#made math classes in school near impossible

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i have dyscalculia so i’m always desensitized to numbers lol

taking a tolerance break from sudoku because it's desensitizing me to numbers

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So Special - Lando Norris

<word count - 5350> |part 1 - Nerd|part 2 - Rumours|

The weekend had gone by, and you and Lando had spent your time doing very different things. He had been productive, spending his two days in the garage with his dad, perfecting your DT project. He couldn't care less that you had told him not to finish it.

He had said he would do it, and now he was damned sure that it would be the best one in the class. Lando and his dad had come up with some genius ideas, even if it was only meant to be a simple little wood-work task. 

It would probably be quite obvious that you hadn't done it in the workshop, but Lando had a feeling that you wouldn't care. Also with the help of his dad, Lando had gotten his homework rattled out within an hour. 

It wasn't quite the same as having you there to help him through it, since your way of teaching him was a lot better than his dad's, but it was better than nothing, that was for sure. 

You, on the other hand, had spent your weekend holed up in your bedroom, not wanting to come out for anyone or anything. Your parents had offered to take you out to any restaurant of your choosing, go somewhere with your friends, anything. 

But, you had declined all of their suggestions. You simply didn't feel like going anywhere. All you could think about was how much you were dreading going to school on Monday, how much you didn't want to see anyone in any of your classes.

It genuinely seemed like your worst nightmare at the moment, but you still had to go in. The minutes ticked by slowly over the weekend, every single one heightening the anxiety of being back in school. 

The most likely scenario was that people would have forgotten it by now and moved onto something else, but the feeling that that wasn't the case was overwhelming, crippling and soul-destroying. 

Even doing your maths homework felt near on impossible. A task that would normally only take you a few minutes took you nearly 2 hours, since trying to work with the numbers made nervousness swirl in your stomach. 

The ever present thought was Lando. If anything, you figured he had it the worst out of all of this. His friends mocked and ridiculed him at any chance they got, he couldn't even get the bus anymore without throwing in the towel and getting off early, and you didn't want to be around him anymore. 

Guilt mixed into the cesspool of emotions that you were feeling, but the pure fear of being in school and getting the mick taken out of you overshadowed that. You just wanted to get your education and run as far away from that damned place as you could. 

Once Monday morning had rolled around, you reluctantly got onto the bus, not wanting to walk in the frosty weather. Lando's mum would've given you a ride, but you didn't want to be seen getting out of his car. Now that would be pure social suicide. 

On the bus, you saw that Lando wasn't there, which made things easier. But, you sure as hell weren't sitting at the back near his friends. You shuffled onto a seat next to some random kids in a year below you, but you'd much rather do that than be subjected to Lando's friends.

School was relatively empty when you got there, most people going to sit in the canteen before the bell went for their first lessons. You made a beeline to the lockers, hoping that no one would be there.

Thankfully, there wasn't a soul in sight as you quickly punched the code into Lando's locker. You knew the code since you'd had to leave his homework in there a few times in the past. You pulled his jumper out of your bag and stuffed it in. On the top, you placed a small note of gratitude, before closing the locker back up and going over to yours to put in some of your textbooks.

To your surprise, your locker wasn't empty like you thought it would be. Inside was a small, plastic bag. Just like you had put on Lando's jumper, whoever had been in your locker had put a note on top of it. 'I promised I'd get this finished, and I am a man of my word'. 

You knew that handwriting off by heart, since it was one you often plagiarised. Opening the bag, you saw your fully finished, absolutely faultless DT woodwork project. You were baffled by how clean the cuts and joints were, and it was surely going to get you the best mark you had ever gotten in DT. 

The first genuine smile that you had cracked in days grew across your face, truly touched by the gesture. You had told him not to bother, that you'd do it yourself, even if you really didn't want to. "I did it right, yeah?" a voice suddenly broke you out of your small bout of happiness.

Lando was leant against his locker, hands in his pockets as he looked at you. His face was tired, it didn't have the life to it as it used to. His eyes were equally as lethargic, no longer holding that cheeky spark that they always had. It was like the colour had dulled out, leaving them more greyed over than blue. 

"Yeah, you did. It's great, thanks," you mustered up a small smile, barely even a fraction of the one you had earlier. For some reason, your brain still couldn't make you look him in the eyes as you talked to him.

"Anytime," he replied, his gaze fixed on your side profile. He was thinking the same about your appearance too, your face had sunken and your eyes weren't as bright as he remembered them being. 

"I don't think anyone's going to say anything, you know..." he mumbled, half hoping you'd heard him, half hoping you hadn't. The words sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince you, since he wanted to believe that they were true. 

He didn't want to see you upset anymore, he didn't want to have to distance himself from you, he didn't want to have to change his entire routine. All he wanted was his life right back to the way it was. 

The life when you two were friends, where he'd get to spend time with you. The life where he got to be Lando Norris, the cocky little shit to the rest of the year, but a softie for you. The life where everything was perfect again. 

"I don't think it's that easy, Lando," you said, your eyes still glued to your feet as you avoided eye contact with him. Even the sound of his name on your lips made his heart flutter uncontrollably. He wanted to hear more of it, he wanted to hear it every goddamn day of his life if you'd let him.

"Please? Can we just... just try to ignore it and still be friends? I just want to be your friend again, I mi-" he started to plead, the desperation evident in his tone. His face fell as he was cut off, knowing that both of you were in deep shit before the day had even started. 

"You what, Lando? Bit of trouble in paradise for our most prolific love birds?" some random guy in your year interrupted him, standing beside Lando. He had never seen fear in a person's features like he did on yours in that very moment.

You didn't think you could handle hearing another word of it, so you dashed past the both of them and down the hall, trying not to let the tears fall down your cheeks. He hadn't even said anything overly hurtful, but the panic of what he could have said had set in.

"Not gonna run after your girlfriend, Lando?" he further teased, and Lando could feel his fists clenching at his sides, his knuckles turning white due to how hard he was holding them. He knew that a comment like that wouldn't have normally set you off, but it just showed how bad the situation had gotten. 

"Go fuck yourself," he spat, walking to the canteen and sitting down on a table away from his friends. They had seen him come in, but he didn't care. They were the last people he wanted to talk to. 

For the first time in his life, he was desperate to get to lessons and have some much wanted distraction from everything that was going on. As soon as the bell had gone, he jumped out of his seat and took the shortest route that he could think of to the science labs for biology. 

Not to his shock, you were already sat in your seat, hunched over your textbook and exercise book. Lando took his seat, a few down from yours on the long, wooden benches. The start of the lesson was silent to begin with, before you were all assigned to do some questions with the people sat around you.

Lando tried to keep focused on the questions, but he couldn't help but hear his own name coming from your side of the table. As he discretely watched from the side, he saw as your head snapped up to the girl next to you. Lilly. 

Goddamnit, of course it had to be Lilly. The one girl who Lando was for sure certain was desperate for him. "Sorry?" you said, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You hadn't been listening to a word she was saying, so you had to do a double take now that she was suddenly talking about Lando. 

"You spent the weekend with Lando, no? Since he's your boyfriend and all, I assumed what I heard was true," she said, her voice laced with a sickly sweet venom. The jealousy she felt was obvious, and it did give you a slightly masochistic sense of satisfaction. 

"No," you curtly answered with a small shake of the head, before returning to answering the questions by yourself. Lando couldn't see Lilly's face since she was looking at you, with her blinding mop of bleached blonde hair being the only thing he could see. 

"What? So it's not true?" she pressed, clearly looking for a reaction that you weren't willing to give her. 

"No, no it's not," you declined again, your leg bouncing up and down nervously. Lando grinned to himself, proud of you for sticking up for yourself and not giving in. He just hoped you had the willpower to carry on being as strong as you were, since he knew how sensitive you were at the minute.

"So the two of you didn't spend this weekend, practically locked in his parent's house by the lake while the bed was creaking-" 

"Right that's enough." you said, your voice firm and leaving no room for disagreement. Lilly looked a tiny bit shook by your defiance, but Lando was sat there, wide-eyed. He never told anyone about the house by the lake apart from Max, and the likelihood of him telling Lilly of all people was slim to none. 

But he was more taken aback and impressed by your steadfastness. He had expected you to be in tears by this point, but it was a more than pleasant surprise. He still couldn't see Lilly's face, but he could imagine the annoying pout as her lips were pursed together.

"I don't know who you heard that from, but that is complete and utter bullshit. I spent my weekend at home. As for Lando? I couldn't really give a shit, but he wasn't with me. Much to your dismay, he wasn't with you either,"  you carried on, and your conversation had pricked up some of your class' listening ears. 

Lilly looked like you had just slapped her, her mouth agape and eyes wide as she looked at you. "I... you..." she stuttered, unsure of how to respond. As much as Lando was glad that you were sticking up for yourself, he was also feeling a slight stabbing pain in his chest. 

You 'couldn't really give a shit'. The worst part was that he couldn't tell if you meant it or not. He doubted that you did, but there was always the small question of what if? What if you had meant it?

If he was being honest, the thought of you not caring scared the life out of him. It wasn't something that he wanted to believe, not at all. He knew that the two of you weren't on the best terms, not by either of your faults but you still weren't friends, yet that didn't warrant you not caring at all, right?

The one person whose opinion he idolised, the one person who he wanted to see everyday, the one person who he could be himself around didn't care. It simply didn't register in his mind that that was even possible. 

By the time Lando had snapped out of his thoughts, the teacher had resumed his lesson and you and Lilly were sat in silence, a scowl still plastered on her face. The rest of the lesson wasn't focused on biology, at least not for Lando. 

Both of you left as quickly as you could and went to your favourite respective places to spend your break times. Lando didn't know where you'd be this time, since you moved just about every five minutes. 

He knew that your little outburst would get back to his friends by the end of the break, and he didn't want to be there when they inevitably found out. He couldn't figure out what they'd say to him or how they'd react, but he knew there would be more teasing. 

He was upset enough as it was, and he didn't need them to make it worse. Lando stayed away from the canteen, just aimlessly wandering through the near-empty halls. As he approached the lockers on his third lap of the school, his ears picked up the sounds of a familiar voice. 

"You think you're so special, don't you?" she said, and he could have sworn that all he could see was red. Lilly. And there was no doubts in his mind over who she was talking to.

"I bet you're loving all of this attention, aren't you? You probably started these rumours yourself, didn't you?" Lilly carried on, Lando staying behind the wall while he listened to her onslaught. He hadn't seen you, but he could picture the look on your face. 

"Why the hell would I make up such awful things about myself? I'm not an attention seeker like you, I don't want this happening," you retorted, a smirk growing on Lando's face as he heard you. He was glad you weren't running off and crying anymore, but he assumed you were bottling it all up as a way of coping. 

"Please, you're just annoyed that Lando would never actually date you, aren't you?" she said, and you were both gobsmacked. You knew that that was why she was getting pissy with you, but you didn't think she'd spell it out point blank. 

"What, like he'd date you either?" you shot back, stunning Lilly into silence. Initially, she was right to assume that her saying all of these things would reduce you to tears, but today you had built a shell around you - one that almost seemed impenetrable. 

But, hidden beneath the tough exterior and firm words, Lando could hear the faintest of a wobble in your voice. Lilly wouldn't pick up on it, but he had. Maybe it was just because he knew you so well already, or maybe it was just because he liked you so damn much that he noticed all of the tiniest little things about you. 

"Please, I think anyone would rather date me over you," she said after a few moments, the come back taking longer for her to think up than she would have liked.  You nearly laughed in her face, nearly told her what a massive bitch she was and how most people would rather be dead than date her. 

However, someone swooped in. "I know I wouldn't."

"Oh, hey Lando, we were just talking about you," Lilly instantly stepped in, her voice suddenly turning nauseatingly sacchariferous. She stepped closer to him, batting her false eyelashes at him as if it would put him under her spell. 

"Yeah, I heard." he said, his voice betraying none of his emotions. Lilly could tell that something was up with him, but she chose to ignore it and carry on trying to woo him. 

"I was just saying how-"

"I heard it. And I don't think you have any right to say any of that about Y/N. She is a much better person than you, and you're stupid to think she'd make those rumours about us. That's something you'd do. Also, I'll reiterate. I would rather date her than you any day of the week." he said, not missing a beat between sentences.

Lilly stayed quiet, that familiar scowl finding its place back on her face. "Fine, yeah, whatever," she scoffed, rolling her eyes as she stormed away from you. 

You let out a breath that you hadn't realised you had been holding, finally feeling the weight of the day pressing down on you. You had done so well to keep it all bottled up as you stood up for yourself, but now it felt like the adrenaline had worn off and your resolve was crumbling. 

Once she had gone, Lando turned to you and saw the tears in your eyes. "Hey, no, don't..." he softly said, approaching you. He was unsure whether he was allowed to hug you or touch you or if he was supposed to just leave you alone to cry. 

He contemplated it, but he couldn't force himself to walk away. You had let all of the fear and the upset of the weekend and the past couple of hours to build up, and now it was finally too heavy for you to hold up. 

"Can I... can I please just..." he started, not knowing how to ask the question. He didn't want to outright ask if he could hold you, but he didn't know what else to say. Instead, he hovered his arms awkwardly around you as if he was gesturing at hugging you. 

"Mhm," you hummed, your arms going around his neck as his wrapped around your waist. It was nice to be close to you again, to have you again. He also felt a rush of affection. He didn't know how long to hold the hug, how tightly to hold you, where to put his head. 

Did he rest it on top of yours? Bury it in the crook of your neck? Just... keep it there? 

Despite his inner turmoil, his instincts took his hand up the the back of your head, fingers tangling in the strands of hair. "Please don't cry, c'mon, it's OK," he mumbled, hating the way you shook with silent sobs in his arms. 

He knew you had kept your emotions all bundled up inside all day, but he couldn't handle you being so upset. "I'm sorry..." you mumbled, but he couldn't make out the words as they were muffled by his chest. 

"Hm? What did you say?" he gently asked, looking down at you as you looked up at him. It had just dawned on him how close you were, and how easy it would be just to lean down and kiss you like he- no, no. Not the time. Not yet, at least. 

"I said I'm sorry," you repeated, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. 

"Sorry for what?"

"I'm sorry for... avoiding you, not being your friend, being a complete and utter bitch to you, and-" you started to ramble, more tears falling from your eyes. 

"Hey, no, no, I won't hear it. None of this is your fault, absolutely none of it. OK?" he reassured you, needing you to know that you hadn't done anything wrong. All you did was nod, before hugging him tighter and resting your head back on his chest. 

His white button up was slightly see through with tears, but he'd be able to hide it with his blazer no problem. "Shh, please don't cry," he carried on trying to soothe you, his mind going through thousands of other things he wanted to say.

'You're too pretty to cry...' was the first thing that came to the forefront of his brain, but that was too much too soon. He felt your shudders against him stilling as you opted to just stand there in his embrace. He wasn't complaining, he would stay like that for as long as you'd let him.   

From down the hall, he could hear the faint pattering of footsteps. Lando didn't want to say anything, he just wanted to let them walk by and they'd likely ignore the two of you. Once you heard it too, you pushed back from him so that there was a sizeable gap between you both. 

He was disappointed, to say the least, but he understood your trepidation. It was a good job that you had stepped away, since the person that walked by was one of Lilly's friends. She was probably already floating around, spreading as many lies as her single-celled brain could muster. 

"I'll... see you later, yeah?" you weakly smiled, checking the time and seeing that it was nearly time for your next class. 

"Yeah, course. You getting the bus or do you need a ride?" he asked, confident that his mum would happily pick you up down the road and take you home. 

"A ride would be nice," you nodded, and he was slightly taken aback by the fact that you hadn't argued with him. You were as stubborn as the day was long, but he was happy you had relented  quickly on this occasion. 

"You just start walking home and we'll find you somewhere along the road," he told you and you nodded. 

"Sounds good," you lightly chuckled, the sound welcome to his ears. He hadn't heard any semblance of a laugh from you in nearly a week, and he was unbelievably grateful that he had gotten to hear it again. 

"See ya," he smiled as you walked away, a wave of contentedness washing over him. Even if it has come as a result of some of the toughest days of both your life and his, he had gotten to hug you. To actually hug you, to touch you more than your fingers just brushing together when you handed something to each other. 

It was what he had wanted, and he had finally gotten it. The price was hefty, but he had gotten it nonetheless. Now, he was counting down the seconds until he'd get to drive you home, spend more time with you, talk to you again.      

The rest of the day wasn't actually too bad. Just the odd comment or two, but it was nothing compared to what the pair of you had been getting over the past few days. Lando actually found a few of them quite funny, when he thought about it. 

"Hey Norris, your girlfriend is feisty, eh? Bet that makes her fun for you," one of the boys in your year said, as if it was meant to hurt or upset him. Instead he just laughed, shaking his head. 

"Feisty? Very," was all he could get out before walking away to get to his next lesson. Lando had never been so prudent with getting to his lessons, but he found that it was the best way to spend his time. 

Hour after hour went by, and before he knew it, Lando was practically running out of the front doors of the school and towards his mum's car. She was parked in the same spot that she always was, and he hopped in the back in preparation for you to get in too. 

"Why are you sitting back there?" she asked, looking at him in the rear view mirror. 

"We're picking Y/N up down the road," he said, leaning over the center console to turn on the heated seats on your side, as well as leaving his jumper from the day on your seat. He had found the one that you had returned to him in his locker, but he wanted you to have the one he had already worn.

There was something strangely intimate about you wearing his jumpers as a source of warmth and comfort, but he wasn't opposed to it. He knew that a lot of girls stole their boyfriend's hoodies, but this wasn't quite that scenario.

He wanted it to be, there was no doubt about that, but this made him feel like you two were a few steps closer to that. You were always happy to wear his jumpers, but he sometimes wished you wouldn't return then just so that he could ask for them back. Not that he wanted them back. If you wanted them, they were all yours. 

"Oh are we now?" she smirked, finding her son's actions towards you as endearing as hell. He was shaping up to be the boy she wanted to raise, and she was so proud of him. She could tell his crush on you was definitely developing, and the distance between you clearly made him want you more. 

"Yeah, we are," he said, leaving no room for her to say no. Well, she wouldn't have said no since it was cold and she didn't want you walking such a distance in such cold temperatures. 

"Does she know we're taking her home or have you just decided?"

"I asked if she wanted a ride and she said yes, so we're picking her up," he reiterated, plugging his seat belt into the socket and getting comfortable against the leather of the seats. 

"OK, OK," she chuckled, shaking her head. Igniting the engine, Lando's mum pulled away from her parking spot and started driving down the road, looking out for you. As she glanced at the rear-view mirror, she could see Lando's eyes glued to the window, searching for you on the pavement. 

She knew he had seen him by the way his eyes lit up and a small smile crept its way across his lips. Pulling up on the pavement, she rolled the passenger side window down as she called out to you. "Your chauffeur awaits," 

Clambering in the passenger side, you saw Lando's jumper on your chair, instantly taking your blazer off and replacing it with the garment. It was so much warmer than your coat, and you felt so much more comfortable in it too. 

You didn't fail to notice the heat that emanated from the seat as well, the added care making butterflies spark in your stomach. "You really don't have to go to the effort of picking me up, you know." you said, feeling slightly bad that she was going out of her way to take you home. 

"Well it was Lando's idea. He just told me we were picking you up and here we are," she told you, and you could sense the blush that coated Lando's cheeks. 

"Mum c'mon, don't..." he mumbled, crossing his arms and avoiding her gaze in the mirror. He had a slight pout on his face, and it reminded her of when he didn't get what he wanted when he was little. He was always adorable. 

You just giggled at him, and it was music to his ears. Seeing you warm and cozy in his hoodie was definitely something he wanted more of, and he wasn't sure how much more waiting he could do before he cracked and acted on his impulses. 

Yet, he didn't know what he'd do if you rejected him, or said you just wanted to be friends. He never wanted to be just friends with you, he wanted it all with you. He wanted you to be his first real girlfriend, the one you can never really forget. 

And he could only hope that you wanted the same from him. His gut feeling told him that it was obvious that you were feeling the same. Why else would you hug him, accept a ride home from him, wear his jumpers?   

He didn't care, all he did care about was the fact that his heart was dead set on the notion that you did like him back, but his head was throwing doubts at him. 

After a short drive and light conversation, you pulled up outside of your house. Instead of his mum this time, Lando wanted to be the one who walked you to your door. Getting out of his seat and taking a few steps forward to your door, he opened it forward and stood to the side. 

Grabbing your bag out of the footwell, Lando carried it to your front door as you walked together. "Do you think we could go to the library tomorrow at second break? I tried to use the textbook to do the biology, but I really couldn't understand. Plus, I think my knowledge of female anatomy could really be helped out by you," he joked, and it was refreshing to see a bit of Lando's regular cheek coming to the fore. 

If someone else had made the comment, you would've been pissed off, maybe a little upset. But not when it was Lando. His usual sense of humor was coming back, and it was like things were slowly returning back to normal. 

"I think the textbook is a better help on that subject than I am," you countered, and Lando just smirked at you. 

"Probably, but I'm much more of a hands-on learner. I'd like to have the real thing in front of me, you know?" he quipped, and you couldn't help but laugh at him. Now this was how things were meant to be. Just you two, laughing and enjoying being in each other's company. 

"Sure," you agreed. Well, not to the hands on learning, just to teaching him the stuff he didn't understand. Your way of explaining things was good for Lando, it made him understand it a lot better than the teachers could. 

"Can I get a hug before I go?" he tentatively asked, his brain working overtime to try and think of a joke to play it off in case you said no.

"Course you can," you said, your arms finding their place back around his neck as you leant into him. Just the feeling of you in his arms was enough to get his heart racing, and he felt the ever similar urge to just lean down and kiss you. 

A soft smile found its way onto his mum's face - who was watching on from the car. Seeing the both of you so miserable was dreadful, so now seeing you making up and going back to the ordinary was more than enough for her. 

There was no missing the fond, soft look in her son's eyes. It was nothing but pure affection and admiration, and it was clear how much he cared for you. She had never seen such adoration from him, and she should have guessed that it'd be you. 

From the first time your name had ever slipped past his lips, she should've known just by the way he spoke about you. And now, there you were. The two of you, as you were meant to be. 

You and Lando bade each other farewell, and he waited until you were safely inside the confines of your own home before walking back to his mum's car and getting in the passenger seat. "You two seem to have made up," she said, a slightly teasing tone to her voice. 

"Yeah, something like that," he agreed, knowing it was more than that. Or so he hoped. If only he knew that things weren't that simple, that the rose tinted glasses would be ripped from his face just as quickly as they had been put there. 

A/N - Hello lovely people! Chipping away at all the stuff I have half finished, which is part 2 to Hotel Girl, the requested part 2 of Ceilings, a little old Charlos thing, a Lando thing and Max's birthday special! I have to do one for old Maxie since we have the same birthday so we can roll our birthday specials into one. Have a great night, love y'all! 💖

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Touya Todoroki: Childhood Friends

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❥ Dabi as your childhood friend would have been your first bully back in K-12. (mostly K-8th. he mellowed out in hs).

❥ probably pulled your hair during recess, made fun of you when you cried, followed you around, called you names. a big fucking meanie.

❥ in middle and high school, got pulled out of class a lot. ditched damn near any period he could get away with. sometimes dragged you along.

❥ as you both got older and closer, he’d end up crashing at your place and vice versa when he didn’t want to be around his crowd.

❥ hated talking about his family.

❥ still an asshole in high school, but you’re both glued to the hip.

❥ he damn near scares off every guy you talk to so dating is impossible.

❥ goes through your diary when you aren’t there and uses it to tease you later, especially if any of the entries are about him.

❥ the only thing that manages to convince him to get his diploma and not flunk all his classes is you tutoring him.

❥ senior year, you’re both about to graduate. dabi just needs to pass his last math class to be able to walk the stage and you agree to help obviously. bonus: dabi pretending he ain’t staring at your tits instead of the damn textbooks.

❥ yes he smokes, and yes, you hate it.

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sub!steve , eddie, or jonathan you choose they’re all adorable, but PLS best friend!character thats also kinda pervy and obsessed but not overly? like maybe you wear a short skirt or something else revealing and you notice they’re kinda 😵‍💫 and help them?? change anything you want though ofc

I decided to write this for Jonathan since he's literally the perviest man alive

Heatwave (J.B.)

There's a heatwave in Hawkins so you decide to wear a skirt for a change. Little do you know it's going to drive Jonathan absolutely insane.

Word Count: 2,536

EXPLICIT CONTENT MINORS DNI!!

Warnings: bestfriend!Jonathan, perv!sub!Jonathan, fem!dom!reader, smut, unprotected sex, outdoor sex, swearing

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Everyday I thank the Duffers for making this man a little perv

Your hair blew around your face as the cold wind beat in the open window of Jonathan’s car. It was the middle of a heatwave in Hawkins and you were feeling its effects. So much so that you had decided to wear a skirt to school that day. Your outfits were usually low effort and extremely casual, but that day you couldn’t bear to wear pants.

So, you decided, since you were wearing a skirt, that you’d make the effort to wear something nicer to school. After throwing clothes all over your room and trying on countless different tops, you’d finally gone with a red and black tennis skirt with fishnets, a black vest top, and a studded belt. Not exactly appropriate for school but you thought you’d get away with it since no one ever noticed you anyway.

But Jonathan noticed. He’d noticed the minute you came out of your house that morning and got into his car. He’d noticed the way the skirt rode up when you sat down. He’d noticed the fishnets clinging to your thighs and how your skin bulged out between each string. He’d noticed…

“Jonathan!” you shouted, practically punching him on the shoulder.

“What?” he said, snapping out of his daze.

“Are you kidding me? You just ran a red light,” you accused him.

“Oh shit, really?” He suddenly realised he’d been thinking about your thighs rather than looking at the road. “Sorry, I was just distracted.”

“Well, focus,” you said, your heart still pounding from Jonathan’s illegal driving. “I’d rather not die today.”

You eventually made it to school with no more near death experiences.

First period math in a boiling hot classroom was not an enjoyable start to your day. Even your teacher was struggling and had resorted to telling you all to do some equations while she fanned herself with a textbook.

“Miss Y/L/N, could you please open that window back there,” the teacher said before you began writing.

You nodded, glad of the suggestion and reached for the window latch. But, of course, it was one of those windows that is literally right at the top of the wall and almost impossible for any average human to reach. You stood on your tip-toes and somehow managed to grab onto the latch and pull it open.

Little did you know that, while you were reaching, your skirt had slid up the back of your leg, revealing most of your thighs. While, the rest of the class had their heads in their books, Jonathan’s eyes were fixed on you. His leg began to bounce rapidly as he started to feel the blood rush to his crotch.

He stared shamefully at your ass, imagining what your thighs would look like perched on top of him with his fingers digging into your skin and your hand around his…

He quickly buried his head in his book when he saw you turn around. He glanced up again, just for a second to find you looking back at him. You smiled at him but you were worried. There was something off about him that day. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but something was definitely bothering him.

“Are you ok?” you were finally able to ask Jonathan at lunch. You were sitting alone on a wall outside the school building. It was more peaceful than the bustling cafeteria. And there was less chance of getting picked on by the jocks.

“What do you mean?” Jonathan said, looking up from his sandwich. He had his schoolbag on his lap for some reason. You were confused as to why but didn’t question it.

“I mean, you’ve been acting really weird today,” you explained.

“I always act weird,” Jonathan mumbled.

“Ok then, weirder than normal,��� you sighed exhaustedly. “J, I’m your best friend. Please tell me.”

You innocently placed your hand on Jonathan’s arm and noticed him grip the bag closer to his body. That made you a little suspicious.

“It’s nothing,” he said defensively.

You were about to question him further when the bell rang. Jonathan practically leapt up and said, “Sorry, I’ll talk to you later,” before speeding off.

You were itching to know what the hell was going on with Jonathan and last period couldn’t come fast enough. He was already sitting at his desk when you walked in. When he saw you enter his eyes immediately averted to look out the window. You sat at the desk in front of him and tried your best not to think about him. You’d give him a proper interrogation in the car.

Your last class was English and, unfortunately, the teacher wanted all the students to read out part of the homework you’d been working on. After hearing countless dull essays from tired students, the teacher finally said, “Y/N, please stand and read the first page of your assignment.”

You did as she commanded and began to recite the start of your essay. If you’d asked Jonathan what it was about, he would’ve been stumped. Because here he was, once again, stuck in class, staring at your ass. And this time, there was no way to hide it.

He cursed you for choosing to sit right in front of him. And he cursed the teacher for making you stand up. He tried to listen to your essay but the words blurred into one as an image formed in his mind. If he wasn’t resting his chin on his hand his mouth would’ve been agape as he pictured himself running his hands up and down the soft skin of your thighs as you rode him, softly mumbling his name.

But your weren’t mumbling anymore. You were shouting. “Jonathan!” And you didn’t sound like you. You sounded like an old woman.

“Mr Byers! Pay attention and stand up this instant!” the teacher demanded.

This time his jaw did drop as he realised it was now his turn to read his essay and he’d been zoned out for the past five minutes thinking of you.

You turned around to face him as he got up to speak. His face was bright red. He cleared his throat before beginning to read his essay. You looked up at him from your seat in an attempt to reassure him. While listening to his surprisingly well written essay your eyes dropped for a second. Just a second. But it was long enough to confirm your suspicions.

You lifted your eyes back up to Jonathan’s face, trying to ignore the bulge in his black pants. Thank God he was at the back of the class in a dark corner where hopefully no one else would see. When he sat back down you turned around in your seat again, suddenly unable to look him in the eye.

The class sprang out of their seats when, at last, the final bell rang. You and Jonathan left the classroom in silence. As you walked down the busy corridor your mind was racing. You had to address the situation, right? But how? By the time you reached Jonathan’s car you had a plan.

“Give me the keys,” you ordered him, standing in front of the driver side door.

“What? Why?” Jonathan replied, confused.

“We’re going somewhere,” you answered vaguely.

Jonathan gave you a sceptical look but slowly handed over the keys.

There was little conversation as you drove Jonathan where you wanted to go. The closer you got to your destination, the more confused he got.

“Are we going to my house?” he asked.

“Not quite,” you responded.

You parked the car at the edge of the forest that surrounded the Byers’ house and gave Jonathan the nod to get out of the car.

“Oh,” Jonathan sighed in relief when he realised where you were taking him. It was a place you’d discovered a long time ago and now used as a place to hang out. A misshapen tree that bent over to form a perfect little bench. The leaf covered branches of the tree hung down, creating a dome over the bench. It was like your own personal little haven where you and Jonathan would come when you wanted to get away from the bullies of Hawkins.

“Why are we here?” Jonathan questioned you when you reached the tree.

You didn’t say anything until you were both sat on its crusting bark.

“Because we need to talk,” you replied, your expression turning serious as you stared deep into Jonathan’s eyes. He shifted his legs nervously, the close proximity between your face and his causing his pants to swell for the fourth time that day.

“Don’t try to hide it,” you said.

“Hide what?”

“You know what,” you whispered, raising your eyebrow.

Jonathan swallowed hard. He didn’t know what to say.

“I assume this is why you’ve been acting weird all day,” you said.

He nodded. “I’m sorry. I can’t help it,” he said shakily. “I don’t know why this is happening.”

“I do.” You grabbed Jonathan’s hand and placed it on your thigh. “It’s because of this. It’s because you’ve never seen me wear anything other than jeans. It’s because you haven’t been able to stop staring at my ass all day.”

Jonathan let out a quivering breath.

“I didn’t know my best friend was a little pervert,” you smirked.

“I’m sorry,” Jonathan repeated.

“No, J, it’s ok,” you assured him. “I’m trying to tell you that I don’t mind. You’re a guy. These things happen.”

“It’s just, you’ve never worn something like that before. I’m s-,”

“If you apologise one more time I’m leaving,” you said, covering Jonathan’s mouth with your hand.

You were silent for a few seconds, staring into each other’s eyes. Then, you moved your hand down from Jonathan’s lips so you were holding his chin between your finger and thumb. You pulled his face forward, forcing your lips to connect. Jonathan didn’t even flinch when you kissed him. Immediately he melted into your body and begged your mouth to open with his tongue.

But you didn’t grant him access just yet. You pulled your lips away and rested your forehead on his.

“You want some help with this?” you mumbled, placing your hand on his inner thigh.

Jonathan nodded eagerly and started to pull you on top of him.

“Ok, slow down,” you chuckled. You got up from the tree branch and were about to pull off your fishnets when Jonathan stopped you.

“No,” he said quietly, grabbing your hand. “Can you keep them on please?”

“Shit, you really are a little creep, aren’t you?” you smirked.

Jonathan’s face flushed as he fumbled with his belt. He almost sobbed when his dick was finally released from his tight pants.

You got on his lap, knees on either side of his thighs, and hovered above his dick.

“You must be so desperate if you’ve been like this all day,” you said, running you hand through his hair. He let out a quiet whimper in response.

“You sure you want me to help you with this?”

“Yes, yes please,” Jonathan whispered, wrapping his hands around your waist.

You pulled your fishnets and underwear to the side. Jonathan let out a loud moan as you guided him inside you.

“Shh, J,” you hushed him. “We may be in the middle of nowhere but sound travels.”

“Sorry,” Jonathan mumbled.

“And what did I say about apologising?”

This time he stayed quiet.

Your thrusts were slow and deep. Jonathan’s fingers dug into your sides as he willed you to pick up your pace.

“Faster, please,” he begged.

So, instead, you stopped. You sat on his dick, taking all of it inside you. Jonathan whined at the lack of movement. You ignored him.

“You know, it’s really misogynistic of you to only find me attractive when you can look up my skirt,” you said, wanting to watch him squirm for just a bit longer.

“I find you attractive all the time,” Jonathan replied, his eyes shut in concentration.

“Well, you’re not getting a boner every day, so obviously you don’t.”

“Do you have any idea how difficult it is to look at you every fucking day and not get hard,” Jonathan explained. “The only thing that keeps me going is the fact that when I go home I can…”

Jonathan stopped, realising he had revealed too much.

“You can what?” you asked.

“Nothing,” he said quietly.

“Jonathan,” you said more sternly, staring daggers into his eyes. “You can what?”

Jonathan started to speak but he was too quiet.

“Speak up or I’m leaving you out here and you can sort out your little situation by yourself.”

That was one thing Jonathan didn’t want, so he raised his voice.

“I have photos of you,” he began. “And I, uh-,”

“Wait, photos? What photos?” you demanded.

“Nothing creepy, I swear.” You couldn’t tell if Jonathan’s face was red with embarrassment or the heat. “It’s photos that you let me take of you for art class last year.”

“Ok,” you said. You could feel him twitching. “And what do you do with these photos?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

He looked up at you with pleading eyes. You felt his breathing get faster.

“You don’t wanna know,” he finally said.

“Oh, I think I do,” you smiled, beginning to roll your hips back and forth again just thinking about it.

Just that slight movement set Jonathan off again. He couldn’t stop the grunts and whimpers escaping his lips. You thought if you couldn’t stop him from making noise, you could at least muffle it.

You pressed your lips against his again, this time allowing your tongues to intertwine.

“Y/N,” Jonathan groaned desperately into your open mouth.

He was practically ripping your shirt with his hands so you started to increase your speed. Now you were kissing him to hold back your own moans, as well as his.

You reached up to grab one of the tree branches behind Jonathan’s head as you started to feel your stomach tighten.

“Do you want to cum, J?” you asked, pulling away from his lips.

“Yes, so bad,” he whined. “Please, can I?”

You nodded and almost immediately you felt Jonathan spill out inside you. He threw his head back and moaned your name louder than before. But you were too tied up in your own high to tell him to be quiet.

When you eventually stopped your movements the two of you were out of breath and sweating. The sun was beating down on you through the trees, wiping any energy you had left.

You climbed off Jonathan’s lap, adjusted your underwear and sat back down on the tree branch. Jonathan’s hands shook violently as he attempted to do up his pants.

You both sat, staring up at the sky, neither one of your daring to speak. Until Jonathan broke the silence.

“Is this going to be really awkward now?” he asked timidly.

“I don’t see why it should be,” you responded, turning to face him.

A small smile spread across Jonathan’s face. “So we’re still good for movie night on Friday then,” he said.

“Uh-huh,” you replied, squeezing his leg. “I’ll even wear a skirt if you want.”

[au-drayton-shenanigans]

//(warning for unreality. this blog posts like it's from another world. ask for other tags. darkness is also common here) pinned post last updated: 11/24/2024

Hello rotomblr! It's the Drayster here, but my friends who are other Draytons call me cloak guy! We're all technically named Drayton, except for two of us. We use nicknames to be less confusing. Ever wonder what kind of chaos would come from multiple Draytons existing near each other? Well wonder no more! We're in the "dimension travel is an everyday technology" part of the multiverse!

Right now, there are 8 of us including myself. We will make ourselves known by emojis. Here's a quick list!

-🦉Cloak guy.

-🦊Beast.

-🦇Bat.

-🐛Wizard.

-🐀Voidray

-🐟Fish

-💜Drayka

-🎃Nightmare

//More info about the au Draytons and some other stuff under the keep reading. their personalities don't always align with canon. //This is a multi-muse blog. If you don't specify who an ask is for, I am most likely going to default to cloak guy //mun has poor social skills and is tired a lot. I'm trying my best so please be patient with me and let me know gently if i do something wrong. I like using pink text for describing actions. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Some info: Pelipper mail and the rest of the typical rotomblr stuff such as magic anon and musharna mail, and more is allowed. Go wild. But keep in mind I have the right to not answer things I don't like. Mun is super chill though. Haven't deleted any yet! Will interact with any type of blog. Fallers, sapient pokemon, etc. No asks relating to private parts or sexual intercourse please!

There are summaries of the au Draytons lower in this post, but I have a google doc with more detailed info on them.(https://docs.google.com/document/d/11mhs4SmrGA_7B4OI8gOK1dh1KStY15JW9ZSXN9YKBXM/edit?usp=sharing) When I get more Draytons, they'll be listed there too. Whatever isn't revealed in my google doc has to be slowly revealed by activity. Unlockable content in a video game from talking with the characters.

Technically most of them are all still named Drayton, but since they all hang out with each other in whatever universe they happen to go to, they have nicknames for each other. I might also have other characters show up occasionally. They will be represented by the same emojis as the Draytons depending on whose universe they're from.

Teehee funny whiteboard drawing.

Cloak guy 🦉(image) Unpredictable and mischievous, though he has a strong sense of justice. He tries to keep any helpfulness secret if he can. He has his reputation as a horrible monster to uphold after all. He has plenty of enemies he intentionally made around the multiverse and sometimes he has another scar that wasn't there before. Doesn't know how to shut up sometimes. Commonly subjects people to his long-winded "nonsense rants" in which he noisily gives a speech without planning any of the words beforehand to hear what ends up coming out for his own amusement.

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Beast 🦊(image) Very chill, extremely friendly. Nearly impossible to upset him at all. Possibly numb to emotions. Maybe. Rarely does his face show anything but a blank stare. Thinks math is fun (ew) and has a photographic memory to a seemingly impossible degree.

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Bat 🦇 (image) An apocalypse almost-survivor who has died at least once yet lives on because cloak guy did something. Bat is basically a vampire but not really. Anything other than blood, bones, or raw flesh are toxic to him. He feels guilty that he has to eat at the expense of others. There are folks who care about him and offer their wrist for him to get a small drink from but if he's in one of his moods, he'll even refuse that. He is married and has children.

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Wizard 🐛(image) Snobby rich high elf who's at the top of his class in magic school even though he's doing nothing just because he has a rare and powerful form of magic with various unique abilities. One of those abilities lets him freely shapeshift and his favorite transformation is a giant centipede.

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Voidray���(image) Voidray is his real name instead of a nickname. A tiny weak imp with too much anger for his size. Imagine something like a really vicious chihuahua dog. He has venom he can inject using either his claws or his teeth. Can temporarily turn into an ink creature to become stronger and to match the size of the average Drayton.

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Fish🐟(image) A merman who's playful and mischievous, but he means well. He's often seen napping in the water, either floating at the surface or curled up on the floor of whatever body of water he's in.

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Drayka💜(image) A girl version of Drayton. Drayka is her real name and not a nickname. Out of all the au Draytons here she is probably the closest to canon Drayton in terms of behavior. Although she can easily be influenced by cloak guy's chaos and is likely to join in, she's pretty normal. The only one here who can't use magic.

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Nightmare 🎃(image)<-blood warning on that. An isekai victim who went through the horrors. Now known as the sovereign of nightmares and lives in a universe where "nightmare type" pokemon are a thing. He is dead in his old universe and lives on in another, supernaturally locked from going home. But whether or not he's actually alive is a mystery.

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[invisibleraven]

No me dejes la lengua atada

Reggie is in danger of failing Spanish, so his teacher assigns him a tutor. Unfortunately, Julie Molina hates his guts.

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For my darling @daintyduck99!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASH! I got this vision of Julie teaching Reggie Spanish and it would not stop pestering me until I wrote it, and I knew you would enjoy it. The enemies to lovers stuff is very short, but it was a fun little twist and a trope I've never attempted before, so I hope I did it justice! Confession: I do not speak a word of Spanish, so Google Translate was my friend here. As usual, the Spanish is in italics, but a lot of it is written in English in {{brackets like this}} and implied to be Spanish so you don't have to suffer through translating half the story.

“Mr. Peters?”

“Yes Señora?”

“My desk please.”

Reggie let his head fall and sighed to himself. Being called to the teacher’s desk was never a good thing. Even when the teacher liked him, like Señora Torres did. He received a consoling shoulder pat from a few people in the class as they filed out, but none of them would offer to stay-they weren’t close like that. Curses his true friends being in other classes right now when he needs their support. He stood slowly, almost dragging himself to the front of the class, hearing the funeral dirge in his mind.

“I’ll be frank Mr. Peters,” she says in that no nonsense voice of hers, “You are in grave danger of failing my class.”

Reggie hangs his head in shame once more, but it’s not like this is news to him. Languages had never come easy to him, and unfortunately they were also a required class which meant his grade point average took a dive. He was supposed to have taken French this semester, which would have been fine with Luke to help him since the guy was a step away from fluency. But the only French class was in the same slot as his advanced Math and well Regie wasn’t giving up a class he was actually good at to plod through a language he could stumble his way through. So remedial Spanish it was.

“I know,” he replied, sure his voice sounded just a touch sullen.

“You are also aware that you need the language credit to graduate correct?”

Reggie nodded mutely, he was well aware of the fact, yes. It hung over him daily that he might be held back because of fucking Spanish. He knew he’d catch hell from his dad if he didn’t graduate, a GED wasn’t good enough, and no Peters had ever been held back or had to do summer school, so Reggie had better not be the first. “What can I do?”

Señora hummed, tapping her lips with her pen-the dreaded red one that haunted Reggie’s nightmares. Look, he was actually a pretty decent student otherwise, and the school had been really good about making accommodations for his ADHD, but there was little they could do when it came to languages. So that red pen that made his Spanish work look like the victim of a bloody conflict was no friend.

“I can assign you a tutor,” she finally said. “Give you a few extra credit quizzes, and if I see a marked improvement by near the end of the term, you can probably pull out of this course with a passing grade.”

Reggie felt relief at that, a chance was better than nothing. Sure it would be nigh impossible to fit tutoring into his already busy schedule, but if it meant giving up one D&D session per week to graduate, he’d do it. “That sounds great, do you have someone in mind?”

The teacher smiled. “I have a student who helps out a few days a week. She's a native Spanish speaker, so she’s probably the best option. I’ll have her touch base with you.”

“Thank you! Um I mean… gracias!” Reggie exclaimed, receiving a kind smile from her as he gathered his stuff, and went to the door, graciously accepting the hall pass she gave him, though he was only missing study hall. “Who is the student by the way?”

“Julie Molina.”

Fuck.

Reggie gave the teacher a weak smile and rushed off, and eventually found himself slumped over a study caddy groaning quietly. Why of every student at Los Feliz did he have to be paired with Julie Molina of all people?

Julie who was beauty personified, with the sweetest personality to match and a voice like an angel. Julie Molina who Reggie had been crushing on since seeing her perform in front of the whole school at the pep rally last year.

Julie Molina who utterly hated his guts.

To this day, he had no idea what he had done to earn her ire. Reggie could count one one hand the number of times he had spoken to Julie, and they were always small greetings or simple questions. Yet every time she glared at him with eyes so frigid it gave him chills, and her answers were always clipped and frosty. He really didn’t get it, or why her seeming hatred of him didn’t kill his burgeoning affection at any point.

He’s sure if he ever talked about it with the guidance counselor Dr. Butler, she would have a field day, but he’s been kind of therapy phobic since the last time his folks saw a marriage counselor and it only made things worse.

But he knew without a doubt that the second Julie heard it was him she was supposed to tutor she would downright refuse and he could kiss a passing mark-and his chance to graduate-goodbye.

Only the next day when Señora called him to her desk, she told him Julie would be waiting for him after school in the library.

“D-did you tell her it was me that she was going to tutor?” he stuttered.

“No,” the teacher said, narrowing her eyes. “Should I have? Because if you plan on being cruel to Julie, I can just as easily get her to rescind her help.”

“No! Nothing like that!” Reggie protested. “It’s just she’s never been exactly civil to me.”

“I find that very hard to believe Mr. Peters, but I assure you that Julie will be professional or you can come to me and I’ll find you another tutor. Just… give her a chance,” Señora said. “She’s had a hard year.”

Reggie knew that, everyone knew that. Knew about Julie’s mom and how it made her stop singing. How she lost her spot in the music program as a result. And gained it back with that pep rally performance, and now was the program's star.

She would be the one to make it, the one to be selling out stadiums and have a mansion filled with platinum records before their ten year reunion. Everyone knew that too.

Reggie nodded and shuffled off to his desk next class, dreading the end of the day, and hoping Señora Torres was right and Julie wouldn’t storm off after finding out it was him she was stuck tutoring.

Three thirty came before he knew it though, like the afternoon had flown by, and Reggie wasn’t sure he absorbed a single iota of data from his afternoon classes. He trudged to the library, and sucked in a breath as he entered, blowing it out-or feeling like it was knocked from him as he spotted Julie. She was seated by the window, sunlight streaming in and making her glow golden. She had her glasses slipping down her nose as she read a book, a tiny private smile on her lips.

And Reggie’s traitorous heart leapt in his chest.

He gripped the strap of his book bag tighter and approached the table. “H-hey Julie.”

She looked up and her whole face hardened. “Oh it’s you.”

“Thank you for tutoring me,” he said, taking the seat across from her.

“I haven’t decided if I am or not yet,” she said coolly. “Señora failed to tell me who I was supposed to be helping, and I never would have agreed to it if I had known.”

Reggie bristled at that. So much for being professional. “Look, I don’t know why you hate me, but you can either get over it or I can ask Señora for a different tutor. But you get to tell her why you refuse to help me.”

“You know,” Julie seethed.

“I really don’t,” Reggie replied. “I’ve barely said two words to you and I’m a pretty nice guy, ask anyone.”

“So it wasn’t you that defaced the Queer Alliance bake sale flyers? Or stole the sheet music I had out for my final performance last year and left some dumb country song in its place?”

That had Reggie’s hackles up. “First of all, if the Queer Alliance meetings didn’t interfere with band practice I would be at every one, because I’m bi, so no I didn’t destroy the flyers. Heck I even made brownies for the bake sale, so I have no idea where you got such an idea.”

Julie deflated at that. “But Jenna said…”

Reggie snorted. “Jenna Collins? Yeah we broke up not long before because of aforementioned being bi. I wouldn’t be surprised if she defaced them herself and blamed me.”

Julie’s ears turned a crimson hue, and her face took on an ashamed countenance. “I’m sorry. It’s just I worked hard on those, and when Jenna said you destroyed them…”

“You saw red,” Reggie finished for her.

“Yeah,” she admitted quietly. Then looked up at him again, everything about her unsure. “But what about my song?”

Reggie extracted his binder and pulled out a small pile of sheet music. “This one?”

Julie gathered the music to her, almost in a hug. “Why did you take it?”

“I didn’t, Luke did,” Reggie said with a sigh. “Luke, you know Luke Patterson? Us and our two buddies are in a band together-Sunset Curve, tell your friends!”

“I’ve heard of you, you’re pretty good,” Julie admitted begrudgingly, still clutching the music to her like a lifeline.

“Anyways, I’ve been trying to convince Luke to broaden our style a little. Or at least give one of my country songs a try. Instead he took off with it, and hid it. He’s an assshole like that. But also you know, my best friend, so when he saw how upset it made me, he went to get it back. Seems he grabbed your song by mistake and left mine in its place.” He gestured to the papers in her grip. “That’s really beautiful by the way, shame we never got to hear it. But there was no name so I kept hold of it in case I ever figured it out.”

“I didn’t keep your country song,” Julie admitted apologetically.

Reggie shrugged. “Eh, it’s okay, I’ve written tons more since then and Luke even agreed to let us try one at our next gig if we up the tempo a bit.”

Julie slumped her head. “God I’ve been so awful to you and for no reason. You must hate me.”

Reggie chuckled. “Nah, I never got it, but it never tainted my opinion of you.” He prayed that Julie never find out he felt the exact opposite of hatred towards her. He could deal with the misunderstanding and hope she would at least be a bit nicer now. “So… Spanish?”

{{How much Spanish do you understand?}} Julie asked with a smirk.

“Ummm… I only understood the word Español there. So maybe start from scratch,” Reggie suggested sheepishly.

{{Good thing you’re cute, because we’ve got our work cut out for us,}} Julie sighed.

Reggie stalled, because when he was trying to learn Spanish on his own, one of the few words he tried to learn were the compliments. And he knew lindo meant cute. D-did Julie actually just call him cute? He was sure his cheeks were aflame, so he kept his head down and eye trained on the flashcards Julie passed over. It was probably meant in a teasing, friendly way, not a flirty one. But it still made his heart zing, just a little.

They struggled through the next half hour, Reggie was sure Julie winced at his every mispronunciation and failure to roll his R’s correctly. But he soldiered on, getting through the basics and completing a worksheet Julie made up, passing it by the skin of his teeth. But he still passed, and Julie gave him a high five for that measly accomplishment.

Plus she did her corrections in purple glitter pen, which Reggie kind of loved. “Review that before we meet up again next week, and we’ll go over the next lesson then.”

“Rightio, thanks again Julie,” he said. He turned to go, but at the door he turned back, and went to her side. “I-I meant what I said about your song. I hope I get to hear you sing it one day.”

“Thanks Reggie,” she said. “But it’s not really my song. It’s… one I wrote with my mom. It’s like keeping a piece of her with me, even if she’s gone.”

“Then I’m doubly sorry Luke took it,” he said.

“I have it back now, so maybe someday… I’ll let you hear me sing it,” Julie said with a blush, and Reggie grinned before rushing off, sending her one last grin before disappearing.

Julie looked at the song once more, and cursed the way her pulse picked up when thinking of the boy who returned it to her.

~

The next time they met, they went over the worksheet again and Julie coached Reggie on the basics, urging him to try the sheet once more.

This time when she returned it, there was far less purple glitter pen, and a little smiley face sketched into the corner.

{{I knew you could do it Reggie, very good.}} Julie said.

“See bien I get, it’s the same in French right?” Reggie asked and Julie nodded. “What does mooy mean?”

“Muy means very,” Julie replied with a giggle.

“Oh, so I did very good?”

“Compared to last time, yes,” Julie replied, which was faint praise but Reggie would take it.

“So what do we go over next time? Another worksheet?”

“You’re going to tell me about Reggie Peters, what you like, and so on. You might want to look up some music terms,” Julie advised. “¿La semana que viene a la misma hora?”

Reggie cocked his head to the side and Julie muffled a laugh into her palm. “I’ll see you next week Reggie.”

He waved as she went off, and Reggie knew then and there he needed to learn Spanish if only to one day tell Julie how he felt. Now that he might have a chance of her at least letting him down nicely.

After he passed that is.

“

{{Tell me about your band,}} Julie said during their next tutoring session. When Reggie looked confused she gave him a good natured eye roll. “Sunset Curve.”

“Oh, yeah! We’ve been playing together since elementary school!” Reggie enthused.

{{In Spanish Reggie.}}

“Umm taco… No, that's not right. Toco el bajo?” Then he mused, “Weird that the word for bass in Spanish is so close to banjo, which I also shred on.”

“Banjo is the same in Spanish ironically,” Julie quipped.

“Sweet!”

{{What other instruments do you play?}} Julie mimed a few instruments at his once again befuddled look.

“Piano y guitar?”

“Guitarra,” Julie corrected, and giggled when Reggie fumbled over the word until he could say it passibly. “Now you ask me.”

“¿Qué instrumentos tocas?” Reggie said, sounding unsure.

“¡Muy bien!” Julie said, offering him a high five. “Toco el piano y el violín.”

“The violin? Very cool.”

“So in Spanish the word violín can mean violin and fiddle,” Julie explained. “I’m learning the fiddle.”

“Well when you’ve got it down pat, let me know,” Reggie replied. “I’ll break out my banjo and we can duet on some sweet country tunes.”

{{I’d like that.}}

Reggie was still struggling to understand what Julie said a lot of the time, but given her soft smile and the tinge of pink on the apples of her cheeks, he supposed it was good.

{{What is your favourite movie?}}

“Star Wars,” Reggie replied confidently. “I learned the word for movie at least. What’s yours?”

{{Spanish Reggie.}}

“Oh right,” Reggie chuckled. “¿Cuál es tu película favorita?”

“Oh nice job feminizing favourite,” Julie said. “And I love The Princess Bride.”

{{In Spanish Julie,}} Reggie chided playfully.

Julie gawked at him and gave an over exaggerated gasp. “Oh you did not!”

“I so did!” Reggie replied gleefully, then ducked the wadded up ball of paper that she had chucked at him. “Abuse! I’ll tell Señora on you!”

“Please, she loves me,” Julie replied. {{Now tell me about your favourite food.}}

~

{{Your Spanish has gotten much better}} Julie told him a few weeks later.

“Gracias!” Reggie exclaimed automatically. He would never be fluent in Spanish, but he felt more confident and comfortable with it now. And the last worksheet Julie gave him had almost no purple on it! Though a part of him kind of missed her silly little doodles that she made as she corrected his work.

{{You think you’re ready for the practice test coming up?}}

“Coma siempre seré,” Reggie replied with a shrug.

“Como,” Julie corrected. “Now, let’s work on the oral portion.”

Reggie had to bite back a snigger at that, but failed, chastened by Julie’s eye roll, so he sat up straighter. “Hit me.”

“Sunset.”

“Puesta de sol.”

“Curve.”

“Curva, come on Jules, give me a harder one.”

{{Oh so you want a challenge pretty boy?}}

{{You think I’m pretty?}} Reggie asked with an eyebrow waggle.

Julie snorted, and rolled her eyes. “You know you are cariño. But now I think I taught you too well so I can’t tease or insult you without you understanding.”

To be fair, he still didn’t understand every word she used-that cariño one she’d used a few times now, and he was never brave enough to ask or look it up, just in case it meant something mean or teasing. “Did you really used to do that?” he asked.

Julie shrugged. “A little. It’s fun when the student is first starting out. Nothing mean, just a test to see how much of the language they grasp.”

Reggie kind of deflated at that. He had hoped he was special, that Julie had only teased him like that. Maybe if he got through this course he could follow up her teasing by asking her out. He felt surer and surer each day that she might just say yes, given the blushing and smiling she did at him. Just maybe…

He didn’t want to embarrass himself by doing it now if there was nothing behind her innocent teasing though. Especially not with the test coming up and needing her help. “Let’s get this practice practice test out of the way, see how far I’ve come huh?”

“Okay, so how would you ask someone to go see your band?”

“¿Quieres venir a ver a mi banda tocar este sábado?”

{{Where are you playing?}}

“You know we don’t have a gig this Saturday right?” Reggie then shook his head. “Not important. Umm Estamos jugando en The Orpheum.”

“Pretty big time for you guys,” Julie said with a fake whistle.

{{We do actually have a showcase there in July,}} Reggie admitted. {{You should come.}}

“Tal vez lo haré cariño,” she replied with a smirk. “You think Luke will let you do a country song then?”

“At the Orpheum? Yeah right. He’s not going to take chances when we might get signed,” Reggie scoffed. “Besides, my songs aren’t that great.”

{{I wish you could see how great you are and own it.}} Julie said. {{See yourself how I see you.}}

Reggie didn’t catch it though, looking at her with that same confused expression he gave her at the beginning. So Julie just shook her head and took out a new worksheet for him. “Okay, this is what should be covered on the test, so let’s go over it and see how you do.”

~

The day of the test, Reggie was nervous. He had been studying for ages, and Julie had even given him extra tutoring over the past week. If he did well on this test, he should be able to pass the course, combined with all the extra credit work Señora Torres had thrown his way. But he still doubted his abilities, and right now every language, even English was a jumble in his head.

He read through the test first, just like he had been taught to when he first got his ADHD diagnosis, answering the stuff he knew first. The simple matching and feminizing certain words. That he knew back and forth.

When he got a harder question, he paused. Summoned the image of Julie in his mind, the way she’d scrunch her nose at him when he got a word just a little bit wrong, the way her voice would go soft when she corrected him. The twinkle in her eyes when he got it right the second time. Her tutelage, her belief in him is what kept him going. He knew this stuff, and he couldn’t let Julie down. But more than that, he couldn’t let himself down.

He handed the test in with a few minutes to spare and sucked in a breath when Señora Torres pulled out her dreaded red pen. He ducked his head, not able to bear watching her douse his paper in red. He just prayed she would be swift in failing him so he could crawl back to Julie in shame.

“All done Mister Peters,” she said.

The walk to her desk felt like a million miles, dread pooling in his stomach. He was trembling, fingers wearing away at the fabric of the flannel tied around his waist just to keep from clutching himself or ripping the paper from her hands. Yet she was smiling and when he finally looked at the grade, he couldn’t help but do the same.

“73? Really?” he asked.

“Well done Mister Peters. Seems like all that tutoring paid off,” Señora Torres said. “Now you just have to make it until the final in a few weeks and you’ll have that language credit.”

“Thank you! I mean gracias!”

“Don’t thank me,” she said. “This is all you and Julie. Thank her.”

“I will!” he replied, running out of the room. He knew Julie had Biology next period so he rushed to the science wing, frantic eyes searching for a head of curly hair and a gap toothed smile. Then he saw her-talking to Nick Danforth Evans, and his heart sank.

Nick was the school’s golden boy. Good family, good grades. Head of the lacrosse and track teams, a great guitarist, and a really nice guy. Of course Julie would be into him. Who wouldn’t be? And Julie? Well she was everyone’s dream girl, so how could Nick not like her back? And when he pulled her into a warm hug, well that was all the confirmation that Reggie needed.

He shoved his test into his bag and headed in the opposite direction. He was going to be late for Woodshop anyways.

He just tried to ignore the sound of his heart shattering into a thousand tiny pieces as he went.

~

Reggie wasn’t sure if should turn up to tutoring that Thursday or not. Julie had initially only agreed to help him until he got this last test out of the way, as during finals time she would be busy revising for her own exams, but would happily let him have her flashcards and worksheets to help him study.

So chances are, if she showed up today, it would only be to hand him over those materials and wish him luck. He at least did owe her a thank you right?Even so, he took his time walking to the library that day, not wanting to face the reality that this would be the last time he and Julie hung out. Sure, she had said she’d think about coming to Sunset Curve’s Orpheum gig, but that was a weak promise, and half way through the summer.

He doubted Julie would deign to seek him out socially after this. Sure they were no longer enemies, and she was nice enough to him if they passed each other in the halls, but they weren’t friends or anything. Reggie would end up in her memory as just some guy she helped pass Spanish senior year, and she would always remain the unattainable dream.

Only when Reggie got to the library, Julie wasn’t there. He glanced at his watch, he wasn’t that late, only a minute or two, and Julie knew he wasn’t exactly the punctual type. Meaning she didn’t show. “So… that’s it then,” he said to himself.

Walking away from the library almost felt as hard as walking to it, the weight of rejection sitting heavy on his shoulders. Reggie wondered if he was too late to join the D&D club for their usual mini campaign, or maybe he could hit the guys up for some band stuff. Anything to keep his mind off of Julie.

“Reggie!”

He turned, and there she was, out of breath, but still radiant as she ran to him, pausing to still her racing lungs. “Sorry I’m late, Señora called me over after class to congratulate me on a job well done. You did well on your test then?”

“Oh yeah,” he said, handing it to her.

“Wow! That’s so good Reggie! You must be proud of yourself!” Julie exclaimed, and handed him back the test.

“Feels alright,” he shrugged. “As long as I do alright on the final I’ll pass and get to walk the stage at grad. So thanks for helping me.”

“Are you alright?” Julie asked. “I figured you’d be more enthused.”

“Oh yeah, no sorry. Long day, kinda beat. Guess tutoring is canceled,” he said, not meeting her eyes.

“Well I don’t think you need me any more,” Julie laughed. “But I have all the flashcards and everything here.” She handed him the packet, and he took it with a nod, slipping it into his bookbag. “Well, I guess I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Julie felt deflated walking away from Reggie. The past few months she had felt like they had built a real rapport between them. A genuine closeness that she hoped Reggie would act on now that she wasn’t helping him with class. Sure, she could make the first move, but she had hoped well… she wasn’t sure that all her wishes for Reggie to like her back were ever coming true.

{{You’re wrong you know,}} he muttered from down the hall, and she turned, seeing him look at her with big sad eyes. {{I always need you.}}

{{What do you need me for Reggie?}} she shot back.

“Nothing. No...I know you have Nick,” he deflected. “I saw you guys together the other day.”

“Nick?” Julie asked, confused. “Nick is dating Carrie. He has been since like the seventh grade and wanted to get her a nice anniversary present. She and I are pretty close, so he asked my opinion. That’s all.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” Julie rolled her eyes. Boys, seriously. “And even if Nick was single, he wouldn’t be my type.”

“Oh yeah, and what is your type?” Reggie said, a tiny sparkle appearing in his eyes as he stepped closer.

“Well, he’s about 5 '8, dark hair, green eyes. Likes country, and math. Terrible at Spanish-or well, he used to be. Still not great at picking up the hints when I flirt with him in it though,” Julie replied, stepping up to him and toying with the pendant hanging around his neck, then looking up at him. “So, are you ever going to ask me out or what?”

He beamed at that. “Julie Molina, will you please go out with me on a date?”

{{In Spanish Reggie,}} she smirked.

He laughed at that. “¿Saldrás a una cita conmigo?”

“Si,” Julie replied before pressing up on her toes and capturing his mouth in a kiss. Reggie tugged her into his arms to deepen it, holding her tight as he took in the sweetness of her, the way her kiss made sparks shoot up his spine.

“Wow,” Julie whispered as they pulled apart, her voice a tad husky. “If that’s how you kiss before the date I can’t wait to see what you pull out for after.”

“So where do you wanna go on our date?” Reggie asked, looping their arms together and escorting her from the school.

“Oh I know this cute little tapas place, really make you work on your Spanish there,” Julie suggested.

Reggie groaned playfully and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Fine, but afterwards I’m making you sit through at least one Star Wars movie. In English.”

“Fair trade,” Julie replied.

“But we can totally turn the Spanish subtitles on, if you want,” Reggie offered.

“Perfect.”

It was at graduation a few weeks later that Reggie finally got to walk the stage, waving wildly to his friends as he accepted his diploma, grinning ear to ear. It had been close for a moment there, but he’d made it.

“Feel good cariño?” Julie asked as she hugged him. God he loved it when she called him that-especially now that he knew what it meant.

“The best, no small thanks to you,” he replied, kissing the tip of her nose sweetly.

“De nada.”

“Break it up you two, we have a set to refine!” Luke shouted at them from across the quad. Since they started dating Julie had come to all the Sunset Curve practices, helping them work on a few songs, and even agreeing to sing with them-provided Luke let Reggie have his country song at the Orpheum. Luke had groaned, but agreed, and now Julie was all but part of the band.

Sure if they didn’t get signed, she had plans to do her own thing in the fall, but for now, she was having fun adding to Sunset Curve’s sound. Plus it meant she got to spend that much more time with Reggie, which no one was complaining about, even with Luke’s gripes that his aromantic self didn’t get it, but he was totally happy for them.

“Ready to go?” Julie asked Reggie.

“Just one thing…I need to tell you something. Something good!” Reggie said.

{{In Spanish Reggie,}} she said, eyes shining up at him. Because she knew what he was going to say, and she had been aching to say it back since after their second date. Maybe even before then, way back when he handed her the song. Or maybe when his eyes shone when she sang it for him-in Spanish and English during one of their tutoring sessions. Either ebay, she was more than ready to hear the words ready to burst from her heart on his lips.

“Te amo Julie.”

“Yo también te amo Reggie. Yo también te amo.”

Reggie grinned. “Muy bien.”

[oopsallfanfic]

Chapter 1: So Long

It was impossible for you not to sit and stare into oblivion sometimes. So overloaded with homework, quirk training, maintaining friendships, attending extra curriculars, and processing feelings almost 24/7 that sometimes you needed to just sit and stare. Existing only to breath in this moment, to exist simply at your desk, at the dinner table, or at the park. Your friends didn’t exactly understand when you explained this feeling to them, one friend had pointed out that maybe it was because you were in prep courses for a degree in Criminal Justice. None of them shared the same passion for Hero work as you, but it didn’t hinder your relationships. It was in one of these deep thought moments you were unfortunately called on to answer something in your math class. Completely checked out for the better part of the class, you woke at the sound of your name.

“You’ve been awfully quiet today, Hamamoto,” the teacher called, looking over the other students to your space in the back of class. You picked your head up to look between Miss Oshima and the board. “Can you solve this equation on the board for me?”

Miss Oshima held out the piece of chalk and motioned for you to come forward. Luckily you were covering a topic yo understood within the first day, so this equation would be no problem. You adjust your cardigan on your shoulders as you made your way up to the board, taking the piece of chalk from your instructor as you reached her. A quick glance at the board was all you needed before you started following the necessary steps. When you finished, you handed the chalk to your instructor and made your way back to your seat. 

“Thank you very much,” Miss Oshima continued on her lecture, giving you a worried glance before continuing. As she continued with her lecture, you picked up your pen and took notes. Hoping your activeness would deter her from calling you again. As you scribbled in your notebook, a pair of stretchy fingers slid on the top of your desk with a piece of paper wedged between them. You recognized the chipped pastel fingernails to belong to your best friend Chiyo who sat a few seats in front of you. Tanaka Chiyo was incredibly stretchy thanks to a quirk she liked to call bubblegum. You often joked that she ate the devil fruit and couldn’t swim anymore, which was partly true. During the summertimes Chiyo doesn’t like to venture the deeper ends of pools.

‘U ok? <3’ the note read simply. How could you respond with what was actually on your mind. How could you explain that you were so overwhelmed with your family moving, having to change schools your last year in high school, having to start applying for colleges, studying for entrance exams, and having to work your body beyond your limit just so you can have the chance to go to your father’s Alma Mater U.A. College. You couldn’t, so you wrote her ‘Just exhausted ),:’. You tapped the paper on her fingers which grabbed it and slithered away. It came back a moment later with a new message, ‘Don’t worry, I got something that will cheer you up :D’.

I hope it’s some chocolate or something, You thought, your father hadn’t let junk food near the house in the last year and insisted you kept a consistent gym schedule. You couldn’t remember the last time you had some chocolate. Even Chiyo wasn’t going to cave into your puppy eyed look when you begged her to get you some, she didn’t want to incur the wrath of Hamamoto Akira. Chiyo’s fingers slipped back to her as the teacher called for the classes attention.

“Alright everyone, your exam is this Thursday, you should have everything you need to review for your exams from all of your teachers now. If not, you know where to find us.” The instructor announced at the end of the class, “If you have any questions, feel free to come find me this week.”

The speakers rang with the musical tone that signaled the end of the day. The teacher looked up from her papers and locked eyes with you. “Hamamoto, I’d like to talk to you if you have a minute.”

A chorus of ooh’s came from the class as they packed their bags and shuffled papers around. You rolled your eyes at them and trudged to Miss Oshima leaning against the podium at the front of the class.

“I understand you are transferring out of our school system here very soon, I want to make sure that you have the assignments you’re missing in so that we can give your new school an accurate depiction of your grades.” You nodded, “You’re just missing one homework assignment from yesterday, you’ve been pretty good at staying on top of your work. Just make sure to turn in your review guide completed on Thursday and you show up to take your exam. Your grades in my class have been exceptional this semester, and I’m glad to have had you in my class.”

She smiled softly, you choked out the best fake yet convincingly sweet smile you could and said, “Thank you, I’ll make sure to finish up that assignment. I can come by the office in the morning to drop it off before class starts tomorrow.”

“Awesome,” she clapped her hands against the podium and stood up to look over the lingering students and the ones entering the classroom. “Alright are you all here for the exam review session?”

You turned towards your desk as the students nodded or responded with their exhausted yes’s and yeah’s. Making your way back to your desk you passed by one tall string bean of a figure who leaned against her desk. Chiyo waited with crossed arms.

“So what was that about? Your transfer?” Chiyo asked, you sighed softly. It was a tough subject between the two of you at the moment. Obviously it wasn’t your choice to transfer and move, but when you first brought it up to her Chiyo made it seem like it was your idea and that you wanted to move. She wouldn’t be too far away, and you could still text her, but she was a lover of theatrics and being over dramatic so she took it a little far.

“Yeah,” you packed your folder into the crossbody bag, slinging it over your shoulder. “She just wanted to make sure I had all my assignments in so grades could get sent over.”

“Well we better get going if we’re gonna make it to band room,” Chiyo said, a lick of excitement bringing her voice up.

“What’s so special about today?” You asked. Chiyo wiggled her brows and paired it with a mischievous grin.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She sung and quickened her pace, shooting her way out the door and down the cooridor of the main building. 

“Yeah,” You bolted out the door, chasing Chiyo. “I would!”

The long stride of your taller friend made you jog after her. As you came up close enough to punch her shoulder, you both had to skid to a halt as a wide set man turned the corner to the hall you were in. The Assistant Principle, notoriously known for having his pen and a pink disciplinary slip in his pockets at all times. Ready and primed for anyone doing anything remotely out of line, like horseplay and running in the hallways.

“Afternoon, Mikan-Sensei!” You both called to him, stuttering out the honorific in hopes he wouldn’t consider the two of you punks with no manners. He nodded in your direction and continued down the hall with his hands tied behind his large back.

“How is he able to reach around and do that?” Chiyo muttered as she peaked back at the stout man. You elbowed her and let out a small breathy laugh.

“Shut up,” You both started for band hall again. “He’ll hear you.”

Chiyo looped her arm around yours and tugged you along the hall towards the club rooms. Students were mingling and chatting as they prepared for their own activities. As you moved down the hall you couldn’t help the flood of melancholic thoughts that overcame you. You adjust your jaw trying to resist the quivering lip. Suddenly Chiyo yanked you into the band room. It took a moment of stumbling and griping at her for you to stand back up straight and finally notice the students in the room. A few 1st years that you didn’t know all that well held a small paper ban decorated with hearts and confetti. Your heart sank as you read the bold pink letters ‘Will you be my girlfriend?’. Hinode Kazuki fell into a deep bow as you made eye contact, his orange hair flopping with the violent movement. Despite the coolness of the winter air, Hinode’s sweat made his shirt cling to his back and his skin was a bright red.

You felt your skin heat up, turning to face the door with hands on your face. You weren’t sure to feel embarrassed or ashamed. You never told Hinode that you were moving, and you weren’t sure Chiyo told him either. He was someone you very openly had a crush on for the better part of the year, and he returned the affection when appropriate. He was by all means a gentleman, but here he was laying his heart out for all to see and you couldn’t turn to face him with the truth. You wouldn’t be here much longer with the embarassment, so would you subject him to suffer under the embarassement of rejection or commit to a long distance relationship. Hinode by no means deserved the shame that would come from being turned down, but it might’ve been the only way to save you both from heartache later. So here it was, literally run away or tell him the truth?

You peered through your fingers at the open door in front of you. Run. The little voice in your head shouted. You grabbed your bag’s strap with both hands and bolted out the door. The hall blurred past you as you pushed passed peers and ignored the call of Chiyo behind you. She may have been able to stretch out and reach you thanks to her gum like quirk, but there was only so far she could go. You on the other hand could just run faster than your friend, no quirk aiding you there really.

Breaking free of the metaphorical hold the school building had, you kept sprinting towards the front gate and rounded the corner. You slowed to a jog then a evenly paced stride as you came up on the convenience store not too far from the school. Maybe taking refuge in the snack aisle would hide you well enough from your pursuer.

You weren’t so lucky though. You heard the soft electronic bell ring as the doors slid open as Chiyo made her way in the store and made a bee line for the snack aisle where you feigned interest in the snacks. As one caught your eyes, Chiyo snatched you by the shoulders and turned you to face her. 

“What was that you lunatic?” She whispered harshly. Shoppers side eyed the brunette as they passed and continued their shopping experience. 

“I was feeling hungry,” You said sheepishly as you reached for a bag of spicy honey potato chips, shaking the bag softly in her face.

“No you weren’t, coward,” You winced at her honesty, it was one thing you loved about your friend. She told you the brutal truth sometimes, “You can’t even have this junk without your dad throwing a conniption fit. You were running away again, here is this guy you’ve been pining after all year and now he’s confessed not only his mutual feelings but how he wants to be your boyfriend in front of the whole school, and you’re-”

“Not the whole school,” You interrupted.

“Not the point,” She snapped, you could feel the glares of a few customers bare down the two of you. She spoke softer, “He knows you’re moving, I told him because I knew you wouldn’t and helped set this whole thing up. Hinode doesn’t care you’re leaving, he wants you.”

You could hear it, it was small, just a faint infliction in her tone. You could see it now though, the way her shoulders dropped in the past when you would bring Hinode up, the look in her eye when he put his arm around you once, and even now. The grip she had on your shoulders, the look of pain in her eyes, and the faint quiver when Chiyo said Hinode wanted you. Chiyo had a crush on him.

Chiyo let go after nothing was said, accepting that you would simply run away from the issue at hand rather than face it. She sighed softly, grabbed a bag of honey butter chips and made her way to the counter.

You followed with your own snack and grabbed a can of milk tea. Before she could pull out her coin purse you patter a hand on hers and brought out your own, adding your items to hers.

“Let me, Chiyo,” You said softly. The attendant called your total, and you handed him exact change. The two of you made your way out of the shop and stood on the sidewalk for a moment before you opened up.

“I-I don’t necessarily think differently of him,” You said, she looked over at you as you spoke. “I would’ve liked to explored that relationship with him, but I’m not going to. I’m moving and I don’t want us to hurt each other, especially when there’s someone close to the two of us that I know can take just as good if not better care of him than I can.”

You looked up to Chiyo, shock colored her face with a dust of blush. She couldn’t deny her feelings now, not with that look.

“How’d you know?” She asked, looking back down to pick at the edge of the package in her hands.

“I just figured it out,” You said.

“It just kind of happened, we were all hanging out so much. Then you told me you had a crush on him and I felt like I couldn’t tell you because that would cause so much drama that wouldn’t fit us at all. I didn’t want to lose you over some stupid-”

“It’s okay, it’s okay!” You chuckled softly, you put out hand to cover her own. She started picking frantically at the edges of the chip bag. “I get it, I do. I don’t want this to be a big thing between us, I can get over this. Especially since I’m moving, but I want to know if you will.”

Chiyo took a moment to check her feelings, a thought crossed her mind and made the corner of her mouth prick up.

“Only if you get your own man and stay away from mine.” A cocky brow and a sharp smile was what it took to get Chiyo back to her overwhelmingly charming self. You both laughed, doubling over with your arms slapping over your stomach. When you both calmed down, you hooked yourself on Chiyo’s arm and started heading for the train station.

You looked out to your barren room, the only marker that life existed in this apartment was the ghost of posters and paintings you had hung up.

“Let’s go Hamamoto’s!” You heard your father call from the front door, you readjusted your crossbody bag on your shoulder and rolled your luggage out to the sparse living room. Hamamoto Akira stood in the genkan with backpack on his shoulder, the last of his belongings stuffed into the canvas pack. Your mother combed over her knife kit on the kitchen counter, making sure she packed every single one into the elastic straps. Hamamoto Chinami snapped the last one in it’s place and looked up with a cheerful grin.

“I’m so glad I was able to find my pairing knife, I thought I might’ve left it in the kitchen at work.” She wrapped up the case that carried her knives and swung her purse over her shoulder. “Alright family, let’s get to our new home!”

You knew you should be happy that the home your family had been building for the last few years was finally finished after numerous complications and natural disasters, but you hoped it would be finished after high school ended. On one hand you’d live practically where you used to in grade school and a majority of your intermediate years, on the other hand you’d be leaving your close friends. I guess comparatively the two experiences of leaving in the middle of intermediate school and high school were the same. 

Slipping into your shoes on your way out, you took another look over your shoulder before your mother shooed you out the door. Akira led the way downstairs to your families sedan where you threw your things in the backseat with you. As your father started the car and set up his phone for directions, you pulled out your phone and popped in your earbuds.

You opened your music app to play the last album you had on and opened up your messenger.

You: On our way there now, dunno if i’m excited or dreading this.

Chiyo: You’ve seen the place before right?

The ever online presence of your best friend provided you with comfort at any moment you needed, you doubted she ever slept either. Now was definitely one of those times you needed some emotional support from your best friend. You were in mourning, you just lost your friends, your favorite shops, and the chance at your first real relationship. Sure there was social media and phones to keep connected to friends, but seeing each other everyday for the last 3 years is entirely different. Then there’s your favorite shops, what if the convenience stores by your home don’t have the same drinks you usuall get or the restaurants in the area just aren’t as good? One thing was for certain though, Chiyo would never leave your side. She would be a constant in your life as she has been the last 3 years.

You: Pictures but not irl

Chiyo: Send pics, bet its gonna be gorgeous.

Chiyo: Ur parents got good taste ???

You: Whats ???

Chiyo: wym?

You: you said “your parents got good taste ???”

Chiyo: Oh that’s supposed to be a thumbs up emoji

Chiyo: U srsly need a new phone before those new kids bully you

Chiyo: Doesn’t ur dad still get money from the agency? Just ask for a new phone lmao

You: I like my phone tho

Chiyo: Cringy hipster

You: Hush you

Chiyo: Get a new phone nerd

Chiyo: Attachment (1)

You clicked the center button of the blackberry-esque phone but it wouldn’t load the photo. You usually had no problem opening things on your phone, but you thought Chiyo was trying to trick you and sent a fake attachment.

You: I know it’s fake, not gonna open it :p 

Chiyo: Nope. It’s a photo of me with my cousin at the park.

You: Liar liar pants on fire

Chiyo: FUCK. MY PANTS.

Chiyo: How could u do this to me?? Ur 1 and only friend? </3

You: Oh, shut up. I have more friends than you.

Chiyo: You would if you stopped trying for complete sentences when you text someone, dork.

You: Kiss my ass

Chiyo: ;*

On one hand you were thankful she was being considerate enough to remember you can’t see emoji’s, and emoticons just feel cuter, but on the other hand she was right. It was time for an upgrade, maybe after we settle in or “accidentally” damage it. If you used the quirk you inherited, it might be able to ruin it completely. No, dad would see right through it. You thought as you looked up to Akira.

You: Thought about breaking my phone on purpose then realized my dad’s too smart for that bs

Chiyo: Should throw it out the window rn. No balls.

You: You know I can’t resist the No Balls rule.

A rule the two of you created to embolden yourselves as young women, the No Balls Rule. If you or the other party lacked the confidence to do something or you simply wanted to be mischievous, you will have to do what the other says within reason. Your reasoning now being: not to toss your phone out because you were still texting, listening to music, and still had to endure another 2 hours of this drive.

You: Then what would I do for the next 2 hours without you or my music?

Chiyo: You raise a fair point, motion overruled.

You peeped out the window at the rolling hills taking form to rice fields as you crossed into the countryside. You recalled the view from the otherside from a few years ago, the land looked much the same, but not the same could be said from the surrounding towns. The city life slowly trying to seep it’s way out.

Bored by the monotone rolling green, you let your mind wander and create imaginary scenarios. You couldn’t help but think about what your new neighbors would be like, if they were kind and friendly, or rude and nosey. Who you’d meet at your new school, if there were any bullies or girls with so much time on their hands they worship one of the princely looking boys. Even what kind of programs they had for those looking at the pro-hero track, something you were deeply interested in considering that’s what you wanted to go to college for. You even thought about what it would be like to have some grand love story like the manga’s you read. You would’ve practically lived one if you stayed and dated Hinode. 

A dull pain throbbed in your chest as you remembered him, Hinode Kazuki understood when you explained that you couldn’t do a long distance relationship. You didn’t want to hurt him more by explaining he wasn’t even at the forefront of your mind when the news was broken to you. Being overly blunt and honest was Chiyo’s thing, you’d leave it that way. Meaning you didn’t tell him about Chiyo’s crush either, you’d let her work up the courage to do that herself. It wouldn’t be long though, you were certain. Considering her personality, she’d probably tell him after the opening ceremony in a few weeks. You began to drift asleep as the car motored along the highway, succumbing to your imagination.

An unfamiliar turn or two woke you up from your uncomfortable position in the backseat. You folded against the door while asleep, the indentations of the door’s detail outlined on your forearm and face. You grumbled and rubbed your eyes as you slowly awakened.

“Good morning sleeping beauty!” Your father said cheerfully from his seat, he turned once more and ahead of the car you could see the moving truck that was hired. The movers were diligently working on removing boxes and furniture to the home. After parking the vehicle, Hamamoto Akira practically leapt out of the vehicle.

“Long commutes to work begone,” He smiled triumphantly, as if he himself just defeated a villain. He pumped an arm, flexing the muscle that (nearly) singlehandely afforded this brand new home.

“Better train times, better neighborhood, and better schools,” Chinami said, nudging you with her elbow. The high school she was referring to was Aldera High, basically the launching pad for all students wanting to become Pro-Heroes these days. Their school specialized in certain legal courses that they could give to students as extracurriculars. Being minors may have stopped you from hero work, but that doesn’t mean you couldn’t do the work to become a hero. It was maybe one of the only reasons you didn’t throw a big stink about moving.

Your parents were too giddy about the new home for your foggy brain, but you supposed you could support that. Their dream home come to life, something they worked hard to get for the last 8 years. Chinami worked 7 days a week somedays, and Akira stepped down from the Pro-Hero Agency he founded and funded to make a considerably higher amount as a consultant with an insurance company. You cracked a soft smile and looped your arms into both of theirs. 

“Come on, let’s go in then!” You said, tugging them with you towards the sliding back door. You let go and walked ahead of them, as soon as you hit the threshold between the outdoors and indoors you slipped off your shoes and tucked them into your bag.

Entering the house you were greeted with the living room, the couches were set up with plastic wrap still covering them. The wall facing the front yard was almost entirely glass, casting a bright light from the early afternoon sun directly into the room. The ceiling was high, extending to the 2nd floor’s overlook.

Walking towards the main hall you could see a wide staircase lead up to the second floor at the end, turning at the back wall to lead up. There was a small room off the hall next to the stairs, which you assumed was the laundry and restroom. Opposite to you was the kitchen which was designed much like most professional restaurant kitchens would be, probably designed by your mother, the Executive Chef at one of Japan’s most premiere dining spaces. On either side of the kitchen were modest french doors, you peaked into the one next to the staircase and saw the dining table set up already. The other however was a much smaller room by the front door, the old kontatsu that usually got stuffed in the corner of your room for the better part of the year was sitting in the middle. You stepped into the genkan by the room and tossed your shoes from your bag onto the ground.

“So which one is my room?” You asked as you turned to look up at your parents. They were holding each other tight as they looked around the space, movers still coming in to place the final pieces. You smiled softly, you didn’t want to ruin the sentimental moment. After working together for 20 years they had everything they wanted, they just needed another few decades and they can retire happily. You turned back around and slipped your shoes back on.

“I’m going to look around the neighborhood,” You said as you opened up the door. “I’ll be back in a few!”

You didn’t wait for a response, instead just shut the door tightly behind you. The yard in front of you was small, a simple bench with a garden trellis leaning against the far fence and a giant box with bagged soil sitting around it. You walked along the gravel path to the sidewalk that joined with neighborhood. I wonder if my mom’s finally going to start that garden she wanted, you thought. Chinami Hamamoto had her attempts on the patio of the apartment you all lived in, but ultimately the positioning of the building wasn’t optimal for healthy growing. 

The neighborhood was a perfectly average area, small plots with stacked homes, a small apartment or two speckled throughout, and large multipurpose park. There was a playground, a picnic area with a crepe cart set up next to it, an area for people with dogs, and a marked gravel path that indicated the meters you’ve ran. Within the same area you could spot a middle school not too far and a convenience store past the park under some apartments.

You ordered a strawberry crepe from the cart and waited patiently for your treat. As you scanned the area you couldn’t help but notice the people running on the track. A pair of women jogging with strollers, an older man speedwalking, and an ashy blonde boy kicking up into a run. He couldn’t have been more than 17, same age as you, but he only caught your eyes because he looked awfully familiar to someone you used to know. Merely thinking it was coincidence, you dismiss the idea that you might’ve known the young man rounding the corner. You couldn’t help but look up and watch him run past though, curiosity getting the better of you. Turning too late to see him run past, you shrugged and retrieved your crepe after you were beckoned forward. 

[blograkeshlove]

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[not-ur-binary]

When I was 8, my teacher had everyone in my class choose a different animal to do a report on. I have always been someone who loves all types of cats, so I chose to do my report on black panthers. And let me tell you, the was the biggest fucking mistake I could have made.

My school had a lot of restrictions on websites, so maybe that played a part in this, but I couldn’t find shit about the animal. 90% of the websites showed me either the same few facts, which were not enough to write a report with, or they were about the black panther party. I tried so many ways of rephrasing it, but it was near impossible to find enough info. While the rest of my class was able to do all the research at school and have time to play on cool math games after, I had to finish my research at home because it took me so freaking long.

Some other stand out things I recall were sites about the pink panther, both the cartoon and the movies and fanfiction about the black panther comics.

[anxiousocdturtle93]

Day 8: Stressors and ED

I don’t matter.

I don’t matter if I am here or to work.

Those thoughts that I’ve had for years creep up. The depression that is waiting it’s turn for me to lose it finally shows up. And the PTSD is heightened as the new year is here. Of course, don’t forget the anxiety. That’s where things make an appearance. It’s like your favorite singer or that popular person who just enters down a grand staircase and everyone is in awe. Think Heathers: The Musical. That’s how the anxiety feels.

And why do I say that?

I am a person who works for most of my bosses who just uses me for money. And, what it feels like, will throw my position to the new teacher. And it probably was my fault for telling her I wasn’t a certified music teacher. But I didn’t feel comfortable teaching a whole bunch of kids like that. That’s a disservice to them. Group classes for piano, I can do that no problem.

“Why isn’t it the same as teaching regular kids?” Some kids want to be there for piano lessons. Some want to learn. When you have a big group, well I hope you enjoy it. Sincerely I hope you do. Because I don’t. I like 5 kids at max so I can focus on them and help enrich them to the best potential I can. Because I know they can.

I regret being a music teacher. I teach privately but I have to find contract work. And that’s where 4 schools have me as a contract worker (not all are horrible with the directors). Performing makes me so nervous, so that’s out. I’m not saying teaching is easy, but I should have rethought things. But maybe that’s because it felt impossible back in high school.

“So why can’t you go back to school?” I am dumber than bricks. I can’t do math at all. Science would be cool but that’s years to complete. Being a lawyer I would fail. I can never make it in the world now. Going back to school is near impossible. I barely have enough money to be safe. Summer is the worst part and trying to make it through the summer before you MIGHT get some money.

I will be working 7 days now. I have to. Which means there is that ED that is now prevalent even more. It already comes out when I’m stressed/anxious. I feel like hurting myself this time but that ended so well. Sswsse And I just figured that out this week. As I’m trying to type this, I remember that tomorrow I have a faculty meeting in a new school. And I don’t know how to feel about it. I can tell you my stomach is in knots and I feel like I’m going to be sick.

How pathetic. And all the food I had today, I feel the need not to. I made progress since Tuesday and now I’m back pedaling. And I don’t completely want too. But I would like to not feel shitty. And there’s the restrictive behavior but it’s also mental. I’m trying what my therapist said to do when I’m spiraling this week.

Where is it bothering you? Check other parts of the body? Neck, jaw because I clench, deep breath and focus where it’s going. Relax the shoulders. Remember to sit up don’t focus on the trigger. Just listen to the body.

And I guess that’s where I’m going to leave this tonight. Listen to your body. If needs to be fed and watered, so I’m going to do my best at the moment.

Good luck, lovelies.

If you are in a crisis and need help immediately, call 988 or continue to contact Crisis Text Line by texting “NEDA” to 741741 to be connected with a trained volunteer at Crisis Text Line.

[jeileeze]

''We continued when the world stopped.''

Time to adjust wasn’t an option as everything went online. Some had blended classes and others were focused on their modules. We were introduced to new platforms such as Microsoft Teams and Google Meet. The only enemy to this story? The slow internet would give us a hard time.

From teachers to students, everything felt new despite frequent orientations. 

The sudden shift gave the idea that another impossible path is being taken on. You’ll continue to walk yet the barriers are too many for you to handle. This was the school year wherein I had to shed a lot of tears before finishing the given requirements.

Aside from math, I really don’t like being near arts. I’m so bad at it.

But because of those frequent art projects, I found my solace in music. Those songs were from Keshi, NIKI and HONNE. I would repeat them whenever I feel like art is making me breakdown once more.

Such incidents happened a lot as another challenge came. All of our art works and projects must be posted online. ON FACEBOOK. Every friend sees it.

From zumba dances to your live video of your artwork to singing a well-known play aka Les Miserables.

Is there anything more challenging than this? 🙂

Of course.

English was a subject that taught us how to create a research introduction of a topic you want to further investigate. Another subject I had to shed my tears on. It was frustrating as everything went on too fast.

Gladly, I still ended up with good grades and being in the honour list. To be honest, I feel like the online setting will really make a person even more lazy.

Just sitting on a couch, watching the recordings or actually being in a live class would make you feel even more sleepy. Our school also didn’t pursue turning the cameras on as it will just make the meeting slower.

But that advantage became a disadvantage. A student could be playing games while letting the class play, no idea what the teacher just said as distractions were inevitable. I would also hear my mother liking that setting more as we wouldn’t receive allowances as we were stuck at home, with enough food and water.

Still, I wouldn’t go back to such a situation as it will just become an endless loop. This pandemic was called endemic for a reason.

I also wouldn’t say that this setting made me closer to my family, the situation was just rough and it was hard to cope with it. Despite knowing that you can lean onto them, they also become those reasons why failure couldn’t be avoided. Not everyone can be emotionally okay, not everyone can be mentally present. Everything will just become a lump of clay, no chances of being molded into something beautiful since you’ll have no physical strength to do anything.

However, their help and knowingness towards our health became a stepping stone. I sometimes would get irritated with how my mother’s mindset works in terms of health. Eat more greens! Drink your vitamins! Do not sleep late.

There’s many more to that actually but it was just frustrating to hear on a daily basis. Still, that small act of service made sure that our health is indeed our wealth. We weren’t prone to any sickness.

By the time that we were given a chance to do a face-to-face moving up photoshoot, I wasn't truly thrilled as everything felt so fast. I met an old friend there and kept my photoshoot quick. I was even told that my body is stiff and I needed to loosen up. Of course our school photographer, Cher Annie Pasion would know.

Something about that shot made me think that maybe, I did survived but I feel like something was still missing. There were a lot of puzzle pieces scattered and I have no clue where I could find them.

I just really do hope that my next school year will be good to me. No more arts please!

[choudhryrafay]

How a grade impacts me and my writing.

“It's virtually impossible to excel in every aspect of life, but it's important to try and learn from your mistakes.” A grade has always been a big aspect of how I perform in a class. Throughout my school years, my grade was the one thing that judged my work. If I didn't do well, it automatically signaled a sense of failure or the feeling that this subject wasn't for me, and that I should quit. But there were also times when I put in my all and still failed, leading me to question what else went wrong and eventually, I turned to the instructor to see how they could have helped me better. There have been quite a few instances where I have shined and other times when I have not. Let's go back to the year 2019. 

In 2019 I was a sophomore and had quite a heavy schedule. I was in accelerated English, squeeze math (which consisted of 3 years of math courses squeezed into 2), AP history along with French. Within a short few weeks, I started to fall behind, and squeeze math was the one class that I was struggling with. I did whatever I could, I took notes, I studied like crazy, and I worked with friends I also talked to the teacher but she didn’t do anything. It was made clear to me that I would not be able to succeed in the class and dropping it would be the best option. After bringing it up with the teacher she was delighted that I was dropping and right there it hit me that if I had a little bit of support from the teacher I would have been able to succeed. I figured this because I was doing ok on the assignments but when it came to taking the test I would freeze and she would not provide any kind of test prep. To top it off that class had tests worth 75% of my final grade. When I had that experience it not only took a hit on my math side but for all of my subjects and most of my writing. For me, writing is the backbone of all things and when being put down like that it has an impact.  I have always thought that a grade should mainly be determined by the amount of effort you put forwards and a little bit on the knowledge you gain. Let's travel to the first semester of college.

First semester of college I had a class on how social media impacts us. The class had two essays and two exams. My first exam and paper were pretty bad. I went to go talk to the instructor and he not only helped me for the time being but he helped me prep for the next exam and helped me come up with new techniques and methods for the next paper and exam. I took the advice and kept on talking to him whether it was a quick check-in after class or during office hours or a full-on appointment. He helped me get through the course and when the second paper came around I wrote it all on my own using the techniques he taught me and I had broken my record for the best paper grade. I had gotten a 98 on the paper and the 2 points that I had lost were basic grammar points.  Without his help, I would not have been able to do anywhere near as well as I did. Having a good instructor impacts how I do in class especially if the grading scale is a little tough. In this case, it was not horrible but still harsh. Another factor that comes up with success is the people who are there for you and what is expected from you. 

I have had a friend since preschool who at this point is not my only friend he is someone who has became a brother. He is a mentor who is always willing to help, teach, and put me straight. Whenever I am stuck on a decision I go to him knowing he will tell me what's better for me. I have others who like him but they all combine into him. Family is also a big aspect for me everyone I am close with has a different kind of support but they all have the same expectation for me. Me being the oldest sibling I am supposed to be an example for younger brothers. Knowing this it's hard to see myself falling behind or failing. Whenever I am near falling off a cliff I usually need to talk to someone and in my sight, everyone in my family has a specialty going from pushing me to the point where I am not comfortable and pulling my back to the point where it will be best for me. 

In the end, success is not determined by just one factor, but rather by a combination of elements. The support of a good teacher, a mentor, and family can greatly impact how well I perform in a class or in life. It's important to learn from our mistakes and try our best, but it's also crucial to have the right people in our lives who can support us and help us succeed. Remember, it's okay to not excel in every aspect, but with the right support system and determination, you can always strive to improve and reach new heights.

[skamenglishsubs]

Subtext and Culture, Young Royals, Season 1, Episode 2

Episode 2 picks up the morning day after the initiation party, the girls are having breakfast lunch at their dorm, the boys at theirs, and everyone wants the juicy details about what happened at the party...

Culture: Tell me more, tell me more, did you get very far? Although, it's pretty funny how the roles are reversed, Maddie is all "meh" about it, while Nils tells a different story. Then again, since when do you get together after a blowjob?

Culture: I actually have no idea why Simon is having breakfast at Skogsbacken, since regular schools only cover lunch for students, everyone eats breakfast at home, and then goes to school. Then again, it allows a scene where (Never mind, they're having lunch, thanks @kamand !) Blink and you miss it: Wilhelm casts some nervous glances at Simon after having been called out for disappearing at the party and almost forced to confess to making out with someone.

Culture: I know Felice is trying to put August down, but don't knock a proper Swedish pizza! As much as I like living in the US, they can't fucking make pizzas here, and the first thing I eat every time I go back to Sweden is always a real pizza. With pineapple and shrimp as God intended pizza to be made!

Culture: August is namedropping ski resorts in the Alps, which is where you go skiing in Europe if you have money, although Saint-Martin-de-Belleville is actually near Val Thorens in France, while Verbier is in Switzerland. It does have a three-star restaurant, though. Sweden and Norway have a couple of decent ski resorts, but the Scandinavian mountain chain is simply not as impressive as the Alps.

Subtext: Remember Wilhelm getting up and hurrying to math class in the beginning of the scene? It was so he could grab the other seat next to Simon, because he knows Simon is gonna sit next to Sara, since no-one else does.

Culture: Formally greeting your teacher before class is very uncommon in Sweden, but since Hillerska is all about discipline and tradition, of course they do it. Note that they're again using the formal Swedish title for male teachers, Magister, which in a regular school would be kind of a joke, since teachers and students are on a first-name basis with each other.

Subtext: Wilhelm is exposing how the world works if you have money. At Simon's old school, studying alone would result in good grades, but Hillerska is slightly corrupt and almost expects the students to essentially pay for getting a good grade.

Subtext: Simon is lying to his teacher, he absolutely hasn't talked to his parents about paying for private lessons.

Subtext: No, Sara absolutely does care about what other people think about her, and when she directly tells Felice that she would actually like some friends, that's when Felice gets it and starts making an effort to become real friends with her.

Culture: They're all bilingual at Simon's home, they're all speaking Spanish and Swedish, although Linda has a very noticeable accent to her Swedish. Based on demographics and statistics, the most likely scenario is that Linda immigrated to Sweden from Chile, met Micke, and started a family. In real life, Omar Rudberg was born in Venezuela and grew up in Sweden, while Carmen Gloria Pérez was born in New York, and grew up in Puerto Rico.

Subtext: Remember how I talked in the intro post about how distant social classes know nothing of each other? Ayub and Rosh are either working class or lower middle class like Simon, and since rowing is a typical upper class sport, they know nothing of it, they don't even think of it as a real sport. Unlike football, which is a proper working class sport, they know all about that!

Subtext: Scandinavia has Jantelagen, and everyone there thinks it's uniquely Scandinavian, but all countries have some form of Tall Poppy Syndrome. In this scene, Simon is starting to make a class journey, he started rowing, he started trying to fit in with the other upper-class kids, and getting into a relationship with someone as upper-class as Wilhelm would definitely move him all the way. But going on a journey means leaving things behind, which is why Rosh and Ayub are cutting him down and literally turning their backs on him. They like it in the small town of Bjärstad, why can't he be happy there too? Why is he betraying his roots?

Subtext: This comment from August nicely foreshadows a later episode when August does something traceable on a School computer...

Subtext: What August means is that he's not sure Wilhelm has the same desire to be accultured into the upper class, to play the part of a proper prince, in the same way that he and Erik have accepted their roles and are even enjoying them.

Culture: Although it's impossible to read the name of the medicine, the paper tag on the bottle indicates that it's some kind of prescription medicine. From the conversation with Vincent, we learn that it's some kind of ADHD medication, probably some kind of Dextroamphetamine since those improve athletic ability and cognitive functions in healthy people.

Culture: Birkenstock sandals are associated with hippies in Sweden as well as in many parts of the world, so August is actually saying that the school counselor isn't really part of the same upper-class society as the rest of the staff. And again, his use of the word sosse drives the point home.

Subtext: Consequently, the counselor sees right through August and refuses to immediately prescribe him the medication that he wants...

Subtext: ...even though August tries to both bribe him and threaten him into giving him the medication he wants.

Subtext: A big theme of this episode is class journeys, and in this scene and a previous exercise scene, August gushes about how good a thing that is, how proud he is of Simon for going on one, and spouts some crap about how everyone can make it if they really want to.

Subtext: Thankfully, Madison says what we're all thinking: August is full of shit, life isn't fair, and they're only at the school because they were born into privilege.

Blink and you miss it: After Wilhelm has nervously texted his crush for the first time, he starts to bite his fingernails, but quickly stops himself, because why would he be nervous? He's just texting another boy about rowing practice, there's nothing more to it!

Subtext: Simon's texting game is on point though, he knows exactly what he should write to get Wilhelm to go on a totally-not-a-date with him.

Subtext: In the same way that August couldn't convince the counselor about being sick, I don't think Wilhelm's atrocious acting here convinces August that he's sick either.

Culture: Public transport in the greater Stockholm area - or wherever we're supposed to be - is of course cash-less, and you pay by either charging a special card, or by signing up in their app and buying tickets through there. The point of this scene though is to drive home how Wilhelm has never ever had to take the bus before in his life, and therefore has no idea how it works.

Culture: The totally-not-a-date starts at a Circle K, which in Sweden is just another gas station, but it is actually a Canadian multi-national convenience store corporation. The price of gas is of course posted in kr/l, and 13.98kr/l corresponds to roughly $6/gal.

Subtext: Throughout the totally-not-a-date, Wilhelm is trying to reach for common ground with Simon, trying to show him how he's just a regular guy...

Subtext: ...but then real life intrudes, Wilhelm is recognized by some local girls, who call out to him and run away giggling, which shows how he's not a regular guy, he's going to get recognized wherever he goes.

Culture: Kokt eller grillat, boiled or grilled, are the two ways you can get your hot-dog at pretty much any hot-dog place in Sweden, and ketchup and mustard is always offered. The correct answer to this question is of course grilled, with ketchup and mustard, and this just shows that Wilhelm is a man of culture and good taste. Unfortunately, they were out grilled ones, so they all got boring soggy boiled hot-dogs instead. Is there a metaphor here? I don't know.

Subtext: Again, the show drives home the point that absolutely no-one has a problem with people being gay. Simon is clearly out to Ayub and the rest of his friends, and Ayub immediately picks up on the fact that this is totally a date.

Blink and you miss it: Ayub nudges Simon with his elbow to tell him that he should make a move on Wilhelm.

Culture: What we're looking at is just the local junior/high school football team, Bjärstad, playing a match against some other unnamed junior football team. Since the stakes are super low, the audience basically consists of whichever parents and friends of the players that could be bothered showing up.

Culture: Driving age is 18 in Sweden, and even then getting your own car at that age is extremely uncommon. However, you can easily get a license for a moped when you turn 15, so these are the vehicles of choice for teenagers to get around.

Subtext: August found out about Wilhelm's trip to town, but his main problem with it is that he wants Wilhelm to stop slumming it with lower class people, and to start hanging out with everyone at school instead, so that he can be properly accultured into the upper class. Again, sosse in this context means working class, not socialist.

Subtext: Although Simon felt really great about his first date with Wilhelm, the text message reminds him that Wilhelm isn't a regular person, and that even this innocent little trip generates interest and scrutiny, and can't be posted publicly.

Culture: As everyone should have noticed by now, Madison keeps speaking English, while everyone speaks to her in Swedish, so clearly she understands it. But here she gives her motivation for sticking to English, and that is that she doesn't feel she's good enough at speaking Swedish. Boarding schools like Hillerska attracts international students that have some kind of connection to the country, so a likely scenario is that Madison grew up in the US with a Swedish parent, and she's being sent here to experience Swedish culture and get immersed in the language to learn it better.

Cinematography: This shot of August drives really home all the pressure he is under, he's out of drugs, the headmistress just hinted that he's out of money, and he's literally being weighed down by books and work-out weights.

Subtext: Simon has kept his visits to Micke a secret from Sara, so here he has to intervene to make sure August doesn't accidentally reveal this to her. He also wants to protect his sister, so he's redirecting August's search for drugs onto himself.

Subtext: And on the flipside, Simon isn't really telling his dad that Sara still hates him and really doesn't want to see him, so he's vague when Micke asks about Sara and Linda.

Culture: Finally a bottle of medicine where we can read the label! Unfortunately for Simon, this is Tramadol, an opiate prescribed for pain relief, which is the complete opposite of the kind of drugs August wants.

Subtext: If you haven't figured out yet that this episode is about class journeys, August spells it out for us here. However, the reason he's "congratulating" Simon in front of everybody is because Simon just supplied him with more drugs, so this is his way of thanking him, since he can't really pay him.

Blink and you miss it: For a split second, Wilhelm grabs Simon's leg during the scary scene.

Subtext: The entire dialogue of the movie works as subtext for what's actually going on between Wilhelm and Simon at this point, and Wilhelm is getting a little freaked out by this sneaky display of affection.

Subtext: The movie also puts words on the implications of Wilhelm getting together with a boy, what about having kids in the future? Can you carry on your family name and traditions, or will they die with you?

Lost in translation: The plaque actually says "FEEL YOUR RESPONSIBILITY FOR THE HERITAGE". Even though the plaque means the heritage and legacy of the school itself, Wilhelm is thinking about his legacy, his heritage, and how getting together with Simon would threaten that.

Lost in translation: Wilhelm actually says "jag är inte en..." - "I'm not a..." before he stops himself. So it's not possible that he was trying to say "I'm not gay", because that doesn't work grammatically in Swedish either. He could be trying to say "I'm not a guy like that" or "I'm not a guy who likes guys", that would work.

Cinematography: The framing and silhouetting of this shot is just chef's kiss. The outline of their hair allows us to see who is who, and we can see from their poses that Simon is welcoming a kiss, while Wilhelm is still hesitating.

[narumiigenn]

classmate!shinichiro stealing sneaky glances at you during class, observing the way you tuck strands of your hair behind you ear, fully concentrated in your homework.

he knows all about your little habits, like the way you’ll chew on your pinky finger whenever you’re thinking too hard. the way you’ll use your blue mechanical pencil for maths, and the purple one for biology.

classmate!shinichiro who endures the most boring classes just to get a chance to talk to you, even though he often skips before you showed up one fine day as a transfer student.

it was love at first sight, really. you’re everything he isn’t. beautiful, kind-hearted, perfect, flawless, smart, a bright future ahead of you, how can he not?

is it delusional of him to wish for a future with you? holding your hand, going on dates, listening to you talk about medical terms he has 0 knowledge about, growing old with you. he knows it’s near impossible. you’re perfect, he just isn’t.

shinichiro

the way you call his name always seemed so delicate. you’re always so shy, so soft-spoken. even to him, an average high schooler who runs with gangs during his free time. you knew, everybody knew who he is.

shinichiro sano, the notorious leader of black dragon.

he expected for you to turn away from him. run away, hide, stop talking to him in your gentle tone. and he would understand, because you deserved better than that, he knew.

and yet, you didn’t stop. you’re still asking if he needed help with his maths homework. passing you a spare pencil because you knew he wouldn’t bother to bring one to school. stays after school to patch up his injuries after seeing the state of his bruised face.

shinichiro

shinichiro

“shinichiro!” you tapped his shoulder, calling for his attention as he shifts in his sleep. he didn’t respond. you guessed it’s been a rough night of gang activities again. shrugging your shoulders, you allow your fingers to run along his cheek bones, admiring shinichiro sano’s handsome face.

“(y/n)…. I like.. you… sooooo much” you hear him grunt in his slumber. glancing around the empty room, taking note of the absence of your classmates as they’ve made their way to the cafeteria for lunch, you smiled to yourself and lowered your upper body to whisper into his ear.

“I like you too, shinichiro sano”

sweet dreams

[i-luv-sweets]

|Use Less Gun| Yandere Engie x reader Part 5

Something made your stomach uneasy. Throughout your school day the feeling twisted and contorted into a conflicted mess. Perhaps it was the thought of your math teacher...or perhaps it was Tia snoring into your ear.

“Tia...Tia! Wake up! The subject is ending.” You whisper yelled to the half awake girl. Tia fluttered her eyes desperately trying to awaken herself.

“Sorry Y/N...Scoince..borin...” The young girl’s eyes started to drop as every sluggish word she spoke became more and more flagging. A peeved groan escaped you.

Luckily for your friend, the teacher seemed to not mind. In fact he laughed it off and joked about pouring ice water on sleeping students. Mr.Johnson was one of the good ones you had to admit. After classes Tia cheerfully sauntered down the hall.

“So birthday girl, excited for Saturday? Only four days away.” The brown haired girl nodded in enthusiasm.

“I expect you to post of of your books for my birthday gift. Preferably one of the adventure fantasy.” She spoke with a sly smile. her words only made you roll your eyes playfully.

”Do me a favor”

You overheard in the large crowd of students, unsure to why you overheard it. You shouldn’t be eavesdropping, you thought. Fidgeting with the strap of your backpack, you gave her a small smile.

“I can’t do that Tia, I still need to impro-” The female hastily put a finger to your lips.

“You will ruin the birthday wish. Please, please!” The urge for you to refuse grew strong inside you. However Tia’s pleading gaze made it hard to turn down.

“What if I fail Tia? They will-”

“They won’t ban you, you’re being dramatic. Just keep trying again and again.” She spoke with a deadpan before patting your back with a beaming smile.

“I’m your number 1 fan!” 

Soon you parted ways with Tia, starting to stroll back to your apartment. With every step you took the same festering displeasure started to overcome you. It was certain that you turned in every assignment. You didn’t forget anything did you? It was a couple of blocks before you reached home, so it wouldn’t hurt to check.

Kneeling down you unzipped your backpack. Rummaging through your books and papers, there didn’t seem to be anything missing. Then the sound of dense footsteps reached your ears. Danger.

That’s what shot through you. The flooding feeling of caution and hazard. Picking up your back you staggered forward. You didn’t dare look back. It was your mind maybe? If you cross the street and they don’t follow you then you were safe right? Following your idea, you crossed the street. 

The feeling of dread went through you once the footsteps didn’t fade away. Your heart was set into a frantic motion, almost feeling as if it were to burst. 

This was no time to panic or go home. It was time to be smart about this. You walked in busy streets and stayed near other people. You wanted to glance back but you were too distressed. You knew you couldn’t stay outside forever. What was the plan? The police station is too far away to just walk.

“Need a lift sugercube?” Your eyes quickly focused on the familiar person in the car. Nodding your head you walked up to the vehicle without a second thought and climbed in.

Upon closing the door you left out a sigh of relief. Unwinding from the experience that you had just encountered.

“Y/N, ya looked uncomfortable there. Was somethin wrong?” All you did to respond was nod. Your brain was still processing what could’ve happened.

“I think I was being followed.” You mumbled, looking out the window to hopefully take a glance at the stalker. However with the many people walking around, it was impossible to pinpoint who was following you. Dell hummed in understanding.

“Yeah that fella with a messy hair do. Ah don’t mean ta sound creepy, but ah saw you walk for awhile with that guy followin ya.” The texan explained keeping his eyes on the road.

Taking your eyes off of the window you looked at Dell with a small smile.

“No need to apologise Dell, i’m glad you saw what happened. Don’t know what i’d do id you weren’t there.” The sentence that Engie heard filled him with delight. It felt nice to be the reason on why you were safe.

“Weren’t no thang. Ah just want you safe.” He said now pulling up to your apartment. 

The two of you left the car and entered the elevator.

“You should be more careful from now on. Ya don’t know when tha guy will come back.” You agreed with him. Whoever that was, they probably were gonna try again.

“I’ll maybe bring a taser in my backpack.” You half joked to the texan. He chuckled and nodded at your suggestion.

“Won’t be a bad idea. Just remind me not ta scare you.” He spoke trying to poke fun at the situation and lift it somehow. Not long after, the elevator doors released to expose the hallway to your apartment.

For the next hour you both went over topics. However Dell found it difficult to focus on the subject. The words formed into incoherent jumbles in his mind. All he could think about was your frightened expression. You eyes when desperately walking away showing signs of dread and stress. Then that man. No that wasn’t a man, he looked younger. The same age as Y/N. There was a dark purple backpack hanging onto him. Which meant he was from a school. 

Dell knew he shouldn’t be meddling in other people’s business but you were his friend. It would be terrible if you got hurt. He can’t just stand by and let that happen. It was that and also the fact that he was slightly smitten with you. His eyes soon wandering to your slightly messy hair, though you looked so pretty with that wild and free look. Glancing up at the man you saw his softened eyes.

Giving him a quirky grin you raised a brow.

“Oh? What are you staring at cowboy?”

Engie’s face flushed deep red upon being caught.

“Sorry, sorry, ah was lost in thought. Ah wasn’t starings ah-ah, oh dagnabbit.” You couldn’t help but giggle at his flustered expression.

“I was just teasing, it’s me who is sorry.” You spoke placing a hand on his shoulder to try and calm him down. Dell studied your face as his reddened face now turned into a light pink. It appeared to him that you believed his half fast lie.

“ s’alriaght you were just jokin. Anyway any other subject?” He asked trying to advert the situation.

Giving you a moment to think, Engineer was responded with a simple shake of the head. 

“Our time is up anyways. You should be heading home.” You suggested, the feeling of distress once again festering in your stomach. To be frank, you didn’t want him to leave yet. May it be the adrenaline still in you or how he was a comforting friend, you just didn’t want him to leave yet. Inside Engineer’s mine he himself did not want to depart from you too. It was beyond comprehension as to why someone followed you. However Dell didn’t want to take chances.

There was a monotone silence between the two of you. The cumbersome feeling of not being alone you both had somehow made it worse. It was clear as crystal to the two of you though. It could be through intuition or just the fact that none of you decided to move.

“Say, you were bein watched. This may be outta line, but would it be ok if ah stay tha naight?” 

“Sure why not?” You responded too quickly for your liking. Almost sounded like you were desperate. You cringed at that singular thought.

With you agreeing though, it somehow identified like this was a usual thing for the two of you.

“It’s not out of line, I trust you.” The word trust shouldn’t be used lightly, you knew this. However you sensed that it could be your people pleaser side talking.

“Mighty kind of ya.” Dell said with modesty in his tone and a broad grin.

“I’ll just order food, lord knows what might happen this time.” You jested leading the texan to chuckle.

“Nah don’t waste your money. Ya paid last taihm, it’s mah turn.” 

Dell was glad that the tension was gone. Though in the back of his mind he still felt like he was overstepping too much. They just started to become friends and he’s once again staying over. You must of sensed some type of worry from him because you patted his back.

“So what ya feel like ordering?” The mild distraction calmed his thoughts. That and the sweet smile you were giving him. Oh dear, he was falling into a rabbit hole. One that had the possibility of him not getting out. But that didn’t seem like a bad thing at all in his mind.

You both just ordered a random food and sat on the couch waiting. It was very serene and nice just hanging out with your friend. Dell had a creeping question in his mind. Did you have a job? That wasn’t any of his business and he was pretty sure he had overstepped too much to even question. So it might’ve been best if he stayed quiet.

The rest of the night was tranquil, all you both did was eat and watch TV until it became late.

“Ah shoot, ah left mah phone in my car. Ah’ll be raight back.” Engie spoke up and was met with you giving him a small smile and nodding.

“I’ll ready up the guest room. Or well, Tia’s room.” You stampered out, now making a dorky look. Nodding he left your apartment and closed the door to go to his car.

The walk wasn’t that long, soon he was at his car. Opening the door he took out his phone and placed it in his pocket. Turning around to head back inside he felt something off. Looking around, he took in his surroundings. Nothing looked out of place. Keeping his guard up Engie walked back inside to the elevator. Upon exiting the elevator he saw someone talking to you in the doorway. A boy with messy hair and a purple bag.

From the look on your face you were ready to close the door. Adrenaline shot through him before he hurriedly speed walked towards the two of you.

While Engie was tying him up you went inside to call the cops. This was going to be a long night, you knew this too well.

“I’m sorry but I was about to head to bed.”

“No it’s fine I just wanted to talk anyways.”

“Who are ya?” Dell suddenly spoke up with a stoic look on his face. Studying the person more, he had light brown hair with freckles. His body was a lean type, one with a gangling figure. His hoodie that he wore had a few holes tattered here and there. His pants looked messy as well since one pants leg was pulled up while the other was down.

“Oh i’m a friend of Y/N. She invited me.” Now what kind of half assed lie was that?

You shook your head at Dell. Showing no indication that you have invited this young man over. Luckily the visitor didn’t catch that from you. Engineer narrowed his eyes to the stranger.

“Ah don’t recall Y/N inviting ya. It was just tha two of us.” The young man rolled his eyes seeming agitated by the interruption.

“Look you’re just not a close friend to her like I am.”

How many times was he just going to lie. Engie shook his head and took a step forward.

“Ah don’t want to be rude. But you best be off now stringbean. It’s clear that she doesn’t want anything to do with ya.” He spoke with a reasonable and calm tone. You backed into your apartment slowly, none of the men noticing your disappearance.

“Don’t tell me what to do! I just need to talk to her and that’s it!” The guy exclaimed reaching for something in his bag.

Dell was quick to reach in his pants pocket as well. The stranger pulled out a hammer and charged towards the texan. But was met with a frying pan to the face. Engineer was flabbergasted at what just took place. His eyes then landed on you holding a dark frying pan in your hand. With the man on the floor and supposedly knocked out. 

Swiftly moving his hand away from his pocket, Dell gave you an astounded look.

“Hot damn you could hit.” He commented making you awkwardly laugh and rubbing the back of your neck.

“The pan did all the work...So what do we do with him?” You asked now staring at the man who was out cold. Engie’s gaze faltered between the man and you.

“It should be best ta tie him up. Then we can call tha police.”

You walked inside your home and only found zip ties. An unpleasant shudder went through your spinal cord. You were lucky, too lucky. If Dell wasn’t here, you would’ve gotten hurt. The worse case scenario would be you dead. You couldn’t ignore the appalling unconfined fear surging through you. Too many scenarios flooding into your head and seeping in. Shaking off the horrific scenes, you staggered back to Engineer.

“I only got zip ties.”

“Guess that’ll do.” He said taking the two zip ties and tying up both the legs and hands together.

[youarejesting]

Sly like a… ? Part 8

[Master list] [Sly Master List] Beta: n/a (at the moment) Rating: All Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story. Words: 2.2k

Summary: Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.

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With Yoongi hauled up in his room, you began speaking with each of the boys and discussing where their learning levels were, you started with Jungkook, Taehyung, and Hoseok, you sat them at the table and started to teach them the basics of the Korean language and Maths they were quick to learn as they weren’t children and by the end of the week, you had them at a mid highschool level.

You taught all of the Hybrids about internet and phone safety, not giving out their number to random people they didn’t know. They all agreed and after a long discussion on scammers and voice phishing, they all seemed to understand.

Learning how to use computer documents and the internet and more, you explained virus’ and online shopping and you explained that you wanted them to have free reign. So, if they had something they wanted to buy to go to you.

“Unless it is something you are not comfortable asking from Y/n then please feel free to ask me instead.” Jimin said, “I can also get you things you might want or need?”

“Okay, now onto the final topic of today is finding a degree, you don’t have to choose exactly what you want to do with your life right now,” You stressed, hoping they knew they had plenty of time to explore their options. “but, maybe think about jobs you might have seen in movies or read about or heard about and I will help you achieve that dream”

You placed down a few booklets of jobs and they looked at you, “Yoongi you are already halfway through your degree and you said you wished to continue it, so you start next week, please let me know if there is anything you need.”

“And afterward if you ever need a job, if this program gets approved, I will need someone like you in my team.” You smiled, ever since the outing to the shop, Yoongi has been quite cold towards you and it hurt but you knew he would understand soon.

Namjoon told you he wanted to be a businessman, you signed him up for a bachelor of commerce and he was speeding through the classes like they were a children's book. But though he knew everything he didn’t exactly understand the point of the essays and assignments.

You talked him through it and explained that they wanted him to show off what he learned so they knew he was smart enough to pass, he still had three more weeks before school started and you were worried he would have already finished all the essays and assignments.

You heard Taehyung saying he wanted to be an actor or maybe a photographer and you wanted his dreams to come true. “if you finish an acting course, maybe Jimin and I can put in good words in some agencies?”

That got you thinking where was the calico, he hadn’t left the house, maybe he was in his room listening to music or something. Your focus was taken up by the two young men in front of you both flicking through the booklets of perspective courses and careers.

“Ooh directing would be fun?” Jungkook pretended to film Taehyung who immediately started acting out a rather elaborate scene worthy of any K-drama, the two laughing at the silly monologue, “or maybe gaming?”

The cheeky grin on Jungkook's face made your heart flutter. He was almost twenty-four, his birthday nearing and if you remembered correctly so was Namjoon’s. They were all classified as adults but were they ever given the chance to just be giggly, playful boys?

It was almost dinner, you stood up and as you walked past the two hybrids you ran your fingers through their hair. Leaning between them, you held their shoulders.

“I will be back, keep thinking and mark any pages with these sticky notes, purple for Kookie and green for TaeTae,” it was strange but both young men turned their head into your neck and nuzzled you for a second a low purr from the feline and a rhythmic wag of the tail from the canine. You went to leave, your heart stuttering at their affection before anything awkward happened.

“Y/n smells nice, doesn’t she?” Taehyung’s voice was low and Jungkook’s answering purr left you feeling a little warm under the collar. The ghosts of their tiny breaths against your neck would not leave you, the skiing tingling under your touch.

Shaking your head trying to clear it of anything that could be deemed impure and strolling the hall until you reached Yoongi’s door. Knocking softly the door opened to reveal Jimin smiling.

“Hello love,” Jimin flashed the dangerous eye smile and you wondered if the boys were nearing their ruts, that would be a conversation after dinner. Yoongi was sitting on the bed looking at the unopened box of headphones, phone, and laptop.

“Am I interrupting something, I can come back later?” you rambled, gesturing down the hall, “I was just wanting to see where everyone was as I was thinking about starting dinner.”

“Yoongi and I were just talking, but I think we have both come to a comfortable conclusion of topics.” He smiled patting the older feline's shoulder, “Thanks for the talk, it's nice to finally have some brothers.”

“Yoongi, I-”

“I’m sorry,” Yoongi interrupted you and his cheeks were dusted pink, he didn’t look up from the bed where all the devices sat. His tail curled around onto his lap and his ears twitched listening intently for your reaction. “Jimin said you weren’t like that and you really just wanted to get us nice things,”

He opened the special hybrid headphones and grinned as they sat on his head like a headband and cupped his ears gently, you opened his phone and found his favorite song hoping to test the headphones.

“Tell me if they work okay, or if they need charge,” standing in front of him you turned the headphones on and attempted to Bluetooth them to the phone. Making sure to turn the volume down before playing the song. His eyes lit up and his tail gave a long elegant swish, he looked so cute and you had to suppress a laugh at how his hair was all bunched up in the headband.

You moved a little closer still and began running your fingers through his hair until it fell over the headband, Yoongi tensed and surprised you by clutching the hem of your overall shorts and nuzzled his face into your stomach, his neck bright red. You froze and gently finished with his hair and stepped back and smiled pausing the song.

“I fixed your hair, cause it was all caught in your headphones,” you explained and he looked down growing almost impossibly red. You reached out and carded your fingers through his hair affectionately. In a gesture that had often calmed Jimin as a child, you rubbed your bare wrist against his neck.

A purr almost ripped through Yoongi as his tail swished dangerously. You stepped away heading for the door, “I just wanted to ask if you wanted to help me make dinner?”

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