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rinnypyon · 11 months
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Kindergartens AU scribble!
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Tigerlily
Her mother hired her a driver and a bodyguard, though Laura didn't want it, said she'd be fine on her own, Talia didn't care, their family was in a precarious situation right now, and she'd be doing the same for Derek and the twins; Peter was only exempt because he was an adult who could take care of himself (and by that, Laura privately thought, what she meant to say was that Peter would totally emasculate and shred any ego and/or confidence the paparazzi/protesters had with his vicious words, if they were in public, and, if not, well. No one would miss them, he'd say, they must be vile people in their private lives to do such vile things in their public ones), and Philip because he was in Ireland with their father. Grouchy, Laura admitted defeat and accepted the burden of whomever her mother had hired, despite being two whole states away from the center of the chaos.
When she leaves her apartment, the first day she's being picked up by this person, she's taken utterly by surprise to see a buxom woman with honey-blonde hair in loose pig-tails tied up with big, sleek ribbons, a steampunk captain's hat atop her head, eyes like crushed nutmeg sprinkled with cigarette-ash flecks, wearing a white shirt and oil-slick black leather pants, her clothes clinging, like she chose them with the specific intention of showing off, standing in front of a pastel, antique Volkswagen beetle, looking for all the world expectant, bored, and vaguely amused in that same way Uncle Peter sometimes gets, like the whole world is a joke that only they're in on.
"You must be Laura," the woman- or, more accurately, girl, at least comparatively- says.
Laura laughs a little, nervous and slightly incredulous, "And you're my ride?"
Blondie flashes a grin, full-up of too many teeth, plumb-red tinted lips parting dangerously around too-sharp bone, an expression as seductive as it is terrifying. "That's right," she opens the backseat door and bows with a flourish, waving Laura inside the vehicle, "my name's Erica; our chariot tigerlily and I will be providing you all of your escorting and personal protection needs, as per your mother's- and therefore my paycheck's- request."
"Uh-mm," Laura laughs again, walking down the concrete steps and away from her apartment complex's entryway, stopping short when she gets to sidewalk proper, biting her lip and wringing her hands a little. Erica remains bowed, though she does turn her head to narrow her smokey eyes, the silken waterfall of her sunlight hair tangling with her neck, the black bow holding the pig-tail in place falling just under the girl's ear, contrasting the brilliant neon-chain piercings that decorate- nearly overwhelm- it. "Are you... old enough to be doing this?"
An explosive sigh as she rights herself, leans an elbow on top of the door and rests her cheek on her hand, its' opposite going to her hip with a half-resigned, half-sass sort of attitude. "Do you want to see my credentials? I've got about a dozen boxing medals, three belts, a nikyu rank in judo, and-" she does an asymmetrical kind of jazz-hands, underwhelming and seeming almost bored, like she's explained this thousands of times, before returning to her original position- "surprise surprise, a driver's license. I'm qualified, does my age really matter?"
"I... suppose not?"
"You don't sound too sure about that, princess."
Laura shakes her head with a little hiccup-squeak- a sound she will never admit to having made, and will quietly freak out about later, thank you- "Nope, I'm sure. I'm sure," and with that she skedaddles on into the car- as elegantly as she can manage, after everything- ignoring her driver's growing smirk with an awkward, embarrassed kind of desperation. She hears Erica huff out something of a laugh before the car door's shut gently behind her, the girl moving to the driver's seat and clambering in.
"So: where to?"
"Belle Grove Kindergarten," Laura answers promptly, mildly relieved to be done with the social niceties of it all.
"Oh, that's right, your mom did say something about you being a teacher." Laura hums affirmatively. "I hate kids, personally, but, you know-" she turns the key, starting the car and pulling away from the curb- "kudos to you for bringing knowledge to the next generation of assholes, or something like that."
Laura chokes on her own spit, and it takes a lot longer than she'd like for her to become composed enough to dignify that with a response, and all she ends up managing is a very high, very unsure, haphazardly chagrined and slightly sarcastic, "Thanks?"
She glimpses, from the rearview mirror, Erica's eyes crinkling with the mirth and width of her smile.
It's odd to learn about someone so extensively over such a short period of time, but, at the same time, it seems almost natural. There's awkwardness and blundering, but Erica and Laura just kind of click.
The wind-swept wild maiden, and the tamer, tranquil, motherly type of woman, both of them very, very different, but uniquely complementary to each other.
Erica, Laura finds, became a bodyguard straight out of highschool, her epilepsy- which she avoids talking about like the plague, so long as she can get away with it- made it difficult to become a driver in any capacity, but, her episodes winding down as she got older, along with finding meds to manage it that managed it well, or, at least, better than the others before, did seem help in that vein. Still, if she has even one seizure, it could revoke her license, which, while Erica understands, the safety of others and all that, she's also vaguely bitter about.
The girl's overtly sexual, voraciously flirtatious, with a mask of lethal confidence born from deep-rooted insecurities. She's very explorative of her identity at this point in her life because her identity always used to be her illness, and now that she has the chance to discover herself outside of that, she's diving in headfirst, reckless and urgent. She's a very in your face with both my middle-fingers in the air type of person, but there's a depth, a complexity to it, and a frugal kindness saturated in cynicism riding just underneath.
Her style, too, is fascinating, from her clothes to her car to the way she utilizes her language, and, despite mostly being a pacifist herself, if Laura's being honest the way Erica fights is... mouth-watering. Would be a vulgar thing to think. Which is why Laura isn't thinking it.
At all.
Erica taps the metal curl of her sunglasses against her teeth, glaring at the door that leads into Laura's apartment complex, impatient. She knows that the school-year is over, but she also knows that Laura isn't the type to have with staying inside or being idle. The woman likes fresh air and sunlight the same way flowers do, in that she needs it like breathing, could only wilt without it.
Which is why Erica ended up outside her place, figuring she'd still need a ride... somewhere.
Sighing explosively, she gets up off of her car, rubs the sun-scorched metal feeling out of her skin with a small grimace, and decidedly presses Laura's buzzer. No response. She clicks the button over and over again, irritating-persistent, pestering, until she hears a crash and an undeniably familiar voice shouting, "Cora, I swear to god—"
The aggrieved words halt, stutter, caught like fluttering-fragile butterfly wings in her long, pale throat, heterochromatic eyes startled-wide when they light on Erica—who'd backtracked down the small set of stairs, back to the sidewalk, to look up at the sight of her boss' daughter, her client, her friend, standing sleep-soft messy on her balcony. ink-silk curls in a loose-tumble bun, a slightly revealing preppy-pink satin slip under an unzipped hoodie, baggy sleeves sliding adorably over her bony hands, dream-like cotton-candy designs on it.
"Sorry to disappoint, princess," Erica smirks, watching as Laura's barefoot toes flex against charcoal grey floorboards.
Laura blushes furiously, rosy hue dusting her from her prominent collarbone all the way to her crown, getting ripe-strawberry dark just at the tip of her ears, and erica's helpless to the way her smirk widens into a genuine grin. "Not disappointed," Laura says, breezily, turning her eyes away and smoothing her hands down her skirt with all the air of recomposed royalty—the act betrayed entirely by her coloring and the high-pitch, embarrassed crackle of her tone. Erica bites back a laugh, scuffs the heel of her boot on the crack-crumble cement.
"You gonna grant me entry into your tower? Or am I gonna have to beg you to let down your hair?"
Laura's eyes flutter closed, tonguing the back of her teeth even as an indulgently mirthful smile overwhelms her. "You know... I shouldn't," she points out with a look, exasperatedly shaking her head even as she retreats back inside to buzz Erica in, fatalistic, calling over her shoulder: "You’re likely a dragon, come to kidnap me and burn me alive."
Erica rolls her eyes, jogs back up the little street-stairway, opens the door when it unlocks for her at Laura's bidding, before running up the three flights it takes to get to Laura's apartment, only the barest hints of breathless when she gets to the woman's door and sweeps inside. "No way am I a dragon. I'm more like... Excalibur," she leans into the woman's space, sultry-purr, "silver and sharp."
Laura backs away with a sound split between a groan and a sigh, "And just as dangerous."
"Not exactly," Erica hums, shutting Laura's door carelessly and meandering to the dining table, snatching an apple from the wicker-weave basket in the middle of its’ wax-shine mahogany expanse and biting into it. "The dragon kills you, princess, because it's hungry, driven by instinct, whatever. I, on the other hand, am wielded in your defence-" she shrugs- "or not. Maybe your evil step-mother picks me up and beheads you with me. My point is, as a weapon, I have no intent, good or bad." 
She looks up from her fingers, picking restlessly at blood-rich apple-skin to find Laura staring at her, expression indecipherable.
Silence reigns- vaguely uncomfortable- for a second too long. Erica blinks, knits her brows.
"... What?"
Laura shakes her head, "I— Nothing. Nothing, nevermind." She clears her throat, shuffles things around that don't really need to be shuffled, restless. "Um, so. What're you doing here?"
"My job, unless I was fired while I wasn't paying attention."
Laura huffs a little, glittering starlight returning to her eyes, "No; I'll have need of you for a while yet. But..." She shrugs, "I don't really have anywhere to go."
"Bullshit," Erica scoffs, narrows her eyes when laura's only response is a deadpanned glare. "Seriously? No... friends? social gatherings? nothing?"
*"Nothing,"* Laura sighs, nearly a pout, flopping lethargically onto her white-cotton plush couch. "Just the kids—work."
Erica blanks for a moment, fidgets, eats her goddamn apple.
"Okay," she shatters the vaguely somber air after a moment, annoyed, tossing her apple-core into the trash-can on her way to the couch before lifting Laura bodily off of it, hauling her into a bridal-carry easy as anything, and ignoring her yelp of utterly indignant shock. "Fuck this. We're going out."
Laura sputters for a moment, hands flapping a little wildly as Erica straight-up carries her past the threshold and- since the stairs don't seem like a good or practical idea- to the elevator, before she resignedly, almost begrudgingly, gives in, wrapping her willowy arms around Erica's neck and melting into her with a huff. "I suppose it wouldn't do to leave tigerlily all by their lonesome, anyway, would it?"
“No,” Erica agrees victoriously. “No, it would not.”
They spend the day driving around, avoiding paparazzi, getting frozen yogurt, a whole trunkload- literally- of books, two records, a record player, and a moment saturated in the floaty-fluff memory of dancing with Erica in the middle of the street, both of them a study in awkward clumsiness and both of them devolving into hysterical fits of laughter.
The image of Erica with her head thrown back, their bodies spinning, dizzying, her laughter throaty and reckless and breathless-wild, is replaying in Laura’s head on a loop when Erica walks her back up to her apartment, the sight of the girl's teeth, tongue, the roof of her mouth, unexplored places that Laura suddenly, yearningly, viscerally, wants to map out, discover, taste, know. Which is probably why, when Erica grins a, "G'night, Lulu," with every intention of leaving, Laura ropes her in- knuckles fisted in the collar of her shirt- and kisses her soundly.
Erica freezes for just the barest hints of a frantically eternal, terrifying moment, before she's all motion, folding Laura into her body with all the ease of a sculptor molding clay, fingertips, sharp nails, pressing into her shoulder blades as she dives into her in turn, greedy, with a gasping moan, wavering somewhere deep, all animalistic, ferine need.
When they part enough to allow air back into their lungs, lips bruised and spit-slick, Erica rasps, teased lovely, so fucking lovely at the edges, "That was-" a swallow, dry, clicking- "unexpected."
"No, it wasn't. It was a kiss. That's what you're supposed to do at the end of a date, isn't it? Kiss?"
Erica snorts, dissolves into giggles, lets her head fall to rest on Laura's shoulder, button-nose pressed into Laura’s pulse-point. "Yeah," she agrees, every muscle easing down to supple, pliant, and Laura hadn't even realized how tightly Erica was holding herself until now. "Yeah, I suppose it is."
"Come inside?" She asks, maybe begs, and Erica lifts her head, raising an eyebrow, which has Laura rolling her eyes. "To cuddle. Watch Netflix? Eat p—" she halts herself- because she knows, she knows how much Erica hates popcorn- squints her eyes at the ceiling for a second as she thinks, both arms wrapped around Erica's back, one hand absently playing with her puppy-soft hair. "Poptarts," she decides, finally, looking back down into Erica's eyes, only to be knocked entirely breathless by how much of the girl's naked heart is beating in them, joyous, honeycomb sweet, and glittering with something new, transcendent, something that, maybe, hopes to be love.
Erica catches whatever expression of besotted surprise Laura must be wearing with a kiss, like fireflies in a mason jar, says, "Sure. Poptarts sound good."
And Laura realizes, mostly accidentally, that she's now dating her best friend, and her whole world glows.
(When the political turbulence gets tied up, and the reason for Erica being hired concisely ends, she moves on to a new job, another client, but her relationship with Laura remains, grows, develops. The two women explore each other, their identities together, and, when Laura decides to bring the girl home to introduce her to her family- them road-tripping to BH in tigerlily- Erica brings a fruit-basket, which she bequeaths Talia, for essentially introducing them.)
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wetookanoath · 6 years
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For the children’s book author Shane au: After the reading Shane gives Ryan his number. Now poor Ryan is left trying to answer these kids’ questions. “I don’t love Mr Madej- no we’re not getting married- stop with the singing please”. Bonus: months later Shane comes back to read his new story (chapter two), he kisses Ryan on the cheek, causing a whole class to erupt with “i knew it” “Mr Bergera and Shane sitting in a tree!”
JSNFIENIFR 
I don’t know how american kids are, but my lil nieces and nephew aren’t as awake as this ones, lmao. But omg, stilllllll like they start seeing each other and when Shane kisses his cheek the kids go OOOOHHHHHH ARE YOU MARRIED????? 
Ryan is all red and no, no, no, kids nooooo. And Shane would be like omg, yes, yes yes, kids yeeees. 
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yoonminaufest-blog · 7 years
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Yoonmin School Days
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Hello, yoonmin shippers! 
We are officially opening round two of our fic fest series! With the school year starting for many of us, we thought it’d be great to bring you as many school related yoonmin fics as possible. In this introduction post we will cover as many points as possible, so everyone knows what to expect as this round goes on. 
SCHEDULE:
Prompting: August 7 - September 4 Claiming: September 6 - 27 Check-In: November 8 Drop Out Deadline: November 8 Finals: December 20-27 Posting: January 2 Reveals: TBA
Yoonminaufest runs on a prompt and claim format. This means as soon as the fest beginning there is a prompting period where anyone can submit a prompt they’d like someone to write. Submitting a prompt does not mean you have to write in the fest. You also do not have to limit yourself to submitting only one prompt. For writers, you do not have to submit a prompt if you want to write in the fest (but we do encourage it ;). 
The theme for this fest is “school” but the admins encourage our prompters to think outside the box. Just because we have a school theme, you shouldn’t limit yourself to the standard school tropes. You can bring any elements you want to the prompt as long as Yoongi and/or Jimin are in school or taking some type of class.
Some prompt starters to consider:
Student Jimin / Teacher Yoongi
Principal Jimin  / Teacher Yoongi
Kindergarten Teacher Jimin / Bad Boy Yoongi
Yoongi and Jimin both sign up for the same cooking class
Jimin is the class president dating high school drop out Yoongi
A/B/O high schoolers Yoongi and Jimin have sex for the first time and one of them ends up pregnant
Campus couple Yoongi (architect major) x Jimin (marketing major)
Kid!au ; 7 year old Yoongi is assigned new kidergarten student 5 year old Jimin to show him around school and sit with him on the bus to and from school
Shy Yoongi dates popular student Jimin
Sweet college student Jimin is dating gang member Yoongi
RULES:
All fics must be YoonMin focused - Yoongi and Jimin must be main characters or endgame. 
Hate against other members of BTS will not be allowed wether in the fic or prompt. These will be deleted. 
All fics must have clear trigger warnings (rape, death, eating disorders, etc.)
We ask that all prompting be completed using the google form that we provide and during the prompting period
Communicate with the admins about questions for the fic fest, prompting, and future deadlines. We will get to you as soon as possible and we’re very understanding. This is all for fun and we want you to enjoy participating!
All participants must follow this account and our twitter to get updates about the fest and follow the hashtag #ymschooldays
PROMPTING FORM
We can’t wait to read the prompts you all submit. We will be posting prompt previews in a few weeks and opening the prompt treasury later this month, updating once or twice a week (depending the admins schedules).
 ♡ Admin Sun and Admin Moon
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mobelmatz · 5 years
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Beschreibung: Diese Tisch- und Stuhlesets sind die perfekte Ergänzung für jeden Haushalt. Hergestellt aus robustem Holz mit Sicherheitsfarbe und kräftigen Farben, werden sie die Fantasie Ihres Kindes mit Leben füllen. Perfekt für Ihre Kinder beim Essen, Spielen, Malen, Lernen usw. Spezifikation: Farbe lila Material: Holz Lieferinhalt: 2 x Stühle 1 x Tabelle Beachten: Bitte erlauben Sie 1-3cm Fehler aufgrund der manuellen Messung und stellen Sie sicher, dass Sie nichts dagegen haben, bevor Sie bestellen. Bitte haben Sie Verständnis dafür, dass Farben chromatische Abweichungen als unterschiedliche Platzierung von Bildern enthalten können.
via Produkte – Möbel
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rinnypyon · 8 months
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Draw your best friend
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andy-deer · 3 years
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NOOOO,you completely ignored my flirty ass,i feel like some shitty bard. I'm sad but not surprised honestly
want some advice at flirting? study the scenario and the person you’re flirting with
maybe saying somethin uh bold works when youre partyin at night but this is a blog
where im... like in the middle of.... creating a cute kidergarten au, so its.... you know? kinda out of place? also i literally dont.... know who you are....lol
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yoonminaufest-blog · 7 years
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Hello yoonmin shippers! 
Yoonminaufest is back with Round 2 of our fic fest!! For the upcoming semester we will be focusing on everything school related. We will officially start prompting period August 7th. Please start thinking of your prompt ideas now so you’re ready to submit right away! 
Prompting period for the fest is the time when anyone can give story ideas that they would love to have written. The theme for this fest is anything school related, so be sure to have Yoongi and/or Jimin involved in some type of schooling. Check out our guidelines to see what we look for in prompt format.
General examples to get you thinking : 
Student Jimin / Teacher Yoongi
Principal Jimin  / Teacher Yoongi 
Kindergarten Teacher Jimin / Bad Boy Yoongi 
Yoongi and Jimin both sign up for the same cooking class
Jimin is the class president dating high school drop out Yoongi
A/B/O high schoolers Yoongi and Jimin have sex for the first time and one of them ends up pregnant
Campus couple Yoongi (architect major) x Jimin (marketing major)
Kid!au ; 7 year old Yoongi is assigned new kidergarten student 5 year old Jimin to show him around school and sit with him on the bus to and from school
Shy Yoongi dates popular student Jimin
Sweet college student Jimin is dating gang member Yoongi 
We will be posting a formal post that will provide the schedule for the fest and more prompt guides, along with link for the prompting form on the 7th. 
Follow the fic fest here on Tumblr and/or on Twitter for more updates. We will also be using #ymschooldays on both platforms, be sure to check the tag! 
We can’t wait for classes to begin ~
- Admin Sun & Admin Moon
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