imaginedyou: (pot ;; troika nighttime)
characters/pairings: girl!Yanagi/girl!Yukimura, girl!Yanagi/girl!Sanada, girl!Sanada/girl!Yukimura, (eventual) girl!Yukimura/girl!Yanagi/girl!Sanada
genre: femmeslash, genderswap, au, threesome,
wordcount: 4469
prompt: From Cyn - Yukimura, the princess and her maids/friends/whatever; "But won't the prince suspect something?"
notes: Unfinished WIP, posting because I don't think it'll get finished! I wrote this whole section in one night (sometime in December last year) and then I lost the thread of where it was going and never went back to it.



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imaginedyou: (pot ;; girl!yukimura)
characters/pairing(s): girl!Sanada, Yukimura, Yanagi, Rikkai Regulars.
genre: gen, genderswap
wordcount: 2053
notes: Unfinished WIP, not planning to go anywhere further with it, so just posting it up as is :) Written back in January, apparently.



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You say [livejournal.com profile] cliche_bingo, I say; 'I'll just steal the prompts and write them at random!" XD 344 words.

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`Genderswap`

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Waking up a girl hasn't changed Noda at all. She still pays an insane amount of attention to her looks and accessories, still walks with a spring in her step. Uchiyama is clothed embarrassingly in anything she could snatch from her mother's wardrobe that morning without being caught; trousers too short in the leg, comfortable, and faded.

Minami is still checking out girls. It's just that today they see her predatory smile and are misreading it completely, smiling back, wondering who this strangely friendly girl is. Not just any girl would hang out in front of Shirokin Gakuen, and yet today there is a small group of them, totally mismatched.

Sawada has been dragging her feet all the way to school. Her clothes no longer fit properly, her trousers only staying up because she forced a few new holes into her belt this morning. But it was either that, or call her sister and have to find out if they might share the same size anything (the horror, the very thought of it made Sawada turn back to the belt and continue to bore a new hole, hoping that this one would be right this time).

Reaching the school gates, Sawada wonders just how she is going to convince the others of the situation, that it really is her. It quickly turns to wondering just how she realised who was who when it came to them.

"Why didn't you borrow your sister's clothes?" Noda demands. "You are the only one of us to have a teenage sister and you don't take advantage?"

"It's so unfair," Uchiyama states, fact and not envy in her words, "even as a girl you get to be the coolest one of all of us."

Before Sawada can open her mouth to make a reply to that, she hears footsteps pounding the ground behind her.

"Guys, guys!" Kuma shouts, and none of them can turn away from the freely bouncing chest. "Take a look at these!"

Sawada gets to be the coolest, but Kuma gets to be the best-endowed.

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imaginedyou: (GOK ;; shin + uchi stare)
title: Why I'm Not Where You Are
fandom: Gokusen
wordcount: 429
prompt: [livejournal.com profile] vacivity and I wrote a JDramas fanfic wishlist between us. And I decided to try my hand at something from it!: I still want 3D as girls fic. With lots of nice lovely femslash moments. :D. [livejournal.com profile] 31_days, 4 November 2005.
notes: This is set in an Alternate Universe - Class 3D are all GIRLS. That means genderswitched. But this is gen right now ;D

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Cyn and I were batting [livejournal.com profile] 31_days prompts at one another over G!Talk; low pressure stuff that started off only going for one-sentence fics, but grew :D I have a big soft spot for the dorky!HYD one.


fandoms: Gokusen (girl!au), Yasha, Hana Yori Dango, Ace wo Nerae.
prompts: from various [livejournal.com profile] 31_days months.

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Gokusen!girl!au, Yamaguchi-sensei discovers there is a thief in the school's midst. 510 words. Prompt: [livejournal.com profile] 31_days, 26 March 2006.

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she being brand new

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Yamaguchi-sensei is still thinking about it later on in the staff room. After a double-period; two straight hours of class 3-D, she has a pretty good idea of how they operate already. In her family, if you can't suss a person out quickly, it can cost you your life. If you can suss out an entire group hierarchy, it can save you the same thing.

She also has a headache roughly the size of Asia.

It's while she's knocking back a couple of painkillers with bottled water that the Vice Principle announces that the collection money is missing. If 'announces' can also mean 'explodes at the top of his voice'. The painkillers go down, fortunately, but half the water sprays across Kumiko's desk. She's still trying to mop it up subtly with the sleeve of her tracksuit as she inquires into what on earth the Vice Principal is talking about.

"You can't possibly mean you think someone stole it?" she pipes up innocently. The narrowed eyes and freaky smirk in her direction insist that it is in fact exactly what the Vice Principal thinks.

"Well, it isn't someone from my class," Fujiyama-sensei shrugs, turning her face away and sticking her nose back into her magazine.

"It isn't someone from mine either!" Kumiko protests, but everyone just looks at her pityingly and shakes their heads. She's young and naive, but they needed new staff, it can't be helped.

"The girls from 3-D are just the type," the Vice Principal says, stalking the staff room with out-turned feet and one finger pointed out straight ahead of him. Kumiko can't help but feel that he's accusing her almost as much as her class, just for being their teacher. And yet, she can't for it, to have them feel the accusing stares on their backs, all the while not knowing why every teacher is so suspicious of them, out to get them.

"For being themselves!" The Vice Principal says, and Kumiko realises she's spoken the words out loud.

"Vice Principal," she begins very calmly, "have you ever taken a class with these girls?"

"What?" He frowns. "No, of course I haven't."

"Well then, how can you presume to know them?" Kumiko presses. "I may only have spent this morning with them, but I watched and listened, and I believe I know these girls very well already, by the things they don't say as much as those that they do!"

After all, 'buzz off out of my face, pigtails!' isn't really very much to go on, Kumiko thinks sourly to herself.

"In fact!" She says, not giving anyone a chance to butt in. She is, she tells herself confidently, on a roll. "I will go and speak to all the girls myself and see what they know about the collection money!"

She charges out of the door oblivious to any and all protest. She catches the mutterings fading behind her, but refuses to register the suggestion that 'tipping them off' will only make things worse.

No-one can stop her once she's made up her mind.

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Gokusen!girl!au, Yamaguchi-sensei listens in on one of Fujiyama-sensei's classes. Character names: Sawada Sen, Uchiyama Harumi, Kumai Tomoe, Noda Takako, Minami Yuri. 567 Words. Prompt: [livejournal.com profile] 31_days, 13 January 2008.

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the best article in the market


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She almost can't believe it when she passes by; on the way to the library to pick up text needed for her own class, next, but that's all forgotten when she sees it. Kumiko presses her face up to the glass of the window and peers into her own classroom and sees a sight she's never seen before: the 3-D girls are all sitting down in their chairs properly (thank goodness for that, because Kumiko by this point has had enough flashes of teenage girl panties to last her several future lifetimes as possible old, perverted men), facing forward and listening to the lesson! Fujiyama-sensei is smiling as she talks, and not the nervous 'are they going to eat me or just hurt me?' smiles Kumiko saves just for class 3-D.

She can't help it, she just has to know what Fujiyama-sensei is saying or doing to make her class behave so well. Nothing is coming through the glass, so Kumiko rushes inside the building to press her ear up against the classroom door while the class is still in session.

"Here, take this one and try it out," Fujiyama-sensei says, and a chorus of surprised mumbles follow, a lot of excitedness but none of the selfish fighting and grabbing that usually happens when an item everyone wants to see is handed out. Kumiko wishes there was a way to both see and hear what was going on. She reaches slowly for the handle, hesitating several times before twisting it as quietly as possible and opening the door a crack.

Fujiyama-sensei is leaning against the desk, one leg crossed over the other in an overly casual way. Some of the girls appear to be copying her somewhat at their desks. Kumiko peers across the girls until she can find out what object it is they're learning with.

"Shizuka-sensei, this stuff is wicked!" Yuri pipes up, brandishing... A scarlet lipstick. Fujiyama-sensei sends a pearly pink smile in Yuri's direction; she obviously hasn't parted with something she uses regularly, but it's her own lipstick nonetheless.

"I told you!" Fujiyama-sensei replies, clapping her hands together and almost laughing, but not quite because she doesn't ever truly seem to laugh in a real way. "You use that and you'll have all the boys watching you. Dark red lips like that, with this colour-"

She doesn't even have to finish her sentence because they're all laughing as though sharing some in-joke. It has to be dirty, Kumiko thinks sternly to herself, because they never laugh like that for any other reason. They're supposed to be learning! And here they are taking make-up tips and reading Fujiyama-sensei's magazines in class! No wonder they like her so much, most of them want to be her when they grow up, minus the actually having to get a job and do some work part. Except it suddenly seems Fujiyama-sensei isn't working so very hard after all.

Kumiko is so annoyed she practically slams the door on her way back to the library where she was originally headed. It doesn't quite bang enough to startle everyone, but it catches Sen's attention. She lifts her head from the desk where she's been dozing through class and stares at the door as though she can see through it. She smiles; she believes she caught sight of a pigtail streaming behind the person who just walked away from the door.

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Gokusen!girl!au, Yamaguchi-sensei meets class 3-D for the first time. Character names: Sawada Sen, Uchiyama Harumi, Kumai Tomoe, Noda Takako, Minami Yuri. 905 Words. Prompt: [livejournal.com profile] 31_days, 7 January 2008.

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motionless at 9:10
(freezing time when it happened)


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Sawada Sen walks into the room amongst the others, somewhere in the middle where she won't be noticed especially for being the leader at the front, or the one trailing, bringing up the back. Other girls in the class have already spread the rumours outside the school this morning, on the corner by the park where they all stand and smoke just waiting for someone to comment or worse; try to tell them they can't, mustn't. Sen, even turning up purposely late as always already knows there are two new teachers starting today.

She knows the five of them are being stared at by this new teacher - fresh out of university too if the gossip is true - what a chump, and Sen checks her out in return without appearing to. They warned her to wear a tracksuit, and she actually listened. It's a little pitiful that she expects to be run out of her own classroom, but Sen has to admire the fact that she listened. She won't regret it when her trainers carry her away quicker than the rest of them can manage on their ridiculously high heels. They're in this season. Never mind school regulations because what's the point of wearing a heel at all if it's less than two inches? It doesn't even count.

Yamaguchi Kumiko, her name is written up on the board helpfully for everyone to see. She keeps watching until Sen and the girls make their way to the very back of the classroom, their own particular seats. Her mouth is a little open, as though she can't believe the gall of it, but she doesn't say anything. Afraid?

She looks down at her register, counting up the names she'd left blank and fills in the mysterious five. Even if she doesn't know who is who yet she knows everyone is in attendance this morning. Yamaguchi-sensei takes heart from that; if they were really as bad as everyone had told her wouldn't a few of them at the very least have skipped class entirely? She doesn't stop to think that perhaps they might just give up later and go home - her mind isn't designed to follow those kind of negative paths.

"So!" She says brightly, looking around the room. Only half the desks are turned in her direction, and that seems coincidental. "Let us begin! I'm your new teacher, Yamaguchi Kumiko, and you're my very first class so I hope to make lots of wonderful memories with you, enough to last us a lifetime!"

"Yours will certainly be shorter than ours," Noda points out, long red manicured nails fiddling with one of the gold hoops in her ears. Half the class erupts into snorts and giggles while Yamaguchi-sensei manages only to look vaguely confused; at 23 years old she's only a few years older than they.

"I dunno, those pigtails make her look younger than my little sister, and she's not even at school yet!"

All of a sudden it seems like a hundred eyes are upon her accusingly. Kumiko squirms under the scrutiny. She quites likes the pigtails, they keep her hair right out of her face and everything.

"Not like 3-B, have you seen their new teacher?" Harumi asks, "when we went past the classroom she was sitting their doing her nails while the class all had their heads down reading books, idiots! Now that's more the teacher for us, why don't you get lost?"

They all turn on her, and suddenly the plumpest, bustiest girl of them all is stalking down to the front of the classroom, knee socks pulled up to cover chunky calves. Hands on her hips she glares right into Yamaguchi-sensei's eyes.

"Yeah, get lost!" She yells at Yamaguchi, and then waves a fist in front of her new teacher's face, "or you just might regret it!"

She may be a buxom girl, but she's quite short enough to go with it that Yamaguchi-sensei has to look down on her to meet her eyes, enough to make her want to laugh. She thinks she is threatening, wearing this plaid skirt and kneesocks? Kumiko wants to laugh right in her face, after flicking her off like the little meaningless fly she is, but she tries to keep her teacher-head on. She even has pigtails of her own, but hers are tiny and spiky, poking out from the top of her head, and maybe that's the difference?

She is just deliberating how to solve this in a teacher-like manner when the stand-off is interrupted.

"Tomoe, quit it," Sen says, eyes on her magazine and seemingly not even aware of what is going on. Immediately the girl stands down and shuffles her way back to her seat, huffing the entire way as though the morning isn't properly begun without punching someone out - and perhaps it isn't, for her.

Sen has to all at once pretend to look natural reading her magazine, and to keep it unforced, while Yamaguchi-sensei looks up to glance her way properly for the very first time. There is a recognition in her eyes Sen can't see while avoiding meeting Yamaguchi-sensei's eyes, but she knows how it feels already - it was the look in her eyes when confronted with Tomoe that made Sen speak out in the first place.

Something about her warned Sen silently that Tomoe might just have been about to go up against someone she couldn't take.

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