."

You knew of K-pop, you looked it up upon arriving to Seoul but were no expert at it and of course the only people you ever even slightly heard of were Psy, Exo and Got7. Other than that, you were completely ignorant to the Korean pop industry. "Are they all in the same group?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Two of them are. The other one, aka, my friend, is still a trainee, which means he hasn't debuted yet but he's training to."

"Interesting." You walked a few more seconds in silence until you absolutely had to ask their names. Specifically for the one guy.

She deviously smiled, already knowing what was up your sleeve. "I see what you're doing," she stated. "But if you insist. My friend's name is Bae Joon Young. We call him Jacob. The other one is Kim Taehyung and the one that you seem interested in is Park Jimin."

"Jimin," you repeated. "But wait. If they're all famous, why were they in uniform to go to school?"

"Because they have to," she told you. "They all made an agreement that if they ever dropped out of school, they are eligible to be dropped from their company. Plus Taehyung and Jimin just debuted so they have to listen to their company right now. It's a pretty logical idea if I do say so myself."

You guys finally arrived at the bus stop and she explained to you what you would do after being released at the first stop. You both went to different schools. While you went to a Foreign school, she attended a performing arts school with a ton of other inspiring and/or famous people.

Of course you saw the boys again at the bus stop but they did not bother you guys this time, instead, they met up with their other friends that were also at the bus stop. The bus eventually pulled up around 7:30am and everyone got on board. Since both schools were basically right across from each other, all students got off at the same spot too. The only difference is that you and about two other students had to walk an extra block before actually getting to the International school. Once you finally arrived there, you took a deep breath and headed inside.

A/N: Bruh, I’m sorry this chapter was so BORING but it was the 1st. It should get a lil more interesting moving forward since we got most introductions out of the way. More Jimin to come next chapter!

ALSO: I’ll be putting a gif of a main character each chapter at the end! For this chapter, we have Jinsoul, the friendly neighbor and school bus buddy!

STAY TUNED

PART 2

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alitaimagines · 5 years ago

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request: “can I request literally anything Ouran hshc lol this bitch is starved for content.”

kaoru hitachiin x fem! reader

fandom: Ouran High School Host Club.

note: this is one of the two Ouran requests which is cool. since the request is vague, I hope you like it.

The holiday season was in full swing at Ouran. Being that you were one of the few lucky commoners who got to attend Ouran, you were involved in a million and one clubs. One of them being the Ouran Student Council. You were invited to help decorate the ENTIRE campus with Christmas trees, lights, mistletoes, anything Christmas-y, you were hanging up. You were being paid for the extra time and you weren’t going to lie, Ouran was paying you a lot for it.

Being that you were a commoner, you had gotten close to Haruhi. She helped you around and the two of you found comfort in each other because even Haruhi needed a break from the likes of the Host Club.

You hated that Ouran made you wear those stupid frilly dresses as uniforms and if you were honest, you would have much preferred to wear the boys uniform but alas, you were stuck with the tacky pastel yellow dresses. You even hoped that Ouran would at least let you wear a formal skirt with the boys blazer but they didn’t allow it. It also didn’t help that when you had to go out for groceries, you sometimes went in uniform to the store and people eyed you down like you some kind of meat. Although, a part of you did like the attention.

“Haruhi, are you coming to the formal expo this weekend?” You asked as the two of you walked into school. “The student council is hosting it and we’re all being forced to attend it so I was wondering if you could possibly, maybe, come with me to the store to find something to wear after school?”

Haruhi rolled her eyes. “Yeah I’m going. Kyoya is making the entire host club go so you’ll see me there but you know I’m not useful in those things. I can go but just as company.”

“That’s all I need you there for! Thank you so much! Love you!” You said as you gave her a kiss on the cheek and ran off to class. “Don’t forget, come to my door and we can head there!”

Haruhi nodded as she walked her way to class. Now it was up to her to make up an excuse to the Host Club as to why she wouldn’t be able to show up later.

She knew that the Host Club liked to intrude on her daily life so she prepared her usual “I’m sorry for these idiots” speech for you. It wasn’t that Haruhi was embarrassed of the Host Club, okay maybe a bit, but she didn’t want you to be so caught off guard by the charisma and borderline clinginess that the Host Club had.

As the end of the day grew closer, she had already gotten permission to skip a day by Kyoya and made her way to your class.

“Hey, we should get going, the mall is a bit far and I want to stop and put gas before we leave.” You said as you took the keys out of your bag. “I’m surprised your club let you come with. I know how important it is for you.”

Haruhi shrugged. “Don’t worry, we’ll see them eventually.” While you wanted to question what she meant, the two of you got to your car and hauled your book bags inside of the trunk. “

The two of you got to the mall, only to find it eerily quiet. To the common person, the two of you being dressed in Ouran uniforms, it would have made it seem like the two of you were rich and dating and if you were being honest, it made you laugh.

“Let’s go inside of this store, dresses looks kind of cheap!” You said as you walked inside of the nearly dead store. “I just have to send pictures to my mom. She’ll hunt me down if she doesn’t see the dress I picked.”

Haruhi laughed as she found a bench as she watched you pick out a handful of dresses. As much as she didn’t like wearing dresses or wasn’t too keen on fashion, she did give you any advice she thought would be helpful.

“Does this look good?” You asked as you flopped your arms down annoyed. “What’s the look you’re going for?” Haruhi asked. “Probably to make it seem like I’m one of the rich ones even though I’m not?”

Haruhi gave you a thumbs up. It was a two piece dress. The top was a white plain tank top with the skirt being a floral pattern. It was under $100 and you were sure you that your mom was going to approve.

“Am I on crack or do you keep hearing whispers?” You asked as you looked around the store. “I think I’m going insane.”

Haruhi sighed knowing what you were talking about. She had been hearing the voices of the host club behind the racks of dresses but decided to ignore it until you mentioned it.

“Who do you think that is?” “Is she dating them?”

“You guys can come out now.” Haruhi groaned as she sunk down on her chair. “Do you guys have to follow me everywhere?”

You were a bit confused as to who Haruhi was talking too. You quickly zipped up the dress again and unlocked the door of the changing room. You were surprised to see so many boys suddenly appear.

“Oh!” You said as your face came down with realization. “You guys must be the boys from the Host Club!” You stuck your hand out for them to shake but you were pleasantly surprised to have them kiss your hand to shake.

“You’re ( your name ). You’re one of the commoners at Ouran. You’re in the same year as Haruhi but in a different class. You’re apart of the student council and Ouran’s Orchestra.” Kyoya said as you felt a bit off-put by his sudden information. “We’ve heard a lot about you.”

You nodded as you shook the hands of the rest of the boys. It wasn’t until you made eye contact with one of the twins when your face went red. You didn’t know who was who but you had seen them with Haruhi before.

“I’m Kaoru Hitachiin.” Was all he said as he let go of your hand.

You felt your face warm up as you retracted your hand from his grasp. The rest of the boys continued their conversation as you went up to the register to pay for the dress. You couldn’t help but notice the looks from Kaoru as you gave the woman your debit card.

“Hey, we’re all getting dinner if you want to tag along.” After buying groceries for your dorm as well as buying your dress, you were left completely broke. “I would but I’m broke as shit. You guys can go ahead though.”

“I’ll pay!” Kaoru blurted as you gave him a surprised expression. “No because she’s going to remain in your debt forever and I’m not allowing that.” Kaoru shook his head no. “It’s free. We’ve always wanted to try commoner fast food.”

You wanted to protest but the smallest of the group grabbed your wrist. “Please! Please come with! It’d be so cool to have Haruhi’s friend with us!” The boy gave you the sweetest face and you couldn’t deny him. “Sure, I’ll make sure to pay you back!” Kaoru shook his head no once again.

The group walked towards the food court and found the biggest table they had. You followed Haruhi to the stand she had. It looked like it was sushi which you couldn’t help but sigh. Being that you had a shell / seafood allergy, you were stuck ordering avocado nigiri sushi.

“Thanks!” You told Kaoru as you put your hand on his arm. “It means a lot and I’m sure I’ll see you Saturday so I’ll be able to pay you back.”

“No, it’s free. You don’t have to pay it back.” You sighed knowing you weren’t going to win this argument again. “Fine but don’t be surprised if you find money in your book bag Saturday.”

Kaoru chuckled as he tried to put his Host Club face on. He thought if he put himself in the mindset of you being another girl, it would be easier to speak to you but he couldn’t. There was something about you that stuck out to the younger twin.

The both of you walked back to the food court and sat down with the rest of the Host Club. You couldn’t help but smile at both Haruhi and Tamaki. Deep down, you knew that those two were going to end up together and it warmed your heart.

“Hey, your club is hosting the formal expo tomorrow. What time does it start?” You heard the other twin ask. You finally looked up from your sushi. “Oh, dinner starts at five and the dance at seven. If you ordered a ticket, you have to be at the dinner in order to stay for the rest of the expo.”

Haruhi sighed. “I’m the one getting tickets so I’ll be the first one you see! I heard the food is going to be fantastic.” They all nodded knowing Ouran didn’t play games during formal expos and school dances.

After all of you had dinner, you seen that Tamaki offered to take Haruhi home which gave you a bit of time to lazily walk to your car.

Through the rest of the week, you had been noticing Kaoru in the halls a lot more. You hadn’t said hi to him yet but as you were getting your books out of your locker, you seen him walking up to you. You quickly dusted off any invisible dirt.

“Hey!” You said as you shut your locker closed. “I’m actually heading to your Host Club later today. I need to talk to your vice president about a collaboration we’re doing with all of you.”

Kaoru smiled. “That’s cool! After you’re done with Kyoya, come by me! I’ll make sure to book you and we can have some dessert!” You nodded as you felt yourself yawn. “I apologize, I’ve been staying up late with homework and trying to get all of the decorations up for the expo tomorrow but for sure! I hope it’s something tasty!”

Kaoru nodded. “It will be!” You laughed as you ruffled his hair and walked into your class. “I’ll see you later today!”

By the time the end of the day came, you felt yourself exhausted and ready to pass out from sleep. You grabbed your book bag and walked towards the Host Club with absolutely no energy.

“Hey, I’m looking for Kyoya?” You asked Haruhi as she pointed over to an empty table. You quickly thanked her and walked over to the megane student.

The both of you got to work on the details the two clubs were working on. The student council was hosting a maid cafe after Christmas break so all the girls were going to be maids as the Host Club was going to offer company to any of the girls who asked for them.

“You know, I’m not the one who brought up this idea.” Kyoya said slyly. You gave him a confused look. “It was actually Kaoru. He mentioned working with the student council the day after all of us had dinner.” You couldn’t help but laugh as the warm feeling came up again. “I have to thank him. I’m actually booked to be with him in a few minutes.”

Kyoya nodded. “Figures. You’re the only girl who’s ever gotten Kaoru by himself. Any other girl would be stuck with the both of them.” Again, you wanted to ask what Kyoya meant but he didn’t bother to elaborate as dismissed you.

You made your way to Kaoru who was already by himself with a large plate of red velvet cake and a mug full of coffee and tea.

“Hey! I’m sorry I kept you waiting. I had to finish off all the stuff about the maid cafe next month.” You explained as you took a sip of the coffee. “Haruhi told me you liked coffee over tea so I found you the greatest coffee we had.”

You couldn’t help but give him a smile. “Thank you! Any coffee could’ve been fine but I appreciate it. I’ll make sure to secure all of the Host Club together and at one of the best tables we have.”

With that, the two of you continued to talk until you realized you had gone way over your limit. The sun had set and had missed dinner.

“I need to head out, I have to be up early tomorrow for the expo as well as try to find something to eat.” You said getting up from the couch. “I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”

Kaoru nodded as he grabbed your book bag from the ground and handed it to you. It was blue and white book bag with a bunch of buttons on them. As he gave it to you, he noticed one of them fall off and by time he picked it up, you were already gone.

Kaoru looked down at the button and seen it was a quote.

“Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost.” Kaoru tightened his grip on the button as he shoved it inside his pocket.

You woke up mid afternoon the next day. You were way more tired than you’d like to admit. You groggily took a shower and did your makeup before taking the dress out of the closet.

After slipping the dress on, you quickly fixed any makeup that you needed to before fixing small mistakes on your hair.

By the time you got to Ouran, students and any faculty were already inside. You put on your heels before making your way to the ticket table and taking over. It was an hour before seen the entire Host Club walk in.

“Hey! You guys are sitting near the table and closest to the dance floor!” You said handing all of them a bracelet. “I’ll see if I can sit down and have dinner with all of you but I doubt it.”

They nodded as they all headed to the table. “You look amazing.” Kaoru said as he gave you a smile. “Thanks! You as well!” He blushed as he slowly made his way to the table.

He was hoping that you would be able to have dinner with them but it got continuously busier and looked like you weren’t going to have a chance. Once it calmed down, he decided to take you a plate over to the table.

“Thank you!” You said enthusiastically. “My shift is actually done! So I’m going to finish this up and head over to the table.” Kaoru nodded as he sat down on the empty chair.

The two of you talked for a while as you put the box of tickets underneath the table and ate. The food was amazing and funny enough, the music wasn’t outdated and boring.

“Do-do you want to dance?” Kaoru asked with shyness in his voice. You laughed. “Of course.”

You took Kaoru’s hand and made your way to the packed floor. You noticed Honey dancing with a bunch of different people as Tamaki had dragged Haruhi out during the slower songs. By the time your feet got tired, you noticed how swollen they had gotten.

“Take my shoes, it’s the proper thing to do.” Kaoru said as he took his loafers off and handed them to you. You raised his brow. “Kaoru, my feet are tiny compared to yours.” Kaoru shrugged as you went down and slipped off your heels.

“How about we go sit down outside? That way I can sit and you don’t have to give me your shoes.” Kaoru nodded as you used him to hold yourself up until you got back outside.

You hoped that it wasn’t too cold outside considering your dress didn’t have enough layers to make you warm. The both of you made your way to the court yard of Ouran.

“So, I’m surprised Hikaru is even letting me near you. I’m told from Haruhi that the two of you are very very close.” You joked as Kaoru chuckled nervously. “Yeah, he’s not too pumped about it. He’s been clingier than usual.”

You smiled. “It’s nice though. Having siblings that close to you? I have three older ones and we’re not as close as the two of you are. I imagine he’s found someone special as well?” Kaoru nodded no.

“He hasn’t. He’s still is stuck in the past which is why the Host Club is good for him. Its commitment without the actual committing.”

“He’ll grow out of it, I’m sure.” You whispered. Out of instinct, you leaned up against it. “Just make sure Hikaru feels the love the two of you had with each other when you finally get into a relationship. You don’t want to leave him out in the dirt.”

Kaoru nodded as you sighed. You seen your breath in the air due to the cold.

“You won’t mind?” Kaoru asked as you realized what he meant. You whipped your head up and realized what he meant. “Wait-.”

You giggled as you lifted your head up and gave him a kiss. Kaoru pulled apart and give you a surprised look before leaning back into the kiss, this time making it steamier then before.

“You won’t mind dating a ‘commoner’?” You jokingly asked as Kaoru shrugged. “Who cares?” With that, Kaoru pulled back for another kiss. You ran your hands through his orange hair which prompted him to sigh into the kiss.

“I KNEW IT!” Honey screamed to Mori from inside the dance hall.

Tamaki and Honey had excitement written on their faces as Kyoya tried to figure out how this relationship would affect the Host Club. Haruhi had a small smile written on her face as Hikaru stood in the back of the group.

Hikaru wasn’t happy, not one bit, but he couldn’t do anything about it. He was watching his twin brother grow up and while it hurt him, he knew it had to happen.

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absolutely smitten (i'll never let you go) [branjie] - cherubi

(alternatively titled: useless lesbian pining)

(alternatively alternatively titled: how many times can i write words like ‘smile’ or ‘smirk’ in one fic)

wanted to write a fic inspired by absolutely smitten by dodie. finished it after about a month. here we are.

hope you guys enjoy this fluffy little pining fic! thank u to pinkgrapefruit & ace for looking through this for me and to everyone in the brainstorming discord channel, lol.

tw mild sexual harassment (partway through the section of ‘handsome stranger, you have made her happy, the first in a long time’)

she knows this feeling all too well,

she feels her heart begin to swell

Vanessa had had her fair share of crushes in her life, the majority of which having never been requited. It was just her luck, only ever crushing on straight girls, girls she didn’t even know. So she knew exactly how it felt when she saw a pretty girl across the room and became fixated on her for far too long. And she could feel that today was the day she’d have another one of those crushes the second she saw that woman across the room.

She usually hated working on the gym’s reception desk, having to deal with sweaty men constantly trying to flirt with her. God, she hated how they’d sneakily try and flex their muscles, leaning against the counter and winking at her, and all she could notice was the sweat dripping down their foreheads. It was somewhat of a relief to see such a beautiful woman walk through the door rather than another twenty-something-year-old man reeking of sweat and toxic masculinity. And, fuck, she was beautiful; tall with her long blonde hair in soft waves against her back. Vanessa watched as the woman stopped after coming through the entrance, running a hand through her hair before pulling it up into a high ponytail.

As she wondered what it’d be like to run her hands through that hair, see if it felt as soft as it looked, she realised that she was fucked.

handsome stranger,

you have made her insides turn to jelly

She’d been too busy watching that she didn’t realise when the woman had reached the counter, waiting to check in. The woman waved a hand in front of Vanessa’s face, an amused smile on her own at the obviously distracted girl in front of her.

“Hi? I’m Brooke Lynn Hytes, I’m supposed to have a training session now?”

Vanessa blinked, looking at her for a moment before nodding.

“Oh yes, sorry!” she finally said, turning to her computer, “Brooke Lynn, yeah?”

“Yeah. Two words, though - Brooke,” she paused, raising a hand to emphasise her point, “Lynn. I’m not a city.”

Vanessa let out a snort of laughter in response, looking back up at Brooke. The other raised her eyebrow, amusement still on her face, and Vanessa coughed, attempting to compose herself.

“Okay, Brooke. Kahanna, your trainer, she should be out in a minute. Do - uh - d’ya want some water or anything while you wait, or-”

It was at that moment when Kahanna had walked in, greeting Brooke and inviting her to follow; Vanessa couldn’t decide whether it was a blessing or a curse that she’d interrupted her rambling. Brooke started to follow Kahanna, but paused, looking back at Vanessa with an apologetic smile.

“Bye, Miss Vanessa,” she said, and then she was gone.

Vanessa took a moment to sit down after the woman left, butterflies dancing in her stomach even after the short interaction. She was intrigued by this Brooke Lynn Hytes woman - and she hoped she’d get to see her more often as the weeks went by.

she wants to dance around the room,

kiss you until your lips turn blue

Luckily for Vanessa, Brooke coming to the gym had become a regular thing. Unluckily for her, seeing the woman so often, tight gym clothes and messy hair, had turned her intrigue into a full-fledged crush. It had become more than just admiring how she looked - she’d gotten to know Brooke somewhat through their limited interactions whilst waiting for Kahanna to come in. Brooke preferred cats over dogs, Brooke taught dance at a local school, Brooke preferred tea over coffee, and Vanessa? Vanessa was obsessed with Brooke, apparently.

It hadn’t really hit her how bad her crush was becoming until she woke up one morning from a dream involving Brooke pinning her down, lips on her neck and - fuck. Since then, her mind had been wandering to the other girl far too much, picturing herself resting her head on Brooke’s chest, or playing with her hair, or walking through the park with their fingers interlaced. Maybe this was more than one of her usual crushes.

The morning she woke up from that dream, she came into work and practically begged A’keria to let her do anything but work on the reception desk right then. A’keria, the good friend she was, just laughed when Vanessa finally explained the story, telling her to go back to the reception with a ‘get it, girl’ and, well, if she was blushing and stumbling on her words a lot more than usual that morning, Brooke didn’t mention it.

handsome stranger, you have made her wonder

… is she pretty?

Vanessa had noticed after a few weeks of Brooke coming into the gym that she’d been spending much longer getting ready for work on those days she knew Brooke would be in. She’d began to worry more about her appearance at work, even getting up earlier to make sure she had time to make herself look presentable; she’d spend more time on her eyeliner, try more intricate hairstyles than the messy ponytail she’d usually wear, make sure her usually crumpled uniform was smoothed out. Though she was usually one for waking up ten minutes before she had to leave, rushing around the apartment because her bed was just too damn comfy, she’d now given herself much more time when she knew Brooke would see her.

Unluckily for Vanessa, whilst Brooke had noticed the change - she’d complimented her on her hair or her makeup more than once - A’keria had also noticed it, and was quick to question it the second Brooke had left the building. Feeling her face heat up when the other confronted her behind the counter, Vanessa couldn’t exactly convince A’keria that she wasn’t hopelessly in love with a woman she barely knew.

There was a glint in A’keria’s eye after Vanessa had attempted to explain her situation. SHe was planning something, Vanessa could tell, but before she could question it, she heard the familiar sound of the door opening and a customer walking in. She settled for a glare in A’keria’s direction, the other grinning back at her.

she’s absolutely smitten,

she’ll never let you go

“Why’d you put me on stocking the vending machines today?” Vanessa asked, trying to hide how much she was struggling to carry the box of assorted bottles to the counter top.

“Eh, figured you’d need a break from the counter,” A’keria replied, a small smirk playing on her lips.

“And you forgot that I can’t fuckin’ reach the top of the machine?”

“Girl, figure it out,” Vanessa glared at A’keria, who grinned back, shouting an overly kind ‘love you!’ before walking away, ignoring Vanessa’s yelling.

Vanessa sighed as she grabbed the first few bottles from the box, organising them into the machine. She was just hoping that she’d finish before Brooke walked in, if only so the woman didn’t have to see her struggle to reach the top of the vending machine (and totally not because Vanessa wanted to talk to her again).

As it turned out, Vanessa didn’t get what she wanted, and she froze momentarily when she noticed the jingle of the door and the familiar scent of Brooke’s body spray. She pursed her lips, standing on the tip of her toes as she attempted to slot the bottle she was holding onto its place at the back of the machine, trying to ignore Brooke’s presence in the room.

“You, uh,” Brooke started from behind her, noticing her struggle, “you need help with that?”

“Nope. I’m totally fine. I can reach.” Vanessa responded through gritted teeth and leaned further into the machine. She could tell Brooke was stifling a giggle - probably with that fucking smile she’d have on her face whenever Vanessa did something stupid - so, eager to prove she didn’t need help, she tried harder to reach the back of the machine and, as if Vanessa always had to do something stupid whenever Brooke was there, she felt her foot slip.

She had to stop herself from letting out a gasp when she felt a hand tentatively grip her waist to steady her.

“Why A’keria asked me to do this, I’ll never know. Child.” she said, turning her head to face the other, Brooke’s eyes locked on hers. Vanessa could almost feel the other’s breath against her forehead, noting that if she tilted her head slightly, she could probably kiss Brooke, and - Brooke let out a laugh, quickly removing her hand from Vanessa’s waist and stepping back slightly. The taller woman ran a hand through her hair, face tinged pink.

“You sure you don’t want any help?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Uh,” she paused, looking at the still half-full box of bottles she still needed to put into the machine, “maybe? If you wanna help? But, I mean, I can just get A’keria to do it, it’s not-”

“Hey, it’s fine. Gives me a reason to put my height to use for once.” Brooke responded, reaching for the bottle from Vanessa’s hand, hand brushing against her own as she did so. Vanessa hadn’t noticed the height difference between the two, not fully at least, until Brooke was towering above her as she easily placed the bottles into their slots. God, she was so tall, and stunning, and Vanessa just wanted Brooke to hold her, and-

She made eye contact with A’keria from behind the counter, catching a smirk on the other girl’s face.

If she hadn’t been utterly screwed before, Vanessa knew for sure that, right now, she was 100% smitten with Brooke Lynn Hytes. She truly was fucked, and she - along with A’keria, apparently - knew it.

that girl just there, yes, she’s the one,

with cupid’s arrow in her bum

It was A’keria who next interacted with Brooke, making sure Vanessa was anywhere but on the reception when the blonde woman entered. Brooke looked momentarily confused, A’keria clocking disappointment on her face for a split second, but just as quickly as A’keria had noticed, Brooke had put on a bright smile and had moved towards her.

“Morning!” A’keria welcomed.

“Hey,” Brooke walked up to swipe her membership card, “how’s your morning going?”

“Pretty quiet, honestly. But, y’know, I haven’t been working on the reception for ages. It’s usually Vanessa doing this stuff.” she answered, trying to watch for any reaction to the mention of the other girl. Brooke turned away, a small smile on her face, before humming in response. She began to walk away, pausing for a moment before looking back.

“Where is she, by the way? I, uh-” she stopped as if in thought, “it’s quite quiet in here, don’t you think?” she let out a laugh.

“Oh, just… about. Oh, by the way,” A’keria added, “any chance I can say something before you go?”

“Uh, sure, I mean-”

“I was just gonna say, I’ve noticed,” she glanced behind her to make sure Vanessa wasn’t listening in, “that you get along quite well with Miss Vanessa here.” She smirked, watching as Brooke parted her lips slightly in shock.

“I mean, I guess. She’s - she’s very nice.” Brooke spoke slowly, worried she would say something wrong under the scrutinising eye of the receptionist opposite her. Unexpectedly, A’keria cackled in response.

“Ah. She’s very nice, huh?”

“I mean-” she cut herself off, unsure of what to say. Luckily for her, at that moment, Kahanna had walked out looking for her, and Brooke let out a breath, “I don’t know. She’s nice, yeah.”

“Okay. Well, just thought it was worth pointing out. You two really seem to get along. And I’m tellin’ you this, just because I know she ain’t gonna do anything about it. Anyway,” she put on her best customer service voice, speaking in the overly kind voice she uses to talk to angry customers, “have a nice day! Thank you for coming!”

Brooke watched in shock as A’keria walked away, contemplating what she’d just been told. She’d thought Vanessa was pretty, yes, and she was absolutely smitten with the girl, as she’d told Nina multiple times since she’d first walked into the gym. She couldn’t get over the sly smirk on A’keria’s face as she spoke about how Vanessa enjoyed talking to her. Brooke had previously thought the woman was just kind because - well, she had to be. But after hearing what A’keria had said, she thought back to all of their interactions; of the look in Vanessa’s eyes as they stood far too close to each other, of the way she adorably stumbled on her words when Brooke was there, of the raucous laughter Brooke received after every joke she made. But then again, she was probably overreacting, maybe A’keria had just meant that Vanessa preferred talking to her over the sweaty old men flirting with her, or just that they got along as acquaintances, and not - well, not whatever Brooke was hoping it was.

She convinced herself that whatever she was hoping was irrational as she followed Kahanna into the gym and shook her head, willing herself to get her mind off that receptionist.

It didn’t work.

handsome stranger, you have made her happy,

the first in a long time

It was a few weeks later when Brooke came in unexpectedly; Kahanna had called in sick, and Vanessa knew she’d told all of her clients so, figuring they wouldn’t come in if they didn’t have the personal trainer to work with. She’d selfishly been disappointed hearing Kahanna was ill for the pure reason that she likely wouldn’t see Brooke. When A’keria asked, she’d answered that she was worried about Kahanna getting iller - the way A’keria looked at her though, that knowing glint in her eye, proved she knew that wasn’t the reason.

“Hey,” Vanessa welcomed as Brooke neared the desk, a slight confused edge to her tone, “y’know Kahanna’s off ill today, yeah? Figured I’d told everyone, but knowing me, I coulda forgot.” she continued, despite knowing that Brooke had been the first person she’d contacted.

“Yeah. Decided to come in anyway, though - gotta keep that routine going, you know?”

Vanessa hummed in response, reaching for a towel and placing it on the countertop. She expected Brooke to take it and be on her way, but when she looked up, the other was Brooke her, a small smile on her face.

“How’ve you been?” she asked, leaning slightly on the counter.

“Huh?” Vanessa blinked, confused that she’d stayed when she easily could have gone into the gym.

“How are you? Just tryna make conversation, I guess.”

“Oh! I’m, uh, I’m pretty good. Been quiet this morning with Kahanna being off and all.”

“Quiet? With you in here? I somehow doubt that.” Brooke joked, her perfect lips curved into a smirk.

“Bitch!” Vanessa yelped, swatting at Brooke playfully, before pausing, her face turning red. She looked down at the floor as she rambled. “Sorry, oh my God. That was unprofessional of me, I just-“

“Hey,” Brooke tried, Vanessa continuing to worry, “hey.” She said once again, moving her hand to gently tilt Vanessa’s face up to make eye contact, “it’s fine.”

Vanessa took in a sharp breath, noticing how close their faces were once again and taking a step back to stop her from doing anything else stupid.

“Sorry, I just,” she sighed, “I don’t know why A’keria hasn’t fired me, honestly. Not sure I’m cut out for a customer service sorta job.”

“You’re likeable, though. People love you.”

“I mean, I guess. But I’m not prosef- profeso- I’m not smart and business-y and stuff.”

“Everyone loves you anyway, Vanessa.”

Before Vanessa could respond, a man had walked up to the counter. Brooke jumped, shuffling to the side of the counter, a small smile on her face as she looked at Vanessa. Vanessa cursed the man for interrupting their conversation, figuring that Brooke would leave now that their chat had been cut off.

“Hey, princess,” the man leered at her, reaching to run his fingers through her hair. She stayed frozen, unsure of what to do for a moment as he twirled his hand through a section of her hair, before jerking away suddenly.

“Please don’t touch me, sir. You can sign in here,” she said, trying to move his focus onto the sign-in scanner.

“And this pretty little lady’s allowed to?” he responded, gesturing towards Brooke, who looked uncomfortable under his gaze, fists clenched on the counter.

Unsure of how to respond, Vanessa looked to Brooke, making uncertain eye contact. She’d hoped that the man would get bored, but as he continued watching her, she figured it wasn’t going to be the case.

“Because I’m her friend. You’re a strange man trying to touch an innocent fucking receptionist, and I think it’d be smart for you to fuck off.” Brooke said, tone cold and voice held back as if she was trying not to yell. The man glared at her, letting out a grunt before storming into the gym. The two stood in silence for a few moments before Vanessa took in a shaky breath.

“Fuck. You okay?” Brooke broke the silence, concern for the shorter woman evident in her tone.

“Eh. I’m used to it, I guess. They’re like this most of the time.” She looked at Brooke with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Brooke’s heart broke for her.

“You want a hug?” Brooke asked as she noticed Vanessa still faintly shaking. The shorter woman nodded wordlessly, walking around the counter to snake her arms around Brooke’s waist. Vanessa’s body relaxed into Brooke’s as Brooke moved her arms to hold her, resting her chin against Vanessa’s head. Vanessa felt safe with Brooke’s protective arms around her, felt warm in the embrace. She sighed as Brooke rubbed her back before parting from her, a faint blush on both their cheeks.

“Thank you,” Vanessa whispered, turning to walk back behind the counter. The two stood in a strange but not uncomfortable silence as Vanessa began to rifle through some papers on her desk in an attempt to get something done to get her mind off of how badly she wanted to kiss Brooke right now. She absentmindedly tapped her nails on the desk rhythmically, unaware of Brooke regarding her with a small smile on her face.

“Hey, Vanessa?” Brooke broke the silence first.

“Yeah?” Vanessa looked up from the sheets on her desk, tilting her head.

“You look really pretty today.”

Vanessa could feel a blush creeping up on her face, and ran a hand through her loose hair somewhat self-consciously.

“Thanks, Brooke,” she responded after a moment, her voice much softer than any other time Brooke had heard her speak.

“So she can speak without yelling. Who’d’ve thought?”

Vanessa let out a snort of laughter, aiming a mock glare in the other’s direction before the two burst out laughing. God, she really liked Brooke - really enjoyed talking to her, joking with her, just looking at her, honestly.

The two chatted for longer than either of them had expected or planned, Brooke waiting off by the side of the counter whenever someone came in and Vanessa had to work before resuming whatever conversation they’d been having prior. Vanessa caught herself falling for Brooke even more with every joke she made, every time she caught the other watching her with a smile when she thought Vanessa wasn’t looking.

Brooke had been shocked when she looked at the clock for the first time since she’d arrived, noticing how long she’d been eagerly chatting to the receptionist. Realising she’d probably been stopping Vanessa from getting her work done, and noticing that she also had work to do, she bit her lip, contemplating whether or not to leave. While she didn’t want to, she knew she probably should, if only to make sure Vanessa didn’t get in trouble for not working all day.

“Oh God, I should probably be leaving now, huh? Didn’t realise we’d been chatting so long,”

Brooke noticed Vanessa’s face fall slightly in response, the eager smile she’d had previously from a joke they’d made fading.

“Yeah. You probably have shit to do,” Vanessa replied, looking down at her desk.

“I’ll see you next time I’m in, I guess.” Brooke picked up the gym bag she’d placed on the floor however long ago - at this point, she wasn’t even sure, having only been focusing on trying to make Vanessa laugh the whole time they’d been talking. She loved hearing the other girl’s laugh; a loud, joyous laugh filling the room, making Brooke want to laugh with her. Vanessa’s smile, too, was gorgeous, she noted, as she pictured how Vanessa had grinned up at her, listening intently to whatever she’d been saying.

“Bye!” Vanessa shouted as Brooke began to walk away. Brooke turned around, blowing an exaggerated kiss to the younger woman before shouting ‘bye’ back as she walked out of the door.

Vanessa didn’t even notice that Brooke had never gone into the gym until A’keria pointed it out to her, the unused towel still on the edge of the counter.

did you just whisper in her ear?

words she only dreamed to hear?

A few weeks later, Brooke came in slightly late, much quieter than usual. She seemed in a rush, hair already in a haphazard bun and face flushed as if she’d been running.

“Hey,” Vanessa began, “you okay?” she questioned unsurely, as if she couldn’t decide whether or not she should ask.

“Yeah,” Brooke responded after a pause, “just stressed, I guess. You don’t need to worry about me.”

Unconvinced, Vanessa raised an eyebrow but chose not to question it further. She figured if Brooke wanted to talk about it, she would, and constantly questioning her would probably just annoy her.

“Hope you’re doing okay, Brooke.”

Brooke smiled gratefully as she walked in to meet Kahanna.

Vanessa watched, confused, as Brooke left. Brooke had seemed anxious, almost; like how a student would look in the run-up to their exams. She just hoped the other woman would feel comfortable enough to talk to her about it at some point - she wanted to be there for her.

Brooke stepped out of the changing rooms refreshed after the workout, it having served to clear her head, if only temporarily. As she walked, worry began to overcome her again, thinking about all of the what if and the how do I do this and - she paused, took a breath. Noticing A’keria working down the hall, she decided to go over and talk to her, if only to warn her of what was about to happen, knowing she’d be interested.

A’keria noticed her presence before she’d even reached her, stopping what she was doing to wave at her, grinning.

“Hey, boo. This about Vanessa?” Brooke knew she’d figure her out quickly, but hadn’t expected it to be this quick; she opened and closed her mouth in surprise, wondering how exactly to respond.

“Yeah, actually. I was thinking-”

“You wanna ask her on a date finally?”

Brooke spluttered, once again unexpecting of such a quick response. Worry began to bubble up in her chest again,

“Uh, yeah,” she spoke slowly, trying to gauge A’keria’s reaction to the idea. The other’s smile grew wider.

“God, I’ve been waiting for this!” she exclaimed, her hands waving a little in excitement..

“Yeah,” Brooke smiled shyly, “you think it’s a good idea? She’ll want to?”

“Honey, if only you knew what I’ve gone through since she first saw you. If she doesn’t, I’mma be mad. You should go for it.”

Brooke’s worries calmed slightly in response to the encouragement, and she nodded. Before she could say anything, A’keria was speaking again:

“If you wait a minute, I can go on the reception. Y’know, let Vanessa go out on break.”

“You’d do that for me?”

“Just as much for her as it is for you,” she paused, smirking, “for me too, actually. Maybe she’ll finally shut up about you.”

Vanessa hadn’t expected to have a break right then, but she sure as hell wasn’t complaining - especially when she saw Brooke come out at around the same time. The taller woman still seemed anxious, picking at her nails, but somewhat less so than she’d seemed this morning. Vanessa smiled at her when they made eye contact, gesturing to the outside door.

“Come with?” Brooke nodded. If Vanessa didn’t know better, she’d have thought she saw Brooke look back and nod at A’keria. She figured she’d imagined it.

Brooke followed Vanessa around to the side of the gym and leaned against the wall. She thought she looked absolutely stunning under the mild sunlight, hair tousled slightly from the wind.

Vanessa reached into her pocket, grabbing a packet of cigarettes and holding it out to Brooke

“Want one?”

“Thanks,” Brooke answered, reaching for one out of the small box and lighting it with the lighter Vanessa offered her soon after.

“It’s nice out here,” Vanessa started, taking a drag of her cigarette, “if ya ignore the dumpsters, I guess,” she grinned.

Brooke hummed in response.

“Hey,” Vanessa paused, turning to face Brooke, “you wanna tell me what’s up, now?”

“Nothing’s up, really. Kinda anxious, I guess.”

“‘Bout anything in particular?” she questioned. Brooke shrugged.

The two smoked in silence for a few moments, Brooke’s hand brushing as she shuffled next to Vanessa.

“Vanessa?”

“Hm?”

“Forgive me if this is too forward, but. I was wondering. If,” she paused, trying to figure out what exactly she was going to say before it all came out a jumbled mess, “if you wanted to get coffee with me after you finished work? Whenever that is. I mean, you don’t have to, obviously, but-”

“Hey. I’d love to,” Vanessa answered, interrupting Brooke’s rambling. She responded without fully registering the question, jaw dropping as she actually took in what Brooke had just asked. She grinned as she tilted her head up to look at Brooke properly, “Yeah, I’d love that.”

“It’s a date then, Miss Vanessa.”

“Better be a good one.” Vanessa deadpanned, sticking her tongue out at Brooke, who rolled her eyes in response.

“Shut up,” Brooke smirked, “Y’know, I was scared to ask you. A’keria sorted me out though.”

Vanessa’s eyes widened, remembering the interactions she’d thought she’d imagined between Brooke and A’keria. She thought back to the times A’keria had specifically put her on anything but the counter when Brooke walked in, to how she was suddenly given a break as Brooke walked out, to the nod she thought she’d seen between the two only minutes prior.

“Wait, bitch!” she shouted in shock, “What the fuck! Y’all was conspiring, I knew you was!”

Brooke just shrugged, a wide smile on her face at Vanessa’s antics. She reached out to grasp the other’s hand when as she waved it about. Vanessa paused her yelling to look at Brooke, a small smile on her face.

“You’re cute.” Brooke said, pulling Vanessa’s hand so the two were stood closer to each other and moving her other hand to rest just above Vanessa’s waist.

“Oh, I am?” Vanessa responded flirtily, twisting her hand through the ends of Brooke’s hair. She bit her lip as she looked up at Brooke, a glint in her eye.

“Yeah. Real cute,” she repeated, a small smile still playing on her mouth, and licked her lips. She ran her fingertips up and down Vanessa’s back, Vanessa standing on her tiptoes as she maintained eye contact with Brooke.

“Awful kind of you,” she whispered, her face edging closer towards Brooke’s, both knowing that they only needed to lean in a little more before their noses were touching, before their lips were. Brooke breathed out, her breath tickling Vanessa’s nostrils, and made the move to kiss her. Unexpectedly, Vanessa stepped back, Brooke already missing the warmth against her body. Brooke pouted, reaching out for the other’s hand.

“You’ll have to take me on that date first, Miss Brooke,” she whispered, a smirk playing on her face, as she stubbed her cigarette out and walked away, the sway in her hips much more prominent than before. Brooke shook her head fondly as she watched the other leave, excited to spend more time with the fiery girl whom she’d become truly enamoured with.

and it’s too late,

you believe in fate,

you’re absolutely smitten,

you’ll never let her go

#rpdr fanfiction #branjie #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #akeria davenport #pining #cherubi #tw mild harassment #s11 #lesbian au

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luck-13 · 7 years ago

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Thank you so much for all the information.I knew about the director, but not about Christa Winsloe, who wrote the original play, or the fact that the writer was a lesbian. I will look for your blog, as I am interested in learning more about this film. I really appreciate if you recommend readings related to Winsloe's lesbianism and the fact that her play was inspired by her own life. Also, When the play was first published and whether there is any translation of it into English. I am sorry, if I am asking much, but I am really interested to read more. I watched this movie 11 years ago, and rewatched it recently. I wonder why I couldn't see how special it was before. I also wonder if it was inspired by Clemence Dane's novel, Regiment of Women (1917), or maybe vice versa, in case that the original play was published before 1917? I see much similarity between the two story-lines, and scenes, and characters, though the essence of the love relationship between the pupil and the teacher is completely different in these two works, as in Regiment it is manipulative, abusive, and non-mutual. Have you read Regiment, or any article discussing the connection between the two works? I also love the music so much. One of my all time favorites, or maybe the best. I never get tired of watching your video. :)

(Source: another comment to my video (Mutual Love at First Sight - Mädchen in Uniform https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bJVYYV3dLE) by Xena Gabrirlle.)

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Hello again :D

At first, sorry, the title of the book in German is Das Mädchen Manuela, and this is the tag on dorothea-wieck but the link in description is correct.

Warning. The answer is very long, and it's muuuuch longer than I thought. I suppose, no complains from both sides (my writing and your reading of this is/will be enjoyable.) Mädchen in Uniform is my yyyeeess, but Christa Winsloe /with or without MiU is so much yes.

Also, sorry for the long links, but I think about shitty redirecting which Tumblr uses and if it's wrong all the links are not links.

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Yes, I can recommend you something. I'm one of lucky owners of Christa Winsloe's autobiography, but it's in German. (I have almost no German, but I've read a little with 100% help of Google translate and some other sites.) You can be a lucky owner too. eBay has the best variants to chose from, so search for Auto-Biographie und andere Feuilletons. (Yes, it's also about Christa's love of cars.)

Also, I would recommend Christa's (semi?)-autobiographical book Girl Alone about her lesbianism (including a way of finding her real lesbian self *(me) waving by pride flag*), but Amazon has no copies *Whyyyyy??? T_T* If I'm not mistaken it's in English originally (!!!). Winsloe was giving English lessons in her early 20's, so I think writing in English was easy for her.

SEARCH HERE: www.amazon.com/GIRL-ALONE-Christa-Winsloe/dp/B006G3YZB0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1530739149&sr=8-1&keywords=Girl+Alone+Christa+Winsloe

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NOW, ARTICLES (not too much details, or it will be endless):

1) "The fact that her play was inspired by her own life."

Hertha Thiele's (Manuela) interview with a little bit about Christa. The article starts with info about the film, about Thiele & some info from two interviewers about Thiele's opinion on MiU, etc.

It has my most favourite Christa's quote (the only one known apart from what she wrote???) This is also about me. "The experience (life at boarding school Stift) is one which I had to write from my heart."

tlweb.latrobe.edu.au/humanities/screeningthepast/reruns/thiele.html

2) It was found via Tumblr. How first of two known Christa's partners/lovers/girlfriend's, Dorothy Thompson fell in love with Christa Winsloe and about their relationship. That Fateful Christmas, 1932 (my title.) There's also a few pictures with Christa. However, her portrait with autograph (!!!) is on another site too. I've found the photo a few years ago via Google, but source was different.

http://www.eclecticatbest.com/2012/12/dorothy-thompson-and-sinclair-lewis.html

3) Yesss, the photo with autograph is part of short biography in German

http://www.fembio.org/biographie.php/frau/biographie/christa-winsloe/

4) A little bit similar to #2. This is where I found my most favourite Christa's photo which is profile picture on YouTube.

http://thisrecording.com/today/2014/7/10/in-which-dorothy-thompson-could-not-forget-vienna.html

5) I suppose I stumbled upon this article long ago, but I don't remember reading it. At least, I remember this user. https://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/2112318.html

!!!!!! 6) There somewhere were 2 parts of a very rare article. . . I have to find the parts again . . .

Yesss, Google search querie Christa Winsloe Erika Mann (the last played Fräulen von Attems who taught girls how to play in 1931 movie version) gave what we need, but the second part.

Title: Maedchen in Uniform. From repressive tolerance to erotic liberation. Author: B. Ruby Rich

So, here are both parts:

https://www.ejumpcut.org/archive/onlinessays/JC24-25folder/MaedchenUniform.html

https://www.ejumpcut.org/archive/onlinessays/JC24-25folder/MaedchenUniform2.html

7) Oh, and don't forget to read Wikipedia (Christa and MiU):

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christa_Winsloe

German version is probably more detailed, but (I forgot to mention) it has Christa "Kate" Winsloe. LOL, Käte is Manuelas Mutter in the book. Therefore Christa made part of herself related to Manuela through mother. (I can talk about this and other similar "coincidences" forever, just ask for more.)

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mädchen_in_Uniform

Articles found after "asking" Google. I've never read them before or completely now.

8) Mostly about Christa + MiU, and a little about a few years after.

http://www.lesbengeschichte.de/Englisch/bio_winsloe_e.html

9) The movie (and the book) is based on the play "Gestern und heute" (Yesterday and Today). Something about it (15 pages).

https://www.academia.edu/1780103/_Yesterday_and_or_Today_Time_History_and_Desire_in_Christa_Winsloe_s_Mädchen_in_Uniform_._In_German_Life_and_Letters_65_2012_457-471

There are much more (something new, not repetitions), I suppose. You can simply search Christa Winsloe on Google, but I think this long list is enough.

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"When the play was first published and whether there is any translation of it into English."

Going back to article #1, "Winsloe was a lesbian. She wasn't even sixteen when she married Baron von Hadvany (There's an) - the marriage only lasted two or three days, yet they both remained in contact for a long time. I met the Baron shortly before Christmas in 1930 on the occasion of the Leipzig theatre premier of Rittner Nerestan (which I later called Gestern und heute - Yesterday and today)."

Sorry, I don't remember where I read it, but I distinctly remember that the first version of the book (Rittner Nerestan, as we can say judging by Thiele's words) had been written during Christa Winsloe's marriage.

Somehow another articles says that Christa had been married for years. In one article was info that she left Ludwig von Hatwany and moved ??? (place was mentioned). Anyway, I suppose the info that ex-husband helped Christa by money is true. Christa is a great sculptor and artist (drawings), so I'd like to use second part of a pun found on Tumblr (about her marriage). "The details are sketchy."

Christa was born on 23.12.1888, so she turned 16 in 1904. Therefore, according Hertha Thiele this can be the year.

However, the play on the stage was in 1930 (because it was a year before the movie), and final version was probably written in 1933 as Amazon says https://www.amazon.de/Das-Mädchen-Manuela-»Mädchen-Uniform«/dp/3861995387 Despite of this, my memory gives 1932 as the year. Maybe it's just the difference between finished book and publication.

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The book yes, is translated, but I have no idea if the first play survived ever the way as it was in German.

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"I am sorry, if I am asking much." LOL, don't be sorry, another Christa's new fan. Honestly, because of my habit of trying to talk (to almost everybody who asking/commenting about MiU which has happened rarely) about Christa, I suppose there are ~5 of females who became her fans, and you are the 6th :D

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"I watched this movie 11 years ago, and rewatched it recently." Wow, 2007??? You were lucky.

I watched it on 11.24.2011 only because I wanted to watch teacher/pupil, but couldn't believe this was possible. Then I found MiU on one of the lists on Wikipedia (lesbian movies, not LGBT ones, I'm sure). Happily, it's not tragedy, so I decided to watch.

I've watched parts too many times to count, and even listened to parts as audio. German pronunciation is sooooo beautiful.

" . . . and rewatched it recently. I wonder why I couldn't see how special it was before."

Agree 100% with part since "how". The reason why MiU is special for me is it's higher rated, boarding school-included (instead of public one), more emotional (Manuela's part before she tried to end her life) version of my since 11 to 13 y.o. past.

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"I also wonder if it was inspired by Clemence Dane's novel, Regiment of Women (1917), or maybe vice versa, in case that the original play was published before 1917?"

Hmmm . . . We both have no idea now. If Hertha were right, The play was written in 1914, so . . . maybe?

Honestly, I haven't even heard about this book. BUT it's seems like a challenge forms to try to turn "manipulative, abusive, and non-mutual" relationship into completely opposite. *rubbing hands in anticipation*

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Regiment_of_Women Ooooh YES, yes, yes, this book is very similar to MiU, and now I have some ideas even before reading. Thanks :DDD

● Update: YAY, I’ve found Regiment of Women by Clemence Dane on Play Books (complete and free), thanks to gutenberg.org 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁 (This is also a separate post with main tag #XenaGabrielleAsk)

Also, I've found (accidentally) own post and your mentioning the book probably solves the mystery I've been unable to solve until now. Manuela is in love with the Headmistress??? Yes, you read these words exactly. (Sorry, my English wasn't good then, and I can't correct the post :( ) http://dorothea-wieck.tumblr.com/post/58436934031 (Whole part of an article with my comments.)

ALSO, later update: http://middleagedwomen-curves.tumblr.com/tagged/tell-me-your-story/chrono It's females' stories about their crush/love, and a lot are teachers ❤ It's sooo interesting and also some can be used as ideas.

Ooooh, thanks to Instagram there are some similar great pictures, but Google found one as text also. Imagine Fräulein von Bernburg's doing this to Manuela. "Before you kiss a girlーgrab her waist, pull her closer to your body, look into her eyes, look at her lips while you're biting yours look back at her eyes again, grab her face gently, then slowly lean in and kiss her. It'll drive her crazy, I promise.

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Since you're MiU fan, I can recommend you something better than a manipulative teacher.

1) Have you watched Cracks? LOL, I have a blog about this too (but it hasn't been updated for a number of years.) http://cracks2009.tumblr.com No spoilers, except I'm 1000% sure main girl will never abandon her dearest teacher. Also, it's based on a book by Sheila Kohler. My long search gave nothing, so I had to buy this book. Somehow, eBay had a cheap brand new one.

2) How about Loving Annabelle? The info everywhere is that it's ~ based on/similar to/remake of MiU 1958, but nothing about 1931 version *angry* But it has some wonderful f/f scenes :DDD Alternative end is the only reason for YES, instead of *why the Hell it ended this way?*

3) Bloomington is about a student and college teacher, but it has f/m in between because of almost "I hate you" (not at the same time), and split up in the end :(

4) Olivia, 1951? It starts almost like MiU when main character is a new pupil at boarding school. BUT no teacher/pupil kiss, only pupil/pupil. However, the girl loved her teacher so much, and was looking at her (when she was reading to the girls) almost like Manuela.

I watched it once in 2012? (and maybe rewatched lesbian parts later), but it's what I remember about lesbianism there.

● Update 5) I've found a post here on Tumblr and remembered Matilda by Roald Dahl Great Children's book. There's also movie, but I've not watched it completely yet. (No spoilers, if you don't know, but it's the happiest ending of sll teacher/ pupil f/f if a few I've ever read or watched.)

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"I also love the music so much. One of my all time favorites, or maybe the best."

YES?! YES? I thought of commenting that it's probably my most favourite classical piece. GREAT.

● Update: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DZdiY1pTaR4 is the video the music is from.

Aaaand: https://dorothy-zbornak.tumblr.com/post/57970831013 This is version as a song in Polish :D I added original lyrics and translated it in English (I understand all (except one line) finally.)

Oh, also there were periods in the past (during a few years until a couple of years ago) when I listened to song version many times + music version too (but much less times) on repeat and am listening now too *happy*

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"I never get tired of watching your video. :)"

THANKS. I tried (but there's one grammatical error, unfortunately).

I thought I did it in another video, but this one has it more than one timeーlonger kiss.

Part from Hertha's interview, "When the film went to Romania, a letter came from the distributors there, asking `Please, twenty more metres of kissing'." I wanted this too, since the moment I'd read these words, and I found a way (not 100% realistic as it's clearly a freeze frame at least one time, but yes, it IS longer.)

You can look for more MiU-related videos on my channel. I have some fan-fictions/drabbles about Elisabeth (von Bernburg)/Manuela too.

http://dorothea-wieck.tumblr.com/tagged/fanfiction (there are some that aren't mine, though), but I can look and give link to each if you need.

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Oooh, have you ever watched Anna and Elisabeth? The same Wieck and Thiele as lead characters. My 2nd of top 3 lesbian films (and I wrote fan-fictions too; because these two must be happy together as characters).

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● Update: The end of your first comment, "the maker/director was a woman and as some scholars suggenst probably a lesbian herself." I forgot about it/forgot to comment. Yes, you're right about Leontine Sagan (Schlesinger // Wikipedia confirmed I remember right.) I read about it somewhere. Also, she played everybody's favourite E.v.B on stage. There are 2 posts from her book Light and Shadows (bought and upload by a girl from East Russia.) http://dorothea-wieck.tumblr.com/post/114300921565 http://dorothea-wieck.tumblr.com/post/114397860189

She's much better looking than masculine 50 y.o. Meltzer? in the very first version in 1930 on stage in Leipzig (Hertha Thiele was chosen by Christa Winsloe for stage, and for the movie probably too, but there were many girls who tried, so Thiele wasn't sure (she would be chosen for the movie too).

I don't know if I'm the one, but Sagan as Bernburg look like combination of Dorothea Wieck and Christa Winsloe (oh, the director of the movie playing E.v.B. on stage look like E.v.B. in the movie + MiU's author). Great.

Also, once I went a little too far and . . . (AU visual story (with terrible proportions due inability to correctly combine wide-height of original and new part(s)) based on Thiele's interview) http://dorothea-wieck.tumblr.com/post/87629548774

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Hope we'll talk more soon.

You can send me an ask (but it won't allow much of a text) http://dorothy-zbornak.tumblr.com/ask, or send a submission (longer) on dorothea-wieck.tumblr.com (I made ability to submit only there), but it will be answered on dorothy-zbornak.

If you have any better ways, I'm ready to think about any.l

#XenaGabrielleAsk #ask

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bunnyscribe · 7 years ago

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Sure As the Setting Sun, Chapter 1

Fandoms: Mob Psyco 100, Boku no Hero Academia Warning: Canon-Typical Violence Length: ~7k

“I'm sorry Mob-kun,” Tsubomi says apologetically. “I just can't reciprocate your feelings right now.”

She genuinely does look sorry as she says it, her eyes filled with a gentle sort of pity. A soft smile sits on her face, sad and pretty, but it does nothing to soften the crushing blow of her words.

“I'm not interested in a relationship right now,” she says. “The timing is all wrong. I'm moving, I'm starting high school soon, and I've got my future to worry about. Even if I want to, adding a long distance relationship would just be too much.”

She breaks Mob gaze almost guilty, her eyes shifting down the bouquet of flowers. She bites her lip.

“You understand,” she says, voice quiet, desperate, “don't you?”

Mob stares at her blankly, attempting to make sense of the situation. Emotions roll around like waves under layers of suppression, an invisible counter sitting at seventy-nine...seventy-nine...seventy-nine…

“I understand,” he says finally, less because it's the truth and more because it feels like the right thing to say.

And it seems his intuition has done right by him for once, as Tsubomi looks him in the eyes again, her face warmer than it had been a moment ago.

“Thank you,” she says. She ghosts her fingertips atop Mob’s arm. “I'm glad you understand, we all have to plan for the future.”

Mob suddenly thinks about the blank academic aspersions sheet that he had gotten in class a week prior, sitting on his desk at home and collecting dust. Something stirs in him, though his consciousness instinctively crushes it down before he can even dwell on what it is.

“Yes,” he says, his voice hollow even to his own ears. “The future is very important.”

Tsubomi’s smile twinges as if something had just poked at it. She doesn't falter, however, leaning down to press a light kiss against Mob’s temple.

She pulls back so quickly that Mob barely even has time to process it. He raises a hand, pressing it against the spot where pressure had been. He realizes, despite hoping for this for two years, he actually doesn't know how to react.

The steady pressure in him moves like a heartbeat in response to his confusion; spiking and dipping before evening out again. Mob barely notices.

“Thank you,” Tsubomi says again. She backs away from him, movements delicate as she does, like she's being extra careful not to crack any eggshells she's standing on. “I’ll see you at school, Mob-kun.”

“Wait,” Mob says.

Tsubomi freezes up mid turn, suddenly still as a statue. She slowly turns her head, looking back at Mob with an expression that he can’t read.

“Please,” Mob tacks on a moment too late.

“...Yes?” Tsubomi prompts after a moment of awkward pause.

“Tsubomi-chan, I just wanted to thank you,” Mob says, his gaze drifting down towards his feet. “My master told me recently that is the journey that matters and not the destination. My feelings for you allowed me to grow, so I can not regret them. I-”

Mob risks a glance up, meeting Tsubomi’s awestruck gaze head-on. He flushes with embarrassment, unused to that type of expression being directed at someone as plain as him. His eyes dart back down to his feet, his head tilting so the red of his cheeks won't be as obvious.

“-Thank you for meeting me,” he finishes lamely.

Tsubomi chuckles. “You're a really good person, Mob-kun,” she says. “I hope you find something you really want.”

And with that final, confusing sentiment, Tsubomi turns around and walks away.

Mob watches as she goes, staring after her retreating back until it disappears around a bend in the path. He stands there long after she’s gone, unsure of what to do next.

It’s only the disappearance of the sun that gets him moving again, aware that his family will worry if he arrives home too late after dark.

His body feels heavy as he walks like he had just loaded some kind of burden onto it instead of relieving one. He grasps around inside himself for some kind of solution, an answer to an unknown question, but his subconscious stubbornly keeps it on lockdown.

He makes it to the entrance of the park without recollection of how he got there, and probably would’ve continued home in that trance had someone not laid a hand on his shoulder.

He turns around and finds himself looking up at a smiling mask.

“Hello young man,” says a distinctly feminine voice. “I'd like a moment of your time if you would.”

“I'm not interested in buying anything,” Mob says, and goes to keep walking.

However, the person holding him has other plans. The hand on his shoulder grips tighter, strong enough to lock him into place but not quite enough to hurt. The person's head lolls down as if they were too woozy to keep it upright.

“Now one second, sir,” they say, a slight edge in their voice. The tilt in their head covers the masks in shadow, changing the smiling face into something far more menacing. “You look troubled, I just want to help you.”

“I'm fine,” Mob says. “Thank you though.”

“It must be very difficult coming from such a rough home life,” the person prods, tugging on Mob’s shoulder.

Mob stumbles back a half step. “My home life is good, I love my family very much,” he says. “Could you let me go now?”

The fingers grip tighter, nails biting into his uniform, before easing up. “Are your grades good?” the person asks.

“They're alright,” Mob says, pulling himself forward and breaking the person’s hold on him. “I'm not really concerned about them.”

The person hums as Mob moves to leave, tilting their head backward in an exaggerated motion and pulling their hand up to their chin. “Is it...an issue with love?”

Mob stops in his tracks, throwing a dark look over his shoulder.

“Aha!” the person exclaims. “It seems I've got it!”

“How did you know about that?” Mob asks.

The person in the mask stares at him, the silence growing tenser as the moments pass. “If you are troubled come with me,” they finally say, “I know someone who can help you.”

Mob hesitates. “I have to go home…”

“You'll become popular,” the person says.

Mob thinks of all his training, all that work that went into strengthening his body in order to stop relying on his quirk. He had wanted to find something charming about himself, desperately searching for solutions for problems like love and popularity.

And he had failed.

“Alright,” Mob says. “Let’s go.”

.-.-.

The person takes him to a group of dilapidated apartments little ways away from the park, a poor area that was never truly repaired after a major villain attack a few months back. They stop in front of one that’s not as quite as destroyed as the others, though through a broken windows Mob can see the chaotic toss up of objects and the cracks in its structure.

“I know it doesn’t look like much,” the person says, opening the door before glancing over their shoulder at Mob, “but this is the sacred meeting place of LOL.”

“LOL?” Mob asks, following them inside.

The person says something else, but Mob’s attention jumps to water droplets falling from the ceiling. It hasn’t rained in days as far a Mob knows, so there must be a pool of water on one of the upper levels. He makes a mental note to keep an eye out for mold.

“...And just remember,” the person says, their hand on Mob’s arm snapping him back into the conversation. “LOL is in no way, shape, or form a suspicious cult.”

The person pulls him into a now open elevator. They quickly hit a button, and the doors shut slowly, like a trap triggered in a tomb, sealing away Mob’s last hope of escape.

The elevator is rickety, moving slowly down towards the basement with jolts and groans. Mob tilts his head up and is greeted with a flickering fluorescent light. The sound of machinery grinding is the only sound that fills up the small elevator, it’s occupants both silent and unreadable.

After a few minutes of descent, the elevator creaks to a stop and the doors slide open with a small, barely heard ding. Light floods inside the elevator and Mob has to squint to be able to face it directly. A mass amount of blurry shapes fill the room, all chattering amicably amongst each other.

It takes a second for Mob’s eyes to adjust and realize that they’re all just people, hundreds of them, crammed from wall to wall in the basement. Every one of them bears a smiling mask, hiding their faces from view, and clothes that are in slight disrepair. Whether is filthy shoes, holes in clothing patched together in mismatched fabric, or shirts that look far too big, they all jointly carry some symbol of poverty. Mob wonders to himself if they live around here.

He turns back to ask his guide but finds that they have disappeared.

“Oh!! A boy without a smile mask!” someone shouts.

“A newcomer!” another chimes in.

“We should get him to the stage!!” a third voice says, and a chorus of other voices make noises of agreement.

Mob barely has time to blink before he’s being hoisted into the air by complete strangers. “No,” he says, too quiet to be heard over the jovial crowd. “Please, don’t touch me.”

His request goes unnoticed, as he is flung from person to person in a humanized game of hot potato. With the rise in his discomfort, despite how desperately he attempts to smother his emotions, his counter ticks up.

Eighty percent.

Mob feet finally hit solid wood and he spins around so fast he almost trips, wobbling in place. He looks out over the crowd, but the glaring stage lights are so bright that he can’t see anything past them. Including the elevator, he notes with a level of agitation.

“Mob-kun?” a voice asks, sounding surprised.

He turns, meeting eyes with a girl dressed up in a Salt Middle School uniform. The light blue tint of her skin clashes against the bright red velvet of the curtains, almost washing her out. She stands, back rigidly straight, her posture so taut it almost looks like it hurts. Her finger twitches over the button on the camera hanging around her neck.

She squints at him, as if in disbelief. “Why are you here?” she asks.

Ahh, she’s from my class, Mob thinks as he struggles for a name, unable to pull one out of his brain despite the semblance of familiarity he has with her. He remembers her quirk has something to do with her eyes...maybe?

“Oh,” he says, a polite but unsteady smile forming on his face as he glances from her back out to the crowd. “Someone brought me here, but I’d li-”

Mob is interrupted by the sudden screeching of the crowd. “LORD DIMPLE!!” comes the harmonious cry, followed by applause and whistling.

Mob looks past the girl to where another figure is shuffling out from behind the curtains. He too bears a smiling mask, hiding whatever true expression he has underneath of it. However, whereas the rest of the group dressed in worn down clothes, this man wears an extremely fancy suit. It looks as uncomfortable as it does expensive, and Mob would probably feel bad for the man if he didn’t look so confident in it.

The man steps with clumping steps to the front of the stage and waves a hand above his head.

The cheering audience abruptly goes silent.

“Welcome everyone!!” comes a booming voice from behind the man’s smile mask. “I, Lord Dimple, have arrived to share a wealth of happiness with you all! But first…”

Dimple produces a large bucket, seemingly out of nowhere, and drops it into the hands of a person below him. The person scrambles to pull something out of their pocket and drop it inside. Coins, Mob hazards a guess at the sound of the metallic clink that comes when they hit the bottom. The bucket is passed to the next person and the process is repeated.

“We must give to the church!” Dimple says. “The wealth of the church is the wealth of us all!!”

A man with horns to Mob’s right, also without a smiling mask, scoffs. “So I was right,” he says, loud enough to be heard over the clanking of coins. “This is just all one big scam.”

There's a pause before Dimple’s head slowly tilts, the eyes of the mask almost eerily giving the man a once over. “It appears,” he says, voice dripping in honey, “we have a skeptic.”

The crowd bursts into uproarious laughter, though Mob doesn’t think anyone said anything funny. It stretches on an ungodly amount of time, to the point where the sound of it grates against Mob’s ears like concrete. Can’t they just get to the point already? he thinks, glancing up to the sweating face of the man next to him.

“Stoooooop!!” Dimple shouts, and again, the laughter abruptly comes to a halt. Dimple turns again to look at the man. “My good sir,” he says. “You would not be here if you were entirely doubtful of this organization. Believe me, my power will bring good fortune into your life, a wealth of happiness.”

“You mean your quirk?” the horned man asks.

“No,” Dimple answers, his head tilting and covering all but the eyes of his mask into shadow. “My divine power. A power so powerful it just can’t be contained into the measly word, ‘quirk’! A gift, to me, from the Gods themselves! The power of-” he swoops a hand out towards the crowd- “laughter!!”

The crowd devolves into laughter. Mob feels like this is getting old.

“Now,” Dimple says, turning back to the audience. “Friends, family of the church, today we have three new members joining us! What a wonderful surprise! Today they shall smile and laugh, and their burdens will lessen! For we all know-” his voices drops here, sinking into something far more dangerous that goes right over Mob’s head- “those who don’t laugh will continue with an unhappy life...until death.”

This actually seems to startle a laugh out of the horned man. “Are you serious?” he asks, looking surprised that he’s even speaking. “If just laughter makes your life easier, then you all must not be suffering through any hardships.”

The room is silent after that, tense in a way that Mob can’t quite pick up on. Next to him, the girl from his class twitches, sweat beading down her forehead as her eyes sweep over the crowd. Her gaze lands where the elevator should be.

“Mezato-san?” Mob asks quietly, her name suddenly popping into his brain alongside his concern. “Are you alright?”

She jumps, glancing over at him and then back out towards the elevator. “I-”

“Who is this man?” Dimple asks.

“I found him sitting on a bench in the park,” a person says, raising their hand out of the crowd. “He was looking blankly up at the sky doing nothing.”

“Ahh,” Dimple says. “Ahh, ahh, ahhhh...A victim of the recession, how unlucky.”

The horned man jolts in the corner of Mob’s eye as if having been struck by something.

“However sir, you needn’t worry!” Dimple exclaims. He begins moving over to the three of them on stage, his steps graceful and light like a hunter stalking up to its prey. “We have just the cure here at LOL! You will smile again.”

Mob goes stumbling back down into the crowd.

It takes him a second to realize he’s been pushed, and another to register the hands now grasping at him. They pull him, tugging his arms and legs, fingers tapping his waist, brushing against his face, too much, too suddenly. Sweat pours out of him, hot and horribly uncomfortable.

The hands puppeteer him down to the floor, before disappearing completely.

Mob can still feel the imprints they left against his skin, unnaturally warm spots that feel wrong and foreign.

“Now!” Dimple says, now alone on the stage and standing on the edge. He swoops his arms out in a wide and flowy gesture, the eyes of the smiling mask piercing into Mob’s. “Let’s give our new members a taste of happiness, shall we?”

An object gets thrust over Mob’s face, obstructing his vision momentarily. He blinks, the world coming back slightly darker than it was before. He’s confused for a moment before coming to the conclusion that he’s seeing through a smile mask.

Something buzzes in the back of his head, faint but still there. The urge to please, to obey someone wholeheartedly and find joy in their happiness. However, because it’s so small and so oddly out of place, Mob’s subconscious swallows the feeling whole before he has time to ponder where it might have come from.

“Yes?” Dimple says, speech muffled but curiosity evident in his tone. “It appears you have something on your mind.”

“...Yes,” Mezato says slowly.

Mob turns the sound of her voice and finds her to his right, staring down at the camera she holds in her hands. She bites her lips, her shoulder so tense that they almost are touching her ears. And then, as if a switch has been flicked within, something steels over in her eyes. She straightens herself out, posture relaxing into something confident and authoritative that Mob can only dream of.

“I-” Mezato swallows- “This religious cult, LOL. You were only formed around month ago, weren’t you? And yet, you already have these many supporters? It’s just too suspicious.”

Dimple chuckles, “Oh my...You weren’t brought here by one of my followers, were you?”

At this, Mezato puffs herself up, going from confident to borderline aggressive. She brandishes her camera up like a weapon, holding it up for everyone to see. “I am Mezato! A future investigative reporter! I’ve heard some bad rumors about you, and I’m here to expose them to the public!”

“Bad rumors?”

“You’re brainwashing these people, perhaps with the assistance of a quirk,” Mezato says, unwavering in her accusation.

Dimple huffs, standing up straighter and gripping his hands together behind his back. He radiates confidence to the point where even Mob knows whatever expression is lying under Dimple’s mask is smug.

“I am not a fraud,” Dimple says, no ounce of uncertainty in his voice. “I shall prove it.” He lifts up a hand and gestures over towards the crowd.

Mob catches the sight the horned man from earlier, who has apparently also had a smiling mask shoved onto him. The man reaches up, pulling the mask slightly off of his face to reveal an unsettling smile. His eyes scrunch up as he begins to laugh hysterically, his shoulders bouncing from the force of it. The joy is unprompted, the unnaturalness of throwing Mob off.

“Hun, this is weird…” the horned man says, his fingertips coming up to brush against his lips as if they were a novelty. “I’m not happy, but I’m still smiling…”

People surrounding the man burst into laughter as well, sharing congratulations and telling him how wonderful he looks. The bucket Dimple had handed out before, now filled almost to the brim with loose yen, is thrust in front of the man.

“Give thanks!!” someone shouts, and the rest burst into an enthusiastic agreement.

The man, still laughing, starts feverishly rooting through his pockets. He pulls out a wallet on the third one he checks, jerkily opening it and dumping its contents into the bucket.

“Do you believe us now?” Dimple asks. His voice reminds Mob of his mother’s when she’s asking him a question she already knows the answer to. A scolding tone that screams, there’s a right way to answer this.

Mezato hesitates for the first time since she started talking, her camera shaking in her hand. “It appears...I’ve overstepped my boundaries,” she says, taking a small step backward. “You really do seem to be laughing to feel better. I’m sorry if I caused you any trouble.” Another step back. “I’ll be going now.”

“You think you can come in here, disrespect our happiness, and leave?” Dimple asks, venomous. “You can not just escape the consequences of your actions. You don’t even need to apologize, just show to us that you mean it.”

Mezato squeaks as hands latch onto her arms, keeping her from moving back towards the elevator. “I’m really sorry!” she says, pitch fluctuating with her nerves. “I won’t report anything about this, but I’d really like to leave now.”

The crowd is honing in on Mezato now, surrounding her like a group of ravenous predators after a week with no prey.

Mezato struggles, panic overcoming her features. “Please! I just want to go home!”

“No,” Dimple says. “Not until you laugh.”

“Excuse me.”

Eighty-five percent.

Everything in the room stops suddenly, like a movie put on pause during its climax. All heads slowly turn over to Mob, who has raised his hand in interruption.

“She doesn’t want to laugh,” Mob says bluntly. “You should let her go home, she’s scared.”

“Oh??” Dimple says, tilting his head this way and that as he inspects Mob. “Who is this?”

“I found him at the park looking troubled!” a voice Mob recognizes as the person who brought him here cries out from the middle of the crowd. “He was having trouble with love!”

“Not really,” Mob says, lifting up a hand to pull the smile mask off his face. His expression remains neutral, but agitation lines his posture. “Not enough trouble to stay here.”

The mask hits the floor with a small clatter which seems to break the spell on the room. Hushed, surprised murmurs break out amongst the crowd. Words like “no smile” and “no laugh” are thrown around like curses.

Dimple tenses. “Y-young lad!” he stammers as Mob walks over to Mezato and grabs her arm, guiding her towards the elevator. “If you can’t laugh, how do you hope to live a fulfilling life?! This is your chance to take a hold of your life and change it for the better! Laugh and just let me help you!”

Mob pauses in his walk, throwing a blank look over his shoulder. “I’m not going to laugh,” he says, voice cold enough to send a shock through the room.

Dimple jolts, and looks around at the crowd frantically. The air has gone from manically jovial to anxious confusion in a second. “Why are we here?” a person asks, and is met with nothing but unsure answers. “I don’t know why, but that boy made me not want to laugh,” another says.

Dimple strains, flexing out his hands and waving them over the crowd, which immediately bursts into laughter. “We’re here because we’re happy! That’s right!”

“Followers!” Dimple shouts. He gives a strained chuckle like he’s somehow out of breath despite not moving. “Please take a look! These children, they can not find our treasure trove of happiness on their own! We can not just leave them like this! They’re miserable! Only we can help them! Everyone, combine your strength and restrain them! I shall unleash their laughter!”

Arms start wrapping around Mob’s clinging onto him and weighing him down. Mezato is ripped from his grip, and he can see the same tangle of limbs attaching themselves to her as well. She looks absolutely terrified but still puts on a valiant struggle all the same. Something inside him stirs around furiously as he notices the sheen of tears in her eyes.

“Hold on a second,” Mob says, barely heard over the amicable chattering of the crowd. “Let us go.”

Dimple jumps down into the crowd, moving towards them with rapid steps. The audience parts for him, almost stumbling to get out of his way. He raises a hand towards Mob’s face, “Behold my divine power.”

The hand covers his face and Mob can almost feel his emotions spilling over, the invisible counter ticking up rapidly. Eighty-eight, eighty-nine, ninety, ninety, ninety.

“Why are you resisting so hard?” Dimple asks. “You have no enemies here, who are you fighting? We all just want you to find your happiness. Go with the flow.”

Energy suddenly surrounds Mob, the same urge to please and obey as before only with slightly more intensity than before. The emotional vacuum inside of him consumes it, converting the energy into something new and far more dangerous.

Others around him seem affected though, everyone laughing and wheezing around him like they had just seen the funniest thing. He can even hear Mezato’s laughter ringing out next to him, familiar only in its rarity, as he had only heard her laugh once after a boy in class tripped and ripped a clean hole in the back of his pants.

Mob attempts desperately to figure out what he’s missing, what he’s overlooking that somehow everyone else has noticed.

Mob flashes back to elementary school, to the jeers made about emotionless Mob, to the jokes he could just never understand. “Jeez Mob,” a younger Tsubomi says in his head, “can’t you read the atmosphere already?”

Ninety-four.

The hand on Mob’s face snaps back as if had been electrocuted. “What was that?” Dimple whispers, voice a mixture of furious and awed. He stares down at his hand before glancing back up to Mob’s unsmiling face. “What was that?”

The crowd seems untroubled by their leader’s agitation, simply finding it to be something else to laugh at. “Master Dimple seems upset!” one voice notes among a chorus of amusement.

Hands land on Mob’s face pulling his cheeks this way and that. “Are you dead?!” he shouts, showing no hesitation to invade Mob’s personal space. “Laugh already! Laugh, you brat!”

Oh, Mob thinks, this person is using a quirk.

Ninety-six.

“Look,” Mob says, and the all the hands retreat from him at once. “I cannot laugh to please you, I am just unable to. If even you can’t make me laugh with your power, I don’t think anyone can. I just really suck at going with the flow.”

Ninety-eight.

“I don’t want to stop your fun, so please let me and Mezato-san go now.”

Dimple scoffs. “So you don’t have emotions, do you?” he says, leaning over towards Mob. His smiling mask glints in the light, reflecting Mob’s face in its pupils. “No wonder you’re having trouble with love, you can’t even laugh with the girl you like. Human beings respond to the emotions of others, but you simply cannot. You can’t cry or be moved with others. You’ll simply be alone forever.

This is your last chance to escape that. Laugh,” Dimple orders.

A feeling hot and sharp fills Mob to the brim, overwhelming him in its entirety. He can feel the blood pumping through his veins, thicker somehow as it rushes towards his head at an alarming pace. His palms are sweaty and he clutches them into fists by his sides. He looks up at Dimple through his bangs.

“Use your quirk,” he says, “and make me.”

The crowd stops laughing.

“Mob-kun,” Mezato says.

Mob’s unsure of what kind of expression he’s wearing when he turns to face her, but it must be something unpleasant as she jolts the second their eyes meet. He can almost bring himself to feel guilty about it, but the feeling is quickly drowned out by the bitter fires burning in his brain.

“You…” Dimple says, dragging Mob’s attention back to him. He clutches his head in his hand, and Mob can see veins popping out of it in rage. “I see...your quirk, it’s similar to mine. I tried to start a peaceful religion in order to make money, one without any bloodshed. But brat...you’re just a nuisance.

“In order for me to reach my goals, I must eliminate all nuisances.”

The atmosphere of the room shifts suddenly, the weight of the air pressing down on all the occupants. The crowd shocks to attention, even Mezato seems affected by whatever has spread through the group. Then everyone lurches at Mob, their bodies moving like cheap puppets. They pile on top of him, a mass of bodies pinning him against the floor.

A burst of energy exits Mob, leaving enormous cracks on the floor and lifting all the followers into the air as though they defied gravity. Mob pushes himself up to his feet, slow and deliberate. His hair tosses back and forth as if blown by some kind of invisible wind.

One hundred percent.

Anger.

“I see,” Mob says, lifting up a hand to examine it with almost no interest in the energy pulsating around it. “So the man was right then? This is all just a huge scam? That’s pathetic.”

Dimple stands across from him, his mask ripped off of his face and floating in the air above him. Dimple had hidden the face of a plain man underneath of it, average and ordinary in every way. His lips curled into a furious snarl, with big fat droplets of sweat rolling down his cheeks.

“So you have this type of quirk...No wonder the mask didn’t work on you.”

“Mask?” Mob asks, eyes snapping to Dimple. “So that was part of your trick.”

“Yes,” Dimple says, an unsteady smirk forming on his face. “They’re embedded with my energy, allowing my brainwashing signals to influence whoever's wearing them more directly.”

“It was so weak, I barely even felt it,” Mob says. Dimple bristles in response, opening his mouth, but Mob waves a hand to silence him. “Anyway,” he says, “all your followers are pinned to the ceiling now, you have no control over them. And if killing a member of your group is part of your teachings, then I’m going to have to call the police.”

Dimple stares at Mob, left eye twitching.

“Sorry,” Mob tacks on after a moment of silence.

Dimple laughs so hard that he guffaws. “Call the cops?” he asks incredulously. “What are you five?” He reaches into one of his suit pockets, pulling out a small knife which he twisted in the light. His expression is exaggerated by the shadows underneath his eyes. “I’m going to kill you, you little shit.”

Mob’s frown deepens, his eyes don’t leave the knife. “I’m not going to fight you,” he says.

“Do you think you have a choice?” Dimple asks. And then he lunges.

Mob, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, allows Dimple one clean hit. A shallow swipe against his cheek forming a cut that barely even bleeds.

Mob lifts up his hand on reflex and a burst of psychic energy that comes from it sends Dimple flying across the room.

A bitter satisfaction fills Mob, the livid parts of him absolutely eager to have landed a hit. However, Dimple takes longer than he should getting up, and when he does something in Mob’s gut twists with the scrapes on his face and arms.

“Come on now,” Dimple says, and the sound of smugness in his tone chases away any guilt Mob might have felt. “Don't act like some kind of pissed off human, you emotionless animal!”

Dimple comes charging again.

The seconds it takes Dimple to close the distance between them feels like an eternity to Mob. He thinks of coins dropping into a bucket, thinks of fancy suits and torn clothes, thinks of Mezato’s panicked face.

He thinks of Tsubomi.

The knife comes towards his face again, but this time Mob’s hand snaps up and catches Dimple’s wrist.

Mob uses psychic energy to push Dimple’s feet out from under him, letting go of his fist and allowing him to fall on his back to the floor.

He stomps Dimple’s wrist, hard enough to force him to drop the knife. Before it can even hit the floor, however, it goes flying and embeds itself in the wall furthest away from them.

“Y...You…” Dimple wheezes, expression stricken.

“You're the one who requested to see my emotions,” Mob tells him, removing his foot. “This is what happens when I let them loose.”

Dimple flips over and scrambles to get away, but Mob slams him towards the ground with his mind before he can get more than a couple inches.

“You can't just escape the consequences of your actions,” Mob says, voice dull with rage.

Dimple throws a panicky look up at him. “You're a monster,” he says.

“I know,” Mob replies, lifting up a foot. “I'm the worst.”

He lands a kick to Dimple’s jaw in just the spot his master taught him. Dimple slumps onto the ground, now thoroughly unconscious.

Mob feels a hollow victory at the sight of a bruise forming on the Dimple’s chin, the angry feelings inside of him, appeased, dissipate as though they were never there in the first place. He ponders the emptiness they leave behind.

From the ceiling, confused shouts and squealing erupts, snapping Mob out of his thoughts. He tilts his head back and is and is met with an extremely frightened crowd of people, hovering in the air.

“Oh,” he says.

.-.-.

It takes five knocks before his master finally cracks open the door. His pajamas are rumpled, his blond hair sticking up in odd directions. He blinks a few times at Mob, appearing to take in his disheveled appearance in stages. His eyes linger against Mob’s cheek. He opens the door the rest of the way.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite apprentice sidekick,” he tells Mob.

“I’m your only sidekick,” Mob says.

“That’s what makes you my favorite,” he says, waving a hand around before disappearing back into the apartment.

Mob lingers at the door. He went to find his master because it seemed like the best option at the time, texting his mother a lame excuse of studying late at a non-existent friend’s house to explain his absence, but he’s suddenly unsure of himself. He shouldn’t be bothering his master this late, should he?

He should just go home.

“Make sure you shut the door behind you Mob!” his master calls from the kitchen.

The request pulls Mob into the apartment before he can think any more about it, shutting the door behind him. He pauses and then snaps the top lock on for good measure.

In the next few minutes, Mob finds himself sitting on a ratty, old chair that he had helped his master move into the apartment. “This is a training of your precision!” he had told Mob at the time, attempting to assemble the TV stand as Mob levitated the chair onto the fourth story balcony.

He snaps out of his reminiscing at a glass being pushed into his hands.

“What’s this?” Mob asks.

“Warm milk,” his master says, taking the seat across from him. “You looked like you needed it.”

Mob doesn’t want to acknowledge that, so he doesn’t, instead taking a tiny sip of the milk.

“What’s that?” Mob asks after a moment of pause, gesturing to an open book on the coffee table.

“A treatise about the effects of the displacement of civilians caused by the destruction that heroics causes,” his master answers without a beat of hesitation, his eyes locked onto Mob. “So...what brings you here?”

“You weren’t at your office.”

His master scoffs, his hand swinging back and forth as though to brush off the statement. “Not this late at night, no.” He stares at Mob, visible concern lining his features. “Do you even know what time it is?”

Mob shakes his head. He had hightailed it out of the building the second he could, not wanting to stick around for the aftermath, and found that the world had shifted from dusk to darkness in the time that he had been stuck in the building.

His master sighs, tilting his head back and rubbing his eyes. “Alright,” he says. “Tell me what happened. Start from the beginning.”

Mob stares down at his cup, taking a few seconds to figure out the best way to recount the evening's events in the least boring way he could.

“I confessed to Tsubomi today,” he says finally because it feels like a good place to start.

He instantly regrets the decision though, as his master perks up in interest. “Oh! Did you? Good job Mob! See, I told you that you could do it! You really have gr-”

“She rejected my feelings.”

His master stops short, his mouth still forming the syllable that his vocal chords hadn’t gotten the chance to release. He deflates, his shoulders picking up tension that had disappeared a second ago. “Oh...Oh, Mob, I’m sorry.”

Mob nods, not understanding the apology but accepting it anyway. “Then a new religious leader tried to brainwash my classmate and kill me, so I stopped him.”

His master just stares.

Mob starts to sweat, glancing up at his master and then back down at his cup. “I didn’t mean to use my quirk on him master, promise. I was scared he was going to hurt Mezato-san and it made me angry. And I was going to call the police like you told me, but he didn’t let me. I’m sorry.”

“Mob,” his master says, and Mob’s head snaps up at the hand that brushes against his. His master is closer now, out of his chair without Mob noticing. He makes a face like he just swallowed something slimy. “Did you get hurt?”

“Just my cheek.”

His master nods. “Alright.” He looks at the cut, his hand leaving Mob’s and brushing against his cheek. “It doesn’t look too deep, but make sure to keep an eye on it and disinfect it when you get home.”

Mob nods and his master leans back, heaving a sigh.

“Alright,” he says again, bringing a hand up to his chin and striking a thoughtful pose. He glances down at Mob, over to the book on the coffee table, and back at Mob. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” his master says and pauses, opens his mouth and closes it again.

It’s rare that his master can’t find the right words to say, but it’s all too common for Mob, and so Mob waits politely.

“I don’t think I have anything else I can teach you,” his master finally settles on.

“What?” Mob asks.

“You’ve been training with me to get a handle on your quirk for a long time now, and with my help and the task of helping others, you’ve gotten a lot more proficient at it. That progress is something to be proud of. However!” his master points a finger in Mob’s face. “My quirk, while powerful, is not suited to combat in the way that yours is.”

“What is your quirk anyway master?” Mob asks suddenly. “I don’t think you’ve ever told me what it’s called.”

His master twirls his finger around before pointing up to the ceiling. “Th-That’s not important right now! What is important, right now, is your quirk. With it, you’re far more likely to wind up making difficult choices in the face of dangerous situations because of its combative power. I’ve taught you some basic self-defense techniques, but,” he glances at Mob’s cheek, “I think you might need more guidance than that, from heroes who specialize in fighting to protect civilians and not just themselves. Mob! Have you filled out your academic aspersions yet?”

Mob shakes his head.

“Then, in order to become a great hero, like All Might or like me, Reigen Arataka; I believe you should enter into the greatest heroics academy in Japan! You’ve strengthened your body, now comes the time to strengthen your heart! You should take the UA entrance exam!”

“But master,” Mob says, “I don’t want to be a hero.”

Reigen stumbles forward, as though the lost momentum in his speech had a physical effect. “What?”

“I don’t want to be a hero,” Mob repeats. “I’m only your sidekick to get better control over my quirk.”

“Mob,” Reigen says. “Today, when you fought against a villainous religious leader, were you fighting for just yourself?”

“Well, no,” Mob says. “I didn’t want him to hurt anyone else.”

“And all those people you’ve helped at my agency, think about them. Would you not have wanted to help them if there was some other way to practice control over your quirk?”

Mob thinks for a long moment. “No, they still needed my help.”

Reigen leans down, putting both of his hands on Mob’s shoulders. “Mob,” he says, “You’re already a hero. Entering into a high school for heroics will just make you a better one, an official one.”

Mob stares blankly at him.

Reigen sighs and stands up. “Just think about it, would you?” he says. Then he pats Mob’s back, flashing a small smile at him. “Now, let’s get you home. You look terrible.”

.-.-.

Mob stares at the sheet of paper, the line getting shorter and shorter as more kids hand in their aspersions papers.

Before he knows it, Mob’s at the front of the line, pushing his paper into the hands of his teacher.

“UA?” his teacher asks, staring down at him with an eyebrow raised. “That’s a hard academy to get into Mob, are you sure you don’t want to add a backup choice?”

“I’m sure,” Mob says, “but thank you for your concern.”

Mob leaves the classroom that day feeling lighter than he has in a long while.

Two percent.

#mob psycho 100 #boku no hero academia #kagayama shigeo #reigen arataka #mp100 #totally forgot to post this on here!! :O #Hope you guys like it!#I'm gonna aim to get the next chapter out sometime in October #But college might impede that a bit

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Seventeen As Band/Marching Band Members

Seungcheol: Trumpet

He’s got the confidence *cough cough arrogance* of a trumpet player

But also the talent and hard work to make up for it

He would be shameless in his boastfulness and use any excuse to tell people that he made first chair

If you genuinely compliment his playing he’ll get vry shy and be all bashful and flattered

Jeonghan: Clarinet

He looks like he’s nice but is probably talking shit about the rest of the band

Loyal af to those who earn it but will be neutral and non-expressive if you rub him the wrong way

Probably joined band because his parents made him but decided to stick through it anyway.

Is good at clarinet without trying and always gets first chair without actually practicing

Joshua: Euphonium/Mellophone

UNDERAPPRECIATED AND FREQUENTLY FORGOTTEN

Tries his best even when other people are slacking off

Is generally a chill person in band class

Is the only person who actually listens to the drum major during marching rehearsals

Junhui: Snare

Acts nonchalant but takes percussion more seriously than he gives the impression of

HE IS THAT GUY THAT NEVER WEARS A SHIRT DURING MARCHING REHEARSAL

But no one complains cause dang boi you looking fine

Causes people to miss their dot because they were distracted by his beauty or just plain shocked at his lack of clothing

People think he’s showing off because he twirls his drumstick between his fingers really fluidly and like all of the time but in reality he does it subconsciously and didn’t notice he was doing it until Flutist!Seungkwan slapped it out of his hand one day

Jihoon: Oboe

Refuses to do marching because he thinks it’s a waste of time and they don’t march oboe(he refuses to switch instruments)

Takes AP Music Theory as well as band

Jihoon: “Well at least I’m first chair”

Jun: “You’re the only oboe in this class”

Jihoon: “Shouldn’t you be hitting something”

Thinks highly of his playing AS HE SHOULD because it’s the most beautiful thing

The rumor is that after he left his audition into the band the band director had to take a break, cry, and come back to continue auditions

Coincidentally, his next audition was Percussionist!Vernon so the band director ending up crying after that audition for the complete opposite reason

Soonyoung: Colorguard

I’m not even sorry

Is the most hype of everyone and cannot stay still for the life of him

Was a dancer until he say flyers for guard try outs and was like “guns? Swords? DanCING WITH FLAGS??? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP”

Is friends with all the marching band kids and knows everyone’s name in the program

If you don’t march and are only in band classes then you don’t count in his eyes lol (unless you’re Oboe!Jihoon because he may or may have a small LARGE crush on u)

Is the person who cheers and yells encouragement after each run through

If you are mean or negative to him or someone he loves then he may or may not “accidentally” whack you in the back of the head with a rifle or swoop your legs out from under you with a flagpole

Wonwoo: Sousaphone

Very chill and content with chit chatting with everyone

Is probably the only one besides GuardMember!Soonyoung and Piccolo!Seokmin who is genuinely happy to be there

Low key has resting bitch face but as soon as you start talking to him it’s a 180 flip and he lights up completely

Has tipped over and fallen during runs several times over the years

Mellophone!Joshua is always the first person to run and help him up

Clarinet!Jeonghan is always the first one to start laughing and the last one to stop laughing

If DrumMajor!Chan happens to notice Wonwoo fall while he’s conducting, he can’t help but stop immediately and bust out laughing

Mingyu: Marimba

Thought about marching in the battery but was like “naw, it’s heavy and I’ll get all sweaty and ugh too much physical effort” so he stuck with front percussion and is very good at it

Wears low cut tank tops or no shirt at all when on the practice field because “I am not about to get a farmer’s tan that will never go away”

Still gets a major sock tan and will complain about it incessantly

Mingyu: “But it’s so noticeable!”

Joshua: “When you think about it, we all have terrible sock tans… Is it like our own friendship mark thing?”

Jeonghan: “Shut up Joshua”

Soonyoung: “BE NICE TO HIM”

Seokmin: Piccolo

Can’t tell if he’s playing his instrument or just screaming

Always smiling and making stupid faces back and forth with GuardMember!Soonyoung until DrumMajor!Dino catches them and tells them to knock it off

They stop for like ten minutes then start again

Enjoys sneaking up on people and then playing the highest note he possibly can directly into their ear

He did this once to Oboe!Jihoon and never ran away so fast in his life because you better bet Jihoon ran after his ass

Jihoon may or may not have put rainbow stickers all over his piccolo as a form of retaliation

Didn’t work though because Seokmin LOVED THE STICKERS and kept them on until the next competition where DrumMajor!Chan was like “no you cannot march with those on your instrument, it’s not uniform with everyone else”

TO WHICH HE BOUGHT 100 PACKS OF STICKERS FOR EVERYONE ELSE

So that they could all be uniform with rainbow stickers

DrumMajor!Chan shot him down immediately, but let Seokmin stick stickers all over him because he felt bad that he ruined Seokmin’s fun

Minghao: Saxophone

This sassy diva omg of course he’s a saxophone player

Was forced into marching by his parents but stuck with it because he liked the people who marched and wanted to stay friends with them

Is naturally really good at playing the saxophone and doesn’t have to try very hard

Wanted to do winter guard during the off season but was too scared of what the rest of the band would think

Was almost convinced by Percussionist!Junhui to do indoor percussion but Saxophone!Minghao took one look at the fair share and was like “NOPE”

Always talks to Percussionist!Jun during stand by

DrumMajor!Chan doesn’t tell him to stop because he knows he’ll just start talking again

DrumMajor!Chan has no problems putting Percussionist! Junhui in his place tho lol boy gets told off a lot but Percussionist!Jun always has a clap back, even if it doesn’t really make sense

Chan: “Jun, for everyone’s sake- stop talking and put on a shirt!”

Jun: “It’s too hot, why don’t you take off your shirt!”

Chan: “??? No?”

Seungkwan: Flute

Likes to gossip with Clarinet!Jeonghan but always accidentally warps information or takes it out of context so it sounds weird

Seungkwan: “Yeah so then Jun told Chan to take of his shirt”

Jihoon: “this is why I don’t freaking march”

Soonyoung: “oh but you should!” *spaces out with a derp face because now he’s picturing Jihoon shirtless under the setting sun with the wind blowing his hair*

Doesn’t take criticism well

Chan: “Flutes, play louder next time” -Seungkwan: “Maybe you should conduct better next time”

Chan: “I WILL COME DOWN THERE”

Is really supportive of the new kids and tells them fun stories to cheer them up when they feel overwhelmed

Seungkwan: “Yeah and then Wonwoo just tipped right over and everyone kept going”

Vernon: Bass Drum

Thought that being a percussionist would make him popular with the ladies so he auditioned but had no experience playing drums before

Didn’t think it would be very difficult, but was dead wrong

He was so bad he made the band director cry, but the director let him join anyway because they needed more percussionists

He actually worked really hard and got better at percussion and even decided to march

He wasn’t experienced enough to do snare yet though (which is what he really wanted to do) but was content with being put on bass drum

Followed the influence of Percussionist!Junhui and also never wears a shirt, but people yell at him for it instead of staring at him

Asks Percussionist!Junhui to teach him how to spin a drumstick between his fingers because he thinks it looks cool

Spent the next six hours practicing it until he got it down perfect

Chan: Drum Major

The most responsible even though he’s the youngest

Commands respect from everyone marching because no one likes to see Lee Chan angry like it’s just not fun for anyone because he’ll pout for days

Tries to keep everyone on task and is generally successful in this

Made up his own little drum major salute for right before performing and everyone agrees that he looks so cute while doing it even though he’s trying to be professional and manly

He’s the glue that keeps everyone from falling apart, and the marching band wouldn’t be nearly as good without him

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