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slipping-through-my-fingertips · 3 years

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august

Summary: August slips away and their summer fling is going to have to end.

Notes: it’s my birthday!! To celebrate here is the august story of my folklore series

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For most people, all roads lead to Rome but for one Kurt Hummel, all roads lead to the mall.

First stop: coffee.

Once Kurt had secured his iced mocha, he began his window shopping. It was just so nice to walk around the air-conditioned mall.

There were plenty of middle and high schoolers wandering around with their friends. Enjoying the freedom of summertime. Kurt was pretty happy to be able to spend his summer days at the mall; almost like a relaxing vacation if it weren’t for the fear of running into old bullies and homophobes.

His dad just wanted Kurt to work a few days a week at the garage when the staff was short but with Finn there full-time, Kurt was barely needed. So, he spent his days off running errands and wandering around the Lima Mall.

There was no way for him to get lost at the mall. One, he had become very familiar with the mall having spent many weekends with his girls from glee club here. And two, it wasn’t a very large place.

Eventually, Kurt decided to splurge by getting a cinnamon pretzel and found a bench to rest. It wasn’t long until a curly-haired boy took a seat at the other end.

Kurt wasn’t sure if he was supposed to say hello or not. They were likely the same age. Close in age and cute. While he was debating whether or not to engage with this boy, he made the first move.

“I’m Blaine.”

He’s now facing Kurt.

“Kurt.”

They smile at each other. Kurt can feel his face getting warm.

“You here alone?” Blaine asks.

“Yeah, you?”

Blaine nods. “Wanna walk together?”

Kurt holds up his half-eaten pretzel.

“Oh,” Blaine says, “that’s okay. I can just…”

Blaine moves to stand up and leave.

“No!”

It comes out louder than intended but it stops Blaine.

“I can walk and eat.”

****

They took road trips together and talked about everything except school. It was so refreshing to have something in common with another human besides McKinley High.

Blaine never said he was from Lima; Kurt suspected he wasn’t since he hadn’t seen him at school. Though, it was possible Blaine went to some private school outside of Lima. At one point, Kurt thought he might have to transfer if the bullying got too intense.

Honestly, it was just nice to have someone who understood him like Blaine did. They had so much in common from singing and acting to taste in Broadway musicals to the same favorite hate-watching shows. The only thing they seemed to disagree on was coffee.

Blaine had a strong opinion about drinking black drip coffee with a dash of cinnamon. Whereas, Kurt always got a nonfat mocha. However, they did agree hot chocolate was the superior wintertime drink to eggnog.

Blaine was willing to compromise in ways Rachel Berry never would.

So, it was no surprise to Kurt when he realized his feelings for Blaine.

Once again, Kurt Hummel was falling for a boy who wouldn’t like him back. This time it would hurt more because Blaine could like him, since he was also gay, but didn’t. Because who could love a boy like Kurt.

****

One day they were sharing a pretzel in Blaine’s car parked behind the mall as they typically did.

“Here,” he says, handing over the last piece.

Mid-chew, Blaine almost caused Kurt to choke.

“Can I kiss you?”

Kurt swallowed.

He must’ve been blushing because his face felt hot. Blaine clearly read the look on Kurt’s face as his answer and leaned forward over the center console.

The first thing Kurt noticed was that Blaine’s lips were dusted with cinnamon sugar. He swept his tongue over Blaine’s bottom lip gathering the flakes before painting Blaine’s tongue with cinnamon.

It was an intense first kiss to say the least. Kurt had always pictured a short peck as his very first but this was better. This kiss was just a few steps away from making out.

As the weeks of summer trickled by, Blaine and Kurt spent their days texting and meeting up to make out behind the mall. They’d climb into the backseat of one of their cars and for the next hour touch any skin available. If summer was good for one thing it was exposed skin.

Blaine often wore tank tops so Kurt became very familiar with the muscle tone of his arms.

Oftentimes, Blaine was the one reaching out first. Kurt found himself waiting by the phone for a text; careful to not have permanent plans in case Blaine called. He’d canceled anything to spend time with Blaine. As far as Kurt knew they only had this summer and now it was August. How many more days would he get with Blaine?

****

One late night in August, they went stargazing. Blaine had spread blankets and pillows on the hillside and managed to secure a cheap bottle of wine courtesy of his older brother. As it turns out, Blaine didn’t know much about constellations; luckily, Kurt did.

He spent loads of nights with his mom in the backyard. She told him so many myths of the sky.

Kurt shared some with Blaine, who had interlaced their fingers. Eventually their bodies were fully pressed together. Blaine was hovering over Kurt, placing kisses along his neck.

Kurt bent his head back to give Blaine more room to cover with his lips.

Then, shirts were riding up and removed. Blaine was playing with Kurt’s zipper.

“Can I?” He asked.

Kurt nodded.

“Are you sure?”

Another nod.

“I’ve never done this before,” Blaine whispers.

“Me neither.”

For two boys who have never had sex and weren’t necessarily prepared to that night, it was always going to be a little sloppy. Misplaced hands, teeth clinking against each other, and nervously checking if something was okay.

When it was over, Kurt pulled a blanket to cover them. Blaine was resting his head in between Kurt’s head and shoulder breathing him in.

“I could fall asleep so easily,” Blaine tells him.

Kurt agreed with him but he was seriously contemplating a different kind of falling.

****

Summer had to come to an end. Before Kurt realized it, he was laying out an outfit for the first day of school. He and Blaine never did have a conversation about what was going to happen to them after summer vacation. In fact, Kurt hadn’t heard from Blaine in a few days.

He texted but went to bed without a reply.

Meanwhile, Blaine was wide awake in his own bed. He stared at the unopened text from Kurt on his phone. He could text back but he didn’t know what to say.

Sorry, I’m moving schools tomorrow.

Sorry, I lied to you all summer.

Sorry, I’m not the person you think I am.

Every single message his brain could conjure up began with an apology.

In the end, Blaine ran out of time to text him back. From a restless sleep to breakfast to rushing to get to his new school on time, he was almost able to believe Kurt hadn’t texted him at all.

As Blaine introduced himself for the first time, his eyes caught sight of people passing the door; stranglers being tardy to their first class of the day. Every person in his peripheral vision made his insides jump. They all looked like Kurt.

Except, Kurt wasn’t here. Kurt could never be here. Whatever he and Blaine had over the summer was just that—a summer thing

Blaine never thought of himself as the type for flings but Kurt was different. He’d take any time he could have with him. If three months was all he had then that was okay. He knew this last summer would stick with him for a long time.

When he closed his eyes, he was staring at Kurt’s blue ones. He could feel Kurt’s fingers dancing along his naked back with the stars watching them.

Luckily, the classes seemed to be taking it easy on the students. Going over the class schedules, future projects, and what percentage of their grade was exams and quizzes. Of course, Blaine played plenty of those ice breakers and get-to-know-you exercises.

He loved those.

By the time lunch rolled around, Blaine even had someone to sit with in the cafeteria. A nice girl named Tina sat near him in history and offered him a spot at her normal table. Blaine had mentioned wanting to join the glee club and she bounced up to him after class.

“New Directions always needs members. Sit with us at lunch and we can give you pointers for your audition.”

He met Mike, Tina’s boyfriend, Quinn, head cheerleader, and Mercedes, second lead female soloist of glee. Rachel Berry soon joined the table and sized Blaine up. She had lots of questions about his range, experience, and if he was a spy. Her boyfriend, Finn, seemed suspicious of Blaine as well. Blaine was familiar with Finn’s concerns.

The pointed glares and scowl were markers of a jealous boyfriend. Finn wasn’t worried about Blaine becoming first male lead, he didn’t want Blaine to pursue a relationship with Rachel.

This was not the first time Blaine was being mistaken for your token straight guy.

The table just kept growing. People pushing tables together and pulling empty seats. A Mohawk boy called Puck was asking Blaine about sports he liked (mainly college football) when two more cheerleaders joined them.

Brittany, the blonde, was intrigued by a new student. She had some record to keep up and asked if he wanted to sneak off somewhere to help her with it. He declined. The other, Santana, was too busy waving to someone in the distance to really notice Blaine at all.

“Porcelain, finally,” Santana says, patting the seat beside her. “Meet New Kid.”

“It’s Blaine actually,” Rachel corrected.

The boy, Porcelain, sat down and looked over at Blaine. Their eyes met and instantly widened.

“I’m Kurt,” he says.

“Hi, Kurt.” Blaine watched the boy of his dreams swallow hard. “Blaine, it’s nice to meet you.”

Lunch continued and no one seemed the wiser. Why would the New Directions assume the New Kid in town had already met their beloved Kurt Hummel? No one's first instinct would be that these two boys shyly watching each other would be “they spent the summer hooking up behind the mall.” Well, technically making out at the mall and hooking up in the park, just that one night.

Blaine tried to participate in conversation so as to not raise suspicion that he was staring at Kurt’s lips, which he was completely guilty of.

Once the glee kids started talking about a disaster of a party Rachel once threw, Blaine is able to tune them out in favor of his summer memories.

Sitting in the dark movie theater and bumping hands with Kurt as they reached for popcorn at the same time. Reaching over, buttered fingers and all, to grab for Kurt’s hand. Being able to catch a glimpse of Kurt’s smile as the movie flashed in front of them.

Lost in his daydream, Blaine didn’t hear the bell ring until Kurt tapped his hand, which was stretched out almost in the middle of the table.

“Hey, time to get to class,” Kurt tells him, “walk with me?”

“Okay.” Blaine gathered his books and trash.

“Where to?” Kurt asks.

“Crafts actually.”

“Oh, that’s just down the hall here.” Kurt guides them through the crowds. “Thanks for not spilling everything to them today.”

“What do you mean?”

“Our summer together.” Kurt’s blushing. “It was special.”

“To me too,” Blaine assures. “I wouldn’t have said anything to them. I don’t really know those guys yet. I’m new remember?”

Kurt nods. “Not new to me though.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Blaine chuckles.

They reach Blaine’s art classroom.

“I’ll see you in glee club,” Kurt says.

“Okay.”

Blaine only lets Kurt take a few steps before he’s touching his hand. “Wait.”

Kurt is staring at their joined hands and examining the hallway before meeting Blaine’s eyes. No one else is paying them any attention.

There are so many words Blaine wants to say to Kurt.

Be with me. Please. Be mine.

Don’t leave. Don’t slip away.

Stay, stay, stay.

Instead, he steps closer to Kurt and cups his face with his other hand. Kurt leans into the touch. Blaine gives the hallway one last look but it’s almost empty. The late bell will ring soon so he can’t waste any more time.

Blaine leans forward and pecks Kurt.

“Please,” he murmurs, against his lips.

Not even sure what he’s asking Kurt for exactly. Kurt seems to know what he means without needing more information or clearer words than a simple ‘please.’

Kurt drops Blaine’s hand and pulls their bodies close together and opens Blaine’s mouth with his tongue.

There’s a bell ringing, which Blaine thinks must be his own form of fireworks.

“If you two are quite done, there’s a class happening,” Blaine’s crafts teacher tells them.

They pull apart instantly, red in the face from being scolded, Kurt hurries off to his own class. Blaine does another round of introductions and can’t remember anyone’s name but Kurt Hummel.

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nunchiimagines · 4 years

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Spring Day: 1

Golden Bell

— Summary: Becoming a part time english teacher wasn’t exactly the ideal startup you had hoped for yourself when you first moved to Seoul, South Korea. Luckily, you loved working with children and you were grateful to have found a well paying job with housing included so soon after university. Amongst your class, however, are 5 boys who seem to be constantly ostracized not only by the rest of the students but also by the other teachers and staff members. Becoming attached to you fairly quickly, you’re unintentionally tasked to be their permanent caretaker during their stay at school, even staying past the hours you were needed until they were picked up safely. However, what you didn’t expect was to catch the hearts of their seven older brothers, the leaders of a notorious and well known mafia family in Korea.

— Pairing: mafia!bts x poc!curvy!part time English teacher!reader x mafia!children!txt

— Genre: fluff, angst / poly!au / mafia!au

— Status: ongoing

— Warnings: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, allusions to bullying (verbal and physical), ostracizing, slight flirtations

— Word Count: 4.6k

~MASTERPOST~

CHAPTERS: Next

**AUTHORS NOTE**

Hello!! I was a bit too excited and decided to go ahead and write the first chapter for Spring Day. There are a few things that may not be accurate to the school and after school systems in South Korea. I did my best to try and find as much factual information as possible but it was proving more difficult than expected. Regardless of that, I hope all my fellow MOA’s are okay with how I wrote the TXT members! I am still very new to their personalities but I tried! In addition, the characters in the story will constantly switch back and forth between English and Korean mid conversation. It’s frowned upon to speak the native language to the students in a class geared for English but it happens regardless, lol. I did it this way to show that the TXT members are still getting use to speaking English but find speaking Korean more comfortable with certain topics. I hope that makes sense!! Anyway, please enjoy and let me know what you think!

bold + italicized = person speaking Korean!

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This was the fifth time today that you noticed the way the other children had treated that particular group of boys and quite frankly you were starting to get fed up with it. When you had first taken this job you had unfairly assumed the structure of the school system based on recycled assumptions of Asia's need to hold education above all else. However, you were mistaken when the school you had joined was actually known as a Hagwon, an after school institute. Luckily, this one was a bit more laid back and much more livelier than the primary schools you’d visited. It was a private institute located in Seoul with a high rate of foreign teachers due to their being a high rate of student volume.

You were paired with a younger native teacher, Kim Bomi, who found the harsh strictness of most school systems in Korea to be a bit much for today's day and age. So the both of you made a secret agreement to try and make the learning experience more fun for the students. See, kindergarten worked a bit differently than what you were used to. The kindergarten age for Koreans is three and they will continue to study in kindergarten for the next three to four years. Though not nearly as rigorous as the primary school, the students still have much on their plate for being so young. With this knowledge, you and Bomi tended to find your classes to be a bit on the rowdy side, games and activities being a major experience in the classroom to help keep the students energized and alert. You guys always made sure you had study and learning time and kept everything appropriate and professional, but it goes without saying that the entire Hagwon kinda knew your class as the fun class.

Unfortunately, with the good comes the bad as you both were often scolded for having too much fun in a learning environment. Bomi got the brunt of the heat because “she should know better for being Korean” and you got scolded for acting “too western” with the students. You still never understood what that meant exactly but you both were always redeemed thanks to the constant praise you received from parents and students alike. Even students from other classes became jealous of your kids and, despite there being an age gap, wanted to always interact with you and Bomi. You had found that being a person of color as well as being a foreigner garnered more attention than you had originally expected. You had received many compliments on your looks from the students and staff and were a bit surprised by that seeing how you had heard many rumors of natives holding darker skin individuals on a much lower standard.

When you expressed this to Bomi, she informed you that despite such racial views being evident here, that people in Korea are changing. It’s more of the elders who still hold such views but that Korea isn’t as racist as many people claim it to be. She did make sure to mention that they could do better. Bomi continued to explain that, unlike most foreigners, you came in knowing the language, studying the culture, and always seemed to be respectful “like a natural Korean”. You found her proclamations to be somewhat amusing but did understand where she was coming from. So with that being said, you became a major talk of the school with a high reputation for being both pretty and smart for having so much knowledge of the language and the land. As grateful as you were for the compliments, you didn’t quite see why they held you on such a high pedestal and felt more self-conscious than anything else. It was odd hearing such praise when growing up you were met with the exact opposite of said gestures. You will admit, though, that it was a nice change of pace for once.

Now to get to the point, this year you were met with a fresh new batch of students for the school year and like every year you go around to do brief icebreakers. However, this time things were a bit different. You found that there were five boys in the class who were all brothers. It was an interesting predicament because they were all adopted and so very close in age. But that wasn’t the odd part. It was the fact that all the students were ostracizing them so obviously from day one. The other students seemed almost scared of these boys and you couldn’t understand why. You had witnessed them actively avoiding them, whispering to other students about them, and had to even stop outward verbal and physical attacks. Both you and Bomi were so confused and concerned that you brought it up to the higher ups. However, you found that no one really made the boys budge or open up about the matter. So to help deal with the issue during the school day, Bomi had instructed you to privately speak with the boys every so often to try and get to know them more personally, hopefully digging up the reasons behind the bullying.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t appalled by the behavior, having dealt with the lasting effects of your own bully’s actions from back in the day. So being able to talk with the overly quiet group in hopes of opening them up a little became a personal mission of yours as the days passed. You knew the boys as Soobin, Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Hueningkai. Though Yeonjun was the eldest brother, Soobin kinda held reign over the others. As stated earlier, there really wasn’t a massive age gap and they were all technically in kindergarten but just at different stages. Soobin and Beomgyu are five, Yeonjun is six, Taehyun is four, and Hueningkai is three. They were all usually quiet when you spoke to them, one to two word answers being their response most of the time. However, the more you interacted with them over the course of the week the more you succeeded, finally managing to crack a smile out of all of them.

“Hey boys, want to hear a joke?” you asked out of the blue.

Having gotten used to you but still not really saying much, the only response you received was an enthusiastic nod from Kai. You smiled at that and put on an exaggerated serious look.

“Okay, what does a vampire drink in the morning?”

The boys all stopped working on their crossword puzzle, an easy activity for kids to study up and learn new english words. They looked at each other then back at you, Soobin being the one to answer this time.

“What do they drink?” he asked curiously on behalf of the others.

“코피! (kopi)” you said excitedly, laughing at your own joke.

It was lame, you knew that. But all dad jokes are lame, right? For those who don’t understand, 코 (ko) means nose and 피 (pi) means blood. Put them together and it makes the word “nose bleed” but it sounds like the english word coffee. It’s more of a konglish joke but it was simple enough for them to understand. You actually weren’t expecting much of a response but you were pleasantly surprised when Yeonjun was the first to laugh. In fact, he felt the need to offer one of his own.

“Do you know what color a hamburger is?” he excitedly asked, completely ignoring his work now.

“Hmmm, what?” you asked, playing along.

“It’s BURGER-ndy!” he emphasized with a spreading grin.

You had to admit that was cute and began to giggle at his adorable antics. You’d never seen him so happy to share before and wanted him to continue. Luckily, your response was enough for him to go on to do just that. The other brother’s kinda looked oddly at you two lost in your own little world but found it hard not to laugh along with you guys despite the jokes being so bad.

“Ha, even Hyuka finds my jokes funny!” Yoenjun huffed in triumph.

“Hyuka?” you asked, cocking your head slightly.

“That’s what we call Hueningkai.” Soobin stated shyly.

“It’s easier that way too.” Taehyun agreed, nodding his head.

“It’s also cuter.” Beomgyu piped in quickly with a large smile.

“It really is a cute nickname. I wish I would've known sooner.” you whined with a fake pout.

“You...you can call me Hyuka too, teacher. I usually only let my brothers call me that, but you're really nice and I really like you so you can call me Hyuka if you want.” he happily explained.

Your heart almost exploded at that. How come these boys were so gosh darn cute?! You wanted to just take Hueningkai and engulf him in a giant hug, but you knew better than that and didn’t want to overstep. You were finally making progress and didn’t want to ruin that due to your emotions.

“I would be absolutely honored.” you said bowing playfully like a valet to her king.

That made the boys giggle once more, a sense of pride swelling within you for being able to do something so many people before you couldn’t.

“You know what?” Taehyun asked.

“What?” you responded back happily.

“You remind me of Taehyung-hyung and Seokjin-hyung!” he excitedly responded.

“She does, doesn't she?! The dad jokes and the funny acting!” Hueningkai agreed laughing, swinging his legs back and forth excitedly.

“Jimin-hyung and Jungkook-hyung do it too. I think they’d really like you, teacher.” Soobin added with a small smile.

You raised your brows at the sudden mentioning of names you weren’t familiar with. You know the students by now and knew for a fact they weren’t children from this classroom. You wondered if they were referring to someone else’s class or even some kids from the primary school. Hoping to get some answers, you pried a bit further.

“Oh, are these friends of yours? Classmates from a different class maybe?” you asked with a curious smile.

Hueningkai and Beomgyu giggled loudly, shaking their heads to correct your assumptions.

“Nope, those are our big brothers!” Taehyun proudly confirmed.

“We don’t really have any friends here. Our big brother’s play with us a lot though and we also have each other so it’s not so bad.” Yeonjun admitted halfheartedly, mindlessly going back to his crossword puzzle.

Your heart dropped, it being obvious that they were dealing with those circumstances here. But now you’ve become more concerned knowing that the same instances are happening at their kindergarten as well. It’s not like they were weird or mean. They were actually very sweet and endearing, that innocent playful attitude of theirs could steal away anyone's heart in a moment's notice. You wanted to be careful with how you were going to proceed with this topic, not wanting to make the boys uncomfortable in any way.

“What, with amazing dad jokes like that, you’re going to tell me you don’t have any friends?” you lightheartedly questioned.

That was enough to make Yeonjun smile but he didn’t reply, Soobin did.

“No, I think they don’t like our family.” Soobin stated while continuing to fill out the crossword puzzle.

“Have you told any of your teachers?” you asked slightly more seriously.

“We tried once. At our last school a boy pushed Beomgyu down and said that we come from a gross and mean family. That made Soobin upset and he pushed him back. When I got the teachers, Soobin got in trouble for it. Once Namjoon-hyung was told what happened, we never saw that boy again.” Yeonjun plainly said.

“I don’t really like some of the teachers. They’re mean and they ignore us.” Beomgyu admitted with an annoyed pout.

You had to admit, that sounded a bit ominous but you didn’t want to show any fear or judgment over their story. In fact, you were curious, never having been aware that the boys had transferred schools before Hueningkai and Taehyun entered. They are only children, so the details may not make much sense to them, you hope. However, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a bit interested in who these older brothers of theirs were. You made note to ask Bomi about it later. Getting closer to their table, you motioned for each of the boys to pay attention to you.

“Well then, want to know something?” you asked fiddling with the spread out colored pencils on their table.

“What?” Taehyun asked.

“Yeah, what?” Hueningkai agreed with an anticipating smile.

“I think you guys would make excellent friends. Each one of you has such a special and kind heart. So all those mean kids from before are just far too silly to see how amazing you all are. If I were them, I’d do anything to be your friend.” you said as if it was fact.

They all looked at you with admiration and awe, ceasing their attention for anything else. At first you read their silence as confusion, going over what you said to make sure you didn’t use any advanced words that may have been too hard for them to understand. However, when the smile on Huneingkai appeared and then gradually spread across the rest of the boys you realized otherwise. The cute little swings of their legs, the shy smiles, the averting gazes, and the reddening cheeks; they were asking for you to squeal. Unfortunately, though, Soobin was about to say something in response but was cut off by Bomi announcing their departure for the day. That, alone, was more than enough to get the whole class rowdy and loud, excited to finally go home for the day. It was also an indication for you to help clean and pack up the students for dismissal.

About 15 minutes later, all the children were packed up and ready to be led outside. Despite it being a very common practice here in Korea to take public transportation home, parents were instructed to pick up kindergarteners. Though recently, they did introduce the yellow school bus, many kindergarteners still go by parent pick-up while primary school and up take public transportation. You were never around when the boys got picked but this time Bomi had asked you to take the kids out for dismissal. This was your ample opportunity to finally figure out who was the authority figure in their lives.

Though you anticipated this a little too much, you realized quickly that the school had practically emptied at this point and it was now you and the five boys waiting outside. At least the weather was nice for being the beginning of Spring. The boys were playing amongst themselves, entirely carefree as if this was something they were used to. Bomi must’ve noticed you waiting and approached your group. With an apologetic smile, she ushered you away so they wouldn’t hear your conversation.

“Sorry Y/n, I realized I forgot to tell you. These five sometimes get picked up later than normal. I would typically do it but I have an appointment to attend! But~ I promise you, it’d be worth it once you see who picks them up. All the teachers are gaga for their older brothers! There’s seven of them and they’re all really handsome. Maybe you can snag one of them!” she giggled.

You gave her a sheepish smile before turning back to glance at the boys. You’d be lying if you said your interest hasn’t peaked but you really weren’t as intrigued as you thought you were going to be. As thrilling as it’d be to interact with these attractive men, being in a relationship wasn’t exactly high on your to-do list. It would be nice, though, to have a shared affectionate bond with someone. They were everywhere in Korea which, more or less, made you feel a little lonely sometimes. But in the same vein, it’s not like you were in one before so it didn’t bother you as much to not have one currently. Bidding her a farewell and returning back to the boys, you were curious to see what they were doing.

When you approached them, they all happily looked at you. In fact, Hueningkai came running at you with open arms, engulfing your legs as best he could. With a loud giggle escaping his lips he looked at you with bright determined eyes.

“Teacher, can we play a game together?” he asked excitedly.

You were a bit surprised by his question but happily agreed when you witnessed the excited anticipation from the others. Bending down to reach his height and clasping Hueningkai’s hands in your own, you fondly smiled at him.

“I would love to play with you all. What would you like to do?” you asked all of them.

“Let’s play tag!” Boemgyu suggested.

“No, let's play Jegi! Hoseok-hyung always plays Jegi with us!” Yeonjun interjected.

“Wait wait, how about gonggi?” Taehyun asked.

“I want to play whatever the teacher plays!” Hueningkai stated happily.

You giggled at the increase in volume, content with seeing them cutely argue amongst themselves. However, you noticed Soobin being kinda quiet, shyly looking between both you and the boys. You locked eyes with him momentarily before coaxing him to come closer to you. He hesitated at first but obliged shortly afterwards, quickly advancing. Like with Hueningkai, you got down on your knees to be eye level with him. With a warm and inviting smile, you waited patiently for him to share his thoughts.

“Can I…show you something before we play a game. I don’t care what we play but I really want to show you something.” he shyly admitted.

“Of course Soobin. Where would you like to go?” you asked.

That made the others perk at your conversation, curiosity now controlling their own thoughts and actions. Swarming the both of you quickly, they all started to bombard each of you with questions. You quietly calmed them down before beckoning Soobin to lead the way.

“Where are we going?” Beomgyu asked, confused.

“Is it an adventure?” Hueningkai asked excitedly.

You tapped your chin with your finger a few times before forming a smile on your face. Looking down at the clueless boys you gently patted each of their heads before responding.

“It’s a special place Soobin wants to take us. So, in a way, we are going on an adventure.” you revealed with a lively grin.

A pure, untouched gleam of excitement crossed each of the inquisitive boys, large and happy smiles to match. Going up towards Soobin, they began pestering him for details, impatient on where and why they started this suddenly exciting venture. He typically would just laugh at their questions or refuse to answer them only to be met with cute pouts and high pitched whines. You had the pleasure of monitoring the whole ordeal, an ever growing soft spot the more time you spent with them.

Your small group made it to the side of the building, away from the prying eyes of any authority figures who lingered around out front but also not too far from the dismissal area. Soobin stopped in his tracks before rustling through the still naked shrubs. He walked until he was behind a tree where a small premature bush lay hidden from the initial view of onlookers. Signaling for you to follow, he showed the long spider-like branches holding onto small yellow tufts. Some looked like specks and others were beginning to bloom early, but they were definitely flowers. It was very pretty to look at even if they weren’t quite mature yet and you felt honored to have been shown this. The boys must’ve agreed because they were ecstatic to see it.

“These flowers look just like the ones that are in Namjoon-hyung’s books!” Hueningkai exclaimed.

“I think Jungkook-hyung drew a picture of these once. But these look a little different.” Beomgyu analyzed, cocking his head slightly.

“I wonder if it’s because these flowers aren’t in bloom yet.” you answered.

“Bloom? What’s that?” Hueningkai asked curiously.

“It’s when the flowers are still sleeping and need a little more time to wake up! When Seokjin-hyung and I were cooking, he said that this time of the year the flowers start to wake up from sleeping for so long. But it takes some time for certain flowers to do that.” Yeonjun proudly explained.

“That’s correct! Excellent Yeonjun. Do any of you know what kind of flower this is?” you asked happily.

“It’s a golden bell! They grow in the early spring but don’t start to bloom fully until the end of March!” Soobin answered enthusiastically.

“I think they mean...anti..ci..pa..tion..?” Taehyun said, trying to sound it out.

You smiled, praising both boys for their animated excitement in their knowledge.

“Sometimes, Yoongi-hyung would tell us interesting facts about all sorts of things! Did you know that pigs can only see the sky when they die?!” Hueningkai passionately presented.

“Uh...Oh! Wow...I..I did not know that. Your brothers seem like extremely smart and talented people.” you said trying to recover from hearing such a sad yet morbid fact.

“Why thank you. That’s very sweet coming from you.” a sudden deep and masculine voice interjected.

All of your attention was grabbed by the abrupt arrival of the new voice. When you turned to see who it belonged to, you were faced with an unexpectedly beautiful face. He was tall, much taller than you, but didn’t look to be that much older either. He had blonde parted hair and beautifully sunkissed skin. He wore all black, with the exception of his white undershirt, and sported jewelry and shades that served to complement his entire style. He was bleeding a very sensually intimidating aura yet at the same time he seemed so kind and warm. He definitely had the lean figure you see in most Korean’s but he was packing on some obvious muscle thanks to the more form fitting attire he had on.

“Jimin-hyung!” they all cheered with loud and boisterous yells.

The one named Jimin had a wide unapologetic grin plastered on his face as he dropped to his knees with opened arms.

“My babies!” he squealed back as they piled into his hold all at once.

It was enough to knock the poor man over on the grass but that didn’t cease the radiant laughter coming from them all. In fact, it only served to increase it. You couldn’t help but giggle at that, an odd sense of warmth filling your being with a delightful bliss. You may not have known the little group for long but it did feel really pleasurable being around them. Jimin must’ve noticed and observed you in awe. You really had a cute smile. Picking up the younger boys and standing back up on his own two feet, Jimin bowed at you in thanks. You admitted you were taken back by his action but returned the gesture nonetheless.

“Thank you for watching over them while you waited for us. Unfortunately, we have special circumstances that prevent us from being here on time and I know that may be a bit of a burden on you guys.” he explained somewhat remorsefully.

“Please don’t worry about it. I love spending time with the boys. Honestly, it’s no problem at all. I’m new here and after this, I have plenty of free time on my hand. So being able to spend it with the boys is no problem for me. In fact, I’m actually kind of sad we’re departing so soon.” you joyously confessed, eyeing the giggling boys.

Jimin seemed somewhat surprised by this but his shock was instantly replaced with his charming closed eye smile. Yeah, you were definitely too cute.

“You’re very kind, Ms. Y/n. Well then, I hate to rip you guys apart but it’s time to take them home.” he announced.

When Jimin wasn’t met with gleeful cheers he paused with furrowed brows. Normally, they’re more than excited to leave the Hagwon but there was a solemn look present on all their faces. Hesitantly looking between Jimin and you, Hueningkai spoke up first.

“I know we have to go home but can teacher come with us?” he asked.

“Yeah, can she? That way we can keep playing together!” Beomgyu agreed.

Now Jimin was really confused. He and the rest of the guys were well aware of the tension they have with the schools here. They’ve witnessed the harsh attitudes of the teachers and the cruel actions of the students. It was only sunshine and rainbows wrapped with fear when the teachers and parents of the bullying students would discover who exactly they were. Though it brought amusement to see them squirm in fear it also was frustrating to see the boys struggling to live a normal life because of it. So witnessing them willingly want to stay by your side was more than a bit shocking. It was intriguing. Who were you? Hoping to cease their convincing pouts, he began playing with Hueningkai’s cheeks in the process.

“Teacher can’t come with us. At least, not yet anyway.” he smuggly smirked at you.

“But, as a thank you for being so kind, how about you guys ask her to come get ice cream with us after school on Saturday?” he slyly threw out.

The boys' eyes lit up at the proposition, excitement filling their tiny bodies in anticipation for the upcoming day. Turning to look at you, they bombarded you with the same question.

“Teacher, please say yes!” Yeonjun exclaimed.

“I want to show you all the cool ice cream flavors we have!” Beomgyu agreed, jumping up and down happily.

“Yeah! Yeah! Ice cream!!!” Hueningkai yelled, mimicking Beomgyu in the process.

You couldn’t help but smile at their innocent behavior, their excitement rubbing off on you just as much. With a small giggle, you gently hushed the boys in hopes of finally getting a word in.

“I’ll tag along on one condition.” you offered.

Everyone got quiet, waiting in anticipation for what you were about to say. Even Jimin fell trap to the child-like curiosity as he observed you. You couldn’t hold back a laugh from that.

“You all have to go home today without giving Mr. Jimin any more problems and while you're home, I want all of you to bring one thing that you would like to share with me tomorrow after class lets out. It’ll be like a show and tell. It has to fit in your backpack and it has to be approved by your brothers, okay? If you can manage that, I will happily go get ice cream with you guys.” you explained purposely in English.

Each boy nodded enthusiastically at you, agreeing to your terms. Just before departing each of them gave you a giant hug, some lasting longer than others. This resulted in acts of jealousy as they came back to hug you a second time. Soobin was last to hug you, whispering something in your ear.

“Hey teacher, remember when you said you’d like to be our friend? Did you mean it?”

“Of course I mean it. I would be so happy to be your friend.” you responded, locking eyes with him.

“Then I would love to be your friend too. So would the others, they told me when we were packing up.” Soobin admitted shyly.

You hugged him tightly in response, thanking him for agreeing to be your friend. When you let go, the boys ran off to the front gates, leaving both you and Jimin to follow behind. Jimin matched your pace, glancing at you every so often as you fondly watched the boys. When you caught him staring at you, he averted his eyes and quickly cleared his throat.

“Well then Ms. Y/n, I guess it really is time to get going. Don’t forget our date this Saturday!” he said following after the boys.

“I promise I won't.” you responded back, watching them get into the nice sleek black Porsche before driving away.

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letterboxd · 3 years

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A Cinematic Outcoming.

From Istanbul to Chicago, and C.R.A.Z.Y. to Spirited Away, Letterboxd member, writer and film programmer Emre Eminoğlu explores the films that drove his gay awakening.

“I see it as my duty to never shut up about how representation matters.” —Emre Eminoğlu

I was one of the luckiest ones, yet I had no idea how lucky I was. Growing up in Istanbul, Turkey, a predominantly patriarchal, conservative and homophobic society, my luck was being born into an open-minded, secular and loving family.

In this bubble, I was isolated from the struggles of the majority of my people. I was not bullied at school by my peers, I was not forced into being someone else by my family. Yet I still had that voice in my head. As soon as I realized something could be different with me, I became my own bully and forcefully adopted a fictional persona: ‘exceptionally normal’.

Coming out was hard, but coming out to myself was harder. Although I was perfectly aware of my sexual identity, I could not come to terms with the possibility of being ‘abnormal’. Cue cinema. Watching films was a way of escape for high-school Emre—it still is—and it was inevitable that I would come across some LGBTQ+ films. I was not consciously in search of a ‘truth’ about myself but I started seeing my reflection in them, as they slowly disarmed the bully I involuntarily created.

Twenty years later, now, as a 34-year-old gay man professionally writing on cinema and television, I see it as my duty to never shut up about how representation matters. Streaming LGBTQ+ shows on various platforms, seeing widely released, mainstream LGBTQ+ films, listening to the music of openly LGBTQ+ stars, and hearing words of wisdom like “If you can’t love yourself, how in the hell you gonna love somebody else?”, I am confident that the personal, inner bully that I created twenty years ago would not survive a week in today’s world.

‘C.R.A.Z.Y.’ (2005)

Jean-Marc Vallée’s C.R.A.Z.Y. (2005) was definitely not the first LGBTQ+ film I ever watched, but it was an invaluable juncture in my life. It was a hot summer in Istanbul, freshman year of college was over. One of my best friends, who had been accompanying me through most of my cinematic discoveries, told me about a French-Canadian film with this guy on the film poster with David Bowie makeup on his face. We headed to an independent theater in Kadıköy to see it.

Zachary Beaulieu was different. As the lone gay son in a family of five boys, he too was forcefully adopting a fictional persona, and his way of escape was music. He was constantly worried about how to be worthy of his parents’ love, how to realize their ideals of him, and how his difference and truth contradicted all of that. Zac’s 1960s basically mirrored my story in the 2000s. I perfectly muted the life-changing enlightenment I was going through and did not vocalize my inner screams.

In two hours, C.R.A.Z.Y. helped me realize my true self and admit my sexual identity after all those years. It was a personal threshold I had been longing to cross… but there was still a lot to go through.

‘Les Amours Imaginaires’ (Heartbeats, 2010)

Liking someone, falling for someone, being loved, dating someone, sex, refusals, misinterpretations, heartbreaks, break-ups, bad sex. On the other side of the closet, I was being introduced to new, sometimes euphoric, sometimes gut-wrenching experiences. But coming out to my friends was still a challenge. I was feeling so lonely keeping all these wonderful and horrible experiences in my chest.

But I was not alone: LGBTQ+ films were my life’s understudy. The same heartbreaks, worries, and disappointments I was going through were right there on the silver screen. I took note as two best friends, Francis and Marie, fall for the same guy and navigate their friendship in Xavier Dolan’s Les Amours Imaginaires (Heartbeats, 2010). I studied how a popular student, Jarle, falls for the new guy in school, but cannot risk his reputation to be with him in Stian Kristiansen’s Mannen som Elsket Yngve (The Man Who Loved Yngve, 2008) and I watched as close friends Tobi and Achim become lovers, until one’s need to keep everything secret threatens to destroy the relationship in Marco Kreuzpaintner’s Sommersturm (Summer Storm, 2004).

Things were not always accessible via online platforms and the internet, so film festivals were often the only chance to see the latest independent and queer films. Two of the biggest film festivals in Istanbul, thankfully, had LGBTQ+-focused sections; !f’s Gökkuşağı (Rainbow) and Istanbul Film Festival’s Nerdesin aşkım? (Where are you, my love?) felt like home.

‘Tomboy’ (2011)

Being the lone avid cinephile among my friends, I was used to seeing half of my festival picks alone. Even before coming out to myself, my hopes for a romantic relationship included, among other things, having a festival partner. When I, fortunately, found the one, I was delighted to have also found the perfect festival partner. Shortly after our first month together, the first film we saw at a film festival was Céline Sciamma’s Tomboy (2011).

Although I was a 24 year old cis man, I was more than able to empathize with the title character, a ten-year-old trans boy. With his family unaware of his true identity, Mickaël experiences the liberation of a fresh start when ‘mistaken’ for a boy after they move to a new neighborhood—finally able to introduce himself as Mickaël, not Laure.

Changing my career path, a new job in the creative industry, and a stable relationship had similar effects on me. I was still not completely out to my parents, or some of my friends, schoolmates, and acquaintances from my past, but I was freed of the obligation to explain anything to my new friends or colleagues. I would proudly introduce them to my boyfriend, or simply correct people by saying I was attracted to men during a conversation. The perfect festival partner turned out to be a perfect partner as well—over the past ten years, he has helped me grow and be proud of myself.

‘Weekend’ (2011)

We moved in together in the fifth year of our relationship. Right above our bed hangs a poster of Andrew Haigh’s Weekend (2011). At the time we saw it, it was just another film that we watched together and liked—no significance, no symbolism. It is the story of two young men, Russell and Glen, who are fascinated by the connection they find between each other, and are surprised how their one-night-stand evolved into the perfect weekend. When Glen reveals that he will be leaving for another country the very next day, it only makes their connection stronger, and their time together more precious. Being a timid and socially anxious person, none of my romantic relationships or my friendships had formed this organically. Even my first date with my partner was a disaster. We built what we have now over time, slowly and patiently. I did not believe in ‘weekends’.

And yet, one summer night, we met a guy on Grindr, as we occasionally did. What we thought was just another one night stand was in fact a transformative experience for us both. Intense conversation, a triple connection, the drinks we enjoyed instead of hurrying to bed, and the passionate sex turned that casual one-night-stand into a magical reality for us. We realized that we still had feelings and instincts to discover in ourselves and in each other. Over a week-long, unexpected, unpredictable polyamorous fling, we learned to act as one instead of two—only to find out that he was leaving for another country the very next week. This was our ‘weekend’.

‘Hamam’ (Steam: The Turkish Bath, 1997)

Thinking how LGBTQ+ films of other cultures and languages had played a significant role in some precious, threshold-crossing moments of my life, it was alienating not being able to feel embraced and represented openly in Turkish cinema. There were certainly multiple Turkish LGBTQ+ films or characters, but they were in films addressing more urgent issues—right to live, violence against LGBTQ+ individuals, honor murders, trans murders—rather than the nuanced experience of queer love.

Although I discovered it years after it was released, Italian-Turkish director Ferzan Özpetek’s Hamam (Steam: The Turkish Bath, 1997) was a mind-blowing experience for me. The relationship, and the sexual tension, between Francesco, the Italian heir to a building with a Turkish bath in it, and Mehmet, the young son of the family managing the compound, felt much closer to my story and my cultural, familial identity.

Aşk, Büyü vs. (Love, Spells and All That, 2019)

Today, I am glad to see more and more filmmakers finding the courage to maintain the LGBTQ+ narrative in Turkish cinema, despite the oppressive, intolerant and exclusionary policies. Some are telling the youthful, urban stories I was longing for at the time: In Leyla Yılmaz’s Bilmemek (Not Knowing, 2019), Umut, a high-school athlete from a middle-class family in Istanbul, is bullied by his so-called modern and open-minded teammates after not replying to a query about whether he is gay or not. In Ümit Ünal’s Aşk, Büyü vs. (Love, Spells and All That, 2019), Eren and Reyhan, two adult women reunite in the magical atmosphere of The Princes’ Islands on the Istanbul coast, decades after they were forcefully separated by their parents.

The story of me coming out to myself all started with an urge to escape reality through cinema, and on the way, I found films that gave meaning to my muddled existence. When I saw Levan Akin’s And Then We Danced (2019), I smiled as I noticed the Spirited Away poster in Merab’s room; this minor detail another reminder that I was not alone. Merab, a gay dancer who is part of a very traditional and conservative Georgian dance company, was dealing with similar challenges in his life. He was trying to discover his true identity in a society that does not celebrate being different. He was too, finding an escape in cinema.

Coming out was hard. It still is. A recent Instagram post by the 27-year-old actor Connor Jessup, who came out as gay two years ago, reminded me coming out is not a single moment, but a never-ending process, a ‘becoming’. He writes, “When I first came out, a friend wrote to me and said, ‘Now you can really start coming out.’ Start? I thought. I just did it. But he was right. […] I’m going to keep trying. I’m going to keep looking.”

I keep trying, and looking. Learning about myself, my identity, my relationship. And LGBTQ+ films keep helping and inspiring me, just as they did in my journey to accept myself and become the person I am today. This is the power of cinema; unconsciously, you see your past, actuality and possibilities through the stories filmmakers tell. And I am so grateful to these filmmakers.

Related content

The Ten Greatest Turkish Films of All Time, according to the Turkish Film Critics’ Association

Emre’s Favorite LGBTQ+ Films: a personal top 50

Queer Films in Turkish Cinema—a list by Atakan

The Top 100 Turkish Movies of the 21st Century: Emre’s personal favorites

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twstwonderlandstuff · 2 years

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valencia karasu hc's (1)

profession-wise in the future, valencia will either be a drummer or a cafe owner

she'll also have 3 kids; 1 girl, 2 boys, all in the age difference by 2, along with 1 kitten and grim, ofc

valencia has a dating simulator character that she's been pining strongly over for 4 years

he's a knight, similar to silver and the sleepy kind (like silver)

she has merch and a shrine for him in her room. very gung ho on marrying him and taking him as her wife

has a 2 part powerpoint presentation on WHY he is so wifey

valencia bursts into tears at the sight of a pretty boy

e.g.: vil schoenheit, epel felmier, silver

valencia and grim WILL match outfits by enlisting vil's help. they're almost always matching

valencia has a small chest, so she cross dresses to make up for it. I mean, might as well, right?

has a very deep voice and can be easily mistaken as a man. sort of sounds like a mix of lilia and sebek? yeah

has coerced deuce into asking jack and sebek why their boobs are so big. ace is there too, coercing deuce. gets pummeled by the both of them in the end

very ticklish!!! is often how the other students get their revenge on her

gives grim little forehead kisses and raspberries on his stomach

her love language is physical touch! will platonically kiss friends because you don't KISS your homies goodnight?! you fuckin disappointment 🔫 LMAO

uses ppt presentations for explanations. v good at editing them (meme wise)

okay i am between making her super short or like 172 cm...

it's way funnier if she's short so...

VALENCIA IS 145 CM SHORTER THAN ORTHO HAAAAA

HOWS THE WEATHER DOWN THERE SHORT ASS LMAOOOO BET YA CAN'T EVEN TOUCH ME

oh that being said she'll climb jack as a challenge

also she calls sebek a halfling to assert DOMINANCE

she likes wearing cold shoulder turtlenecks, but also likes her back exposed! she also likes wearing short skirts (above the knee) and thigh highs, but do not worry, because she's wearing pants underneath 👍

also has a cat patterned jacket that has a very simple stitch pattern of a cat

speaking off, has once accidentally flashed herself in front of the whole class. did not come to school for 1 week. vivica had to drag her out her room LMAO

eats chocolate ice cream as a comfort food

oh!!! also has a lot of crushes on people! men, women, whoever it is, she'll crush on you, so i guess a romantic? hmm not sure though

she has a lot of fleeting crushes, but longer standing crushes do exist! started when she was about... 6, 7? yeah

absolute bloody besties with vivica (her cousin)! they get along like bread and butter

ace, her annoying brother-in-arms. had a momentary crush on him before going 'are you fuckin insane??? HIM??? no.' otherwise very good friends who like pranking deuce hehe >:D

deuce, her better brother-in-arms. very easy to tease. he's also the partial reason she hides her gender because... have you seen ghost marriage deuce trying to woo eliza?

lands on silver as her long time crush. the music club knows about it and the first years know about it

once she has a crush its really easy for it to slip out between friends

oh yeah she's also part of the music club! good at drumming, and I mean good. too bad i dunno anything about drums or i coulda added some trivia here LOL

is trying her best to court silver but ITS NOT WORKING LILIA GIVE MY GIRL A HAND STOP LAUGHING AT HER PLEASE SHE IS ON HER KNEES

#what do you mean there's a character limit on tumblr now?#HUH #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst #valencia karasu #look these thoughts have been in my head for almost a year and a half okay #i had to

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arieswonjin · 4 years

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my go-to (barista/cafe au)

pairings: goo jungmo x reader

genre: fluff, enemies(?) to lovers if you squint

summary: dealing with customers has never been your favorite part of being a barista. especially customers like goo jungmo. and now you have to train him to become one? that’s just great.

word count: 3.2k

warnings: none

song inspo: 커피를 마시고 coffee - reprise

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"sir, may i ask if you’re going to order or not? you can step aside first if-"

"wait, wait. how different is the iced latte from the iced caramel latte?" says the man while still looking up at the menu overhead, lips parted, eyes squinted, and hands on the side of his neck, mid-scratch. you tapped the cash register impatiently and took note of how his sharp jaw moved as he scrutinized the menu. was it possible to hate someone at first sight? he was only your first customer of the day yet your blood was already boiling. either finals season was getting to you or this guy had a knack for testing your patience.

you walked to your part-time job every day at the break of dawn just in time for you to see most of the commercial establishments opening. people were going about their own mornings preferring to be undisturbed, you included. earphones in, you savored the few peaceful moments you had to yourself before the chaos of a morning shift.

more often than not, your shifts were totally and utterly uninteresting: you would be prepping ingredients to be used for the rest of the day and office employees or the occasional student running late for a 7 am class would be walking in and out to get their morning fix. there was also a bunch of cleaning left for you. the night-shift employee was simply not thorough enough to distinguish which mop to use for the spills. to this, you did your first of many eye-rolls for the day.

that being said, you weren’t exactly the most patient among your colleagues; however, the laid-back atmosphere this friendly neighborhood cafe had when it was not teeming with customers around the early afternoon almost made you forget about your subtle hatred for human interaction.

but today, as you started your shift at 6 am in the morning with your eyes barely open and a man who has been standing in front of you for more than three minutes, you remembered just why.

"well, sir, obviously, the caramel latte...has caramel." you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at the stupid question, whispering the better part of your sentence to mask your tone. but as they all say, the customer is always right. what a nonsensical saying.

"give me a second. i’ll just call a friend to ask what to order here.”

to your distaste, the older male leisurely took his phone out from his brown coat and scrolled through his contacts like he had all the time in the world. oh, if he could only hear your inner thoughts.

“wait-” he flashed you a friendly smile while fumbling with the gadget. “hey, serim-hyung-"

the man flinched, almost too dramatically, when you placed both your palms on the counter with just the right amount of force to shake its contents. he expected to see you fuming but instead saw the softest expression on your face which, frankly, was scarier.

"one caramel latte, hot, with an extra shot of espresso and a pump of dark chocolate for?"

"goo jungmo." he replied, suddenly alert, phone still pressed to his ear. the dull sounds of a confused friend on the other line now went unnoticed.

"...goo jeonmo. coming right up," you punched in the order while holding a fake smile that started to hurt your cheeks and exhaled a breath you didn't know you’ve been holding. breathe, y/n, this will be a fine morning. he’ll be out of here in just a few minutes.

“it's actually goo jung-"

"5,000 won, please." you extended your palm to him without making eye-contact.

jungmo just stared at your hand for a few seconds, still dazed with your outburst. could that even be considered an outburst? how strange. "oh. here." and it just started to sink in that you practically made his order for him.

"hey, i didn't ask for a-" he leaned in to take a peek at the monitor, ready to protest against the sudden turn of events. all he wanted was to get a new kind of morning coffee at this new place before walking to the university, yet it seemed like the way you two met was enough to shake the morning drowsiness out of the both of you.

"it's good. it’s my go-to. consider it a secret special," you said nonchalantly and turned the monitor away from him. you handed him the receipt and gestured him towards the claiming counter. "next customer, please."

jungmo slowly slid to the side as he placed his hands inside his pockets. he just shook his head, trying to wipe away the amused smile he now unconsciously had on his face while thinking about the humor in this encounter.

“oh shoot. sorry, hyung. did i wake you? my bad... but i guess you have to get up now, huh?” he laughed mischievously, getting back to the phone call left unattended a few moments ago. “oh, it was nothing! i’ll tell you about it later. it’s funny, really.”

with a quick glance at your nameplate, he started to think about what other interesting encounters would take place in this cafe in the following mornings. maybe he just found his new pre-class route.

the rest of the week was uneventful to say the least. your encounter with the unrealistically good-looking yet annoyingly slow customer was now far forgotten. as per usual, university kept you busy outside of work.

you’ve always thought your part-time job jived well with your college degree. after all, there’s nothing like the scent and taste of coffee to keep a pre-med student awake in front of their brick-like pathophysiology books. all those extra shots of espresso and doses of dark chocolate are enough to keep your eyes open and your mind running for countless all-nighters.

and that was exactly what you were planning to do tonight. clad in your most comfortable sweater which replaced your coffee-stained apron, a cold drink in hand, you made your way to the haneul university library.

seoul started and ended its day just like any other famous metropolis. jungmo observed this everyday as his feet took him to where he needed to be like it's second nature. but that one wednesday when he broke his routine and entered a new side-street cafe, his morning became unlike any other stroll to the university and he was sure to go back.

for two very unexpected reasons.

first, because he was surprisingly offered a part-time job (a funny coincidence. who would’ve thought the cafe owner was his father’s high school bandmate?) and second, well, because he found himself craving your go-to drink. that genius mix really got to him. and to think that he didn’t even order it himself.

he pondered dropping by the cafe before his first day of barista training tomorrow as he stood up to exit the university library. jungmo just spent most of the evening finishing a 10-page world history paper, his last agenda for the day.

“agh… my back hurts.” he stretched before grabbing his jacket and the last of his things from the study table.

“y/n? the book you were looking for was just returned here,”

jungmo involuntarily snapped his head towards the front desk, reacting to the name called out by the resident librarian. he scratched his neck in confusion as he looked for the source of the voice.

“ah, thank you. i’ll take this,”

so it’s really that y/n from the cafe? he followed you with his eyes as you walked back to the library table that you were occupying alone. jungmo, his mouth frozen in a small ‘o’ at yet another coincidence, might just have a change of evening plans. haneul university was truly full of surprises. and good ones.

“long night?”

you abruptly looked up from the stack of notes you were studying intently, unable to properly respond to jungmo’s small talk. nonetheless, the look of recognition on your face was enough to urge him to continue.

“one caramel latte, with an extra shot of espresso and a pump dark chocolate for y/n. but you seem to be having it iced now?” he looked over at the drink on top of your desk, trying to use his wide smile to start a conversation. it’s how people almost always immediately warmed up to the charming and childlike goo jungmo. he silently hoped you were not an exception, even if he straight up just mocked your lines.

“you study here?” you asked when you recovered from the sudden greeting, if you could even call it that.

“well, obviously, i do.” jungmo mocked you again, all in good fun. he successfully replicated the tone you used with him during your not-so-pleasant cafe encounter.

you sighed in defeat. you really did feel sorry for the way you acted. it was a good thing you still even had your job. “i’m sorry for how i acted that morning. i guess it was the stress getting to me. jeonmo, right?”

“goo jungmo, actually.” he laughed, finally succeeding in correcting the mistaken name at which you just facepalmed in embarrassment. “no worries. i was really slow, wasn’t i?” he scratched the back of his head, a tinge of realization crossing his facial expression. you nodded with pursed lips.

“but hey, at least i got three good things out of that morning in bt cafe.” he casually sat on the chair next to you and pulled up three fingers, counting down while he spoke. “the drink was good, and i got a new job there, and...”

“wait, you’re the new recruit i have to teach?! you know i have to work nights now, right?”

maybe it was the way he sat down beside you so comfortably or how adorably foolish he looked with that habitual scratch to the neck, but holding a casual conversation with this jungmo wasn’t hard at all. the first impressions my 6 am-self created are really unreliable.

“you make it sound so sketchy. it’s a cafe job, not some underground cult.”

you rolled your eyes at his joke and scoffed, internally thanking the heavens for his humor that’s making this sudden interaction so light-hearted. he waved the previous statement off and continued. “turns out bt cafe stands for boys in trouble, my father’s band back in high school.”

“your father is mr. kim’s bandmate?! he talks endlessly about his band phase!”

“shhh!” both of you bowed to the librarian who was peering at you through the shelves on your far-left.

“best bandmate, mind you. it’s the reason why i picked up some guitar skills growing up.” jungmo gets immersed in your now-hushed conversation, making himself lean back on the library chair despite not having any work to do. you did the same, unconsciously leaning in to hear more about your boss.

your pending tasks were left undone for the meantime and you and jungmo were subjected to about three more glares from the librarian that night.

night 1: bt cafe

the training starts.

“coffee beans. they all look the same.” now wearing an apron identical to the one you had, jungmo stood in front of the cafe pantry trying to decipher the coffee beans you’ve been introducing to him without their respective labels.

“that’s what amateurs always say,” you teased. from the previous night, you already established how fun it was to see his reactions to even the smallest attempts to irritate him. it was a good thing trainings took place in the early evenings when you actually had the energy for a bit of fun.

“well, i am an amateur. that’s why you’re teaching me, sunbae.” jungmo jabbed back and followed you around the main counter, hands clasped together as he tried to act like a cute and enthusiastic junior.

you pretended to cringe and broke in laughter when he whined. “back to the coffee beans…”

night 7: bt cafe

within a week, jungmo got the hang of working the bulky and stubborn espresso machine. he has yet to produce a perfectly good batch without burning himself, though.

“i’m surprised you even have the time for a part-time job, pre-med.”

“i could say the same to you, mr. pilot. don’t you have plane diagrams to memorize--ow! that’s hot!” you retreated from the hot cup he was handing to you.

“shit, did I burn you?” jungmo instinctively took your hand and started to look for any redness and swelling, turning your hand over in his. “where does it hurt?”

“.....i’m okay.” you looked up at the much taller male and slowly slid away, finding the sudden proximity quite foreign.

“a baristas hands are precious. let me get a cold towel,”

you followed his retreating figure with your eyes, noting how easily he blended in with the rest of the cafe, apron and all. with a shake of your head and a repressed smile, you might have just thought about calling him cute.

night 10: bt cafe

“....then, after that you just let the coffee drip by itself for about 15-20 minutes- yah.”

“hmm?” jungmo straightened up from having his head on his palm, elbows against the counter. “sorry. you kinda looked...cute...when you were focused.” he said softly without making eye-contact as he mimicked the coffee drip set-up you just made. he realized that it was a weird feeling, suddenly being timid like this.

“tch. focus.” you turned your back to place some ingredients back on their shelves, taking this opportunity to smile and recollect yourself before going back to watching jungmo’s progress.

night 14: university grounds

"you really don't have to bring me these to track your progress..." you saw jungmo waiting outside the biology laboratory for the third time this week, thermos clutched in hand. a few days ago, he insisted on buying his own coffee drip set to get some practice at home. talk about being thoughtfully extra.

"i mean, yeah, we're together every night but you have to see how i do it on my own!"

"shh! people will take that out of context, idiot!" you looked around at the waves of people piling out of the laboratory, worried someone might overhear. jungmo just teased you by wiggling his eyebrows, earning him a smack to the shoulder.

night 20: bt cafe

“yes, y/n, to what do i owe this pleasure of a phone call from you?” jungmo answered his phone after several rings. you were beginning to worry that he got into an accident. why was he so late to his training tonight?

“where are you?”

“i might not come tonight. important presentation tomorrow and we might have to pull an all-nighter. don’t worry! i already told our boss. wait, you’re actually looking for me.”

“i mean, you’ve been coming every night so…”

“y/n misses me.” you almost hear his teasing face through the phone lines. jungmo heard your eyes roll in turn.

“uhm, no, thank you. i’m hanging up.” you put your phone back inside your pocket only to retrieve it after a few seconds when you received a message notification.

don’t worry! i miss you too!

night 30: haneul university library

“agh. how am i ever going to save lives like this?” the sound of resignation in your voice made jungmo look up from his laptop. aside from the regular trainings, you and jungmo have arranged regular study sessions. it’s safe to say that you’ve been spending a good fraction of your week with your fellow haneul student, workmate, and, as it now seems, a special friend.

“you’re keeping me alive just fine, though, doc.” jungmo walked over to your side of the library table and ruffled your hair while your face was still buried in your textbooks. his previous statement went unnoticed. “you should go home early tonight. i’ll take you.” he pulled you up by the arm, shaking you to encourage you to stand up as you grunted.

“thanks, mogu.”

he just nodded at you with a smile and held out his arm to drape around you while you walked. “let’s go.”

night 40: university garden

“hey, you never told me about the third thing.” you sat on the garden bench, stopping jungmo’s strides and pulling him to sit too.

"hmm?"

“the third good thing you got from that day at the cafe. you got a good drink, got a job and….?” you urged him to continue, expecting the answer to be something trivial. after all, it was something he told you on the first day you properly met. would he even remember what the third thing was?

“that? the third thing is that..." jungmo took his time and pretended to fix his jacket, intentionally stalling until you glared at him.

"....i met you.” the casual tone in his voice and the giggle that accompanied it made it seem like it was something he said everyday.

"liars go to hell. and you're full of cheese."

"but you love cheese." he shrugged. knowing you couldn’t deny this, jungmo stood up and pulled you by the hand, ready to walk you home like what the both of you have gotten used to.

night 50: bt cafe

“so you sold your coffee drip set to wonjin because…?” you were fixing up the last of today’s orders with jungmo waiting beside you to place them on their cup holders.

“i don’t need to make coffee for myself anymore. you speed up my heart just fine throughout the day now.” he secured the cups and held them out to the waiting customer. “come again!”

“goo jungmo.” you turned bright red and hid your embarrassment by slapping jungmo’s arm. “don’t fool around like that.”

“ey. i just confessed, can’t you be a little more accommodating?” jungmo ran to the door and flipped the cafe sign from open to closed. “should i have written it in latte art or something? i like you. would 8 letters fit in that tiny cup?”

“you call that a confession?” this earned the iconic whine from goo jungmo. "hey, idiot!" you called to him from across the empty cafe and scratched your neck like he always did, for effect. "i like you, too."

night 77: bt cafe

“shift’s over. what are you doing?” you leaned on the counter to take a peek at what jungmo was doing. there were no customers anymore so you were wondering what was keeping him so busy.

“one caramel latte, iced, with-“

“—an extra shot of espresso and a pump of dark chocolate...” you continued his sentence, nodding your head in time with the words.

“...for my y/n,” jungmo finished and handed you a cup with both hands. you took it with a playful squint of your eyes.

you took a sip, keeping your eyes on the expectant jungmo. a moment of silence ensued.

“jungmo. i love you….but-”

“i love you too.” he hurriedly replied without hesitation.

“…but i still make the best version of this.” you smiled victoriously, sticking your tongue out at him before drinking the rest of the latte which you admitted tasted pretty close to your specialty. jungmo just raised his hands up in defeat and proceeded to watch you drink his version of the go-to drink that brought you two together in the first place.

“if i get to see you smile like that, do i really want to get it right?”

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Secret Santa fic!

Heya @all-eternity it was me all along! I hope you enjoy this :) very much looking foward to actually being able to follow you after this without looking sketchy lmao

Also shoutout to my lovely beta reader @keepersandqueens as if I don’t talk about Salas enough here lol

Warnings: underage drinking, drinking in general, hangover, drugs/medication mention (not abused, basic over the counter stuff dw), mentions of vomit (not described)

Pairings: Kam, background marelinh, ex titz

About: Kam coffee shop college au

Word count: 5,205

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Tam stumbled into his first 8 am class, anxiety making his heart feel like it was pounding out of his chest and stomach doing backflips.

If he could survive bouncing between foster homes, a short stint at juvie, and worst of all high school, he could survive college.

Well he thought he could until he saw a familiar person right next to the only available chair in the room.

God fucking damn it.

"Hey Bangs Boy!" Keefe waved him down, causing a scene. Tam had no option but to sit beside him, both because of the lack of chairs and the fact that everyone was now staring at him.

Not a great start.

"What a coincidence! I notice you still haven't taken my suggestions on your hair, I'm telling ya' you'd get all the girls and or guys and nonbinary pals with a man bun." Keefe looked smug at the fact he'd be able to taunt Tam for another semester, minimum. Tam was already making a mental note to check when he could swap out of classes.

"Keefe, if I knew you were going here I would've just gotten myself back in jail, oh wait, you were the one who got me in there in the first place." Tam shot him a look, praying that he'd suddenly develop superpowers and shoot lasers from his eyes.

"Hey, just because I came up with the idea...and helped with some of the execution, doesn't mean I'm responsible for you trashing your parents house. Besides, you were only in there for like 3 days max before you got out," Keefe said, shrugging as if 3 days in jail was no biggie.

"Most peaceful 3 days of my life," Tam sneered, turning back to the front of the room as the professor walked in.

"Good morning class!" the prof turned to the white board, writing his name. "I am Dr. Harding," he tapped it for emphasis.

The class was silent.

"And you say good mor..."

"Good morning Dr. Harding," The class said in unison, they all sounded tired and bored.

This wasn't going to be fun.

~*~

"Grande ice vanilla latte for...Hen-are-y?"

The man shot Keefe a look as he grabbed his coffee.

"Henry." He dropped a tip in the jar, fifty cents. How generous.

He had come in before, and never left good tips. Keefe made it a game to pronounce the names of anyone who wasn't a college student and left bad tips wrong, no matter how much they came in. It was a wonder he hadn't been fired yet.

As he turned preparing another drink, the bell at the top of the door rang. He ignored it at first until he heard a quiet, "Fuck," come from behind.

"Bangs boy!"

"Why are you here?"

"I work here obviously," Keefe walked up to the counter. "Now, what'll it be?"

Tam sighed. "Iced caramel macchiato with two extra shots of espresso."

"Size?"

"Venti."

Keefe whistled thinking about how much caffeine that was as he wrote down "Bangs Boy" on the cup.

"Alright, that'll be 5.75, may I ask why the insane amount of coffee? I believe I remember you saying caffeine makes you anxious in high school."

"Yes, but it also helps me focus, and I have a quiz tomorrow I haven't studied for."

"Fair enough," Keefe said, going to prepare the drink. "It'll be ready in five."

Tam nodded, walking off to the side and scrolling on his phone. Keefe made the drink, occasionally sneaking looks over at Tam. He didn't seem to notice, thank God.

Soon after, they finished the transaction.

"See you at class," Keefe said, he was trying to be genuine, but it came across more taunting.

Tam grimaced, muttered "Thanks for the coffee," and walked out the door.

~*~

The class fell silent as a disheveled Dr. Harding walked in, a pack of gatorade in one hand and bottle of tylenol in the other. He popped one as he sat down.

"Hello class it seems today I have the worst headache imaginable, just give me about 5 minutes of silence and we will go over your assignments."

Keefe leaned over to Tam's desk.

"Well, we know what he got into last night," he whispered. "Heard the bar on the corner of 5th was giving out two for ones for professors."

"Isn't that place run by the alumni?"

"Exactly. Gotta thank Alvar tomorrow, Fitz said it was his idea."

"Wait Fitz goes here too? Why did I not-"

"Boys!" Dr. Harding practically yelled. "I am tired of the racket." He put his face in his hands where his elbows rested on the desk, bald spot showing to the world.

"We were whispering!" Keefe made a 'what the hell' sort of gesture. Tam glared at him, hoping he could communicate 'I will kill you myself if you say another word' with just his eyes.

"Sencen, do I look like I care?"

Keefe winced a bit at the use of his last name. That was something Tam could understand.

"Look, boys," Dr. Harding stood up and turned to the chalkboard, writing something down. "If you all like talking so much, you'll love this next project."

He walked to the side, revealing the board, that read '10 page essay, due the 25th'

"With the person next to you, you'll be writing a 10 page essay on um...the importance of keeping your oil changed in your car. You'll then present it to the class. It's worth 25 points."

A student raised their hand.

"Luka?"

"Sir, I thought this was a psychology course?"

"It is. You are all excused."

With that, he left the room with his tylenol and gatorade in his arms. The students glared at Keefe and Tam as they all got up, muttering amongst themselves about the pure bullshittery of it all.

"So..." Keefe said, slowly standing. "Does the library tomorrow at 3 work? I have work until then, so it can't be any earlier."

"Yeah, sure." Tam promptly walked out of the classroom as fast as possible, he didn't know why but his anxiety was spiking. He tried to tell himself it was just because he was a useless gay that didn't know jackshit about cars, yeah, surely that was it.

Just a useless gay.

~*~

Tam waited at a table in the library, it was 3:05, Keefe was late.

He didn't know what else he expected from him, he always seemed to do stuff like this. At the same time, Tam didn't have the energy to be particularly mad at him. This was going to be the stupidest essay ever written in the history of man, might as well put it off.

The library door slammed open, and in came Keefe. He balanced a large stack of papers and books along with four drinks. He stumbled over to Tam and practically threw them down on the table.

"Sorry I'm late, I thought it would be nice to, like, get you a coffee, but I didn't know how much caffeine you wanted, so I got one decaf caramel macchiato, one normal, and one with an extra shot, and also hot chocolate for me."

He sat down in the chair by Tam, as if getting three different coffees for someone you were forced to do a project with was totally normal.

"Um...thanks, I-I can pay you back-"

"Don't worry about it." Keefe turned to him and smiled, bright and friendly. Tam was frozen. "Okay, now it's car time." Keefe turned back to the desk.

"Yeah."

They were silent for a while as they researched, Keefe going through his piles of papers and books and Tam on his laptop like any sane person would.

Tam finally worked up the nerve to talk.

"So um...this is out of nowhere, but I think you mentioned Fitz went here?"

"Oh, yeah." Keefe put down the absurdly large textbook that was set up in front of him. "He's my roommate, he uh thought it would be best not to tell you after everything, I guess."

"That's fine," Tam shrugged like he didn't care. "I'm over it."

He was, really. They only dated like 2 weeks, sure it ended with a...pretty big fight after Fitz claimed he wouldn't be able to date someone who had gone to jail and Tam reminded him it was his best friend that got him in there in the first place, but he was still over it. There was still something bothering him, nothing to do with Fitz himself but...something. He just couldn't put his finger on what.

"Alright, I'll take your word." Keefe shrugged, setting his giant book back up in front of him.

Tam felt the need to start talking again, but didn't. They were mostly silent for the next 40 minutes or so, just researching and the occasional word exchanged between them.

Keefe checked his phone.

"Shit," He got up. "Work emergency, I gotta go. Same time tomorrow?"

"Yeah that works."

"Chill, see ya' later."

"Bye."

Keefe waved (with a wide grin Tam would've called idiotic in high school) as he went out the door.

Tam found himself with a smile on his own face, he quickly stopped, hoping no one saw.

~*~

Keefe hurried into work, pulling his apron on as he saw the absurdly long line and a panicked Marella frantically making coffees behind the counter. She sighed with relief when she saw him.

"Thank God," She said as he stepped behind the counter with her. "There was a scheduling error, Forkle's useless at that stuff."

Mr. Forkle, their well-meaning but often mistaken manager, was out of town at the moment. The fate of the Starbucks rested on two college kids, what could go wrong.

And so they went, Keefe taking orders and Marella fulfilling them until there were no more to serve.

Marella, quite literally, threw in a towel she had wiped her face with. Promptly going to the back, presumably for her break. Keefe followed her.

"Alright, I think you can probably go back to whatever you were doing before this now if you'd like," said Marella, inspecting the small braids in her hair in the nearest shiny surface.

"Nah I was just doing a project with Tam for Harding's stupid class, he's probably left by now, I might as well rack up some overtime."

Marella turned back at him, clearly caught off guard at the name.

"Tam? As in my-girlfriend's-brother Tam? As in you-had-a-massive-crush-on-in-highschool Tam? As in dated-Fitz Tam? As in you-got-him-in-jail-"

"Yes! Yes! Why does everyone remind me of that, it was one time."

"When you get someone in jail, people tend to remember," Marella went silent for a second, thinking, before looking Keefe in the eye. "Wow, that must be awkward as hell, I mean seriously, if I were you I'd straight up file a restraining order just to avoid him. Maybe move to another country. I hear Estonia is lovely this time of year."

"Eh, it's not as bad as it seems. I mean it was awful at first, mostly because I tried to resume right where we left it on the taunting front, but I think it's ok now."

"Hm. Well good luck with that," Marella turned back to go to the front, but Keefe grabbed her arm to stop her.

"Uh, actually I need your advice on something. It has to do with Tam."

"Shoot."

"Well I was thinking of maybe, I don't know, asking him out or something? Look, yeah, it's an awful idea but is it 'he never wants to talk to me again' awful or 'he attempts to strangle me' awful?"

Marella looked him up and down, eyes uncomfortably cold, as usual.

"I mean, no hetero, but despite your annoying qualities you're a decent looking guy. Plus Tam's, like, super anxious according to Linh, so maybe he'll be too awkward to say no. You can probably squeeze at least one date in there."

"Wow, thanks Mare," Keefe mumbled, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Yes, I try. Also don't call me Mare."

"Alright Ella!" Keefe called as the front door's bell rang, signalling a new customer. Marella went off to take care of it, unable to respond she growled back at him.

~*~

Tap tap tap tap tap.

Tam glared from across the table.

Tap tap tap tap tap tap.

"Why do you keep doing that?"

Keefe looked up, muttered a simple "Fidgety" and went right back to it, tapping his pen against the table. Tam said nothing more.

Keefe had been quiet for this entire meeting, something highly unusual for him.

"Ok, seriously dude, what's up? I haven't seen you this quiet literally ever."

He only seemed to get more fidgety at this question, his bouncing leg shaking the library table.

"I...um..." he looked down, running a hand through his hair "I have a test I need to cram for and no one to study with and keep me accountable. Y'know, ADHD issues."

Tam didn't overthink for once in his life but the moment the sentence was out of his mouth he regretted it.

"I have a test too, maybe we could study together?"

Keefe smiled his annoyingly charming smile.

"Sounds good."

"Good."

Tam quickly looked back down at his computer, trying to look like he was still doing car research when in actuality he was processing he just actively offered to spend more time with Keefe Sencen.

If Linh found out about this he'd never live it down.

He didn't think he cared.

~*~

Dr. Harding walked through the classroom door, clearly much less hungover than his last appearance.

The students waited, would they get an apology? Any sort of remorse?

"Alright, who wants to read first?"

Apparently not.

Keefe raised his hand with too much confidence for what their essay looked like. Tam gave him a confused look. He had his scheming face on, never good.

"Mr. Sencen!" Keefe winced at the use of his last name by the doctor. "What an amazing start, it's only appropriate. One of you boys come up and present."

Tam gave Keefe a look of 'do you want me to do it?' Keefe just smiled and got up from his chair. This would either be really good or really, really bad. Tam was all too familiar with the scheme face.

"Doc, I did depart from the source material a bit here, hope you don't mind. And I use 'I' because Tam had no involvement in this, he deserves full points for his essay."

Keefe cleared his throat, the room was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

"Doctor Harding deserves to get fired: an essay. (And it's only been a week!) Paragraph one, his drinking problem-"

"Sencen! Back to your seat now. I will see you after class, or I will not see you in my next class, understand?"

Keefe gave a thumbs up as he sat back on his chair with a thud.

A few minutes later, in the middle of another student's essay, he passed Tam a note with his loopy handwriting.

"The amount of comebacks I had for 'see me after class' is absurd but if I get kicked out there's no way Elwin is helping me pay tuition a second time."

Tam tried not to smile, certainly failing, as he wrote his response.

"Yeah I think the time you talked back to Miss Cadence she wanted to expel you. Lucky Principal Alina had a thing for pseudo-dad Alden."

"Oh God I haven't talked to him in a whiiiiiile."

"?"

"You haven't heard? Yeah, he sorta found out like ALL his kids were ell gee bee tees and freaked out. Della found herself a new gf though!"

"Sounds like a lovely extra punch in the gut for a queerphobe."

"Yep. Honestly I recommend looking through his Facebook sometime. Just a million rants about how the gays destroy everything, great entertainment."

"Duly noted."

At that point it seemed like the doctor started to take notice of their note passing, and they stopped quickly. Tam wouldn't be surprised if he did the whole high school read in front of the class thing with the way he had been acting so far.

Tam was 100% sure tenure was the only thing keeping this guy's job intact. Apparently being a drunk asshole wasn't near enough to get a person out of their position. He tried to ignore the professor's annoyingly smug face for the rest of the class.

~*~

Keefe sat in his usual spot at the library, Tam sitting across from him, his brown eyes dancing across the textbook page and lips mumbling along the words. He didn't have much to do, often finding himself just staring at Tam, quickly looking away if he seemed to notice.

Eventually he sighed, sitting back.

"Ugh, this test is in a week and I have so much other crap to do, I'll never get this all memorized by Friday."

Keefe silently thanked his brain for managing to get around the having to study thing. Yay, photographic memory!

"Oh, uh, well I'm free to study more tomorrow if that would help? We could do, like, flashcards or something."

Tam seemed to repress a smile. He did that a lot. Keefe always noticed.

"That's okay, I'm sure you have better things to do. The Starbucks is always pretty packed."

"Eh, sometimes you have to get away from Marella. She's mean to me."

"Not just you, once she told me if I ever made fun of Linh's cat's name again she'd make me cut off my own bangs."

Keefe nodded sagely. "The shorter you are the closer to hell. That's why you're worse than her."

"Hey!"

Tam flicked a stray rubber band at Keefe.

"I'm at least 2 inches taller than Marella...we measured."

Keefe thought up about 12 inappropriate jokes he couldn't make before flicking the rubber band back.

"Two inches only counts in roller coasters, none of which you can ride."

Tam stuck his tongue out before returning to his studies. Unlike Tam, Keefe didn't hide his smile.

~*~

Tam strolled into the Starbucks that Friday morning, no longer surprised to see Keefe working the counter. He could barely hold still in line as he thought about the amount of cramming he'd have to do in the next few hours.

When he reached the counter, Keefe said nothing, just busily worked making a drink.

He stuck it right out at Tam.

"One venti iced caramel macchiato with 2 extra shots of espresso because you have a test today in political science and still haven't studied everything and also a muffin because you probably haven't eaten today. On the house. Good luck with the studying."

Tam froze.

"I- um- th-thaks. Y-you too...sport."

Oh, you fucking idiot.

He quickly scurried out of the Starbucks with drink and muffin in hand. Wow, he had screwed that up.

But...

Keefe...

He...

He remembered his order and that he had a test and that he forgot to eat when he was stressed holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit-

Okay, deep breaths Tam, you got this. You can totally handle a frustratingly cute guy showing care for you this is fine...

Not fine, not fine, gotta tell Linh.

He called Linh with no forewarning. Despite the fact that she was currently across the country at a different university, and it was about 3 am for her, she picked up. He barely let her get out a groggy "Hello?" before explaining everything. She only seemed to think a moment before responding.

"Hm. Well it's good to know that college is going good for you. Do you need advice or comfort?"

"Yes."

"Well, first of all, everything's gonna be okay. And I know that doesn't help much but just try to remember we're eighteen, and it's not the end of the world. Second of all, try to ask him out or something. It doesn't have to be framed as a date, like Marella and I got together on a walk in the park, seriously it can be anything."

"Thanks Linh."

"No problem, also can you hug Marella for me?"

"If she doesn't try to kill me first, yes."

"Nice. Okay go do what you gotta do, also don't wake me up at 3 am again or else I'll sic Purryfins on you, I had just gone to bed."

With that she hung up and Tam continued on his way, still trying to not completely freak out.

~*~

Keefe stared blankly as Tam walked right out of the door. Marella appeared by his arm.

"So, how'd it go?"

"Well, he called me 'sport'."

Marella inhaled through her teeth.

"Yikes. Comfort, advice, or distraction?"

"Distraction, please." Keefe replied, absent-mindedly preparing a cup for the next customer.

"Uh, well I meant to ask you what ended up happening with that ass of a teacher, but I got a bit distracted at your attempt to woo Tam-"

"Hey I said distraction not reminder. But basically I just got a slap on the wrist because, and I quote, 'Your father is Cassius Sencen! He wrote half the books we use in this class, I'm sure he can straighten you out!'"

"There's absolutely nothing papa Sencen could do to make you straight, I'm pretty sure he tried that, and it obviously didn't work."

"He actually tried a few times and it most definitely did not. Lucky he doesn't have my number anymore or else I assure you he'd keep trying."

Marella laughed.

"Well, moving on from grade A assholes, I'm supposed to tell you there's a party tonight. I'll have to send you the address later, I have it on my phone though, I am told there's gonna be booze, so I'm going."

"Eh, I'll probably go. Just to get my mind off everything."

"Thata boy." She lifted her phone. "And my shifts over in three, two, one, and I am out of here! See ya' tonight Hunkyhair."

"That's Lord Hunkyhair to you."

She just rolled her eyes and clocked out, leaving Keefe to deal with both the customers and his own thoughts.

~*~

Tam sat in his dorm room alone, constantly refreshing his grades for the possibility that his 70-year-old professor would post the test results at 1:30 am.

His roommate was gone for the weekend, actually he was gone most of the time. Tam didn't think they'd even had a full conversation before.

He jumped as his phone began to ring, a call from Keefe of all people. He hesitantly picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Tam! Tam Tam Tam Tam Tam" Keefe's slurred speech was too loud for a phone call, Tam held his phone a bit away from his ear. "...fuck wait why did I call you..."

There was a long pause, neither said anything.

"Oh yeah! I needed to tell you something...but uh I uhm I forgot what it was."

"Keefe, where are you?"

"At a paaaaaarty, well, actually just outside a party because it was hot in there, but now it's cold out here so uh yeah."

Tam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Okay, send me the address, I'm coming to pick you up. Wait right there and don't move."

"Okie dokie."

Tam heard a thud sort of sound and the rustling of grass from the other line before Keefe hung up and soon after got a message of his location.

After 20 minutes of walking in the cold, Tam came up to what seemed to be a frat house with Keefe sitting on the lawn in criss-cross, patiently waiting in short sleeves and basketball shorts, way too little clothing for the weather. His ruddy face smiled as he saw Tam approach.

"Tam! I remembered what I was going to tell you." He stood up, face falling right after. "Oh no wait I forgot again. Ooh! You need a drink."

Keefe grabbed Tam's hand, pulling him towards the house. Tam stayed in place.

"Hey, let's get you home dude."

Keefe pouted.

"I don't wannaaaa."

He slouched down, pulling on Tam's arm like a child having a tantrum.

Tam pulled him back up to his feet.

"C'mon, if you go to your dorm without fuss I'll buy you ice cream tomorrow."

Keefe seemed much more ok with going along with Tam with the ice cream deal. He pulled off his own coat and placed it around the very drunk boy, he didn't complain.

Keefe began humming some annoying song from the early 2000s that was playing from the house earlier as they walked back in the direction of the dorms.

Suddenly, Tam remembered something.

Fitz was Keefe's roommate.

Shit.

"Hey uh do you think Fitz is at your dorm?"

Keefe nodded confidently.

"Yep! Said he was gon' study. Wouldn't come to the party because of his 'reputation' or whatever."

Around reputation he did exaggerated finger quotes, nearly knocking Tam's jacket off his shoulders.

"Hm...in that case let's go to my dorm, ok?"

Keefe shrugged, apparently willing to go along with most things in his current state. Thank goodness Linh had made Tam bring extra pillows and blankets to college, he could sleep on the floor and just hope Keefe didn't get sick on him in the night.

It was ridiculously hard to lead Keefe back to his dorm. He tried to pull down his pants halfway there and Tam almost had to carry him up the stairs but soon enough they got there. He sighed with relief as he led his inebriated friend into the room.

"Okay, you can stay here for the night. I'll sleep on the floor."

Keefe plopped himself down on Tam's bed laying flat for only a moment before sitting up with a snap and a look of realization in his eyes.

"OOH! I remember what I was gonna tell you again!"

"Oh?" Tam said playing along, expecting him to forget again.

He patted the spot next to him on the bed, Tam continued to play along, sitting next to him.

"So Marella said that I should just tell you this, and it worked for her, so I'm gonna. And uh and you have to promise to listen 'cause I'm not sayin' it again."

At this point Keefe grabbed his face with both hands, staring right in Tam's eyes and squishing his cheeks.

"You're listening right?"

Tam nodded, mostly to shake Keefe's hands off his face.

"Okay."

Keefe took in an over dramatic breath as if he was preparing to preform in the Olympics before getting another grin on his face.

"I really like you."

"You really like me?"

He nodded mumbling "mhm".

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I like you. Like, like like you."

"Like...as a friend?"

"I said I wasn't gonna repeat myself. As a booooyfriend." At this point Keefe fell back on the bed, looking at the ceiling. Tam's cheeks were burning.

"How long have you liked me like that?"

"Mmmm..." Keefe seemed to ponder for a moment, "Prolly high school."

"Oh um...good to know. You should get some rest. I'll be down here if you need me."

"Alrighty."

Tam shut off the lights and Keefe started snoring quick. Tam could only stare up in the darkness, unable to sleep.

~*~

Keefe woke up that morning in a room he didn't recognize to a killer headache and dead phone.

He turned to the side, seeing a pile of blankets and pillows with a large gatorade, bottle of tylenol, and a note next to it. Suddenly last nights memories came flooding back.

Oh, shit.

He scrambled out of bed, headache and nausea hitting him harder as he stood up.

Despite the fact his head was spinning, he picked up the note from the ground and read it.

Hey, meet me at the reservoir around 6, we need to talk -Tam

F. U. C. K.

Had he really said all that stuff last night? Surely it was a dream, right?

Oh God.

He gathered his few belongings, plus the things to help the hangover, and left the dorms as fast as possible. Only having to stop once along the way to throw up in one of the campus trash cans, hopefully no one would notice.

Keefe didn't have anything to do and he really didn't want to face Fitz so he went about his day in last nights clothing. Then again, it was a college campus. Someone walking around with rumpled clothes carrying a gatorade probably wasn't that big of a deal for most people. By 5:30 he sat impatiently in the empty park where the reservoir was located, it was colder closer to the water.

Just as promised, at 6 o'clock he saw Tam approaching on the horizon.

~*~

Tam was damn near a panic attack as he walked around the park attempting to find Keefe. Eventually he found him, sitting on a bench still in his clothes from last night, face once again ruddy from the cold. He sat next to him wordlessly.

"So," Keefe started.

"So," Tam replied, looking down at his lap.

"Tam I-" Keefe turned to face him. "I'm sorry about everything last night, I probably just made everything super awkward. Not to mention it's a giant violation of the friend code to even have a crush on your best friend's ex-"

"Yeah, about that."

"What?"

"You're gonna maybe kill me for this but uh," Tam pulled on his bangs. "I sorta talked to Fitz about it, I figured you wouldn't and apparently I was right. He said he was okay with it as long as we were ok with it."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

Tam sighed, "Perhaps."

Keefe once again wore that shit-eating grin of his.

"Can I hear you say it?"

"Why don't you have to say it?"

"Already said it last night! Your turn now. Why did you take care of me while I was drunk?"

Keefe stared at Tam excitedly waiting for the answer. Tam sighed.

"Because I love you, little shit."

"Ooh you said it-"

Tam smashed his lips against Keefe's, both quickly melting into it. After only a moment they pulled away.

"Agh, you taste like gatorade and vomit."

"Well you taste like salt so really what's worse."

"Definitely the vomit."

Despite this, Tam leaned back in. This kiss was a moment longer than the last, and when Tam pulled away Keefe chased it.

"Ok, look I'm sorry but you look like shit Keefe you have to go change." Tam removed his jacket, throwing it around Keefe once again and helping him up from the bench. Keefe laughed.

"Yeah, you're right. Ooh now that we're a thing you need a new nickname!"

"I do?"

"You do, how about 'Bangs Boyf' ooh or maybe you can be my 'provoked partner' or my 'snappy spouse' my 'agitated accomplice' perhaps."

"Do you just have these ready and prepared for any situation?"

"A magician never reveals his secrets."

"You aren't Houdini, you're an 18-year-old boy that currently reeks of frat party."

"Eh that's basically the same thing. I've seen some 18-year-olds at frat parties preform tricks Houdini could never dream of."

Tam sighed dramatically. "It's a good thing you're pretty, you know."

"Hey!" Keefe jokingly shoved him.

For the first time Tam's smile wasn't repressed.

#hope you like this elliot!#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kam #keefe sencen #tam song #kotlc fic #scheduled to post at 9 am and ill reblog once i get back to my phone because ill be doing x-mas stuff

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the only difference I know of between poor and middle class areas in the us is public vs private. as in, in middle class areas you can probably find some private schools or different options than just public, but in poorer areas theres like,,, only public school or just homeschooling. I haven't ever seen a "mixed" school before, since public schools are state/government funded so they're always all the same, however public schools in middle or high class areas get WAY more funding and support than ones in low class areas. When I switched from a low class one to a middle class one, they had so much fucking shit, like different cafes, so much fucking extra curriculars and a espresso machine??? what the fuck??? Also sorry if this comes off as rude or anything, I just thought it might be interesting for you to know if you didn't already.

wow xDD Here almost everything is public. (And many private gymnasiums and lyceums are not worth it most of the time, and are often less effective). The “mixed" school I mentioned was government-funded, as well. (Or “operating under the government”, if you like, because I didn't see any "funds" :P). I wouldn't say the parents of those children were poor, exactly (because I can’t know that), but it was in a village (you call them small towns if I am not mistaken) and it didn't have enough kids for multiple classes. Some of them would go to a bigger village to continue for gymnasium and lyceum and to another town or city for uni. But it’s pretty likely some of them would become small farmers and cattle owners. (That doesn't mean “poor” and I don't want to make assumptions but it is associated with higher risk and lower socioeconomic status).

The open, 100y/o toilet (where you can’t sit, might I add. We call them “Turkish toilets” in Greece) I mentioned was in a middle-class school. It doesn't mean that middle-class schools have those toilets but there are some old ones that do and the system is poor and fucked like that. (Although safer Turkish toilets are quite common in public educational institutes, at least from my experience)

The middle school things from the US would only be seen in private, very well-funded private schools. Generally, middle-class US person = rich person, in Greece 😁 Other Greeks, please correct me if I am wrong but extracurriculars don't exist in our middle-class schools. (We consider them a luxury.) Cafeterias, too. We just eat outside, our breakfast/lunch in hand. And those are not proper meals, just something you can eat while standing. I understand that food in middle and high school cafeterias usually sucks, but I mean to say we haven’t seen even that xD

Even most middle-class US homes seem to belong to rich people to us. To not digress very much, the US poor experience is quite close, if not similar, to the middle-class experience here when it comes to schools.

(University might differ but the costs are proportionally almost the same for families, I think, even though the overwhelming majority of unis here are public. But that’s a discussion for another time if you like).

P.S. In some lyceums you can get coffee while being a student but it’s kind of a secret because it’s not “moral” to have coffee in class or in school in general. As far as I know, your coffee will be thrown away if you get caught. But the guy who has the school canteen will make you some if they know that you are in 2nd or 3rd class and old enough, and you can cover it in a cup and say it’s tea or something. Otherwise, you just have to leave school in secret and go buy from the nearest cafeteria/bakery and come back before a teacher spots you 😁

P.S. 2: I can’t be an expert in everything, so if you feel I presented something incorrectly feel free to add your own experience from the Greek “education” system.

#answered #education system

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Jeweler Richard Fanbook Q&A

Simple Questions for Seigi-kun (Parts 1 and 2)

Thank you very much for these questions from several people. We had Seigi-kun take a look at everyone’s questions right away and answer as many as he could! Not all of them can be published, but please enjoy Seigi-kun’s answers!

Q.: Seigi-kun looks good with black short hair, but is there any hairstyle that he looks up to? It does not seem to have changed much from when he was a child, but there is this impression that people often do college debuts, so here goes this simple question. The photo on the cover of volume 6 was wonderful. His set-back hair looked very good on him. (Black Short Hair-san)

A.: Hello! I guess it’s the first time I was told that my hair style looks good on me aside from Nakata-san and Richard; thank you very much! As for an image I look up to, huuum, there wasn’t any in particular when I was little, but nowadays, I look up to the two I just mentioned. They’re of different vectors and just really cool! Ah… this is embarrassing, so please keep it a secret. I have the feeling that they already know, though.

Q.: Any words you want to send to your past self from before meeting Richard? (Inu-san)

A.: “Nakata Seigi, you might be reckless, but you technically haven’t done anything wrong! Probably! Hum, you’re mostly thoughtless! But you’re not mistaken! If you see someone being attacked in a park, don’t hesitate to shout and go help him! Also, you might be compensated for doing your best at cooking. Good on you.”

Eh? There’s something from Richard too? “Seigi-kun, you are already passionate enough, but make sure to take a better look at your surroundings. Make sure to cherish yourself. Also, if you get invited to work at a TV station in Shibuya, make sure to just accept it.” Ah, yeah, yeah! I’m also counting on myself for that last one.

Q.: I am a college student just like Seigi-kun. When I have free time, I play video games, read books and talk about fun things with my friends. Seigi-kun, what do you do? Do you read books about gemstones and study after all? (Anzu-san)

A.: Hello! Indeed, during my free time when I didn’t have classes, there were times when I’d do self-study and learn about stones, but when I got together with my friends in the cafeteria or lounge, we’d get roused up over trivial talk. Everyone had a rough idea of the timing they should focus on their studies, so when I think about it nowadays, that might’ve been a “let’s make racket while we can” kind of mood. Looking back on it now, it was fun.

Q.: I am bound to fail every time I make sweets. If there is any trick to making sweets, please tell me. (Satou-san from the Heavens)

A.: Aah… I feel like someone’s already asked me a similar question. Ahem. T-That’s right! First things first, let’s try to stop treating “sweets” like they’re special! I guess this is the trick I can think of. They’re simply like an arithmetic test or a chemistry experiment; it just so happens that, if you mix up the set ingredients, a chemical reaction occurs and you reach the same results. If you lead it to the decided answer, you’ll manage to make something tasty, is all. Try to stick strictly to the recipe, and if it still doesn’t turn out right, I think it’s good to do a reflection on where you might’ve gotten it wrong. Eh…? If it doesn’t go well even then…? Aah… I’m gonna leave my phone number here, so if you have anything you want to eat… Eh? Richard, you want me to knock it off? That’s right. It’s not like I always have time. I almost did something irresponsible. Sorry. I’m cheering for you! See ya!

Q.: Where do you start washing your body from? (Yukinekoya-san)

A.: I’ve never thought about that~! It’s from the hair, but that’s with shampoo and doesn’t count as my body, so… *moves his body as if scrubbing it* I start washing from the neck and ears! But what’re you gonna do by asking that?

Q.: What’s your favorite meat? (Reihenbach-san)

A.: If its for Japanese curry, pork! If it’s for Sri Lanka’s curry, fish or chicken! If it’s for sukiyaki, cattle! I love all kinds of meat! But what flashes in my mind regarding “my favorite meat” is the meat and potato stew that Hiromi used to make, so I guess it’s gotta be beef. There wasn’t much meat in it, so I was able to taste it rather well.

Q.: I am a middle school teacher; Seigi-kun, who was the teacher that left the biggest impression on you? Please leave out Richard-sensei! (Kikuchi-san)

A.: Ah, that question is relatively easy to answer. It’s someone named Yamazaki-sensei, who was my class teacher in high school. He’s a graduate from the faculty of economics at Kasaba University, and he’d compliment me at random. Like, “You sure are working hard” or, “You’re so smart”. So I got cheeky, admired him, and when I told him I wanted to be like him, he said, “Then, how about you aim for my alma mater?” and I replied with, “Yes!”… Since Kasaba is a private institution, it was just a suggestion where I was getting ahead with my feelings, but though Hiromi made a bitter face, she wasn’t against it. Maybe she thought it was better than having her son say that he wanted to start working after graduating from middle school. Sensei was transferred when I was in my first year in university, but I hope he’s doing well.

Q.: Seigi-kun, if you were to compare Richard to an animal, which do you think it would be? (Himawari-san)

A.: If Richard were an animal… I wonder which. Richard feels a bit like an animal even now, so it’s hard, but I’d say human…? No, Richard is a human being. My bad, my bad. An animal with whooshy golden hair and blue eyes… I once had the feeling that the air about him is a bit like a creature named miacis, which I saw before in some illustrated reference book. It’s an ancient animal and seems to be the ancestor of dogs, cats and the like, and its exact appearance isn’t known anymore, but when I think of it as the origin of the beauty of all the animals I like, I wonder if he wouldn’t be something along those lines… Richard, Richard? Why won’t you look at me in the eye?

Q.: Is there any time you laughed the most when you were with Richard-san? Alternatively, if there was any time where you ended up laughing without thinking, please tell me! I am rooting for you! (Heartbreak Akira-san)

A.: Eeh…? Is it okay for me to talk about this…? Ah, I’ve received permission, so I’ll say it. Erm, this is a story from when I was studying French; I suddenly felt like doing a prank when I couldn’t make any progress at all, so I asked Richard-sensei something nonsensical, like, “If you don’t mind, please say ‘steamed bun’ in a really French-like way; I think it’ll definitely sound French to me”. And then the answer that came at me was a perfectly French-styled “steamed bun”… I died of laughter. Sorry for being too descriptive with the details. If you have a French friend close to you, I think you should try to make the same request. I think it won’t sound like Japanese to you. It’s already a bit amusing just remembering it. Hey, Richard. You didn’t find it all that funny? Ah, it was funny when I rolled over laughing? Then I guess we can call it even.

Q.: What are the dishes and desserts that you want to try challenging yourself to make? (Tsugiumi-san)

A.: I get interested in the stuff that I think looks delicious, but they’re a little different from the things I decide to try my hand at making. Richard, is there anything you wanna eat? I’ve noticed this recently: I don’t have much will to make stuff only I want to eat, but if it’s something that someone important to me feels like eating, I suddenly get motivated. That’s why, if there’s… Ah, ah, why’re you punching the cushion?

Q.: Looking at Richard-san and Jeffrey-san, are there any moments or points in which you feel that they are similar? (Yoshimura-san)

A.: Yoshimura-san, hello. There are; from my perspective, there are many. There sure are, but… from the face that the person next to me is making, it seems better not to say too much about it. Let me put this one on hold.

Q.: What was your favorite school lunch menu? For lunch boxes, what were your favorite contents? (Nanatsuji-san)

A.: Hello! I used to like all the school lunch dishes, but as expected, curry was what made me happiest. As for lunch boxes, I’d mostly get an allowance to buy the sandwiches and lunch boxes I liked, and whenever I got more than 500 yen, I’d get to buy a large serving of hayashi rice and would be happy over it. After all, the servings have to be big for a school boy, if nothing else.

Q.: If you switched bodies with Richard upon waking up, what is the first thing you would do? (Sango-san)

A.: Eh...? How? Would it be magic or something? I’d probably think, “Is this a dream?” and go back to sleep. But why would I be in Richard’s body...? I wonder if my head would malfuction from talking too much about how beautiful he is and things would turn out like that. If I got cocky and tried to imitate Richard, I feel like he’d give me one hell of a cold look with those elegant eyes of his, so hum, I wouldn’t do anything, just sleep until the magic wore off. I also think that Richard would be happier when I have the face of Nakata Seigi rather than his own.

Q.: When did you get your growth spurt? (Middle Schooler-san)

A.: Does that mean the time when I got taller? I think it was either in my third year of middle school or first year of high school. It was neither too late nor early among my friends, so while not minding it much, I ended up surpassing Hiromi’s height.

Q.: Seigi-kun, hello. ♪ Seigi-kun, what kind of fashion do you like? Where do you normally buy clothes? Also, have you changed your style or been influenced after meeting Richard? If you can, please tell us. (*^^*) (Yuriko-san)

A.: Hello! Fashion, huuh... To be honest, before I started working in Étranger, I used to feel like I only needed to keep my clothes as clean as necessary and that they were okay as long as they didn’t look sloppy, but as expected, once you enter a jewelry shop, the number of clothes with high collars increases. Then, I met Richard, and ever since I started working for him, my opportunities to wear a suit increased, but what he often tells me is, “Wear what you like however you like the most you can within the limits”, and speaking of which, I kinda seem to look up to suits with a large silhouette and felt hats, like the ones people used to wear in prewar days. I think this is probably the influence of an actor my Grandma liked. In the past, there was a black-and-white photo of him decorating the apartment where Grandma lived. It would’ve been great if I could’ve showed myself wearing a suit to Grandma.

Q.: Seigi-kun, hello! A question for you. Seigi-kun’s “senpai”, Vincent-san, is a user of Jeet Kune Do, but you are also a black belt at Karate, so I am very curious about what would happen if the two of you actually fought. Since you both master your own matrial arts, so I feel that I would be able to see a cool fight between you. Also, this is just my ponderings, but Seigi-kun, I want you to tell me, from your point of view, how strong you think Vincent-san is and what changes you have of winning. (Monaka-san)

A.: Hello! Erm, when you say “fight”, is it okay to interpret it as a head-on brawl? I think you probably do not practice any martial arts, Monaka-san, so I am going to answer based on that: martial arts abilities and fight abilities are completely different. See, the rules of each martial art are pre-determined, and if you fight within them, you won’t suffer serious injuries and you can decide who wins or loses, but there’s none of that in a brawl, so... Also, I believe both parties know that, if a person who did martial arts to some extent hits someone in earnest, it’ll result in something that can’t be undone, so I think they can’t bring themselves to throw fists with each other. But on the other hand, since we can tell to some degree that we both seem to have have this awereness, I think it’s okay if I so much as throw a paper ball at the back of his head. Vince-san might hit me back, and then I guess I’d fling a straw bag at him next. We might get along a bit better if we both let it out. Sorry that it’d be the light type! I hope this served as an answer.

Q.: A question for Nakata Seigi-kun! To be precise: is there anything that makes you go, “This is the one thing I want to tell Richard-shi!!”~? Even if it is something that is normally hard to say, you might be able to say it here. (*^^*) (Sui-san)

A.: “I’m happy when you eat my pudding; thanks! But I’m begging, for health reasons, that you’re at least careful not to eat too much...! I wanna be with you for a long time. Please. And... also... thanks for always. I’m so grateful to you that I can’t say it enough. It’d be great if I could.” This is it! Aah, that was embarrassing. Eh? “You’re always telling me that much”, you say? Is that so?

Q.: What is your favorite sweet? (Tanaka Milk Tea-san)

A.: That’s a difficult theme... I don’t seem to have any that I’m obsessed with, but anything looks delicious to me if it’s a sweet that Richard eats with relish, so I grow to like it. But when Richard doesn’t eat all of a sweet and leaves some of it, I go, “Could it be he left it for me because he thought I’d like it?” and they also turn out to be so, so tasty. Basically, I like everything. Unless I buy and eat it by myself.

Q.: Nice to meet you; as Seigi-kun faces people very straightforward and honestly, I read every volume while confirming over and over that I also want to live on facing people like that. Is there anything that the aforementioned Seigi-kun always puts in his bag? (Sumiyaki Yuuma-san)

A.: Sumiyaki-san, hello! Being told that I face people honestly is flattering. I do think it’d be great if I actually manage that, but the “honesty” I’m thinking about is my own concept of it, so it’s not like this honesty is something only comfortable for the other person. That’s why being told so makes me all the happier. Thank you. This is from after meeting Richard, but what I always have in my bag is candy. Royal-milk-tea-flavored ones. When I don’t have them, I pack in some other sweet, and just from thinking, “I’d give him this if he were here”, it kinda feels like having a fragment of him with me even when he’s not by my side, and it’s reassuring. It helps me out. Other than that, my phone. Thanks for the question!

#housekishou richard shi no nazo kantei #the case files of jeweler richard #jeweler richard #richard ranashinha de vulpian #nakata seigi #richard #fanbook #my translation

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❝ that’s all history is after all: scar tissue. ❞

{ cis-man, he/him } huh, who’s FROY GUTIERREZ? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually SCORPIUS MALFOY. he is a TWENTY-TWO year old PUREBLOOD wizard who is A HEALING APPRENTICE. he is known for being CAPTIOUS, RETICENT, FACETIOUS, DISMISSIVE, and DRAMATIC but also RESOURCEFUL, CONSCIENTIOUS, FERVENT, INNOVATIVE, and OBSERVANT, so that must be why he always reminds me of the song IN DREAMS BY BEN HOWARD. i hear he is aligned with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX, so be sure to keep an eye on him. { merry, 24, gmt, she/they }

CHARACTER PARALLELS: Amy Santiago (B99), Claire Temple (Daredevil), Chidi Anagonye (The Good Place), Giles (Buffy TVS), Michelle Jones (MCU), Simon Tam (Firefly), Elizabeth Swan (PoTC), Spock (Star Trek), Clarke Griffin (The 100), Harley Keener (MCU), Gregory House (House) suggested honorable mention Gizmo (Gremlins)

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Full Name: Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy Gender/Pronouns: Cis man | he/him Age: Twenty-three Birthdate: January 20th Parents: Draco Lucius Malfoy & Astoria Céline Malfoy (née Greengrass) [Not biologically Astoria’s due to her health, if you ever point this out he’ll flay your eyeballs] Siblings: N/A. Birth place: St. Mungo’s Hospital, England Height: 5’11” Weight: 56 kg Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic Bisexual Nationality: British Body Alterations/Marks: A ragged diamond shape scar at the base of his throat.

Blood Status: Pureblood Hogwarts House: Slytherin Wand Arm: Right Pet: His pet toad, Jarvis, recently passed away. Patronus: Arctic Fox Wand: 11 2/3 inches, Willow, Supple, Dragon Heartstring.

Willow is an uncommon wand wood with healing power, I have noted that the ideal owner for a willow wand often has some (usually unwarranted) insecurity, however well they may try and hide it. While many confident customers insist on trying a willow wand (attracted by their handsome appearance and well-founded reputation for enabling advanced, non-verbal magic) my willow wands have consistently selected those of greatest potential, rather than those who feel they have little to learn. It has always been a proverb in my family that he who has furthest to travel will go fastest with willow.

Personality Traits: Brilliance, innovative, empathetic, individuality, openness, social consciousness, inventive, logical, practical skills and self assertion; lack of attachment to people outside his circle and the “real world,” over-intellectualizing of the emotions, dismissive, anxious, crotchety tempered, facetious, rigid, prone to self-isolation, intellectual arrogance, and stubborn. Zodiac Sign: Aquarius/Capricorn Cusp Moral Alignment: Neutral Good Core values: Loyalty, Knowledge, Hope Four temperaments: Melancholic

HOGWARTS HOUSE ANALYSIS

Slytherin Primary and a Burned Ravenclaw Secondary.

Slytherin Primaries prioritize their own selves and loved ones first. Slytherins don’t feel guilty or selfish about this– they feel righteous and moral. The most important thing is to look after your own. Abandoning or hurting one of your own is the worst thing you can do.

A Burned Ravenclaw Secondary might want to be skilled, curious, and prepared, but they feel like they are (or like people think they are) limited, clumsy, or inconstant. Gathering knowledge, hobbies, skills, or tools is the right way to achieve their goals, but Burned Ravenclaws know that’s not going to work within their capabilities. So they take other paths and use other tools– maybe a Gryffindor’s bluntness, a Slytherin’s flexibility, or a Hufflepuff’s slow and steady dedication.

You may have a Hufflepuff Secondary Model.

Hufflepuff is the House of grit, reliability, and determination, and Hufflepuffs use those values to help live, act, and succeed. If you model Hufflepuff Secondary, you also value these things and like to live by them. You like to be hardworking, dedicated, and consistent– but you wouldn’t feel guilty for abandoning those values in the service of other, higher priorities. If there’s another, easier way to get what you want– you’d take it. You think hard work provides valuable rewards– and those rewards are why you work. The work doesn’t have persuasive value in itself.

Despite his very best resistance he’s always been pretty empathetic in nature, he tries to rule his emotions as well as he can but fails more often than not. He was always one of those toddlers that if another kid started crying he’d be right along with them, not because he wanted attention but because he just couldn’t not. A bit of a crybaby, has researched how to magically seal up his tear ducts. Obviously managed to keep the family’s flair for the dramatic there as well. After a few years he leant into the sarcastic vague-snobbishness to hide the core of overwhelming anxiety.

Just managed to scrape through his schooling with nearly all top grades, this isn’t really due to him being a model student. He has always accrued information with a voracious appetite. Any knowledge he could find, even if most people would consider it entirely useless. His mind clicks into that place? You can’t keep him away. However, when there is not an immediate stir of interest on his approach to a topic he has to fight with himself tooth and nail to carry on.

Predictably found exam season highly stressful, was never open about it but was quietly competitive and silently smug over his good grades. Could comprehend well above his reading level from an early age and would often look into experimental research and complicated magic but found himself lost in OWL level History of Magic when chapter upon chapter lay ahead of him about something that didn’t catch his interest. Some people he beat just to spite cause he hates them. It worked, whatever.

Tends toward introversion and finds himself tired sometimes quite easily by a large amount of social interaction. Witty and big-mouthed when he feels comfortable or is in the presence of those that embolden him and very likely to get flustered and snap at people when things are becoming a bit too much. Especially if he feels however unjustly that someone is blocking his escape. Has matured slightly in this since leaving school but it happens still, he’s just anxious. Quite fickle and can at the drop of a hat decide that he’s done with you for the day once his Give Me Attention Meter is maxed. Could be an absolute bloody brat when he felt like it but feels he has grown out of it, which he mostly has.

Always been very, very aware of many people’s distrust of him and his family, he used to sneer and play it up if anyone tried to bring up his dad and go on the offensive but was genuinely affected quite deeply by it all. In his early school years, despite his weakness to the cold, he constantly had his sleeves rolled up to the elbow so that his blank forearm was bared as a statement to just about everyone. I am not marked, I never will be. Now he’s older he has more of a handle on things and can be diplomatic in situations where people are clearly discomforted by his presence and his family history.

Even though the war culminated far earlier in this verse I imagine Scor would have had to have been relatively sheltered as a child if not for how emotionally sensitive and prone to periods of ill-health he was, it was definitely for his own safety. He is still the grandson of a known high-ranking Death Eater and that made him a media target and put one on his back for anyone else that might happen to be watching.

Never produced much of a talent for offensive magic and wouldn’t resort to those methods unless he had literally no other choice, not a front line fighter by any means. His talents with strategy, potion-making, healing and his perseverance with defensive magic are what define him to the Order. While everyone kind of knows who he hung out with at school and who his friends are he is deliberately very mischievous with releasing rumours and misleading people. He deliberately keeps his cards very close to his chest so most people don’t know that he is aligned with anyone, he usually uses glamours or a scarf to conceal his identity if he has to.

While he is knowledgeable about healing and anatomy, he is the WORST at taking care of himself. The literal embodiment of Healers make the worst patients, tends to forgo sleep and basic bodily needs if he’s locked into what he’s focusing on. Sometimes needs reminders to sleep and eat, like a child.

Healing is the most satisfying part of his life and he would never give it up, he likes to experiment as he has a fascination with magic and muggle science and where they might intersect. A fucking nerd honestly. While he thinks he’s being fairly subtle about it a large part of his academic life has been doused in research into blood maledictions, for obvious reasons. He does his best not to flutter too obviously around his Mum. She is capable and ten times stronger than he is.

Lives in a small studio flat in Diagon Alley that is mostly stacks of books and makeshift shelves.

the stillness of the world the moment you take the first step into fresh snow, cashmere and fine wool, the pearlescence of dreamless sleep draught, the scratch of a quill on parchment, faintly tremoring fingers, a shiver up your spine in a warm room, the exhilaration of a problem solved, a thunderous grey overcast sky, the bite of a stitching charm, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, petrichor, the burn in your eyes before a well of tears.

Always had somewhat fragile health tending toward sickly. Hands are never warm, his existence is an endless heat seeking mission.

Went to one Slug Club meeting and used his time to verbally berate and or challenge most of the contacts in attendance, he was not asked to return.

Potions Club, Charms Club, used to sometimes be willing to be dragged to Dueling Club but didn’t enjoy himself.

Plays quite a bit of chess.

Bruises like a fucking peach and scars so easily.

Views quidditch as a good fly spoiled.

Is a very skilled pianist almost entirely due to his Grandmother’s tutelage.

Surprisingly great with children/toddlers/babies, no one including himself expected this, he mostly feared them beforehand.

Bit of a mummy’s boy in that he practically GLOWS when people talk of Astoria’s achievements.

When he has time off from healing he will have chipped black nail varnish on.

Highly intelligent but rarely manages to match a pair of socks, chews his quills but no one else’s.

While very eloquent and well spoken, he is markedly less posh than when he first arrived at Hogwarts.

When he isn’t prone to bouts of insomnia he can take a nap pretty much anywhere. He was once found in a tree after several frantic hours search.

[ CREDIT : CHARACTER PSD template by @karmahelper (defunct url) I tried to find a current social this week by messaging around but couldn’t find anything unfortunately. Forgot to copy this over from the google doc! ]

#potterintro #finally #sorry if this is missing anything

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znova-is-bi · 4 years

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fav authors? they can be fanfic or actual books, and it can for any genre -hairbrush anon

btw I just copy and paste the dis of the stories

-actual books I like

(girl love) Girl Friends (the complete collection 1) by Milk Morinaga

When it comes to grades, bookish high school student Mariko Kumakura is at the top of her class. Socially, however, she is shy and lonely, typically eating lunch by herself. Enter the charismatic and beautiful Akko Oohashi, whose goal is to befriend Mariko and burst her out of her introverted shell.

In the process of transforming Plain Jane Mariko into one of the cutest, most popular girls in school, deep feelings begin to emerge that suggest something deeper than friendship. Will these feelings destroy the budding relationship between Mariko and Akko, or will it turn into something else?

(girl love) I married my best friend to shut my parents up by Kodama Naoko

Morimoto, a young professional woman in Japan, is tired of fending off her parents’ questions about her being single. They want her to marry a man and settle down, and they’ll insist on nitpicking her choice of groom to death. In an unexpected move, another woman in the office—who has a crush on her—offers to be her wife in a sham marriage, which might make her parents back off. But this “fake” marriage could unearth something very real!

(girl love) RoadQueen eternal road trip to love by Mira Ong Chua

Leo’s the hottest senior at Princess Andromeda Academy, and her adoring fangirls have one goal: beat her in a road race and win the chance to date her! Unfortunately for them, the only thing Leo loves more than breaking hearts is her faithful motorcycle, Bethany. But when a mysterious girl named Vega takes Bethany away, Leo finds her heart may have been stolen, too.

(boy love) Escape Journey by Ogeretsu Tanaka

Naoto and Taichi's turbulent high school love crashed and burned, but a reunion in college puts love back on their radar.

Naoto and Taichi's first try at love during their high school days crashed and burned. Years later the two unexpectedly reunite on their first day of college. Tumultuous love often burns hot, and the glowing embers of their previous relationship reignite into a second try at love.

It's Naoto's first day of college, and the last person he expected to see was his high school ex Taichi, whom he'd dumped after a huge argument. Even though years have passed, Naoto finds he's still steamed over some of the harsh words that were exchanged, but he also recognizes how much Taichi has matured since then and can't help getting pulled back in. Will the discovery of his friend's crush on Taichi fray the fragile threads of this mending relationship?

-Fanfic I like (btw this comes from someone who uses Wattpad, Tumblr)

(Wattpad)i'm here.. (quackityxmalereader) by @___cross

quackityxreader with male pronouns. this is my first time so don't kill me.

a story about alexis and y/n finding each other in a world where soul mates are decided during ones mid twenties through markings. y/n and alexis were given their markings at the age of 13, now both 18.

(Wattpad)𝗝𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗦 by @-AGORAPH0BIA

༆ 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 !

in which (y/n) is new

to the school and quickly

gets into a poly relationship,

leaving others jealous.

( rewrite of @drx3am's "I have three

boyfriends, you jelly" )

(Wattpad)WHAT THE FUCK {TommyInnit x reader} by @ZeroAdair

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𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞

what advice did you need..?

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𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕

if I'm a boy..and I like a boy...am i gay..?

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𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞

last time I checked that's a yes...who is it tubbo?

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𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕

EW WTF NO- it's (y/n)...

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-READER IS INFACT AFAB (a female at birth) BUT DOESN'T CARE ABOUT GENDER SO THEY GO BY WHATEVER PRONOUNS YOU LIKE. DUE TO THE SEMI DEEP VOICE AND VULGAR LANGUAGE, THEY'RE MISTAKEN TO BE A CIS GENDERED MALE (ew)

!! If Tommy isn't comfortable and wants me to I will 100% delete this. I don't have the right and never will have the right to make him uncomfortable!!

!!The cover was not made by me, made by LadyPenguinOfSuits!!

(Wattpad)To kill a god | Technoblade x male reader by @Anonymous-Silence

"if you want to kill a god , aim for it's heart"

"Why?"

"Because it's fragile , like ours "

He aimed , but never fired

-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-

Suggestive content I guess? I mean , it's not really anything big , it's just streamer behavior .

No real names used , just George's but there's nothing I can do that .

(Tumblr) @corpse-br1de

Br1de is such a good writer they are the reason I’m posting on here. I love how they write. I’m so happy I call them my friend.

#hairbrush anon #ask

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like-rain-or-confetti · 4 years

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School Crushes (Lucius Malfoy x Reader)

Growing up you were good friends with James, Sirius and Remus. Sirius in particular was rather protective of you, not necessarily because he thought you couldn't handle yourself but more so because he didn't trust others not to take advantage of you.

You were very kind even to those who treated you poorly. This fact concerned Sirius and Remus more so than James and so naturally the kept you in their sights. You were acquaintances with Severus Snape who was now a coworker seeing you were a newer professor teaching at Hogwarts. He wasn't overly fond of you considering who your friends were but your kind nature warmed him to you ever so slightly. Whilst he still didn't particularly like you, he could tolerate you. After all, you never gave Severus any problems and would profusely apologise if you ever thought you had- unlike the Marauders. That often made Snape wonder just why would you be friends with them? That was a question he never got the answer to.

"Professor!" You turned to be met with another call from Draco Malfoy. "Yes, Mr Malfoy?" "My father wants to speak with you. He's in the castle." You looked down at Draco. "Very well. Are you waiting on him now?" Draco nodded in response. "I'll wait here with you then." You smiled slightly.

You tensed seeing Lucius Malfoy stride down the hall, approaching you. "Ah, (Y/N). How surprising to see you again." You smiled at him. "Hello, Lucius. You look well." "How might you be doing? Teaching here? I'd have never guessed." You lowered your gaze slightly. "I'm doing good. It's pretty comfortable and i enjoy teaching more than I ever anticipated." Lucius turns his gaze to Draco who looked up at him. "Draco is in your class?" You nodded. "He is." "I trust he wouldn't disappoint me and does well and behaves correctly?" His words were more pointed at Draco but you were quick to save the boy from his father's intense stare. "Absolutely, he's doing very well. He's very talented much like his father." You nodded, assuring Lucius. "You can be very proud of him, I'm very happy with Draco's work. I think he takes after you with that actually, it's strikingly similar. As I said, very talented much like his father." "You always were sickeningly sweet." Lucius said softly, his eyes glazed over seemingly remembering your younger self from your own time as a student in Hogwarts. "Even a little bit naive, if you don't mind my saying so." Lucius' gaze on you was intense and you were ready to curl into yourself.

Lucius always did find you intriguing. Yes, you were intelligent but nothing else really stuck out in you for him. Well except for one thing. He was always intrigued at how kind you were. He'd only admit in his thoughts that he actually enjoyed your kindness towards him. It was refreshing. Even to this day it seemed nothing had changed for Lucius felt the familiar longing to keep you in his sight just as he always had back in school. Just as he did back then, he shook off the urge to pay extra attention to you. Well... except for the odd head turn or lingering gaze.

You crossed your arms, not really knowing how to respond but someone else's voice rang out. You turned to see Remus Lupin approaching and Lucius fought back a scowl. “Ah well isn’t this a familiar sight. Malfoy taking advantage of (Y/N)’s good nature- as usual.” Lupin smirked. “He wasn’t bothering me.” You said gently. “Of course not, (Y/N). It’s very rare to upset you but that doesn’t mean we should tolerate it.” “I can assure you, I have no such intention.” Lucius tilted his head at Lupin. “Ah so i should assume correctly that you’re merely pining for their attention just as you did in school? It seems the school crushes never leave us.” “Remus...” You nudged him. “Hush. Trust me when i say i know what i’m talking about and so does he.” Remus looked at Lucius pointedly. Lucius’ gaze narrowed. “Something that’s fleeting and mistaken. A very stupid one at that.” Lucius said icily. “Well then congratulations Malfoy, it took you all these years to admit that even you, the high and mighty Malfoy, can be stupid like the rest of us. I’m sure the world will be a much better place now.” Remus said with snark. You turned and sent Remus a disapproving look. Lucius stared at Lupin before taking his son’s shoulder. “Come Draco, we best be on our way.” Lucius spared you a look, his eyes void of emotion. “Farewell, (Y/N). It was a pleasure to see you again.” “You too.” You offered a small smile before Lucius briskly walked away, his grip on his sons shoulder forcing Draco to keep up.

“I really wonder why you’re so nice to him, (Y/N). He only talks down to you. You’re just too nice to stand up to him. So i did it for you. I could see you were uncomfortable.” Remus turned you to walk in the opposite direction of the Malfoy’s. “Were you eavesdropping?” You asked, whilst raising an eyebrow. Remus chuckled. “Of course. That’s a Malfoy.” “You didn’t need to be so hostile to him, he was there to ask about his son.” Remus stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Yes and then he turned it into how ‘sickeningly sweet’ you were.That’s the worst thank you to a compliment I've ever heard.” “He just has a funny way of showing gratitude.” Your eyes lowered to the ground for a moment. “Don’t make excuses for him.” Remus turned to look at you. “He knows what he’s doing, (Y/N). He knows how to thank someone. That wasn’t it.” “Did you have to embarrass him like that in front of his son?” You met Remus’ gaze. “No, of course i didn’t but i wanted to. It’s not like he wouldn’t do the same. He embarrassed you in front of his son after you complimented him.” “...He never had a crush on me.” You cracked a smile after a moment of silence. “He did, and you know it!” Remus smiled at you. “Even your smile shows you know fine well that he did!” Remus laughed. “He still looks at you like he did back then, it was priceless!” “Okay now you’re exaggerating, he’s married and has a son-” You were interrupted by Remus. “-and still fancies you after all this time. The man can’t help himself! I bet he imagines what it’s have been like to marry you and not his wife!” “Remus, stop it!” You laughed. “That’s ridiculous!” “No it’s not and i’m willing to bet on it! I’m telling you, it was so obvious back then! Everyone knew! Why else do you think Sirius was so determined to keep you away from him? You’re lucky he didn’t slip you a love potion back in school!” “Remus!” You said loudly, covering your mouth and trying to hold in your laughter. Remus looked smug for a moment. “I’m telling Sirius the next time i see him.” “No you are not.” You turned, eyes wide. “I am. I’m doing it.” “Remus!” “(Y/N)!” He mimicked. “Do not say a damned thing or i will hurt you!” You threatened. Remus sighed his grin never faltering. “James would have a field day with this one. Lucius Malfoy still fancies you.” “Stop!” You whined and Remus only laughed.

#harry potter #reader #lucius malfoy #remus lupin #one shot #oneshot

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yamayamawrites · 4 years

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headcanons about Hagakure

Guys, I can’t even begin to express how badly my heart hurts for Hagakure. We literally know nothing about her. Guys. We don’t even know her eye color. So, I have taken it upon myself to share some of my favorite headcanons of her.

1. If Hagakure could turn her Quirk on and off, she’d be a different fucking person in every kind of lighting. You heard of prismatic shards? That’s her, baby. Color everywhere. Sometimes her skin appears pink like Mina’s, other times she’s deep violet. Same goes for her eyes and hair. Sometimes she’s mistaken for a new student by her classmates who haven’t memorized the nuances in her face - her high cheekbones and curved nose. Her body proportions are the only thing that stays constant - well, that and her right eye. For some reason, no matter the lighting, her right eye always appears to be purple.

2. She wants to be seen. You’re telling me a girl with an invisible Quirk isn’t going to fight for attention? Whenever UA has a school dance or something of that nature, she always always goes for the glitziest, most glamorous thing she can find. She doesn’t mean any animosity against any of the other students, and she isn’t trying to steal their spotlight. She’s just trying to compensate for the fact that nobody can see her.

3. Her wardrobe is completely full. I mean, our girl probably has a three-year-old cracked cell phone because she spends all her savings on makeup and clothing. And it’s always the brightest of colors, too. She’s stellar with color theory, and she always looks amazing when they go on public outings.

4. She and Ashido are best friends. They’re practically the same size, yeah? So Mina shares her excessive collection of vibrant prints, and in turn Hagakure shares her wide array of colored garments. Together the two of them dress to the nines - and make sure they don’t look too tacky or gaudy, but look stunning nonetheless. They also, especially in their second and third years, take way more shopping trips together. They make more money on workstudies, and why not spend it on something useful? (Though, Ashido does insist they skip their weekly shopping trip when Hagakure’s phone finally kicks the bucket, so she can afford a new one).

5. Hagakure is an aspiring beauty guru, easily. She practices all the time on Ashido and the other girls in 1-A, but her favorite person to make over is Tsuyu. She finds it to be a really fun challenge making over Tsuyu with her froglike complexion, and though Tsuyu isn’t one for makeup, every time Hagakure does her makeup she can’t help but feel beautiful. If she didn’t make it into the hero course, she was going to go to beauty school (which also would have been a feat, considering her invisible nature).

6. Hagakure is very much not a touchy-feely person, so when she and Ashido start hanging out more often, it makes her really nervous how easily Ashido can pick out where her shoulders or her hips are and pull her into a hug. At first Ashido is nervous, because Hagakure seems uncomfortable but isn’t saying anything. When she asks if Hagakure doesn’t like physical contact, Hagakure just replies with a timid “Nobody’s really been able to tell where I am before.” With Hagakure’s permission, Ashido makes it her goal to make sure Hagakure is included in every group hug or high-five that goes on.

Please feel free to add onto this list! I want to give Hagakure the character traits she deserves, since we see so little of her in the anime/manga (that wasn’t meant to be a pun but hey, if the shoe fits).

#mha #my hero academia #mha headcanons #hagakure tooru #bnha #hagakure tooru headcanon #my girl tooru deserves better #give me more hagakure #why couldn't she just be able to turn her invisibility on and off #she's probably such a hot bitch #I would do anything for hagakure to get more development #also hagakure and ashido would high key be cute together #yamayama rambles #yamayamawrites

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kittenshift-17 · 4 years

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135. ‘Enough with the pillow talk, I’m tired.’ Severus and Hermione please :)

“I just don’t see why the reactor couldn’t be stabilised if we added powdered root of starthorn? It’s a perfectly acceptable stabiliser,” Hermione Granger asserted breathlessly, her mind running a mile a minute as she tried to unravel the problem at hand with the potion that kept exploding in her face.

“Miss Granger, must you prattle so ceaselessly?” Severus Snape sighed, weary of her incessant chatter as she indefatigably persisted with her potions problem.

“Hmm?” she asked, turning to him and blinking owlishly.

He looked exhausted, she noted, frowning worriedly.

“Enough with the pillow talk,” he grumbled. “I’m tired.”

Hermione’s cheeks turned pink.

“Pillow talk?” she repeated, breathless now for another reason.

In all the years she’d worked alongside him at the apothecary, never once had they stepped across that threshold between professional potioneers and something more.

He huffed.

“What else would you call it after the climatic explosion you experienced just now?” he sneered, gesturing with one long finger to the mess littering their brewing lab - the result of her most recent potions mishap.

“Well...” Hermione said, looking around guiltily and noting that the batch of Sleeping Draught he’d been brewing to sell at the shop was ruined - having turned a violent shade of pink thanks to the accidental inclusion of her exploded potion.

Embarrassed, she cleared her throat and straightened her skirt, noting as she did so that the potion she’d exlpoded had eaten right through the fabric over her right thigh, baring the top of her stockings to his gaze.

“I apologize, Severus,” she offered quietly. “I will... cease my attempts to master this particular potion in our combined lab, here.”

He sighed and looked like he rather doubted it.

“Starthorn would probably work to stabiliize the salamander blood reactor,” he told her gently. “But it would poison the drinker.”

“I... oh,” Hermione said, her eyes widening. “Bugger.”

In spite of his weariness, a smile threatened at the corners of his mouth and he huffed out a soft chuckle at her reply.

“I beleive it might be best to call it a day,” he told her, surprising her when he put his hand on her shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze before flicking his wand to vanish their potions and tidy the mess she’d caused.

“I suppose you’re right,” Hermione sighed, glancing toward the clock on the wall and noting that it was well after midnight. Again. Time always got away from them when they were brewing.

“Get some rest,” he told her gently. “Until tomorrow, Miss Granger.”

Hermione frowned as he headed for the door, noting that even now he walked with such silence but for the slight billow of his cloak.

“Severus?” she called softly before he could slip out of the lab and to the flat he called home above it.

He stopped, his back to her though she was certain he was listening closely to whatever she might have to say.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to real pillow talk someday, if you were so inclined,” she admitted quietly, wondering if the fumes from her potion or the late hour had weakened her mind that she could state the truth of their situation so boldly.

In the fifteen years since the war had ended, life had not been kind to either survivor in that lab, but she had found solace working in the apothecary he had quietly opened on the corner of Knockturn and Diagon Alley. She had found solace in his company, too. For while half the world still imagined him a villain and the other half toted him a gallant hero, he was, at the end of the day, simply a rather unpleasant and lonely man with few friends, little patience, and an abundance of bitterness he carried with him everywhere he went. When the glory of vicotry wore away, Hermione had learned that young love was fleeting, and unpleasant memories were easier to forget through avoidance, and highschool friendships - even those that survived fierce battles and terrible wars - didn’t often survive into fully fledged adulthood.

Severus Snape, for better or worse, was the one constant thing in her life that hadn’t changed in all the time she had known him. He had been a cruel and bitter man when he’d been her teacher at Hogwarts; he’d been a cruel and bitter man when they’d all beleived him naught but a Death Eater; and to this day he remained a cruel and bitter man who carved out a living on only his skill as a potion master, and little more. He was just as cutting a cruel when they brewed together for the shop as he had been when he’d instructed her at school.

“It’s late, Miss Granger,” he replied quietly, without looking at her, though Hermione noted the way his shoulders tensed. “We’re both tired.”

Hermione suspected that was the only answer she would get on the subject, and that when tomorrow arrived, he would pretend she’d never mentioned it.

“If you say so,” she sighed. “But my position on the matter won’t change.”

He put a hand to the doorframe that led to the backroom and the staircase to the upper level, his knuckles stark against the dark wood before slowly he turned to look at her.

“I am your employer, Miss Granger,” he reminded her.

“You are,” Hermione nodded.

“And before this, I was your teacher,” he continued.

“You were,” she agreed.

“You understand, then, that continuing this conversation further would be inappropriate?” he finished, and that damnable eyebrow he loved to quirk to remind her of his mental superiority lifted in challenge.

“I fail to see how the three facts are related,” she countered quietly, holding his gaze steadily in a way she knew most people were too terrified to dare. “You were my teacher and you are my employer, but the fact remains that you and I have been carrying on this relationship well outside the parameters of employer and employee, or of teacher and student. And if I beleived that my perspective on this matter was skewed or incorrect, I’d have kept it to myself. But I’m not blind, or deaf, or idiotic, Severus, no matter what you might think of me.”

“Is that right?” he challenged.

“Yes,” Hermione said simply. “Now, if you wish to return to work tomorrow and speak nothing of the topic I will understand and refrain from mentioning it again, but it will not change the facts.”

“And what facts might those be, exactly?” he clarified, though from the hard glint in his eyes she was playing a dangerous game and ought to back down now or suffer the consequences.

“That if you were so inclined as to someday engage in pillow talk across the sheets from me I would not be opposed, and actually might be rather pleased about it,” Hermione said, raising her chin. “And that I don’t believe I’m alone in sometimes wishing that was already the case.”

“You don’t believe so?” he pushed, taking a step in her direction that really should’ve warned her that it was high time she just went home to bed, alone, like she usually did.

“If I’m mistaken, Severus, by all means, correct me,” Hermione said quietly. “But the truth is that I’m tired of this silly game we play where we dance around it and talk over it and stuff it away in dark corners where no one can see so that nothing will ever change in this place. If you actually imagine that any employee would put up with your foul temper and rude outbursts; that any normal employee would end up here with you until after midnight every other night, then I fear I might’ve warped your perspective of the workplace. Make no mistake, I do not weather your black moods and work hundreds of hours unpaid overtime for my health.”

“Then what are you doing here?” he challenged, and in that moment at the edge of his temper and the cusp of his scorn, she knew he wanted to wound her until she went away and couldn’t upset the bitter little world he’d built for himself here.

“Reveling in your company,” Hermione admitted quietly. “Taking solace in your companionship. Finding some manner of peace in your presence.”

“And yet, you seek to upset it by speaking this way,” he sneered, scowling at her.

“I seek to make myself known, Severus,” Hermione corrected him. “Difficult though I’m certain you believe it to be, I’ve grown quite fond of you these past ten years I’ve spent in your employ. At the end of each evening, I return home to my little flat and I might peruse a book or take a bath or fix an unsatisfying snack, or I might simply fall into bed. But it is all simply to pass the time until I can return here again the next morning where I know you will be waiting.”

She shrugged her shoulders rather helplessly and sighed before straightening her skirt and lifting her chin.

“In any case, I’ve said what I intended to say and so I will leave the matter with you to stew over, as I’ve no doubt you plan to do. If you have no interest in my offer, that’s perfectly alright and we shan’t mention it again. But if you do... well... you know where I’ll be.”

With that said, Hermione turned and walked across the lab and into the front room where the store was and where the fireplace was so that she might Floo home. He didn’t call after her or stop her, as she hoped he might, but then, Hermione had come to know Severus Snape very well over the course of her life and by now she knew that for all his towering temper, he wasn’t a rash or an impulsive man excepting instances of rage. And so she knew he would need time to think on what she’d said. He would need time to weigh it up in his mind and pick it apart until it made less sense than it did, and more sense than it perhaps should. It wouldn’t be tomorrow. It might not even be this week. In fact, it might not even be for several months that he might take her up on her offer of pillow talk and everything that ought to precede it, but that was okay.

She’d said her piece, and now it would be up to him to decide if he wanted to risk this fragile yet comfortable thing they had cultivated by accepting her offer. The truth was, even if he didn’t, she couldn’t imagine herself going any place else. This was enough. This was home. And as she flooed back to her flat that felt less like a home than that shop did, Hermione could only hope the allure of anticipation; his curiosity at what she might utter amid pillow talk would be enough to tempt him into trying it, at least once.

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