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How to Help Your Child Excel in Math: Practical Strategies for Boosting Math Skills
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Mathematics is a foundational skill that contributes significantly to a childâs cognitive development and overall academic success. Whether your child finds math enjoyable or challenging, there are practical strategies you can employ to help them excel in the subject. This comprehensive guide outlines effective approaches to boosting your childâs math skills while fostering a love for math thatâŠ
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yknow i try to ignore the thoughts about possibly having dyscalculia but every time i think about it i just wonder, why are people so unwilling to hear me out on it?
#like come the fuck on man ive been having stupid difficulties with math clocks and numbers in general for my whole life#needed extensive tutoring and help all my life and none of it was effective and i was just seen as lazy and unwilling to study by myself#but i dunno#i still need tutoring but i just cant be bothered anymore lol even if i had tutoring i would still be repeatedly asked why im doing bad#and being told that clearly tutoring must be a waste of money if im still getting bad grades#but i dunno why no one is willing to hear me out on it! i feel like im trying to just make some extensive disorder/disability list but nah#i look at the things i very much struggle with and want to find the root of the problem
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A half-assed whiteboard imitation of Edwin Landseerâs Scene from A Midsummer Nightâs Dream (1851), done in a few minutes in Expo marker on 11/17/2022
Yes, it is currently sitting on the same whiteboard as where I drew Regina on Monday. As of yet, no one has erased either of them.Â
#i know the tutor who works in that room on fridays and he said he'd keep an eye on them#process was the same as regina. i looked at a computer and copied in my notebook. then copied my notebook drawing lazily to the board.#i kinda like the lines and unclear style of white board drawings. they allow my flaws to look more stylized#also copying a secondhand source definitely has a different effect than if i were trying to copy the original which id never drawn before#theyd come out a lot less messy-by-nature and more messy-with-effort... not the look i prefer. i like getting a pencil practice first#maybe one day ill show the pencil drawings in my sketchbooks along w these. if i ever post enough.#this is definitely something id love to keep doing#2022#college years#drawing#my drawing#art#visual art#my art#edward landseer#shakespeare#a midsummer night's dream#i was pleasantly surprised nobody erased regina. when i looked in this afternoon (3 days later) the board was completely empty but her.#kaily said if i was drawing smth else on the board i should erase one of them. but she liked bottom and titania better.#and i said i couldnt do that to lizzie... not after being so proud that she'd made it this far you know? 3 whole days in a math center?#that's nothing to be ashamed of.#the fact that it was left up despite that board being used daily is kinda like. aw :'''") it meant smth. they thought it worth keeping.#even if only for another day. and that's kinda touching.#these may both be erased someday by who knows who and who knows when. i probably won't be there. i couldnt stand to view it.#perhaps it's that kind of uncertainty of the art that imitates life. hmm yes quite.
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CHERRY â psh. â
a lollipop a day keeps park sunghoon awayâŠ
# genre: outcast!sunghoon x class prez!fem!reader, enemies to lover, slow burn, high school au, 90âs au
# warnings: insults, minor violence, substances/partying, cursing, lil makeout sesh, minor bullying, portrays some idols in a bad light; inaccurate and not how I view them!
# featuring: sunghoon & enha! + txt + aespa
# playlist: not for sale by enhypen, still into you by paramore, chaser by woodz, high school sweethearts by melanie martinez
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it isnât a well disguised fact that park sunghoon doesnât like youâno, hate would be a better word. park sunghoon hates you, and he makes it clear to everyone who knows him. but when you leave him a different flavored lollipop every day, it gets a little harder to loathe you.
[more under the cut!]
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đđđđđ - chapter i.
Park Sunghoon finds solace in the fact that he annoys you.Â
He isnât sure he truly does, as youâre quite adept at keeping your face blank when something pisses you off. But for a moment, that bright, customer-service smile slips, and the left corner of your lip twitches when he sneers at you from across the room. Thatâs how he likes it. He likes that he has an effect on you, negative or otherwise, although it was always the former.
âYou need to let it go.â Jake sighed as he watched Sunghoonâs eyes follow you across the room when you stand to pass out the second semester chemistry syllabus. âI donât even understand why you donât like her."
âHow could you not?â he phrased his question like a statement.
âWell, first of all, sheâs my math tutor.â Jake says, smacking the top of his best friendâs head with a rolled up spiral notebook, crumpling his notes. âSo I have to get along with her. And second of all, she makes it pretty easy considering sheâs such a catch.â Sunghoon groaned in annoyance, a petulant frown on his pretty face.
âGod, youâre so brainless.â Sunghoon whined. âYouâre just another one of the idiots completely infatuated with her.âÂ
Well, why wouldnât he be? Youâre the president of the school council, head of the party planning committee, photographer of the yearbook club, and the school newspaperâs best writer. Itâs an intricate balancing act, and a wonder that you could keep it up on the daily.
âIâm not infatuated.â Jake said with an indignant hiss. âI just donât hold stupid grudgesâ shit, sheâs coming.â The Aussie cleared his throat and painted an enthusiastic and eager smile onto his face as you approached the boyâs shared table.
âGood morning.â you chirped, and Jake grinned in response. âHereâs the syllabus.â You passed a double sided sheet of paper to each of them, gently setting it down on the desk. It didnât escape Sunghoonâs attention that his was wrapped up in a roll, a piece of tape closing the document into a cylinder. You sent him a soft smile, looking at him through your lashes, before backing away from the table and moving onto the next pair of students who were waiting to receive their assignment. Sunghoon rolled his eyes, hesitantly peeling off the strip of adhesive and unrolling the paper to reveal the object inside, Jake peering curiously over his shoulder in an attempt to see.
âGod, sheâs still at it.â Sunghoon groaned, reaching down to pick up a small lollipop, a vivid yellow and wrapped in a holographic piece of cellophane with a little red ribbon tying it closed. âI thought she mightâve stopped.â
âDude, youâre so lucky.â Jake breathed enviously, and Sunghoon looked at him with distaste. âYou know how many guys in this school would kill to get a lollipop from her?â Sunghoon ignored his best friend's implorations, unwrapping the treat and shoving it into his mouth.Â
Lemon. He hated lemon.Â
When he looked back to the front of the classroom, you were setting the remaining stack of papers on the teacherâs desk, peeking at Sunghoonâs reaction. You seemed somewhat pleased to see the boy sucking on the sweet you had left him, and you sent a bright smile in his direction. His eyes were drawn to your shirt, which was adorned with what he thought was a very tacky depiction of a dove and some hearts, and he inwardly grimaced. Apparently, it wasnât too inward judging by the look on your face.Â
He smirked, lifting up his hand and subtly sending you a different kind of bird with his middle finger. Your smile dropped entirely, and you rubbed your lips together in annoyance, retreating to your desk with a mix of frustration and despondence. That made him very satisfied.
âWould it kill you to be nice for once?â Jake asked, a skeptical look on his face as he watched the entire encounter go down. Sunghoon shrugged, setting his hand down on his desk and strumming his slender fingers on the wooden surface.
âProbably.â
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Today was yet another failed attempt at making Park Sunghoon like you.Â
You had to admit, you werenât entirely pleased with your lollipop arrangement, and by that, you meant that you hated it. Treating Sunghoon like a human being with real emotions was so hard when he was such a piece of shit. You let out an exhausted sigh, hopping onto the counter of the candy shop. Your best friend laughed at your theatrics, wiping his hand with a white rag and tossing you a packet of red licorice.
âWhatâs the problem?â Jungwon asked inquisitively as though he didnât already know the answer. âSunghoon again?â His tone was filled with pity, and you hated it. You rolled onto your stomach, ripping open the packaging and tucking one of the red ropes into your mouth with a heavy sigh, blinking twice hard, before frowning.
âHeâs not budging.â
âThatâs a shame. Iâm almost out of lollipop flavors.â Jungwon tutted with disappointment, reaching into his pocket and removing his hand with a treat, barely able to hold back the anticipating grin on his face. He tossed it to you. âOr am I?â
âYouâre a lifesaver.â you sighed, pocketing it. âIâm not sure how you keep coming up with more.â Your best friend simply shrugged, tucking his hands into his pockets.
âChefâs secret,â he smiled.
Jungwon had adored candy since you met him, but the only thing he adored more than eating candy was making candy. This came in handy during basically every holiday or romance related occasion. A handmade bouquet of chocolate covered strawberries, a box filled to the brim with toffee, or a lollipop. He liked lollipops the most. âMaybe you should stop with the lollipops. Iâm down to my last vial 0f strawberry flavoring and our restock isnât until next Monday.â he scrunched his nose up at the thought.
âWhat if he gets pissed off once I stop giving him them, and then he gets even meaner?â you wondered aloud. âWhat would I do then?â
âUm, report him to the principal?â Jungwon suggested, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and you shot up into a sitting position.
âAbsolutely not.â you hissed. âI have to beat him.â You raised your fist to the air, seething with vengeance. âI will make that pretty bastard like me, goddamn it.â This was it. Jungwon was convinced that you had finally gone âround the bend. A ringing sound resounded through the shop as someone pushed through the front door with a grin.
âDid someone say pretty bastard?â he said, arms held out playfully as he turned his nose up to the ceiling. You only pouted in response. âAwww, baby whatâs wrong?â he asked, circling his hands around your waist and pressing a kiss to your forehead while Jungwon stuck out his tongue.
âOh, itâs nothing.â you dismissed the topic with a wave of your hand and a sigh. You knew very well that if Heeseung got word of the way Sunghoon was treating you, youâd have a dead body on your hands. âHow was practice?â
âPretty good. Coach says Iâm doing well. Could get a scholarship.â He cuddled up to you, until something hard and spherical hit him in the face, and he gripped his nose with a groan, bending down to pick up the fallen object.
âNo cuddling in the store.â Jungwon said, a hand on the door as he came back to the counter, a thin white stick protruding from his mouth. âItâll scare the customers.â
âLikely.â Heeseung scoffed, yet he pulled the wrapper off the lollipop and shoved it in his mouth, swirling the sphere on his tongue. âYou wanna go see that new movie, Ten Things I Hate About You? Itâs playinâ tonight and Beomgyu said itâs good.â You laughed, pulling the lollipop out of his mouth with a wet âpopâ sound, and tucking it between your own lips. Jungwon gagged on his lunch.
âI donât trust any movie that Beomgyu says is good.â
âAh, câmon babe. Itâll be fun.â he said, returning his hands to your waist as you smiled. He had a way of making you smile even when you were at your lowest.
âAlright.â you caved, and he pumped his fist, planting a kiss on your cheek.
âGlad you said yes, because I already bought tickets.â You chastised him, but he only laughed and grabbed your waist, lifting you off the counter like a sack of potatoes while you shrieked. âThanks for the sucker, Won!â
âYeah, yeah. Have fun!â he yelled after the two of you until you were out of sight, hopping into his old Dodge Viper with lovesick, giddy smiles on your faces. Then the boy sighed, rolling his eyes. âPricks.â
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âRed Vines.â
âGotta be Charleston Chews.â
âEw, no fucking way. Charleston Chews are just s'mores without the best part.â you scoffed, finger wagging in your boyfriendâs face as the exasperated teenage cashier watched you argue about your candy choices for the movie you were about to watch.
âIâll let that go, because I love you.â he warned. âBut Charleston Chews are the best candy.â Despite his protest, he reached for the Red Vines on the shelf and dropped them next to the cash register as he removed his wallet from his pocket.
âThanks, baby.â you kissed him on the cheek, and he sent you a grin for the reward. âBut they definitely taste like shit.â you said cheekily, and he smacked you lightly on the top of the head, before grabbing your Red Vines and pulling you away.
âIâll get you back for that.â He teased, and you stuck your tongue out. âOh shit, I left my Coke at the register.â You laughed at his blatant forgetfulness as he smacked himself in the forehead. âGo, hurry. Iâll wait here.â He darted out the exit, excusing himself and apologizing as he ran past a pair entering the theater, almost knocking their popcorn out of their hands. âWhereâs he off to in a rush?â one of them asked incredulously, the other mumbling incoherent responses as they seated themselves. Great, the teenage cynics who apparently had a grudge against your boyfriend were sitting right next to you.
âHeeseungâs really been busy lately.â one said, and your ears perked up at their use of his name. âWith scholarships, and all that. Must be hella tired.â The voice sounded oddly familiar, but you couldnât exactly place who it belonged to.
âYeah, as if.â another scoffed. âHeâs probably busy making out with his fuckface girlfriend.â Your eye twitched.
âCâmon, donât be mean. Whatâs she ever done to you?â another said.
âSheâs awful. Youâre so gullible.â the same disparaging voice said, and you huffed. You recognized that drawl, you had heard it somewhere but you werenât sure where. âHeeseungâs an idiot. The both of them can go to hell.â Enough was enough. You stood, reaching over to the cynical boy sitting directly next to you and grabbed the front of his shirt, and even though you couldnât see his face, you could feel his shock.
âYou got something to say about me and my boyfriend?â you hissed.
âHave you had your break today? We all need to get away, thereâs one place thatâs on your way,â the jolly actors sang as the screen suddenly lit up with an advertisement, the lights turning on and revealing the boy before you.Â
âY/n?â Sunghoon asked incredulously, and you grit your teeth. He got a reaction out of you. You had completely played yourself.
Despite your instant regret, you continued to grip on his shirt. âPark Sunghoon.â
âWhat are you doing here?â he hissed under his breath, and your eyes darted to Jake, sitting beside him. He looked utterly stunned. He had never seen you react to Sunghoonâs tauntings before; even Sunghoon never had the pleasure of seeing you burst out in a properly angry reaction.
âSeeing a movie with my boyfriend.â you muttered. Sunghoon didnât respond, and you thought this might be the first time you had seen him off guard.
You dropped his shirt, letting him plop back down onto the cushioned seat.
You had seriously messed up. Sunghoon was never supposed to see you angry, more than anyone. You were about to do some damage control when Heeseung strode straight through the swinging doors with a box of Charleston Chews and a plastic cup of Coke so large it looked like it could cause diabetes immediately upon consumption.
Heeseung always had incredibly bad timing.
âHey baby.â he slid into the seat next to you, pecking a kiss onto your cheek. He coughed on his soda pop when he saw the pair staring at him, seated directly next to you, one boy looking at him like he had just ran over his cat. âOh, hey guys. Jake,â he said, nodding to the older boy of the two. âHowâs varsity tryouts?â
âGoing good.â Jake said meekly. The two were acquainted from their time on the rugby team, yet Jake suddenly felt extremely intimidated by the older boy. You said nothing, leaning back in your seat with a perturbed look on your face.
Once you and Heeseung finally struck up a conversation, Jake leaned in and grabbed the front of Sunghoonâs shirt with an extremely stressed expression.
âAre you trying to get us killed?â
âIâm sorry, I didnât know.â Sunghoon snapped, not sounding sorry at all. âChrist, you really had to book the seats right next to Jack and Joan Sprat?â
âI didnât know theyâd be sitting there.â Jake said through gritted teeth, and it was easy to see that the poor boy was at his breaking point. âI would just like to get through this movie peacefully.â he rubbed his temples, expecting protest. But to Jakeâs surprise, the boy didnât complain. He was much too busy staring at you. âSunghoon?â
âYeah, I got it.â the boy rolled his eyes, turning away. Jake looked at him in a double take, shocked at the boyâs compliancy, but pleasantly surprised.Â
Maybe this would be a nice trip to the theater after all.
Of course, nothing could be peaceful when you and Sunghoon were in the same room together. The tension was undeniable, even to your oblivious boyfriend.
Safe to say you only registered about half of the movie.
Not to say that the film wasnât engrossing. In fact, you were beginning to seriously enjoy it. Sunghoon, however, was enjoying the movie a bit less than you were.
âThis is so fucking stupid.â he muttered to Jake as the main characters bickered on screen. âThis would never happen in real life.â
âThatâs why itâs a movie, dumbass. Now can you shut up? Youâre seriously bumming me out.â Jake snapped back, slapping the back of Sunghoonâs head. Sunghoon reached over to retaliate, knocking his cup of Sprite over in the process, spilling the entire contents of the plastic container directly onto your skirt. You squealed, and Heeseung cursed, pulling you up as he dug in his pockets for napkins. You glared at Sunghoon and saw that he looked rather surprised at his own action, and for a moment you doubted if he did it on purpose. But then the look of shock shifted into one of satisfaction, and you chose to not give him the benefit of the doubt.
âGosh, Iâm sorry.â Sunghoon said in a way that told you he wasnât sorry at all.
âThatâs one hell of a mess.â Heeseung kissed his teeth, attempting to use the napkins to clean off your skirt, but the people behind you began to boo at your obstruction of their view. âAlright people, Jesus. Weâre moving.â He took your hand and pulled you back down, still attempting to dry you off. While you greatly appreciated the effort, it was doing practically nothing to help.
âItâs okay, Hee.â you said, pushing his hands off with a tight smile. âItâll dry.â You sighed, reaching for the box of Charleston Chews. You didnât even like this stupid candy, but you needed something sweet to calm your temper or you were going to kill someone. Your hand exited the box covered in melted chocolate, and you threw your head back in displeasure. But suddenly, an idea struck you.
The sacrifice of your boyfriend's candy was worth it.
You sloppily upturned the box into Sunghoonâs lap, the half-melted chocolate slipping onto his light tan pants as he inhaled sharply, his lip pulled between his teeth.Â
âWhoops.â you said with a smile, turning back to the screen.
Sure, you were done being nice to Park Sunghoon. But you still tucked a sucker into his pocket, hoping he would find it on his way home and at least have some kind of consolation for his ruined trousers.
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Sunghoon collapsed onto his bed, reaching under his bed frame for something beneath. When his hand emerged, it held a dark green spiral notebook, with a pencil held by a strap of elastic. He swirled the lollipop around his mouth, thinking carefully for a few moments before flipping to the next open page on his notebook.
âJune 15th, 1999⊠Strawberry⊠cheesecakeâŠâ He mused under his breath as he jotted it down on the lined paper, biting the inside of his left cheek with furrowed brows. âMaybe just strawberry cream?â he thought to himself, biting the end of his pencil before shaking his head. âHad to be cheesecake.â He surely sounded insane to anyone who was listening from the outside, yet this was a nightly routine for the teen, notebook and pencil in hand as he pondered the flavor of the day.
He had tasted birthday cake, banana split, bubblegum, gingerbread, black licorice, pina colada, pretty much any flavor that even Willy Wonka himself could come up with. He thought he mightâve had every lollipop flavor in the universe, and the pages of his notebook had become worn with your endless supply of sugary treats.
However, he did find it odd that you had never given him cherry before.
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đđđđđ - chapter ii.
There was something you had never told anyone. Not to Heeseung, not even to Jungwon, and you told him just about everything, maybe too much. No, this secret went untold, and you planned to take it with you to your grave.
Park Sunghoon was your first love.
Itâs not like he ever loved you back. This was your freshman year of high school, the first time you met the young charmer, who at the time was wide eyed and raven haired, quiet and not very conversational. At the ripe age of 14, he wasnât fully comfortable in his skin yet, not making many friends and focusing on building his figure skating career rather than on his grades. He was nerdy, he was awkward, and he was always alone in the cafeteria, picking absentmindedly at his food while he daydreamed.Â
He was beautiful. You found yourself unable to look away.
Even in your freshman year, rising up the school hierarchy wasnât difficult. You joined the school council in your first week at Decelis High, easily acquiring the vice president position once election day came around, leading you to take the president position eventually. You started writing in the newspaper club in your second month of high school, your teachers recognizing your potential and promoting you to head editor as well as a journalist, and students immediately began to respect your brave commentary on the schoolâs weak ethics and poor handling of their students. School was improved when you joined, and the student body found that their day brightened up when you walked down the hall with your signature smile.Â
Which is why it was odd that you fell hopelessly head over heels for a quiet boy who interacted with no one and didnât speak unless spoken to, head perpetually in the clouds. And despite your undeniable popularity, he never paid a lick of attention to you.
It took until your junior year for him to even speak to you. When his head wasnât somewhere over the rainbow, he was focusing on skating, skipping classes to run to the rink for a quick session with his trainer. And when he wasnât skating, he was playing soccer. Through the rose tinted lenses of love, you thought he was an excellent player, but supposedly his coach didnât agree. He was benched for nearly all his games.
You never told him you had feelings for him, but the closest you came was when you showed up to the soccer game he was playing in with a button on your shirt that said âGo Sunghoon!â. You cheered for him the entire time, even if the only reason he was playing was because Kang Taehyun had sprained his ankle.Â
Sunghoon scored one goal, but the more experienced player had sucked up the pain and decided to jump into the game last-minute, scoring the winning goal and sending the audience into a frenzy like they had just won the olympics and not an amateur high school soccer game. The team picked up Taehyun on their backs and ran around the field toting him on their shoulders like a trophy, and poor Sunghoon was left on the bench with a frown, wishing that he couldâve been the one on their shoulders being celebrated. You felt so bad for him that you stood up, cupped your hands around your mouth and yelled for his attention, garnering weird stares from those next to you, but you didnât care. When you yelled his name with a cheer, he looked up into the stands and sent you the most luminous smile you had ever seen, one that couldâve made the sun itself envious of his radiance.
Which is why it confused you when he hated your guts less than a year later.
You never really understood why Sunghoon disliked you. It was a mystery, not only to you, but to everyone who knew about it, even Jungwon, who had seen more ugly and intolerable sides of you than anyone. Nobody really knew why Park Sunghoon despised you, so they just stopped trying to figure out why.Â
But not you. You needed to know why he didnât like you, why the boy who you loved so dearly ended up hating you so much he was spiteful at your mere existence.
Your first memory of Sunghoon was the first day of high school, when he came through the school gates with a big, red sucker in his mouth and an overwhelmed look on his face. So you decided lollipops were the best way to win him over.Â
But with every canned stick of orange creamsicle, every discarded cotton candy and crushed lemonade, your feelings slowly left you until the love you once felt for the boy disappeared as he left his tally on your heart, then faded into nothing.
Then you met Heeseung. On January 1st, just as the clock struck midnight at Choi Yeonjunâs New Years party, he asked you to be his girlfriend. And suddenly, you didnât really care if Sunghoon loved you back or not.
But you never stopped wanting him to like you.
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You were entirely done with being nice to Park Sunghoon. After nearly a year of being treated like the scum on the bottom of his shoes, you werenât afraid of him anymore, you werenât afraid of showing him how truly done you were. But Jungwon still had buckets full of lollipops left for you, so you supposed the lollipop charade could go on for a bit longer.
You still didnât like him though. Thatâs what you told yourself.
âSheâs acting differently.â Sunghoon scrunched his eyes into scrutinizing crescents as he watched you stride down the hallway nonchalantly. Just a moment previously, you had met his eyes while you walked, textbook clutched to your chest, and rather than sending him a joyous smile or a wave, you ignored him as though he wasnât even there, which shocked him thoroughly.Â
Plus, it was the fourth period and you hadnât even given him a lollipop yet.
âYouâre just salty that she poured her Charleston Chews on you. Youâre imagining it.â Jake scoffed, eyes attached to his book, scanning over every word.
âNo, you donât get it.â Sunghoon huffed exasperatedly, arms crossed as he watched you saunter to Heeseungâs side and allow him to pull you into his embrace. âSheâs never ignored me like this before. She doesnât just⊠look away.â
âSo she doesnât like you anymore. Big deal.â Jake shrugged, but Sunghoon seemed rather upset by this sudden change of events. âYou fumbled the bag, thatâs all.â Sunghoonâs eyes shot to his shorter companion as they narrowed.
âWhat do you mean?â
âCâmon, dude. You had y/n y/l/n, the ultimate sweetheart of Decelis High, practically begging for your attention, and you were nothing but mean to her. I mean, anyone would want to be in your place. Of course sheâs sick of you.â
âYeah but-â
âBut nothing.â Jake punched Sunghoonâs arm, putting a soft dent in the fabric of his puffy jacket, and the weaker of the two winced. âYou were fucking bogus.â
âYeah, I get it.â Sunghoon snapped, swatting Jakeâs hand away with a scowl. âI was a loser.â When Jake nodded, affirming Sunghoonâs self-diss, he sent him a glare. âWell, what am I supposed to do about it?â
âNothing, bro. Just move on and stop being such a dick.â Jake shrugged, walking away with his nose still buried in his book, leaving Sunghoon to think. Did he really care if you didnât like him anymore? Would it be so bad for you to continue to ignore him?Â
The answer was yes. Undeniably so, because he despised you, and it only brought him more joy to see you struggle. Sunghoon liked being catered to, and you had just taken away his greatest pleasure.Â
The game was on.
âJake, itâs simple.â
âNo, itâs not.â Jake rubbed his forehead frustratedly as you attempted to explain the permutation formula to him for the fortieth time that day. He was supposed to be good at math, at least thatâs what Jay said, and Jay was almost always right. However, you realized after a few tutoring sessions that Jake was a bit less attentive in math class as his friend made him out to be. âWhy is there an exclamation point?â
âThe exclamation point is to demonstrate how youâre supposed to multiply the number by each number following it, consecutively.â Jake looked like you had just told him to grow wings and fly, and you took the paper from his hand with a small giggle. âJesus, Jake. You look like you got three hours of sleep last night and your dog shit in your cereal.â He let out a chuckle.
âYouâve got half of that statement spot on.â
âIâm going to assume itâs the former.â you said playfully.
âYou got it.â he sighed a second time.
âWanna talk about it?â He huffed, like the mere memory of his stressors were enough to upset him even when they werenât present.
âItâs nothingâŠâ You knew it wasnât nothing. âItâs just Sunghoon.â
Bingo.
âHeâs so oblivious sometimes.â Jake said exasperatedly. âAlthough, most times Iâm pretty sure heâs being dense on purpose.â You stared at him blankly and he rested his chin on his palm. âHeâs so stubborn. I always tell him to just let things go, to move on, but he never listens.â You didnât need an explanation to understand what he was talking about. âI donât know. Heâs just felt so negative recently. Especially today.â
âWhatâs so different about today?â you asked, elated that he was frustrated at your indifference, which wasnât indifference at all judging by how much you cared.
âNothing, for most of us.â the Aussie shrugged. âI suppose heâs just feeling a bit abandoned.â You raised an eyebrow, and Jake seemed to notice his misstep. âT-that doesnât have anything to do with you.â
âSure.â you snorted, pulling the sheet of paper you were supposed to be attentively solving into your lap, flipping through your binder for the notes.
âAre you free on Saturday night?â Your eyebrows practically flew to your hairline.
âDepends on whoâs asking, and why.â
âYeonjunâs throwing a party.â You were very well aware of Choi Yeonjun, a freshman at Hybe University. Even after finally graduating a few months ago, his parties were a must for the top tier of Decelisâ elite students; namely the popular kids. You didnât often frequent parties, but Heeseung and Yeonjun were quite close friends. You had never missed one of his parties, and you didnât plan to break that record.
âI wasnât aware.â you picked up a pencil and began scrawling, eyes on your lap.
âItâs a smaller thing than usual. Just some friends, and friends of friends. Maybe a few friends of friends of friends.â You allowed a smile to pass over your lips, and Jake smiled in success. âSo youâll come?â
âIâve never missed a Choi party.â you shut your notebook and passed the completed homework back to its owner. âIâll give you the answers, just for today.â
âYouâre the best, y/n.â Jake grinned as you stood, holding your binder to your chest, smiling in response.
âI know. Oh, and Jake?â he tilted his head as you removed a green lollipop from the pocket of your pleated skirt, sliding it across the table until it came to a stop just before his hands. âGive this to Sunghoon.â
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Park Sunghoon was absolutely fuming.
Typically, when school was over, heâd come home, collapse on his bed, write down the lollipop of the day, and then firmly put you out of his mind. But today, for the first time, he found himself unable to do any of those things. He sat on his bed, staring at his wall silently. He was in a haze. He needed a distraction, asap.
When the doorbell rang, he ran downstairs in record time.
âHit the brakes.â his little sister snapped as he dashed to the door, pulling it open, excited even to see the mailman. He was surprised to see his best friend on the other side, who gave him a sideways look.
âYour scowl is freaking me out.â Jake said, hands in his pockets as he strolled inside. Sunghoon closed the door behind him.
âGet used to it.â Sunghoon replied petulantly, and the two boys walked back up the stairs to Sunghoonâs room. âWhat brings you to my part of town?â
âIâve got news.â Jake said, flopping down onto Sunghoonâs bed with a smug expression on his pretty face. âOh, but before I forget.â Jake reached into the pocket of his blue jeans, removing a spherical object and tossing it in Sunghoonâs direction. The younger boy caught it, his face brightening subconsciously.
âFinally,â he rolled his eyes, unwrapping the lollipop and tucking it into the side of his mouth, sucking on it thoughtfully.
âAs I was saying I-â Sunghoon ignored Jakeâs ramblings, ducking under his bed and reaching for the green notebook, rifling through the mess under his bed frame. Typically, heâd be too embarrassed to do this in front of company, but he couldnât find it within him to care. âDid you hear about Yeonjunâs party this weekend?â Sunghoon ignored him, removing the lollipop from his mouth and shoving it towards Jake.
âDo you think this smells like apple?â he asked, and Jake swatted his hand away.
âDid you hear anything I just said? And Iâm not putting my face anywhere near something thatâs been in your mouth.â Sunghoon rolled his eyes again, turning his attention back to his notebook as Jake stared at him. âAre you even listening?â
âIâm listening.â Sunghoon waved him off, but Jake could swear he heard him muttering fruits under his breath.
âYeonjunâs having a party this weekend.â he repeated, and Sunghoon looked at him blankly, finally putting his pen down.
âSo what?â he scoffed. âYouâve never wanted to go to one of those parties before. They donât want people like us there.â Jake narrowed his eyes.
âPeople like us? Theyâre fine with me, youâre the one they have a problem with.â Jake said, pressing his pointer finger into Sunghoonâs chest while the latter frowned. âIn fact, I happen to have an invitation, considering me and Heeseung are friends.â
âI donât want to go to any party that Heeseung is going to.â Sunghoon refused childishly, and Jake kissed his teeth.
âI donât get what your issue with Heeseung is. Hating y/n was bad enough, but Heeseung is especially innocent.â Jake shook his head when his best friend opened his mouth to protest, slapping his hand over his mouth before he got the chance. âI know what youâre gonna say, and I donât wanna hear it.â Sunghoon remained silent.
The two boys sat quietly for a moment, just looking at each other, both as stubborn as the next. Jake broke the silence, sighing exhaustedly.
âWill you just do this one thing for me? Please?â Sunghoon pursed his lips. On one hand, he hated partying. He wanted nothing to do with it. But on the other hand, Jake Sim was his best friend, and he loved this boy more than he loved himself. And he had been a pretty shitty friend recently.
And so, the boy with iron resolve, and an even stronger temper, nodded his head.
âFine, but seriously, just this once.â he said, wagging his finger when Jakeâs face broke out into an enormous smile as he leapt up from the bed. âNever again, okay?â
âPinky promise!â Jake said, running out the door and down the stairs, slamming the front door behind him as Sunghoon shook his head.
What had he gotten himself into?
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đđđđđđđđđ - chapter iii.
Park Sunghoon had a confession. It was one that he hadnât told anybody. Not his family, not his friends, not even Jake, who he told nearly everything. No, this was a true secret. One that was bursting at the seams, that he desperately wanted to confess.
You were his first love.
Well, he assumed you were. He had no idea what love was; he was only fourteen at the time. But it felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest when you didnât meet his gaze, and it felt like he was on cloud nine when he spotted you staring.
Sunghoon wasnât one to make many friends. He wasnât a social creature. He couldnât say that was how he liked it, because he wasnât necessarily sure that was true. He didnât know if he liked to be alone, or if that was just how it had always been. But that changed when he met you.
For once, he found himself wanting to be around someone. The minute he laid eyes on you, he fell head over heels. You were everything he wasnât. He knew he was in love with you when a junior tried shoving Jake into a locker and you punched him in the face. Even Sunghoon didnât have the courage to stand up for Jake like that.
Sunghoon admired everything about you, but he knew you could never care about him. You were president of the student council, head of the party planning committee, photographer of the yearbook club, and the school newspaperâs best journalist. You tutored, you played multiple instruments. You liked being around people. You were brave and righteous. You were everything he wished he was. Why would you like him? He was just a loser who skipped class to skate and wished he had a little more courage.
But sometimes, he saw a little glimmer of hope for the two of you. When you came to his soccer game and only cheered for him, when you lent him your favorite pencil, when you left a note on his desk saying you liked his diorama the best. Sometimes he even thought that he could be with you if he finally followed his heart.Â
The only issue? Lee Heeseung.
Captain of the varsity rugby team, runner up for valedictorian, king bee of the school. He was loved by everyone. He had more friends than he could count, and the same for his admirers. When he wanted something, he got it. Sunghoon supposed you counted for that as well. It was obvious that he had a crush on you. Everyone knew you and Heeseung would date eventually, even Sunghoon.
Sunghoon had never fought for anything in his life, but for once, he was willing to fight for you. Until something happened that changed his perspective of you completely, something that made him despise you so much, he could barely contain it. Nobody knew what changed, but one day, Sunghoon dedicated his life to hating you.Â
You had no idea why.
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Jungwon thought he could find out something about your past with Sunghoon if he sleuthed hard enough, but he was finding it more difficult than imagined.
He had checked the records in the principal's office âwith the cover story that he was doing an investigative reportâ three times over, and he had yielded nothing. He asked nearly everyone he knew for any kind of background information. He even checked with the newspaper department, hoping they had some kind of trashy gossip if nothing else. Most of what he heard was entirely useless, consisting of people trash talking Sunghoon and hyping you up entirely too much. Jungwon thought theyâd reconsider their words after witnessing you on a bad day.
He sighed frustratedly, collapsing into the principalâs chair, kicking his feet up onto the desk. Absolutely nothing.
He cocked his head when the door unlatched, slowly creaking open no more than an inch or two. A sneakered foot snuck its way inside, the rest of the intruder following, letting out a yelp when he saw Jungwon sitting skeptically in the center of the room.
âWhat are you doing here?â Jake said, a hand on his chest as he exhaled rapidly.
âWhat are you doing here?â Jungwon repeated his question back at him. Jake and Jungwon were mostly ambivalent towards each other, but there was always some distaste. After all, they were the best friends of mortal enemies.
âIâŠâ Jake stared at him blankly. âIâm checking the records.â
âWhat a coincidence. So am I.â The two boys sized each other up, wondering if they might be there for the same reason.
There was no way.
 âHowâd you get in?â Jake said after a beat.
âFront door.â Jungwon replied, and the older boy frowned.
âYeah, I gathered that. I mean, what did you tell administration to get in here?â
âI told them, âI want to check the school records.ââ Jake shook his head, reaching for the desk containing the files of all the information on every student.
âAre you kidding me? Administration would rather die than let me in here.â Jake sorted through the files. He paused, frowned, then thumbed back and forth for a moment before straightening up and crossing his arms. His eyes widened when he saw the missing file he sought splayed out on the desk, just underneath Jungwon's shoes. âWhy were you looking at Sunghoonâs personal file?â Jake said with an accusatory tone, and Jungwon paled, snatching it off the desk and tucking it away into his jacket.
âYouâre imagining things.â he said quickly, and Jake rolled his eyes, turning back to the file cabinet. He removed your file, looking at Jungwon pointedly.
âAre you here for the same reason I am?â he asked. Neither of them wanted to admit it, but they were both certain they had the same goal.
Jungwon nodded slowly. âI think so, yeah.â
âYou want to find out what happened with Sunghoon and y/n, donât you?â Jake asked, and Jungwon averted his eyes sheepishly. There was a moment of silence before the two boys broke into laughter. âAre you thinking what Iâm thinking?â
Jungwon smiled, crossing his arms. âLetâs work together.â
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Sunghoon was having a horrible day.
Most of Sunghoonâs days were below average, simply because he didnât often feel like having fun. But that day, he had woken up with a sinking feeling in his stomach and a furrow between his brows. That day was going to be a horrible day, and he knew it even at 6:45 am when the snooze button on his alarm stopped working.
He got to school with no bad occurrences, almost forgetting what was making him so upset. But when he saw you and Lee Heeseung, his lips on your neck, he suddenly remembered.
It gave him momentarily relief when he recalled the apple sucker from yesterday, but when he caught himself smiling, his mood only soured further.
âMorning, sunshine!â Jake chirped, attacking from behind and ruffling Sunghoonâs hair cheerily. Sunghoon glanced back to give him a glare, attempting to repair the damage Jake had done to his hairdo.
âYou seem awfully jolly this morning,â he said gruffly.
âI donât know. Something good is in the air this morning.â Jake hummed, hands in his pockets and a significant spring in his step.Â
He couldnât very well admit that he was orchestrating an entire plan to get you and Sunghoon alone together so youâd finally resolve your issues. And he definitely couldnât mention that he was plotting in cahoots with your best friend.Â
âYeah, right.â Sunghoon scoffed.
âIâm assuming that âonce againâ youâve chosen to have a bad attitude today?â Jake asked rhetorically. He already knew the answer. He knew his best friend well enough to decipher when he was upset, although it was easy enough that anyone could probably tell; Sunghoon was in an awful mood on most days.
âItâs not something I choose.â Sunghoon scoffed, still messing with his hair.
âSure it isnât.â Jake said sardonically, punching him in the shoulder as Sunghoon glared, rubbing the sore area. âDonât be a- oh hey!â Sunghoon whirled around at his best friendâs sudden topic switch to see you dashing past. âHey, did you do the chemistry homework last night?â
âOf course I did.â you scoffed. âIâm assuming you didnât?â
âClearly you know me well. No chance I could get the notes off of you?â
âNo chance, sorry Jake.â you laughed like the tinkling of bells. âBut who knows, I might pass you the answer sheet while the teacher isnât looking.â
âYouâre the best!â he grinned as you saluted playfully. Your joyous facade faded for a moment when your gaze locked with Sunghoonâs briefly. You searched his face for any sign that he had received your gift, but his stoic glare firmly remained. You held back the urge to roll your eyes, turning on your heel.
Your lack of a response only made Sunghoon more upset. He was scowling hotly, so much so, that it was certain you could fry an egg on his head.
âSheâs such a pretender. Can you fucking believe that?â You heard him scoff just before you left, an accusatory hand pointing in your direction. Jake cocked his head, and Sunghoonâs scowl deepened. âShe didnât even acknowledge that I was here!â
âWhy should she?â Jake laughed, tucking his hands into his pockets and walking away as Sunghoon froze on the spot, practically shaking with rage.
Oh, you were going to regret ignoring him.
It almost made Sunghoon sick to think about how much he used to like you.
He thought of all the times he had written your name in his notebook surrounded by hearts and little angel wings. All the times he wished he could bring you flowers, or tell you how he felt. All the times he watched Heeseung sweep you off your feet, and felt bitter resent in his throat. For the first time in his miserable 14 years, he was certain he was in love. It was a bit far-fetched, considering he had only spoken to you once or twice. He didnât know if he had ever had a full conversation with you.
What was it all for? Why did the girl he loved have to hurt him so bad?
It made him think that life wasnât very fair. That people were egocentric, they didnât consider others feelings. He was pathetic, he knew that. He should let it go, forget about what happened between the two of you and move on. He had his own life, you had yours. His existence shouldnât center around the hatred of another human being.
Maybe hating you was an escape. Maybe he hated you because he couldnât handle the thought of loving you anymore.
The line between hate and love was very fine. Even he knew that.
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You really didnât want to go to this party. The more you thought about it, the more you felt sick to your stomach.
After the week you had, drinking with a bunch of teenagers sounded like the last thing you wanted to do. Even being around your friends and boyfriend sounded deeply unappealing; for the first time you could remember, you just wanted to be alone. But you knew this was important to your clique, and so you sucked it up, brushing the dust off the front of your party dress and turning around to your friends.
Ningning and Karina sat on the bed, on their phones. Ningning was dressed in an orange tube top dress, Karina wearing an identical one in purple. Neither of them noticed you until you cleared your throat, and they fawned over your dress.
They were your friends, supposedly. You liked them well enough, and they seemed to like you the same. They were sweet girls, but you didnât really connect. The only reason you were friends was because you were popular, and so were they. You were living in a dog-eat-dog world, where popular girls became friends with each other to avoid making enemies. You wished it wasnât like that, and you had a feeling they did too.
Yeonjun walked into the room with a big, cheesy grin on his face, toting your boyfriend behind him. Further back were Beomgyu, Huening Kai, Taehyun, and Soobin, the rest of your boyfriend's older friends. See also: people you didnât really connect with.
âAre you girls ready?â Yeonjun asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes as the group crowded in. Heeseung came from the back of the procession to take your hands, and it felt like a breath of fresh air. You sighed as the others engaged in conversation.
Heeseung frowned. âYou okay? You usually love Yeonjunâs parties.â You brushed some stray hair out of your face and painted on a smile.
âIâm fine, Hee. Thanks for looking out for me.â you said. He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, adjusting your necklace so the clasp was aligned with the nape of your neck.
âAnytime you wanna leave, just say the word. Iâll take you anywhere you want to go.â You held his hand with a smile.
âDonât worry about me, baby. Just have fun.â you ushered him towards his friends, and he gave you a brief look before he went to join them. The crowd filed out of the bedroom and into the living room, ready to party.
You sighed, looking at yourself in the mirror for a moment and taking a deep breath to relax yourself. You had no idea why you were so nervous. You had done this a million times around. You knew the party scene like the back of your hand, it was the life you had been living for the past four years.
You stared at the pink dress you were wearing. It was your favorite dress, yet somehow it didnât feel good anymore. The lamp from the ceiling shone on your necklace, the bright, diamond letter H catching the light.
Usually, you tried not to let Sunghoon get to you. He was just a jealous, rude, idiot who wanted to bring you down for no reason. But today, his words reverberated in your head, ringing painfully, no matter how hard you tried to get them out.
Sheâs such a pretender.
It made you wonder, was he right? Were you putting on a show for everyone but you? You had played your role so well, you had almost fooled yourself.
Sometimes you got tired of being perfect. You got tired of keeping up your facade all the time. You almost lost yourself in the process.
Maybe Sunghoon was right. Maybe you were a pretender. Maybe hating you meant that he was the only one who really understood you.
And maybe that was a good enough reason to hate him a little less.
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đïżœïżœïżœđđđđ - chapter iv.
âFor the record, I am not happy about this.â Sunghoon said for what mustâve been the millionth time that night. Jake had forced him into a button up and combed his hair, in comparison to his usual overgrown bangs and old band tee. He cleaned up nice, but the boyâs foul expression was enough to drive off any prospective attention.
âTough luck.â Jake said, adjusting his chain as he smiled charmingly at himself in the mirror. âItâs one party. Youâll be fine.â Sunghoon continued to grumble.
He wasnât used to seeing himself done up nicely. He felt too vulnerable without his long bangs hiding his eyes and a hoodie to cover himself up. It didnât feel right to see himself fixed up like this, but he kept telling himself that it was only once, for Jake.
Jake looked down at the watch on his wrist, a string of curses leaving his lips.
âShit, Sunghoon, we gotta go. Weâre late.â he grabbed his jacket off the coat rack, dashing out the door while Sunghoon dragged his feet behind him.
âWeâre fashionably late.â the younger boy corrected, Jake turning around to give him an impatient look, nodding his head towards his car.
âWeâre gonna miss all the fun, câmon.â Sunghoon frowned.
âWhat a shame.â he mumbled under his breath, following his best friend into the car and praying that this night would go well, and without conflict.
That was wishful thinking.
Sunghoon instantly knew he was right when they pulled up into Yeonjunâs driveway. He could hear the music pumping from inside the house, so loud it made his ears ache. He could see the crowds of people through the enormous glass windows, and grimaced at the idea of being among the masses of sweaty bodies. Jake however, seemed delighted, and so Sunghoon tried to put a smile on his face.
Jake turned off the ignition, leaning over to his best friend and studying the blank look on his face. âReady?â he asked, and Sunghoon nodded with an exasperated sigh, unbuckling his seatbelt and slamming the car door behind him. Jake rolled his eyes.
âThis is going to be a nightmare.â Sunghoon said, unable to hold back a quip. Jake patted him on the shoulder, ringing the doorbell with a grin.
âLetâs see if you can last the whole night.â
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It had only been an hour and your head was already pounding.
All the lights felt too bright, the music was too loud, and too many people were trying to talk to you. After having your crisis of self merely 60 minutes previous, you were definitely not in the mood to make conversation with anyone. You downed your third vodka soda of the night and felt everything get a little hazier. You were satisfied when the sound got a little quieter and the lights became less harsh.
Toting your fourth drink in hand, you dropped down to the couch. Most people were busy dancing, thank God, and the only people on the couch was a girl vomiting in Yeonjunâs best porcelain vase and her friend coaxing it out of her. You didnât mind it too much. At this point, you were craving some humanity.
You felt a little at ease when Jay sat beside you, smiling in greeting. Jay was pretty much the only one of Heeseungâs friends whom you actually liked.
âHowâs the night going?â you asked, sipping on the red cup in your hand.
âItâs alright.â he said, his words slurred as he rubbed his nose. It was clear that he had more than a few drinks, probably a couple past his capacity. âYour friend- whatâs her name? Tried talking to me earlier.â You didnât bother to inquire. âNing? Ningning?â he laughed to himself. He was obviously drunk, so you took another sip and ignored his ramblings. Even the most sensible of people were insufferable to you at the moment.Â
He sniffled briefly, and you studied his face. You could practically see the gears in his head turning as he poked his tongue into the flesh of his left cheek thoughtfully.
âHey,â he suddenly said, looking at you very seriously. âIâm really sorry about that Sunghoon thing, yâknow. Iâve been thinking about it for a while now, and itâs really been bothering me.â You furrowed your brows.
âWhat Sunghoon thing?â you said, and his jaw dropped open, laughing drunkenly as he covered his mouth. Clearly he had said something he wasnât supposed to.
âOops, did Heeseung never tell you?â he said, trying to backtrack. âOh, we just fucked with Sunghoon a little in sophomore year. You know, back before you and Heeseung started dating.â An awful feeling crept into your insides as you stared at him relentlessly until he finally continued. âWe, uh, we just wrote him a letter or something like that.â
âWhat did it say?â you demanded.
âOh, you know.â he said for the thousandth time, and you were beginning to lose your patience. He took a swig of your drink to loosen his tongue. Jay knew he shouldnât be the one to tell you about this, but his conscience was pressing him to continue, and so he did. âWe just said some mean stuff, called him a freak. Told him to stay away from you. It was Heeseungâs idea, really.â
You felt a pit in your stomach. You felt so sick, you didnât even have the capacity to register the anger bubbling up in your throat. Why would your boyfriend do this? What had Sunghoon ever done to him?
You didnât even notice that you were defending Sunghoon over Heeseung.
âWhy would you do that?â you asked blankly, and Jay stood up quickly, stumbling drunkenly as he almost lost his balance. He sensed that he said something he shouldnât, and if he kept drunkenly blabbering, Heeseung would definitely kick his ass for it sooner or later.
âUh, you should ask Heeseung about t-this.â he stuttered, evading before you got angry. He had never seen you upset before. Nobody had, with the exception of one.
You stood from the couch, downing the remainder of your drink, feeling the alcohol leave a burning trail down your throat before you tossed the cup to the side.
You had to find your boyfriend.
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Dear Sunghoon,
I know you have a crush on me. Iâm sorry to say this, but I really donât reciprocate your feelings. To be honest, I find it disgusting that you think you even have a chance with me.
Maybe you havenât realized, but we come from completely different worlds. People actually like me. You might not know what that feels like, but itâs actually pretty nice to be liked. I get good grades, I make friends, I do the work. Something you wouldnât know much about. Youâre nothing compared to me. You have no idea what itâs like to be admired, or to have friends. Maybe thatâs because youâre always alone, daydreaming like a fucking loser.
I could never love someone like you. Youâre a freak.
Sincerely, y/n.
P.S. Iâm in love with Lee Heeseung.
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Jake, that bastard, had absolutely disappeared. He had left Sunghoon stranded in a house full of strangers. And not just any house; the house of the man he disliked nearly the most. Well, after you, then Heeseung, then Jungwon⊠you get the point.
Sunghoon wasnât a big drinker, but he downed any alcohol he could get his hands on. His fourth shot of vodka left a fierce burning in his throat, and he tried his best to ignore it. Alcohol was just about the only thing that could make him feel a little less alienated in a place full of people that despised him. With every sideways glance, even an admiring or curious one, he felt more and more like running away. But he promised to stick around for the night, and he was a man of his word. Most of the time, at least.
He felt his eyes almost roll into the back of his head when Lee Heeseung approached him, toting one of his goons behind him.
âCan I help you?â Sunghoon said from behind the rim of his cup, brows raised skeptically. Heeseung had a foul look on his face, one that Sunghoon hadnât really seen before. He seemed to be a jolly guy most of the time.
âWhat are you doing here?â he said, voice low.
âSorry, I wasnât informed that you were Yeonjunâs security guard. Iâll be on my way out, if need be.â Sunghoon said sardonically, and Heeseungâs scowl only deepened.
âIâm warning you, watch what you say to me.â Heeseung said, pointing so closely, his index finger nearly brushed his chest. âI think we both know you donât belong here.â
âWow, it seems like youâve got an attitude problem. Not as innocent as everyone thinks, huh?â Sunghoon didnât shy away from the contact, attempting to close the inch difference between their heights. It was a lot harder than it seemed. âJust like you little girlfriend.â he provoked, and Heeseung grabbed the front of his shirt, jaw pulsing.
âYou watch what you saw about her.â Heeseung said through grit teeth. âYouâre just jealous, and we all know it. She could never love someone like you. Youâre a freak.â
I could never love someone like you. Youâre a freak.
Sunghoon furrowed his brow. He tried his hardest to keep his lower lip from trembling. He couldnât show that he was hurt, no matter what.
âIâm not afraid of you.â he said.
Heeseung scoffed. âYouâre pretending.â
âIâm not the only one.â The two boys stood in silence for a beat.
Heeseung dropped Sunghoonâs shirt, adjusting his jacket with a glare. âFuck you, Sunghoon. We come from different worlds, you have no idea what itâs like to be me.â
We come from completely different worlds.Â
You have no idea what itâs like to be admired.
With that, Heeseung was gone, his lackeys disappearing as well. And it was all coming back to Sunghoon, biting his lip furiously to distract from the burning in his eyes. He downed the rest of what was in his cup, wandering back to the kitchen.
Maybe he wasnât welcome here, but he was going to drink them dry before he left.
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âI have a surprise for you!â Jungwon waved his arms excitedly. You stared at him, completely unamused. Your best friend definitely had the worst timing ever.
âIâm a little busy.â you said, trying to push past him to no avail. You didnât feel like explaining your situation, not until after you talked to your boyfriend.Â
âItâs really important,â Jungwon insisted, pressing his hands to the small of your back and steering you towards the staircase. You tried to squirm out of his grip but gave up about halfway through. You would humor Jungwon and see his stupid surprise, then youâd find Heeseung and have a serious conversation.
âOkay, right this way,â Jungwon mumbled, pushing you into a spare guest bedroom. âWait here for just a moment, I need to get something ready.â
âHow long is this going to take?â you said exasperatedly, flopping down onto the bed and crossing your arms.
âJust a minute!â he yelled before slamming the door, dashing away.
As he walked into the corridor, he high fived a certain blond haired boy, Jake rushing by to find his respective best friend.
âSome guy upstairs said he was looking for you.â Jake said, jabbing his thumb at the staircase. Sunghoonâs brows knitted, looking up skeptically before taking another swig of the drink in his hand.
âMe? Was it Heeseung?â Jake shrugged ambiguously.
âDonât know. He was walking real fast, muttering your name. I think he went into one of the rooms upstairs.â Sunghoon put down his cup, rolling his eyes and heading quickly to the staircase. Jake grinned successfully, trailing behind the boy as he muttered strings of profanities and insults.
âWhat the fuck does he wantâŠâ Sunghoon grumbled, opening the first door he saw when he went upstairs, shutting it in exasperation when a couple screamed, their intimacy interrupted. Jake grimaced; Sunghoon seemed unaffected. He continued this with three more doors, until he finally reached one with a white frame and a silver handle, one with squeaky hinges, one that locked from the outside.
âWhere is he-â Jake shoved the boy with all his might, slamming the door behind him as his best friend yelped, pounding on the door. Jungwon came running from around the corner, diving for the doorknob with a key in hand, turning it firmly in the lock. No matter how much Sunghoon protested, it was futile.
âNice one.â Jake said, high fiving the younger boy as the two proudly celebrated their success. They stared at the door until Sunghoonâs protests went quiet, and the culprits were left with an awkward silence as they registered their actions.
â...We did a good thing, right?â Jungwon asked unsurely. â...Yeah. Definitely.â
âOh, fucking excellent. God, this night couldnât get any worse.â Sunghoon said immediately upon noticing your presence. He huffed, pacing around the room while you stared at him, eyes watery, biting down on your lip hard. Sunghoon was filled with so much rage, he was unable to speak, and the two of you sat in silence for a brief second before you got to your feet, walking straight up to him and slapping him in the face.
âI am so fucking mad at you!â you yelled, shocking both of you.
âMe? What could I have possibly done to make you mad at me?â Sunghoon shouted incredulously, pressing his hand to his hot cheek, red blooming under his skin.
âThis whole rivalry!â you said, gesturing vaguely. âWhy didnât you tell me?â
âTell you what?â he asked irritatedly.
âAbout the letter!â Sunghoon paled. He had imagined this moment a hundred times over, and none of those hypotheticals went like this. He simply couldnât have this conversation with you, it was too painful. It was in the past.
âWhy should I? Youâre the one that wrote it.â he said frustratedly.
âJeez, youâre so fucking stupid. I never would have done that to you. I wouldnât say any of that mean shit to you. I didnât write that letter!â
He scoffed, âOh yeah, then who did?â
âHeeseung did, Sunghoon.â He paused for a moment, not sure what to say.
Youâre just jealous, and we all know it.Â
She could never love someone like you, youâre a freak.Â
We come from completely different worlds.
You have no idea what itâs like to be me.
Heeseungs hurtful words rang around his head, cutting into his skin like hot knives. It was impossible. You wrote the letter. Heeseung wouldnât have done that.
âWhy would he do that?â you stared at him, unbelieving at how oblivious he was.
âBecause I was in love with you, obviously!â
It felt like Sunghoonâs heart was on fire. The two of you stared at each other in silence for what felt like centuries, Sunghoonâs head spinning. Suddenly, everything was much too real for him to take in. His rising body temperature, the sweet lilt of your voice, the way you looked at him through your lashes.
âWhat?â he questioned blankly, hardly even registering what you were saying. He felt dizzy. âYou were in love with me?â
âWell, it was freshman year. I was 14. Can you just shut the fuck up? Iâm still mad at you.â you said, your cheeks went aflame with the realization of what you had just said.
He grinned. âYouâre so dumb.â
âYouâre so fucking annoying-â Suddenly, his lips crashed into yours.
He tangled his hands in your hair, knotting his left hand in your hair. You kissed him in return as he held your waist in his right hand, his teeth biting your lower lip. You both fought for dominance, staggering through the room until your back hit the wall, and you wrapped a leg around his waist as he cursed under his breath. It was a kiss of hatred, but at the same time, relief. His lips felt as though they were made to fit yours, fitting like a puzzle piece. You parted for a breath, but he pulled you back in hungrily.
âJesus fucking Christ!â The two of you pulled away immediately as Jake cursed loudly, Jungwon behind him with a look on his face like you had just shot him. âWhat is wrong with you two? We wanted you to make up, not make out!â
âGet the fuck out!â Sunghoon shouted, running after his best friend and shoving him away, slamming the door behind them with a heavy exhalation. When he turned back to you, you were trying to hold back a giggle and failing miserably.
The two of you began to laugh, and Sunghoon dropped to the floor with a sigh, you doing the same and sidling up to him.
âI canât believe we just did that.â you said, feeling intensely embarrassed.
â Yeah, I bet youâll give me herpes.â Sunghoon mocked, and you turned to him with a glare, and he held his hands up. âOld habits die hard. But I really am sorry I was mean to you. I didnât know Heeseung wrote the letter.â You scowled at the reminder.
âHeeseungâŠâ you said, rubbing your eyes. âJesus. What am I gonna do about him?â Sunghoon didnât reply, staring at the ceiling thoughtfully.
âDid you ever think I was a freak?â he asked suddenly. You frowned.
âWhy would I think that?â
âI donât know. I was always alone, always daydreaming. I wasnât popular or anything. Didnât you ever consider that you shouldnât like someone like me?â
âSomeone like you?â you snorted. âCâmon, donât be full of yourself. Youâre just a person. I could care less if you like to be alone, or if you daydream. So does everyone else, theyâre just not brave enough to say it aloud.â Sunghoon smiled in relief, and he wanted nothing more than to press another hungry kiss to your lips. But he knew he needed to hold back. I mean, you had just gotten over your rivalry a couple minutes ago. He should probably give it some time before he starts kissing his ex-nemesis.
âYou should probably go,â he said, avoiding eye contact. âI bet people are looking for you. And I think you might need to talk to your boyfriend.â
âEx boyfriend, when Iâm done with him.â you said, rolling your eyes and getting to your feet, bruising the dust off of your dress. You held out a hand to assist Sunghoon in getting up, and he took it with a smile. You walked, turning back when he didnât follow you. âCâmon. Letâs show Heeseung that weâre not enemies anymore.â
He couldnât hold back his grin.
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You felt like the room quaked when you walked downstairs with Sunghoon.
The music didnât stop, but it almost seemed like everything went silent, hundreds of pairs of eyes landing on the two of you immediately, narrowed, criticizing. Sunghoon was sweating at the judgment, but you strode confidently, not paying any attention to their stares. And like magic, everyone began to turn around and mind their own business. You sent Sunghoon a wink.
âDo anything with confidence, and people wonât give a shit.â you said. Sunghoon grinned. He knew he had a lot to learn from you. The two of you slid through the bodies, navigating your way through until you spotted him from across the room.
Lee Heeseung. The man you called the love of your life just a few hours ago. You wonder if you still loved him after what happened.
âI think Iâm gonna head out.â Sunghoon said, tilting his head towards the door.
âSee you later, Sunghoon. Donât be a stranger.â you said, before turning on your heel and marching away. He shook his head at your retreating figure, smiling with a warm blush on his cheeks before he made his exit.
âHeeseung!â you yelled across the room, attempting to pass by the hordes of drunks to get to your boyfriend. Him and his friends were playing a rowdy game of beer pong, and he watched you inquisitively with a ball in hand. âWe need to talk.â
âAbout what, baby?â he asked, tossing the ball and scoring with ease, Yeonjun and Beomgyu cheering behind him and chanting his name.
âHeeseung.â you said his name coldly, and he grew serious within an instant.
âYeonjun, take my place.â he said, slapping his friend on the back as the boy raised his brow, the group watching you with curiosity as you walked away.
You led Heeseung to the backyard, crossing your arms the minute you turned around to face him. He could tell you were serious as ever.
âWhat is it baby?â he said with concern, reaching for your arm, but you pulled away from him quickly. He only grew more worried.
âHeeseung, do you have anything to tell me?â you asked vaguely, and every bad thing he had done in his entire life ran through his head in an instant.
âNo?â he said pathetically. âY/n, will you just tell me what you want?â
âWhy did you write Sunghoon that letter?â Heeseung paled. He didnât think you would find out. Not this soon. âYou said such hurtful things to him, why? And addressed from me?â You said, voice wobbling.
âBaby, let me explain-â
âYouâre the reason Sunghoon hated me so much. I put up with his belittling for years because I thought I deserved it somehow. Just to find out it was you all along? What kind of fucked up person would do that?â
âHow else was I supposed to get him away from you?â
âThatâs not your decision to make, Heeseung.â you said coldly.
âLook, baby, that was all in the past. Iâm really sorry, canât we just look past it?â
âNo, Heeseung, because you hurt an innocent person really badly. And that is always unforgivable.â you sighed, pinching the space between your brows.
âHe doesnât matter, y/n. Iâm your boyfriend, not him!â
âWell, not anymore.â Both of you froze. Through the glass walls, the entirety of the party stared at the two of you, Decelisâ golden couple. Now destroyed.
âYouâre breaking up with me,â Heeseung said slowly, in disbelief. âOver Park Sunghoon?â You stared at him for a moment, before steeling yourself.
âYes. Yes I am.â And then you walked off, pushing past the shocked crowds with tears in your eyes, gunning it for the door and disappearing into the night.
Something was telling you to run after him.
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epilogue.
âSheâs still at it?â Jake asked in disbelief. Just a moment previous, you had strode straight up to Sunghoon from your spot at the blackboard with the utmost confidence and placed a lollipop onto his lap. You didnât even look into his eyes, just turning on your heel and returning to your duties.
He was beginning to get envious looks from his fellow classmates, and he wasnât sure how to feel about it.
âSâpose so.â Sunghoon said, unwrapping the cellophane and popping the treat into his mouth with a satisfying suction sound. âMm. At least sheâs giving me good flavors these days.â
âItâs been three years. Youâd think sheâd stop by now.â Jake shook his head, tossing his notebooks and laptop into his backpack as the bell rang, dismissing class.
âSheâll never stop. She loves me.â Sunghoon grinned proudly, the stick of his lollipop protruding from the corner of his upturned mouth.
âWhy doesnât she ever bring me lollipops?â Sunghoon frowned, slapping Jake in the back with his notebook before shoving it into his duffel. âOw! What?â
âSheâs my girlfriend. Sheâs not allowed to give lollipops to anyone but me.â Sunghoon said, like it was obvious, walking to the front of the class with Jake in tow just behind him. âBesides, you donât even like lollipops anyway.â
âItâs the thought that counts.â
Even after a year of dating, you and Sunghoon were still up to your classic shenanigans. It was a wonder that the two of you were still together, considering how often you bickered. You were lucky that you loved each other more than enough to make up for the arguments.
âHey, baby.â he said, striding up to your place at the front of the class and pressing a sloppy kiss onto your cheek. You wiped your cheek off with a playful scowl, before plucking the lollipop from Sunghoonâs mouth and putting it between your lips.
âHey, Hoonie. Hey, Jake.â You reached for your boyfriendâs hand as the three of you walked out of class together. âHow was practice, you two?â
âMm, Iâm tired.â Sunghoon said, pecking you as Jake rolled his eyes at your overt pda. âJakeâs been keeping me busy with training.â
âIf you werenât so shit, I wouldnât have to train you all the time.â Jake ruffled the younger boyâs hair as he looked up at him with a scowl. After your debacle with Heeseung, Jake quit the rugby team, deciding he favored soccer. It turned out to be a good decision, as he was quite good at it, and you decided it must have been pure fate that gave him a scholarship to the same college you and Sunghoon were attending.
âHey, I joined soccer way before you did. Have some respect for your seniors.â Sunghoon said, evading Jakeâs hands as he reached to slap the younger boy, the two tussling as you watched with a smile, sucking on your lollipop. âJesus, donât you ever get tired of those two?â a weary voice said, sidling up to you as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. You turned to face Jungwon, his bangs matted to his forehead and his button up shirt nearly halfway undone.
âYouâve been sleeping during class?â you asked, humor in your tone as your best friend turned to you with a raised brow.
âHow could you tell?â You didnât answer. Sunghoon ran to you, a big grin on his face as he dragged Jake behind him in a headlock.
âHey, Jungwon.â he said, reaching for a handshake that Jungwon didnât reciprocate. He then reached for the stick dangling from your lips, removing it, kissing you softly, and then putting the sucker back in his own mouth.
âYou guys are disgusting.â Jake said, voice muffled from under Sunghoonâs bicep.
âCherry, again?â Jungwon said, watching the bright red sphere as it protruded slightly from Sunghoonâs mouth. âI shouldâve known you were up to something when you ordered them in bulk.â
âWhat can I say? A traditionâs a tradition.â you grinned, taking Sunghoonâs hand as the four of you walked in a line. âA lollipop a day keeps Park Sunghoon away.â He looked at you with a snort, unable to hold back a smile.
âDid you just come up with that?â he asked, amused.
âI did.â you hummed, and he pressed a kiss to your nose, Jungwon and Jake groaning loudly in unison.
âWe get it, youâre in love.â
âEnough already, itâs gross.â they whined, and the two of you laughed together, swinging your hands back and forth like a little swing between your sides.
Who knew you and your enemy would fall in love? You certainly couldnât have predicted it. Turns out that college life had a lot of unexpected surprises in store. But while everything kept changing, there was one thing that always stayed the same.
Sunghoonâs heart always skipped a beat when you gave him a lollipop.
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hhhhi suzu!!!! how are you!?!!??
i put a lot of thought into this trustâŠ
could you do a tutor!scara x reader? where scara rewards reader for getting stuff correct by absolute demolishing their insides? LOVE YOU HAVE AN AWESOME DAY!!! đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶
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Tutor!Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Fingering. Degradation. Praise. Creampie. Cum used as a reward. Smut written massively stoned. Dyscalculia gang unite!
Hello dearâ€ïž I have had a rough couple weeks honestly. It's been one thing after another and I am tiredđ I hope you are doing well.
Scaramouche has a unique way of tutoring you: putting you naked on your back on his bed, your legs spread wide for him while he played with and fingered your pussy as he asked you questions pertaining to an upcoming test. He figured if he melted your poor little brain down, teasing your pussy, making you so flustered and wet with need that you would force yourself to think and come up with the right answers.
His cock was straining watching you squirm and struggle to think. "Come on kitten, think," He cooed almost condescendingly, "I know you know the answer," He teased his fingers at your drooling, clenching hole before sweeping his fingers up to rub your clit.
Your legs shook from how much your clit was throbbing. The longer you took to answer, the more he worked your swollen pussy over teasingly. You want to cum so badly that it was torture.
But you knew the rules.
Get it right, and you got to cum. You could barely even think as pleasure coiled through you. "Sc-Scara, I don't..I don't.." You trailed off, your words breaking apart into moans as he abruptly pushed two fingers inside of you, "I don't think I know the answer."
"Yes, you do," Scaramouche quickly hooked his fingers into your sweet spot, smirking as he watched your face contort with pleasure as you grinded up into his fingers. "You want me to cum inside of you, don't you?"
Your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head, his fingers playing your sweet spot like a musical instrument. Building your orgasm up just barely out of reach, like he was dangling it in front of your face. "I do! I do! More than anything!" You cry out in desperation, your body twitching as you struggled to chase the high he wasn't going to let you have yet.
Scaramouche withdrew his fingers to idly play with your clit, raising an eyebrow as he waited for you to muster up everything you had in your hunger for him to find the right answer.
"Fine! Fine, I'm pretty sure," You let a shaky moan as he pinched your clit, effectively cutting you off because you sounded unsure. "No, I know..I know it's.." You stumbled over your words, your heart pounding and your body trembling, "..15!"
Scaramouche would've clapped had one of his hands not been occupying your puffy pussy. "My cock drunk slut is such a good girl," He took his fingers off your cunt and put them to your lips, "You got the right answer."
Your eyes light up hearing his degradating praise. Your walls clenched around nothing, your tongue sweeping out to curl around his fingers. He saw the look in your eyes, you were stunned you'd gotten it right. Your brain was broken at birth and incapable of doing a lot of Math. "You are going to cum inside of me now," You moaned excitedly, taking his fingers into your mouth to suck on.
Scaramouche chuckled. Maybe he broke you a little more than he thought he did. No matter, all the better for him. It would make this a even more effective teaching tool next time. Your half lidded eyes were trained on him as he moved between your legs, draping them over his shoulders. "Yes, my pretty slut always gets a reward," He caressed your cheek, his cock pulsing as you turned your cheek into his hand.
You moan loud in bliss feeling his thick cock finally between your creamy folds. You immediately rock your hips up feeling the head push inside of you, quaking in pleasure as he stretched you apart. He groans as he bottoms out, letting his cock throb against your sweet spot before he started thrusting.
His eyes drank in your expressions, watching you fall even dumber on his cock. You look so cute all cock drunk and desperate for him. You deserved nothing less than being reduced to dumb and drooling mess for doing so well for him.
Your hands clung to his shoulders and arms, your fingernails frantically scratching them. "Was I a good girl today? Was I? Was I?" You babbled, mewling and moaning loud in pleasure as his cock kissed into your sweet spot.
"Yes, kitten, you are the goodest girl," Scaramouche groaned, his hips snapping harsher into yours, frantically chasing own high. You always clutch so tight on his cock when he praised you. His fingers wagged and rubbed on your clit before he pushing down on the buldge that poked up in your stomach.
You gasped in pleasure, seeing stars as you finally orgasmed. Scaramouche let out an aroused chuckle. "Look at you shake," He moaned, hissing as his cock throbbed harder inside of you. "Fuck, I'm cumming now."
Your teary eyes lit up hearing his words. You feel his cock ribbon bursts of cum inside of you, drooling as you whimpered in bliss. It seeped out onto your cunt.
The highest reward for proving you smarter than you thought.
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a silver spoon helps too
pushing the 'no such thing as inborn talent' line seems downright cruel sometimes
oh, no, it's not that i had any advantages over you. i just put in more work. no don't look at people who are getting far better results than you with half the effort, they don't exist. just bang your head against the wall harder, you lazy piece of shit.
you can say 'your skills can and will improve with practice' without saying 'the amount of practice you put in is literally the only thing that matters'. and you should, because the second thing is a fucking lie.
#there are a lot of people who THINK that they benefited entirely from hard work and perseverance or that their abilities are all inherent#talents. when the reality is they got a leg up from the start due to being rich#like its easier to study when you dont have to worry about where your next meal will come from or if youâre going to still have a roof over#your head tomorrow. even easier to study when your parents will pay out for a special tutoring class#and also easier to come off as smart early on when you had access to all the resources in the world to start reading and thinking about math#before you ever started school#like getting an early start on skills tends to have knock on effects at least up to a certain point#im yelling at my past self here mostly.#partly i AM just good at standardized tests and systematizing knowledge in my head#but its real hard to say if thats actually inherent or if its because i had a stay at home parent who also thinks and therefore teaches this#way. and i had access to logic games that build this skill. very very early in childhood
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math study techniques
iâm going to break down some of the most effective ways to study math. this subject definitely can feel overwhelming, but with the right strategies, you can build confidence and success.
this is how i got consistent As on my tests!
mistakes are valuable
go over your mistakes and learn from them â don't move on without fully understanding why something went wrong.
keep an error log â reviewing common errors helps you avoid them in the future.
ngl, sometimes i get disappointed when i don't make mistakes cuz then i don't have a reference point for studying đ
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use visual aids
in geometry or algebra, draw diagrams to visualize the problems.
i am a heavy visual learner so if I can, I will draw out every graph and shape.
here is a simple example of visual notes in math that i took a while ago
use graphing tools to understand functions or inequalities in a tangible way.
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practice is key
math requires consistent practice â work through as many problems as you can, varying difficulty levels as you go.
don't rush â make sure you truly understand each problem before moving on.
time yourself during practice to build speed and accuracy for exams.
so important for testing! the tests i do best on i spend around 1-2 minutes per question, leaving me with almost an hour usually to review my work.
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use online resources
platforms like Khan Academy or other math-focused sites can be super helpful for understanding difficult concepts.
personally i use resources like ChatGPT to give me extra problems that i can do before an exam
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understand, don't memorize
break down formulas â know why and how formulas work to better apply them in different contexts.
if you're in more advanced math, try 'rediscovering' the formula
concepts over shortcuts â shortcuts can help, but deeper understanding will ensure long-term success.
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ask for help when needed
study groups or tutors can provide new perspectives on tough problems.
donât hesitate to ask your teacher for help if youâre stuck
trust me, teachers love questions. my teacher practically begs for them so don't be too afraid. spam office hours if you need to.
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thank you for taking the time to read this. if you have any topics that you want me to cover, let me know!!
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DIVORCING ORION BLACK | CHAPTER TWO
02 : SHOPPING (1/2)
CHPT. SUM. : life isn't easy in the Black Family household, you need to get out, you also need a new wand. Sirius does too as well as a few other things; time to go shopping.
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TAGS. : hurt/comfort ; tantrums ; fluff ; sirius needs a hug ; regulus needs a hug ; original walburga can eat shit ; orion can eat shit too ; reader being an amazing mother ; walburga deserves to get bullied ; floo powder travels ; diagon alley shopping time~ ; stupid wands ; arson ; goblin OC ; sirius being a sneaky baby ; regulus follows in his older brother's footsteps ; misbehaving things ; Ollivander cameo~ ; please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes for now, this wasn't really proofread (â„ïčâ„)Â i'll go back over things later on!
â PREV. | 01 : ARRIVAL | SERIES M.LIST
7th August 1971Â
It didnât take you long to uncover the upsetting affairs of the ever proud Black Family.Â
There was nothing to be proud of. It sickened you to witness the blatant disdain Orion had for his own two sons, neglecting them by leaving for work early and returning only to lock himself up in his home office. The bastard even overlooked his sons when he was present at home on the weekends and the few words he spoke when addressing them dripped with cruelty and ignorance. The only positive thing you could take from his absence, however, is the fact that the boys didnât have to tolerate his silent callousness for long periods of time.Â
But that meant seeing the effects of Walburgaâs despicable conditioning of the two boys, which was far worse.Â
It was clear that Regulus wanted to be favoured and compiled to his motherâs whims, desperately seeking her approval. Whenever his small, pale hands reached out for you, no matter how miniscule, you accepted with open arms and a warm smile. His precious look of surprise, and shy happiness at your unexpected acceptance, never failed to make your heart shatter, even more so that his reaction never seemed to let up.Â
Before every apology, before every small request, before every word he breathed in your direction, there was an evident hesitance, a slight fear in his motions that made him freeze up for a moment. It was a consistent action that you hoped, with time, would disappear for good. You love having Regulus for your son but you donât want him to do things just because you said so. In your previous life and before your dreams were shattered, the one thing you looked forward to about having children was the development of their own personality, the becoming of their own individual person. Thatâs what you want for Regulus, and Sirius too. But you know that Regulus was the main son who was deprived of that pleasure in the original timeline so you wanted to give him that extra bit of care. It was your responsibility, now, to give him that happiness.  Â
Sirius was the same. He wanted approval too, you could see it so very clearly in his piercing grey eyes â itâs an innocence he shares with his younger brother. Thereâs a glimmer of hope in his grey pools, hidden behind the need to protect Regulus and the mix of anger and sadness fostered by the horrendous parents he had the ill-fate of having. You want to bring down those walls but you know itâll take some time. Nevertheless, you clung onto the hope present in his eyes and used it to cultivate your firm resolution, like a garden to the foundation of a new life and a new future. It was needed, especially when Sirius lashed out, his fury, dangerously ablaze like a forest fire set on destroying everything in its wake.Â
It was no secret that the original Walburga expected nothing but excellence from her only two sons, so it didnât come as a surprise to you that she had hired private tutors for them leading up to their official education in Hogwarts. They were to study French, Etiquette, Literature, Cursive/Calligraphy, Maths and all of the wizarding basics. All taught by private tutors that delivered material like stale bread on a plate and leaving them with the terribly tedious assignments in the most ridiculous amounts. You understood why Sirius worked himself up to such a tantrum. However, he was not setting a good example for his younger brother, who clung onto the long flowing skirt of your black dress and pressed himself against your legs for comfort.Â
Tenderly, you combed your fingers through Regulusâ neatly permed hair, lightly scratching at his scalp while the two of you waited for Sirius to lose energy and simmer down enough for you to finally get a word in. It only took a few minutes but Sirius was soon left heavily panting, his expulsion of rage gone but still evident in his harsh glare and aggressive stance.
 Silence took over the room as you continued to hold his gaze, determined to handle the situation calmly but firmly and without any interruptions â you hope to God that your amateur imperturbable charm worked on the door of the room; it was the weekend, meaning that Orion was at home and he wouldnât take too kindly to his equally hateful wife being screamed at by his disobedient son.
â...itâs not fairâŠâ Sirius grumbles under his breath, pouting defiantly as his small hands ball up into clenched fists by his sides.Â
âI know itâs not fair, Sirius,â
âThenâ!â Sirius cuts himself off when you raise a brow at him, your mouth pressed into a tight, thin line.Â
Some part of you understands why Sirius would lash out so aggressively; he was practically drowning under the workload he was set by his individual tutors, drowning under the expectations the original Walburga had set on him and he didnât know how to express his frustrations. Along the way, youâre sure heâs bottled up his emotions and tried to get on with things, evident by the littered chaos of papers at his feet, marked by his neat handwriting. Such beautiful handwriting for such a young and troubled boy. With his deadline fast approaching and his assignments piled up to his ears, Sirius lashed out in the violent and wrathful way heâs been exposed to since birth. You want to be soft and comply with his demands but you know thatâll foster bad habits in him. Conceding now will only teach him that itâs okay to become violent when heâs frustrated and that itâll work to help him get what he wants. But that is a false reality. And you will not perpetuate the illusion for him. Â
Heâs your son now, heâs your responsibility and youâre going to teach him well. So you stand firm but composed. Youâre setting an example. It isnât until you sense the fear of what may happen slowly seeping into Siriusâ much smaller frame, that you step forward and take action.Â
In your slow approach, Sirius flinches and snaps his eyes tightly shut. His clenched fists slowly come up to shield his chest as his shoulders tense despite the visible shiver that runs up his frame.
A small voice calls out behind you, âMotherââ
âRegulus, this is between me and your brother. Please donât interfere,â Regulus bites his lip into silence but watches on with fearful eyes. He wants to step in and hold his brother close, the same way Sirius has done to help comfort him many times before but, no matter how strong his will, Regulus didnât move. Why? Was it the fear or⊠was it something else? Â
Once close enough, you kneel down and gently grasp Siriusâ small shoulders. You try not to wince when he falters from your touch and tries to withdraw but your grip keeps him securely in place. Inhaling deeply and slowly, you begin to speak in a stable voice and with strength. Itâs best to start from the beginning.Â
âSiriusâŠâ you wait until he meets your eyes, hesitant and afraid but stubbornly brave, âwhatâs wrong?â he sends you a look of exasperation, you can read him easily âwhy are you asking him that when heâs been screaming at you about it?â, âI will not listen or engage in any conversation with you if you ever speak to me that way,â you set the boundary and pause to make sure he processes your words clearly before continuing, âI will only listen if you talk to me like a normal person, if you just scream at me like that then I canât help you,âÂ
Sirius wants to scoff at your words; how could he possibly trust you to help him if youâve never been worthy of his trust? But he glimpses the image of his worried, younger brother over your shoulder and bites down on his sharp tongue. Regulus has grown a small but reluctant trust for you ever since the day you fainted. It was naive of him but Sirius could never fault his younger brother for anything. Heâs always been the one with the softer heart between them so it was natural for Regulus to be more trusting. Deep down, Sirius wants to have that same level of give within him too.Â
But it was hard. Itâs hard to trustâŠ
âŠthat didnât mean he didnât want to, however. One prolonged look at his brother was all he needed to have the courage to put that trust forward.Â
âItâs unfair,â he repeats, clearly this time.
âWhatâs not fair?â you prompt, your features softening along with your tone as Sirius wills himself to continue. You havenât lashed out at him yet, you havenât even threatened to launch a curse at him, that was a good sign.Â
âAll this workâŠâ he gestures to the scattered papers he had thrown to the floor in defiance. Now, he looks towards them in shame and quickly diverts his gaze from the mess.Â
âI see,â you hum as he looks onto you with eyes of wonderment, unable to comprehend that you were taking in his complaint so graciously â he isnât used to this type of gentleness but he likes it⊠ âIâm sorry youâre under so much pressure to do this much work,â Sirius holds his breath as hope builds up within him, its light is radiant but he tries to ignore it, âIâm sorry itâs been so hard for youââ
âââI tried to do well!â Sirius defends, his eyes desperately searching your own for some form of understanding. It was your warm smile that eased his panicked heart⊠in some sense, heâs beginning to understand his younger brother; his mother looks far prettier when sheâs smiling.Â
âI know,â you cup his face with one hand and lovingly caress the skin of his cheek with your thumb, âyouâve worked so hard. Thank you for trying, Sirius,â you watch tears pool at his eyes and coo comfortingly as you bring him into your arms and tuck his face into your shoulder, âIâm so sorry, my darling. I promise to talk to your tutors about the workload,â your gentle assurance and unfaltering promise eases his worries and Sirius allows himself to melt into your embrace. Youâve never called him that before. And never in such a loving or warm tone. It makes his heart feel lighter and his breath stutters in disbelief.Â
Can he keep you like this? He wants you to be like this forever.Â
Sirius doesnât know how long he stays wrapped up in your kind embrace but heâs brought back to his senses when he hears shuffling and quickly feels his younger brother being brought into the hug too. Lighthearted and optimistic about the worldâs goodness, Sirius brings an arm around his brother, who reciprocates his actions, and the three of you stay there, basking in each otherâs warmth and comfort. This is nice.Â
âRegulus,â Sirius feels his brother stiffen up beside him, but only for a moment, it almost goes unnoticed before Regulus tucks himself further into your arms, âIâm sorry for the burden of work on you too,âÂ
âI-Itâs okay, mother,â alas, his younger brother is too forgiving but Sirius knows itâs a trait that he loves his brother for.Â
âDo you like the amount of work youâre doing?â you question, doing your best to keep your tone neutral and only slightly peaking in curiosity.Â
Regulus pauses for a moment, contemplating his answer, âI wouldnât mind less workâŠâ
His answer makes you laugh, the sound feathery and light, it makes the two brothers stare at each other in wide-eyed disbelief. Theyâve never heard their mother laugh before. It was obscure and strange but a pleasant sound, something that they want to hear more often from you.Â
âThen itâs settled, Iâll be having a word with your tutors,â the two boys release a sigh of relief and you feel Sirius melt a little more into your arms, âso you can leave your work alone for next week entirely,â their shock doesnât go unnoticed but you continue, âIâm so proud of both of you for working so hard,â you didnât want to rush things but you couldnât help yourself. Slowly and gently and with all the love you could muster, you lean forward and press a kiss to Siriusâ forehead and then do the same to Regulus.Â
They were stunned into silence as a pink hue rose to their cheeks, their wide, unbelieving eyes staring up at you in the most precious way. They look so adorable; you want to capture this image of them in a photo to keep forever. You can practically hear their racing hearts trying to beat out of their chests as their eyes swim with a child-like astonishment and wonder. Theyâre just two precious little boys who deserved better than the miserable, tragic fate J.K fucking Rowling wrote for them. And you were going to stop at nothing to make sure their futures were happy.Â
Warm with happiness, your soft smile remains as you gently usher the two into the living room to settle down and relax for the evening. However, the little bubble of merriment you had cultivated with the two boys was promptly ruptured by the sour, disgruntled face you happened upon as soon as you opened the door.
Tucking the boysâ suddenly tense frames into the folds of your skirt, you address the intruder, âOrionââÂ
âWhat was all that racket?â he demanded, his voice booming and frightening enough for Regulus to begin shaking faintly against you. It made anger spike in your chest but, thankfully, Sirius was there to reach out and immediately begin comforting his younger brother. You made sure to keep the boys out of Orionâs gaze but it was no use, âSirius! I know it was you! HOW DAREâ!â
âWeâve already settled the issue so thereâs no need to talk about it further!â you interrupt through clenched teeth, chest puffed out angrily as you hold the boysâ tense but trembling figures into your legs, hoping to calm them as best as you can. Curse that imperturbable charm! And curse that stupid wand! You havenât been able to cast a single, functioning spell with it and your excitement for the world of magic had quickly dwindled into abhorrence, stemming solely from the stubbornly disobedient wand, âIâm sure you have a lot of work to do so excuse us!âÂ
You hurriedly lead the boys away from Orion and to the living room as Orion snarls, outraged at being dismissed so flippantly but confused over your sudden change in demeanour. For now, he settles on observing the changes no matter how subtle and returns back to his office.Â
âTHAT WAND ISNâT WORKING FOR YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT ITâS TRUE MASTER!â Walburga screams in your head and instantly makes you clutch your temple in distress. Settled in the living room sofas, Sirius and Regulus observe you with worry. Walburga doesnât seem to know any other way of communicating than screaming and it has led to multiple black outs and fainting spells. It also meant that you kept having to drink the same disgusting healing potion over and over again and you were sick of it!
Seeing the same symptoms again, the two boys fidget in their seats, wondering what to do to help, âAre you okay mother?â Regulus asks as you muster a small smile.Â
âIâll be alright, Regulus, thank you,â your response isnât enough to convince Sirius and he whispers something in his younger brotherâs ear as you set to deal with the annoying bitch stuck in your head.Â
âShut up you insufferable bitch, is inducing a headache your only talent?â Your words and foul language make her sputter pathetically and it makes you laugh under your breath. Your moment of joy and satisfaction is short lived, however, as Regulus summons Kreacher just as you fall into darkness once more.Â
The fucking bitchâŠÂ
8th August 1971
Because of that evil bitch stuck in your head, you had to ingest another phial-full of that horrendous healing potion. Not only that but the stupid wand still isnât working for you.Â
âHow can I survive this hell hole if I canât even use magic?â you grumble into the open air as the evil bitch cackles resembled the sputtering and coughing of a broken-down car, mixed with the discordance of an off-tune violin, erratic, grating and screeching.Â
âCan you shut up?!â you shout in your head, already fuming, âYour laugh sounds like it could kill someone! No wonder youâre so miserable and your only sons hate you!â that finally got her to shut up and you could think clearly again. Even though the situation was annoying, It made you snicker. Being able to bully Walburga into silence made those awful healing potions worth it. Youâd drink a hundred healing potions if it meant delivering justice for you two boys.Â
Now that sheâs silent, you observe your desk. Thankfully, you also had your ownhome office. The previous Walburga had a planner specific for Sirius and Regulusâ studying plans, diet and calendars full of âXâs with small notes beside them on disobedience and the subsequent punishments. It was sickening and you wanted to burn the thing but you resisted. If you want to act convincingly in front of Orion and plan slyly, you need to know as much about the original Walburga as possible so you keep all her planners, journals and scraps of paper intact. Youâll study their contents thoroughly in due time. You still have some major planning to do and you need to note down important dates to keep track of before you forget them. The start youâve made has been decent, however, you know you need to rely on magic at some points and you wouldnât be able to succeed in the current state of your wand. And it isnât as though you werenât able to cast magic; the first time you tried to cast a simple spell â the well-renowned âWingardium Leviosaâ â you had set the flowers in the vase on fire. Â
You need an excuse to go out. As the Patriach of the Black family, Orion had the key to the Gringotts Black Family vault so you canât just go out haphazardly. You also werenât comfortable with leaving the boys home alone so you need them to come with you if you can.Â
With a sigh, you slump into the rigid desk chair and set about occupying yourself with mundane tasks. Perhaps if you indulge yourself in other, simple activities, you can come up with something creative. Stacking your messily scrawled notations of future plans, you begin to rummage through the desk drawers for a stapler or paper clip but come up unproductive. Nothing. Did wizards and witches not use basic stationary?... They had magic, yes, but surelyâŠÂ
Your internal ramblings come to an abrupt stop when you spot a famed crest sitting above a deep red seal. The crest features four familiar beasts, a lion, a badger, a raven and a serpent; at the very centre was an ostentatious âHâ â itâs a letter from Hogwarts. And you were just beginning to suspect its potential contents. The seal has already been broken and the letter slips out easily.Â
Words on the page read with nostalgia, it was as if you were watching the first Harry Potter film all over again and cheering at Harryâs liberation from his toxic aunt, uncle and cousin. Â
âDear Sirius Black,â it reads and your heart stutters in both excitement and anxiety, âWe are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.â
âTerm starts on September 1st,â your eyes snapt to the desk calendar, which had automatically crossed off the days. Itâs a little early but that just means youâll beat the academic year rush. With a smile, you take out the separate list of necessary school supplies and pair it with a small list of your own.Â
Perfect, you have your reason.Â
9th August 1971Â
Before travelling by floo, Kreacher came up to you and cast a simple dirt-repellent spell on you and your two sons. You were grateful for his foresight and thanked him graciously for doing so. Much like all the times before, your unexpected kindness makes the grumpy house elf falter clumsily but adorably as Regulus grins at your side and Sirius huffs with an exaggerated pout on his lips. Heâs still ever so stubborn about the house elf but youâve observed how Regulus has put in the effort to push the two together. You join in the gentle prodding through leading by example, treating Kreacher kindly and with respect. Bit by bit, Sirius has been following yours and Regulusâ lead. Heâs not fully there but you smile at the little progress heâs made. Itâs only been a few days after all and the results are optimistic, it makes your heart flutter and you look forward to the future with brighter eyes. Sirius had been buzzing with silent excitement all morning and Regulus was quick to join his older brotherâs enthusiasm when you informed him that he was welcome to come and join you.Â
You set off to travel by floo first so you can wait for the boys on the other side and so theyâre not on their own not for too long. âDiagon Alley,â you announce clearly and without a shake of nervousness in your voice, only feverish anticipation. In moments, youâre engulfed by green flames. The world whirls around you in a dizzying blur of colours and sounds, the sensation both exhilarating and disorienting.
Unlike Harry and the Weasleys, you appear out of the subsequent fireplace without a spec of dirt on you and smile as you stumble out to await your two sons. The adrenaline rush of it all makes your fingers tingle and your head feel light headed but your smile only brightens. You still canât believe youâre really here, sometimes.
Sirius came next and then Regulus. However, despite their earlier excitement, it appears as though their spirits were dampened just before travelling. Now, they stand before you with pouting lips and downcast eyes.Â
âWhatâs wrong boys?â you ask softly, kneeling down to their level, it was purely out of instinct now. You meet them at their comfort as an equal rather than the other way around. It usually does the trick of consoling them enough to speak to you but this time is different. Their lips are tightly sealed.Â
âWeâre okay,â Sirius says in a tone that makes it seem as if he was trying to convince himself that. You want to press further but relent with a nod. It would be better for you to let them talk at their own time. Hopefully, being outside with so many charming shops dotted around, theyâll ease up and smile again. Pressing a brief kiss to their temples, you lead them out to the cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley.Â
The street was bustling with magic and mystery as you observe the scene with bright eyes. The atmosphere of the wizarding alley didnât compare to the movie adaptations. It was much more charming and wondrous to observe in real life. And wasnât nearly as claustrophobic as it was depicted to you. However, that may be due to the fact that you hadnât left the school shopping too late and so the streets werenât as congested as when Harry went school shopping for the first time. Nevertheless, your heart didnât stop pounding in elation as you held hands with your two sons and set forth to your first destination. Â
âOur first stop is at a very important place, okay?â on either side of you, Sirius and Regulus nod, still silent as you lead them through the streets. The air was thick with the scent of potion ingredients and freshly baked treats from the nearby shops, a symphony of sounds and smells, it was a little overwhelming but you couldnât complain, the tenor of the climate was still very addictive.
As if summoning your first destination, your eyes were drawn to the towering structure of Gringotts, the goblins' bank. Its grandeur was a stark contrast to the quaint shops lining the street, making it stand out like a uniquely different gem amongst a cluster of little treasures.Â
You walk forward with purpose now but still keep your strides short for the boys. Looking down you observe how they take in the environment around them, dressed like little princes with perfectly permed hair and glittering diamond eyes. Sirius had familiarised himself with the routine of the day, the first stop would be Gringotts to withdraw money to buy all of his school supplies, the second stop would be to retrieve his wand and after that, it would just be a matter of going down the list. It was a different plan to the usual fixed outline his parents were strict to follow in usual outings. Sirius would have been more enthusiastic if his father hadnât forcibly pulled him and Regulus aside after youâd first disappeared by floo.Â
âDonât even think about dirtying the Black family name while outside. If I even hear a single word of your misbehaviour, itâll be an entire day spent in the vault!â
His fatherâs threatening words echoed menacingly in his head, his mind like an empty cave except for the haunting remarks that bounced off its despondent walls. The only way for his father to hear of any misbehaving is if his mother told on them but⊠Sirius chances a brief glance up at you, only to be met by your kind smile. Quick as lightning, Sirius looks away with a clench of his hand around yours. His mother isnât like that now, thoughâŠright?
As the three of you pass windows displaying cauldrons, brooms, and a myriad of magical trinkets, Siriusâ mind raced with possibilities. What spells would he learn? Who would he meet? And would he make good friends with them? What house would he be sorted into? He hopes not Slytherin, it was what his entire family had been sorted into but he doesnât want to be like them â never like them. Would he be able to play Quidditch, his mother always used to say that it was too violent and rambunctious of a sport to be associated with. Will he like his teachers? Will he enjoy his classes? The future was a mysterious, unopened book, and Sirius, although slightly hesitant, still bound to expectations, was ready to turn the first page.
As you step through the towering bronze doors of Gringotts, a shiver of awe runs down your spine. The splendour of the entrance hall was breathtaking, with gleaming marble floors and towering pillars that seemed to reach up into the heavens â as opulent a building should be that holds secure a multitude of treasures and ancient artefacts whilst being guarded by a ferocious dragon.Â
Goblins, sharp-eyed and meticulous, worked behind large, ornate desks â tall and domineering. Their long, dexterous fingers moved swiftly as they counted coins and scribbled in large ledgers, busy but happily so when surrounded by so much gold. The air was filled with the clinks of coins and the soft murmur of transactions, bank-speak, typical and not too far from the banks of âmugglesâ. High above, the cavernous ceiling was illuminated by shimmering crystal chandeliers, casting a golden glow over everything, fitting for the amount of gold glittering beneath it. It was a complimentary union, one that oozed lavishness. Even the air smelled rich and you wondered if gold dust was dancing in it too. The atmosphere was one of ancient power and impenetrable security, safe and anchored. As you walked further in, you could feel the weight of centuries of wizarding history envelope you, it was unmistakably a place where secrets and fortunes were both hidden and revealed.Â
Approaching a vacant desk, you steady your breath and quickly recite your introduction in your head before elegantly performing it. You first drop into a low but graceful bow and repeat your greeting from memory, âGreetings Master Goblin, may your gold prosper and your enemies fail against your blade, I am Madam Black,â with bated breath, you wait for his reply, hoping that uttering your family name was enough.Â
âMadame Black, I am Filgus. What can I do for you today?â the goblin hid his surprise well. It was unusual to receive such a polite and formal greeting from the Matriarch of the infamous Black family. The surprise was pleasant but also carried with it a fair share of warning. Odd behaviour never bode well. Filgus was determined to not let anything pass, his pride as a Goblin demanded it be so. Â
âI would like to withdraw from the family vault,â you explain and hand over the key Orion hadÂ
âVery well,â Filgus accepts the key and moves to dismount his desk, âfollow me to the carts,â youâre immediately reminded of the movie scene, where the speed and twisting passage of the cart made Hagrid sick, even as a half giant.Â
âIs it safe for the children?â you fret instinctively. Maternal instincts, a previously dormant part of your nature now expressed in the most spontaneous but opportune ways.Â
Filgus snarls in offence but bites his tongue as best he could, âI assure you Madame Black that Gringotts is one of the safest establishments to exist in the wizarding world,âÂ
Not wanting to offend the goblin further, you nod with some hesitancy and keep your boys close. The fact that you worried for them made their little hearts flutter as their cheeks heated into a delicate pink hue. It was unusual for them to experience such care and worry but it still made them feel good. Turning to each other, they observe their identical reactions and bite their lips to keep from grinning too widely.Â
The journey to the vault was as winding and twisting as you remembered in the films. It was equal parts frightening and thrilling. The experience was exactly like that of a rollercoaster but without as strict of a regard to safety. If only the path was better lit, maybe that would have made the journey a little more pleasant.Â
âHere we are,â Filgus announces, stepping off the cart and politely asking for the lamp. You oblige and slowly follow him out of the cart, steadying yourself before you help Sirius and Regulus out too, âyour key, Madam Black?â Filgus sets about opening your vault door as you turn to the boys and check their welfare.Â
âAre you alright, my darlings?â you ask in a soft whisper, kneeling before them.Â
In all honesty, Sirius had enjoyed the ride down, the twists and turns and perilous speed made his head spin in the most delightful sense but heâs grown to like you worrying for him more than that temporary thrill. So, with a pitiful look on his face, he shakes his head ânoâ and slowly begins to stretch his arms open.Â
âIt was scaryâŠâ Sirius whispers, taking advantage of the cold underground temperature to make his voice shake in âfearâ.
âOh darling,â you coo softly and bring him into your arms, âitâs okay, youâre okay,â Sirius smiles into your shoulder and allows himself to cling onto you like heâs always secretly dreamed of doing. This feeling of safety and security was one he didnât ever want to let go of. Over your shoulder, Regulus gapes at the affectionate scene and, although it goes against his moral code of lying, he musters up the sly courage his older brother so easily displayed.Â
âM-me too, mother,â Regulus calls for your attention in a bashful whisper, âI was scared too,â your kind, understanding smile eases his nerves Regulus jumps into your arms as soon as you open up to accommodate his small frame.Â
This didnât count as misbehaving, right? Only they knew whether or not they were truly scared or notâŠ
The bell above the door tinkled softly, happily announcing your arrival as you pushed open the creaky, unassuming entrance into Ollivanderâs, the most renowned wand shop in all of Diagon Alley. It made you giddy just thinking about getting to meet the whimsical shop owner and wand artisan.Â
Inside, the air was thick with the scent of wood and magic, a combination that seemed to tickle the very edges of your senses. Your fingers itched to grasp at wand, your nose scrunched up at the pleasantly ancient scent permeating the air and your eyes surveyed the room with an eager gleam. The shop was narrow and cramped, yet it felt infinitely deep, with towering shelves that stretched up into the shadows. Each floor to ceiling shelving unit was crammed with thousands of slender boxes, their organisation questionable but fitting for such an antiquated establishment. Dim light filtered through the dusty windows, casting a mystical glow over everything. The walls seemed to whisper secrets of ancient trees and magical cores, each wand holding the promise of a unique bond, waiting to be discovered and pledged to its chosen master. The air was thick with anticipation, and you could hear Siriusâ heart pounding with the thrilling but nervous realisation that among the wondrous collection of boxes, one held a wand that was meant solely for him. It would be special and unequalled to anything else â an incomparable affiliation
Mr. Ollivander, with his pale, incisive eyes emerged from the shadows like a wisp of memory, his movements as silent and fluid as a ghost, a jolly ghost supporting a fanciful smile. His gaze takes in your sons, to which he gives a thoughtful hum before fixing his stare onto you.
âMadame BlackâŠâ Mr. Ollivander observes you with open curiosity, peaking the interest of your two boys, their diamond grey eyes watching the interaction silently and with overflowing intrigue, âhaving trouble with your wand?â his quick deduction makes your breath hitch and your shoulders tense. The impish gleam in his eyes almost going unnoticed by you, âitâs very peculiar for a wand that has already chosen its master to change its mind, especially from a wand thatâs so loyal,â he ponders aloud as Sirius and Regulus inch closer to your sides, clinging onto the fabric of your dress skirt as they heed Ollivanderâs nebulous words with a hint of caution, âcurious, very curious indeed... I could only think of one reason, an abstruse but entirely possible reason for such a contingency in a world of magicâŠâ Ollivander leans forward and looks deeply into your eyes, his own dancing about in their search, for what, you donât have a clue. But it feels as though he can see into your soul, the flicker in his eyes detecting the presence of another. He shakes his head, almost in disbelief but laughs merrily, easing the tension built up in the air, ânot one, but two, I seeâŠâÂ
Your heart shudders in your chest. Did he know?Â
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A/N : i would like to say that i was planning to delay this chapter update for a day or two since i was an absolute muppet to myself and decided to switch up events in the plot and oc introductions last minute but, thanks to @urmomw4ntsme (amazing username btw (Ë” âąÌ Ꭰ- Ë” )) and their message about being excited for the update, i was lovingly and innocently pushed into getting the update out on time ৻( âąÌ á âąÌ ৻) so thank you, my darling haha! i appreciate your perfectly timed, kind message. i hope you darlings enjoyed the read and forgive me for splitting this chapter up into 2 parts - i suppose i planned for too much in one chapter hehe~
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Please me- Michael Gavey x Reader
Hello! I've been obsessed with all the smut stories I've been reading on this app about several characters⊠so I've written something I thought of.
Please be kind since English is not my first language and it's the first thing +18 I've ever written ( I kinda took advantage that I was ovulating to imagine the most dirty scenarios and write them hehe)
I plan to divide them in three parts.
I hope you like it.
Warning Tags: 18+ ONLY. Smut, Oral Sex (Reader receiving), Embarrasing himself.
Part 2
It was a Friday evening, and the campus was almost empty. Half the students were either at local pubs, attending parties, or had gone home for the weekend.
Almost everyone, except for Michael. He had stayed behind without any plans, as usual. As a "Norman no-mates" kind of student, he found himself without an invitation to any parties.
He decided the best use of his time was to begin working on the final list of problems he had due in a month.
He didnât want to be with those wankers anyway.
He had no need to study or even tryâmath was just so obvious and simple. Yet, he made his way to the library, trying to escape his pristine bedroom for a while.
When he walked into the library, he didnât expect to see you there, sitting at a table with your bare legs crossed, leaning into the table, focused on a paper you were working on.
Everybody at school seemed to gravitate towards you and your group of friends, thanks to Felix Catton.
Michael couldnât begin to understand what was so interesting about that damn bloke.
Even his best mate and only friend, Oliver, had found himself enjoying the company of Felix and his superficial group of friends rather than his.
How can anyone be friends with someone who doesnât even have an ounce of gray matter?
They must all be idiots.
Every one of them. Including you.
He had decided that the first time he met you during tutorial sessions with Professor Ware. He didn't even understand how you ended up paired with him for tutoringâyour majors clearly displayed you were opposites, and he liked to think he was the smartest one.
On top of that, he believed people were a mere reflection of the friends they surrounded themselves with. So, what does it say about you if you are friends with the most superficial twat on campus?
No matter how pretty he thought you were, with those plump lips, big eyes and soft curves⊠You still were a vapid cunt.
...Or were you?
Michael Gavey wouldn't call himself your friend, but unlike everyone else, you never dismissed his presence. You were always quick to challenge his aggressive comments in the classes you shared, often proving him wrong.
Your friends, of course, found it amusing, but you never laughed. He considered you the smartest among themânot as smart as him, of course, but not sharing the same brain cell as your mates.
Sometimes, during lectures or in the halls, he caught himself watching you. Dressed in expensive clothes, you navigated the halls with an air of confidence.
He found your outfits too revealing, almost inappropriate for lectures, yet he was secretly grateful for the glimpse they offered him of your long legs and cleavage.
You were too pretty and nearly as smart as him. And you knew it, which only made things worse.
You seemed to be every guy's dream.
Every guy, including him.
Damn it.
"Michael? What are you doing here?" you asked, noticing him standing frozen in front of you, staring and holding some books.
"Uh⊠I'm here to finish some homework," he answered bluntly, attempting to head to a corner table.
"Sit with me. There's no one else in here, you know. You may as well just sit here, and we can keep each other company," you said, stopping him in his tracks. He hesitated, then made his way over and sat beside you, almost uncomfortably.
Opening his books, he tried to focus on the problems in front of him, his palms sweating as he feared you might notice the effect you had on him.
"Why aren't you at the party?" you asked, jotting down some notes on your paper, trying to make conversation and lighten the mood.
"Not fucking invited," he said simply, watching as the realization dawned on your face. You both sat there alone at the library, and continued working on your paper in silence.
"Why aren't you glued to your friends? How does studying alone work for your social life?" he asked after a moment of silence.
"Just wanted some alone time. Needed to catch up on the activities, and I was getting bored with them. Plus, it gives me a break from Felix, so I don't murder him when he's a pain in the ass."
"He's been acting like an arse lately, hasn't he?" Michael commented as he picked up another math textbook, flipping through the pages. He wasn't sure if it was true; to him, Felix may have been an arse since he was born, certainly.
"Not more than usualâshagging some girls, getting drunk, and partying. The usual," you said, shrugging as if it were normal.
"And you don't seem to mind his stupid behavior?"
"Why would I?"
"I⊠I thought you were a thing. I heard a rumor you two were togetherâŠ" He said, almost embarrassed to admit he paid attention to gossip and social life.
"What?" you snorted at his admission.
"Yes. I'd suppose anyone with a brain would be jealous if their boyfriend was sleeping around with other girls," he said, tightening his grip on his pencil and trying to sound nonchalant.
"Definitely not. We just enjoyed some benefits in the past," you dismissed his comment casually. "We've known each other since childhood; we're not a couple. Sex is a necessity, wouldn't you agree?"
"Uh⊠IâŠ" Michael was stunned, to say the least. "IâŠ" He tried to speak, to form a response, but he was too flustered and speechless.
"Oh my God," you turned towards him, looking surprised. "Michael, are you a virgin?" you asked in a low voice.
Michael's eyes widened at your words, a red blush instantly appearing on his face. He looked away, trying to avoid your gaze. He couldnât even deny it.
How could he when it was so painfully obvious?
"N-No!" he lied, trying to keep his cool but failing miserably.
"Have you ever seen a woman naked, Michael?" you asked, smiling with a glint in your eyes at the discovery.
Michael wished he could die at that moment. The embarrassment he felt was so intense that just when he thought he couldnât blush more, he grew even redder.
"Yes, of course I have!" he responded defensively, too fast as if trying to convince himself. Who was he kidding? He let out a huff and muttered, "No, I havenât, okay?"
"Why not?"
"Well, in case you haven't noticed, thereâs not exactly a line of women trying to get with me, obviously" he scoffed.
"I think youâre cute," you said, smiling at him. He obviously thought you were lying. "So⊠uh, what exactly do you do to relieve any urges?"
How else?!?
He let out a loud groan at that question, covering his face. He did not want to be having this conversation, yet here you were, asking him the most embarrassing questions.
He leaned back in his chair, avoiding your gaze, and couldnât believe he was admitting this to you.
"I⊠have a few magazines and videosâŠ" he mumbled, his face still red. "And I⊠use them, obviously."
"So⊠you take care of yourself then. It's perfectly normal and healthy." You smiled, noticing his red cheeks. "Nothing to be embarrassed about. I do it all the time when I'm stressed."
Of course, you knew how he took care of himself; you were not stupid. You had a feeling he was a virgin and a prude, and you just wanted to hear him admit it.
You had taken some interest in Michael since the beginning of the term. At first, he was just a lonely student who was too eager to prove himself better than anyone in classes, commenting on how useless non-math topics were.
It was when Farleigh told you how much Michael stared at you in classes and made fun of him, claiming that he had a silly crush on you, that you started to notice him more.
The way his sandy blonde hair framed his face, the big blue eyes behind the framed glasses, his thin lips always pouting unconsciously as he disregarded everyone else.
You were now too interested in him, and you started to wonder what it would be like to be with him and teach him. To make him eat all his words⊠and satisfy your curiosity.
"Whatâs it likeâŠ?" he asked suddenly, his voice slightly above a whisper, looking over at you.
"What?" you smiled at him. Michaelâs cheeks turned a shade redder, and he cursed himself inwardly for even asking that question. Yet he was too far gone now, his curiosity having taken over.
"Touching a womanâŠ" he mumbled, clearing his throat awkwardly.
"Maybe you'll just have to find out for yourself," you shrugged.
"Oh, for fuck's sake!" he turned towards you. "You asked me all these weird questions and now you can't answer mine?"
You were slightly taken back by his outburst, noticing the way his cheeks were red out of embarrassment and fury.
"What do you even ask them for? To make fun of me with those suckers?" he snarled.
"No. I asked because if you want to, maybe I can teach you," you said simply, staring into his eyes.
"How?" was all that came out of Michael's mouth as you stood up and quickly gathered your things.
"Come on, follow me." He watched as you walked over to a private study room at the end of the hallway, one of those reserved for group studies. It had a large meeting table and boards.
Understanding, he grabbed his things in a hurry and followed you to the room. He entered, locking the door behind him and glancing at where you were standing, at the center of the room, sitting at the edge of the table.
He walked over to you, trapping you against the table. He stood there for a moment, watching you, not knowing what to do next. So, you moved closer to him, taking him by surprise when your lips pressed against his in a slow kiss.
He closed his eyes, breathing in your scent, his lips kissing yours desperately. He felt it when you took his hand and carefully led it to your breast.
With your hand upon his, you gave it a squeeze and parted the kiss, watching his bewildered expression, the tint of red in his cheeks growing darker.
"Maybe you can finally explore the body of a woman," you whispered. He was too stunned for a moment, as if he was daydreaming, but then you looked into his eyes and nodded.
His gaze grew darker, and he carelessly pushed down your shirt, watching your breasts peek out.
His breath hitched, and you could see how his pupils dilated at the sight of them. His hands slid through your tits as he stared down at them with amusement.
Between his thumb and index, he reached for your nipple and noticed the way you let out a sigh out of pleasure, your nipples growing hard at his touch.
He bent down and started kissing and sucking your neck, leaving small bites here and there, where he thought people would be able to see them.
His tongue started lowering and lowering until he reached where his hands were formerly placed, and his lips started sucking on your nipple, with a free hand he cupped your other breast, moving his fingers in irregular circles.
He focused his gaze on you, and noticed the way a moan escaped your lips.
You were desperate for his touch; he could see it.
He could feel his heart throttling, as his mouth explored every inch of your breasts, the movement of his lips and tongue was a mix between inexperience and pure desire. Your fingers moved to his hair, encouraging him to continue.
"MichaelâŠ" - his name escaped your lips in a low voice. - "that feels good, do you want to keep going? "
He nodded desperately, eager to continue exploring the fullness of your body. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.
Without a word, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was urgent, his trembling hands sliding through the side of your legs until he gripped your ass.
When his fingers brushed the hem of your skirt, you felt a surge of anticipation.
Slowly, almost reverently, he began sliding your skirt upwards, exposing more of your thighs.
He leaned back to admire the view, your breasts on full display, your red cheeks, and the way the fabric of the skirt gathered up your hips.
His hands started exploring the flesh of your inner thighs, tracing circles in his path as his fingers ventured closer to your core, a soft moan escaping your lips as you tilted your head back.
Michael's eyes darkened with desire at the sound, and his hands stilled for a moment, savoring your reaction.
He knelt in front of you, and he watched with amusement the way his fingers traced a path at the edge of your panties, the fabric acting as a barrier between his touch and your core.
He ran a finger through the fabric and felt how wet it was, before he moved it aside and a moan escaped his lips at the sight of your pussy. His gaze met your eyes, almost shily with a question written on them of whether he could go further.
When you nodded, his fingers started touching you, moving his finger up and down slowly, trying to find the place that would give you more pleasure, when his finger met your clit, he noticed the way your body shivered and he focused his attention there.
He started moving his fingers slowly against your bud, and the quiet moans he heard and the way your breath hitched, made him think he was doing a good job, so he started to move his fingers faster, in a painful way.
A whimper left your mouth, and your hand grabbed his, stopping him.
"No. Not fast or it hurts. " - you said between breaths, when he nodded in understanding, you guided his fingers once again against your clit.
Guiding him through the right pace which makes your skin grow hotter.
His fingers started moving with more confidence, finding rhythms and patterns that made you moan.
His name erupted from your chest in a cry of pleasure, and suddenly his touch was not enough, with a hand placed against the table you leaned forward and watched the way his gaze was focused on your core.
His fingers were not enough, you needed more.
You needed him pressed against you, so with your other hand you grabbed his hair and pulled him closer to your pussy, a groan reverberated in your skin, and his lips started sucking on it.
His erection was hard since he entered the room, and as he watched you moaning and pulled him closer it grew painfully hard, the boxers restraining him and making his cock start to twitch.
He thought it would be more painful the embarrassment he would feel if he came on his boxers at the simple sight of her moaning while he ate her up, so he tried to focus solely on her.
He failed...
You started breathing heavily at the way his fingers slither inside you and his tongue moved against your pearl.
Fueled with pleasure your back arched, and your fingers tightened their grip on his hair, pulling him closer. His touch was electric, and your eyes opened, locking your gaze with him... hen he lost it.
His cock started throbbing against his boxers, seizing as he came undone at the sight of you.
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hey!!! i was thinking about fem!reader x cole water, something like an enemies/rivals to lovers. theyâre both very competitive in class and in sports. but, when cole gets injured, he stops caring about school. now, i donât know how to continue, maybe reader goes to his house to ask him after he fails or smth and they have a fight that ends with him confessing? idk do your thing!! lots of love
ăœïœăâăœïœâââ swim ă cole walter
â Â·Ë àŒ âââ two headstrong rivals whoâve always been competitive in everything they do suddenly stop and when push comes to shove, maybe theyâll fall in love.
wc: 1,125
cole walter x fem!reader (use of she/her pronouns & use of y/l (your last name))
tw: kissing/making out (?)
a/n: shit description from me iâm sorry đ. but i wanna say before reading, this prompt leans more towards the book version of cole so thatâs what was in my head when writing :)
THERE WAS something about Cole Walter that irritated and intrigued her all at the same time. The way he had this âdonât careâ attitude, but had been well off to have at least a âBâ in all of his classes. He was Cole Walter and he had been the one people eyed in the hallways. The one guy people wanted to be with and couldnât have unless he looked your way.
And before his injury, the two of you were always neck and neck. It didnât matter what the topic or subject was, the two of you just had to be better than the other. If you wanted a âAâ in math, he would do his best to make an âA+â just to irk you. If he wanted to run laps around the track, youâd join in and out run him by a mile.
But that was before the injury. Before he came an even bigger asshole, which you didnât think was possible. Something had shifted after the incident and heâd simply changed. He stopped caring about the sports, the academics, the feelings, almost stopped caring about himself it seemed.
And he just pushed people away, he wanted nothing to do with some people, and maybe thatâs why the âCole Effectâ had worked so well. Youâd be considered lucky if Cole Walter wanted something to do with you, even if it meant for one night.
But things seemed to never go right for Cole. He started failing and if he continued on this path he would repeating his junior year.
And his teachers assigned him to a tutor for every class and she just so happened to be one of them.
She would tutor Cole for science, but none of it seemed to stick. No matter how often they met for the tutoring session, Cole would only come back to her with âDâsâ and âFâsâ which she didnât understand. She was a star student herself, so she didnât quite understand how or why Cole was failing. It looked bad on the both of them and it seemed as if Cole just didnât care.
So, one night, she decide that she would take matters into her own hands and simply as him why.
She knocked on the door of the Walterâs and on the other side stood Jackie Howard, a small smile on her face as she looked over at the girl.
âHey.â Jackie smiled.
âHey.â She replied. âIs Cole home?â
Jackie nodded, opening the door to allow her inside. âHeâs upstairs. His room his the first door you see when youâre up there.â
She thanked Jackie and made her way upstairs and gently knocked on the door.
There was shuffling on the other side, but the door opened and Cole stood on the other side, his shirt absent and his shorts hanging absolutely too low, but he was in his room alone, so she couldnât quite complain.
âWhat are you doing here, Y/L?â
âCan we talk?â
Cole rested his hands on the doorknob, his body pressed against the frame of the door. âAbout?â
She sighed deeply. âYou keep failing and your grades are reflecting on my tutoring. So I was just wondering-â
âI appreciate you tutoring me.â Cole said, cutting her off. âI really do, but itâs clearly not working. So maybe we should just-â
âItâs wasnât like this before.â She said. âYouâre smart, Cole. I know you. Youâve gotten better grades than I have out of spite. All Iâm asking you to do is to try and⊠study, listen to me when Iâm tutoring you-â
âAnd if I donât?â
She looked up at him. She was growing angry. Why was he cutting her short? Why wasnât he trying?
âWhatâs your problem?â She asked. âHave I done something to you?â
âNot at all, Y/L.â He said calmly. âBut itâs getting late, so maybe you should head back home.â
With that, Cole shut his door and she stood on the other side of it, looking at the wooden piece with her brows furrowed.
It was 8:30.
So, she opened the door and slammed it shut behind her as she stood in Cole and Dannyâs room. The other twin absent.
âCan I help you?â He asked.
âWhatâs wrong you?â She asked. âAll semester youâve been failing every class, havenât joined any extra curriculars, and have done nothing to fix that. Iâm trying my best to be nice and tutor you. Iâve been nothing but nice to you and youâve been nothing but an asshole since-â
âSince what, Y/L?â He asked, his hands pressed against the desk, his muscles flexing as he did so. âSince the accident?â He chuckled. âI had a scholarship. I had football. I donât have any of that now, so whatâs the point?â
âThe point is to keep trying.â
Cole shrugged. âI still donât see the point.â
Her expression softened as she looked at him. "The point is, you're worth more than that. You have potential, Cole. You just need to find your purpose, something that drives you."
"I don't know anymore," Cole said, his tone defeated. "Everything I thought I knew, everything I thought I wanted, it's all gone."
âYou donât need to figure all of that out right now.â
Cole looked down at her, his eyes searching hers. He heavily sighed as he began to think. Why was she the first person to actually talk some sense into him? Out of everyone, itâd been her to make him almost feel seen.
So, he stepped forward, cupping his hands onto her cheeks and gently pressed his lips against hers. It was a soft, tender kiss at first, as though he was testing the waters to see if she would respond.
Cole pulled back, his forehead resting against hers.
âIâm not going to be one of your girls, Cole.â She muttered.
âYouâre not.â He said. âIâm sorry⊠I- Iâll try. Iâll start trying. I just one chance.â
She followed his eyes, trying to see if heâd been lying or that it was some sort of false hope.
But she couldnât see it, no matter how hard she looked, nothing but a chance had been there.
So, she nodded and pressed forward, gently pressing her lips against his.
This time, the kiss was more passionate, their lips moving together with more urgency. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as his hands ran through her soft hair.
She let out a soft moan as the kiss deepened, her own hands running over his muscular chest as she pressed herself against him.
They pulled away for a moment, panting and grinning at each other.
âWeâll just take things slow for now, okay?â She said.
Cole nodded. âI can do that.â
â lucy has something to say !!
the book and movie are simply not the same
but anyway, i feel like this is kind of all over the place especially towards the end but its down so thatâs all that matters.
my request are opened!
you can check out my rules and such before requesting and checking masterlist to see who i write for, for more!
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The full Bennet Family Finances endnote from Ch33
Iâve been doing some more maths (ch26 has the initial discussion) on the savings that our characters might do/shouldâve done since itâs fascinating to me and some of the comments Iâve been getting have been making me think more about it. One of the common themes is surprise at just how negligent the Bennets were at saving, instead of merely being stretched thin by expenses. I understand this completely, as it isnât something thatâs explicit in an easily recognisable way for modern audiences.
So, where could they have been more economical? They donât go to London, no one has a gambling addiction, all travelling (which was EXPENSIVE) is done cost effectively, and they certainly didnât spend all the money on tutors and the like for their daughters. Iâm sure thereâs actual academic papers by historians on this (I miss my uni access to those so much) but I can take some educated guesses.
We know Mrs Bennet is just bad with household management. Part of which might mean ordering too much food (itâs mentioned she keeps a good table, so this is as close to canon as we can get) and perhaps not being efficient with what she does order, ie wanting different meats from night to night, instead of having the leftovers served as stews or whatnot, not keeping an eye on the prices of sugar, salt, etc to buy when theyâre cheap, making special orders instead of purchasing whatâs readily available, etc. We know none of the Bennet women assist in the kitchen (as the Lucases do) so thatâs more work for servants and thus likely to contribute to the need of an extra servant or higher wages. Household management could also be more innocuous things like always buying the expensive bees-wax candles, instead of using tallow when guests arenât around or in out-of-the-way rooms. And being inefficient with candle usage (this is likely a Mr Bennet flaw too, if he enjoys reading in his library at night) in order to have a room better lit than strictly necessary. There was a reason families all tended to gather in one room after dark, and the Bennets notably donât. Also having fires in all the principal rooms instead of just the ones likely to be used that day. If thereâs ways to be inefficient with funds when it comes to cleaning, Iâm sure they found a way there, too. Basically, anything that requires forward planning to help with economy would be lacking.
 But thatâs all âessentialsâ just done inefficiently, what luxuries might they have had? They have the income to warrant their carriage, horses, and it seems Mr Bennet does hunt, but thatâs also a standard expense for his wealth, so letâs focus on what might be pushing them to their limits. Other than the over-provisioned dining table, which weâve mentioned, nothing about their socialising habits seems excessive. Mrs Bennetâs love of fashion could be pushing her wardrobe bill up, Mr Bennetâs love of books could be a VERY expensive hobby, and of course â five daughters out at once. Having five daughters out (especially unnecessarily as Lydia and even Kitty were quite young to be out) cost a LOT of money. Lady Catherine was rude as anything, but her surprise at the fact was warranted. Other than money, it also meant the daughters were in direct âcompetitionâ for the same limited amount of suitors, which theoretically might hurt the elder girlsâ chances. Five distinct wardrobes for young women which needed gowns for all occasions, going through dance shoes and gloves very quickly, bonnets, etc, all added up. At the start of the book multiple hundreds of pounds a year would be going to keeping their daughters looking the part while mixing in society.
But Janeâs only twenty-one or twenty-two at the start of the novel, and came out at fifteen at the earliest. Yet the Bennets still never saved money, and never overspent their income, so there were other expenses they were able to drop which had been preventing them from saving money for the first sixteen or so years of their marriage. I think itâs fair to assume thereâs random, one-time bigger expenses that were undertaken with any substantial spare money: perhaps the hermitage Mrs Bennet mentions is a newer addition, was the coach (which are normally ordered around the start of a marriage) refitted more recently, how often is the dĂ©cor of Longbourn updated (and on that note, are things like the sofa reupholstered or completely replaced), do they impulse buy vases and sculptures, make sure whatever alcohol they do buy (which appears to be a reasonable amount for their class) is the expensive stuff, etc. Whatever it is, itâs a both parent problem. Mrs Bennet is bad at money management and instead of changing her habits or preparing her daughters for financial hardship puts pressure on them to marry (preferably rich, but she doesnât seem to have a complaint about Wickham in that regard). Mr Bennet is smart enough to see that there is a problem and how to fix it, but after his first idea fails (have a son to break the entail and thus provide for his widow and other children â which doesnât even necessarily mean the girls would get a dowry, just that they would never live in poverty) does nothing to reassess the issue or find a solution. He essentially shrugs his shoulders and lets his daughters shift for themselves. One parent is too stressed about money and only addresses it negatively, and the other isnât stressed enough and doesnât address it seriously at all. Neither do anything productive, even though changing their habits would be enough to fix it. I love them, but MASSIVE parenting failure on their end; and hinted to occur because the parents were too used to comforts and different themselves to be able to work together and act on a solution.
Now for some actual MATHS! Which, yes, I realise I am strangely excited about.
The idea that most of the Bennetsâ money is spent by having so many daughters out at once seems to keep popping up in my time on the internet. So, I thought it would be interesting to see what their dowries could be if that five-daughters-out-at-once money wasnât spent on other things before any daughters were out. Costs of this could vary a bit between families, and though we know Lydiaâs expenses were almost ÂŁ100 per annum that includes board and food as well as little gifts from Mrs Bennet, so we canât simply multiply that by five and be done with it. But, given Mrs Bennetâs desire for fashion and the poor financial management we see from her and some of her daughters, itâs quite possible clothes were being bought new rather than pulled apart and remade more than they ought to be, so spending ÂŁ50 to ÂŁ60 a year on each daughter being âoutâ seems reasonable. For the purposes of this, letâs look at a total of ÂŁ250 and ÂŁ300 a year for all five, and in the 4%s because thatâs where the money settled on Mrs Bennet apparently is. After sixteen years of marriage (when we will assume Jane comes out) thatâs ÂŁ5,456 or ÂŁ6,547. Meaning that just doubled their dowry, even if they save nothing else after that. If the interest is left alone, thatâs more than ÂŁ1,000 thatâs added to it before the novel even begins. Suddenly Mr Bennet dying at the start of the novel would leave his widow and daughters with between ÂŁ11,500-ÂŁ13,000 instead of the meagre ÂŁ5,000 they actually have.
And the girls didnât all come out at once, so just to put some numbers to it for math purposes, letâs say Elizabeth came out one year after Jane, Mary two years after her, Kitty another two years later, and Lydia the following year. For simplicity, each girl coming out is going to remove the same amount of money (when realistically itâs likely Jane, who needs everything new, and Lydia, whoâs spoilt, would have cost the most). With the lower estimates of expenses, thatâs ÂŁ8,062 saved at the time of the novel, taking the total for Mrs Bennet and the girls to ÂŁ13,602 or ÂŁ2,612 each, assuming nothing else is saved. At the higher cost for the girls being out, thatâs ÂŁ9,676 saved and ÂŁ14,676 that theyâll eventually inherit a share of. Still below what they should have as dowries, but a vast improvement, and proof of why having five daughters out at once was an additional strain but not THE strain. It was just another element in a mountain of problems.
âBut what if it was in the 5%s?â asks no one but me. I think they would stick to the more stable bonds Mrs Bennetâs dowry is in, but if they didnât, the same situation as above would save ÂŁ9,243 (or ÂŁ14,243 total) or ÂŁ11,090 (ÂŁ16,090 to share or ÂŁ3,218 each).
For pure funsies, the numbers if Mr and Mrs Bennet had also saved the interest of the ÂŁ5,000 settled upon her (which by itself would grow to ÂŁ12,324 in the 4%s) in addition to these savings are:
ÂŁ20,387 (ÂŁ4,077 each at the start of the novel) with the ÂŁ250 expenses estimate. At ÂŁ300 for all five daughters out, we get to ÂŁ21,998. Both of these numbers suddenly mean the Miss Bennets would never have to fear poverty when Mr Bennet died and they would individually each be as rich as their mother was, and though they wouldnât be counted as rich themselves, would at least have something respectable. They might not cost their husbands money to marry.
AND THEN if everything is in the 5%s but that original ÂŁ5,000, and the interest it gains is also moved to the higher interest account, the grand total would be either ÂŁ22,528, again assuming the ÂŁ250 expenses, and ÂŁ24,376 at the ÂŁ300 estimate.
Iâve been doing some equations for Darcy, too. So, letâs talk about that next chapter, to give me time to really figure it out.
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Hiii Iâm so sorry to bother you!, hope your day goes well <3 I just want to ask, how can I improve in maths? Iâm preparing myself for the sat and I have trouble with understanding it. Any tips would be very much appreciated, thanku !! âĄ
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ty for the ask & the kind words! you are never a bother, i'm happy to help đ„° i can def give some tips as someone who went from struggling w/ math to being good at it. and iâve taken the SAT so i know that experience as well! i hope this helps đ
take accountability
itâs very easy to try to shift blame & avoid taking responsibility for your grades/ performance. i used to think things like âthe teacher is just bad!â or âiâm just not a math person!â but this mindset is just deflecting. some things are out of your control, like what teacher you have or preferring other subjects, but you have to step up & work hard to create your own success! remembering this will help you stay motivated and disciplined.
find your learning style
i talked about this in a previous post too, but there are different styles of learning - visual, auditory, hands-on, & reading/writing - and not all of them work for everyone. if you spend a ton of time studying and donât see improvement or results, thatâs a big sign that youâre studying wrong. a method that works for your friend or that your teacher uses might not actually be effective for you. so do some research into learning styles and study methods, and find implement strategies that work for you.
never fall behind
okay, easier said than done. but one of the biggest reasons i used to struggle is math is that i would get stuck on a concept, never fully master it, and then iâd stay behind. in math, a lot of topics build on each other. if you get stuck on a topic, itâs crucial that you figure it out asap or your confusion will snowball. you canât build a solid structure on top of a wobbly foundation. the moment you encounter a problem area, study it until youâve completely understood.
practice makes perfect
i try to steer clear of recommending specific study methods b/c everyone has different learning styles. but math is so dependent on problem solving & applications that you really have to master this skill in order to succeed. beyond just reviewing your notes & reading over concepts, you need to practice applying topics by solving problems. do the homework questions & do them for accuracy, even if itâs just graded for completion. find extra problems in the textbook, workbook, online, etc. redo questions from class or the hw that confused you until you can do them correctly without your notes. drill it until you can solve them AND understand how the steps work!
ask for help
i am clearly a big proponent of asking for help. in school, your teachers are gonna be one of the best resources you have. for one, theyâre teachers for a reason, so even if you think theyâre not too great at explaining stuff, they know the concepts. and besides that, your teachers the ones who are creating units, assigning your work, writing & grading your tests... they should be your go-to for questions. visit them during office hours or email to set up a meeting where you can discuss concepts. ask for extra practice problems, ask them to look over your work & let you know how it looks, talk through your work with them. aside from teachers, you can get help from a tutor, a classmate, whoever you can turn to. but pls donât suffer alone! succeeding with help is still succeeding.
use the internet
so maybe your teacher truly sucks at explaining. maybe you donât have classmates to help and canât afford a tutor. or maybe you just wanna supplement your learning another way. i really really recommend utilizing free learning tools online!! khan academy is an obvious one for videos, practice problems, and more. you can also find tons of youtube videos explaining math topics. sometimes it helps to hear things explained another way. i also google â[math concept] practice problemsâ if i want extra questions to work through.
bonus: tips for SAT math
the SAT is a bit different b/c the math concepts arenât actually too advanced. itâs all multiple choice so you donât get to rely on partial points for showing your work. the SAT is testing your strategy & speed as much as itâs actually testing you on math concepts, so here are my best tips for that specifically:
use khan academyâs SAT prep tool - itâs free (!!!!!) and it links to your collegeboard account. it uses prior yearsâ SAT content so itâs very similar to the test itself. it helps you pace yourself, pinpoint your problem areas, learn & apply concepts, & track your progress. here's a screenshot from when i used it, as you can see my scores improved and i was able to ultimately get a superscore of 1450!
take practice tests - this helps you get familiar with the time constraint. khan academy has plenty!!
do a ton of SAT math practice questions - ideally, find a ton of questions used in prior SAT tests and just crank them out. the test's concepts are quite repetitive so if you just focus on the topics they usually test, you can master them
learn test-taking strategies - the SAT is multiple choice and has a tricky time constraint, so however you can save time will help. become good at using the process of elimination & other multiple choice test methods. you can find these sorts of tips online!
i hope this helps! know that you are completely capable of improving at math. i went from thinking i suck at it & doing poorly in math class to acing my calc courses & studying to enter a math-focused field. utilize your resources and figure out your best study style asap, and you WILL see improvements!
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nerd!megumi x fem reader part three â feeding you horny ppl because this is one of my most liked and requested one! hope you enjoy <3
nerd!megumi who always tutors you before every major exam. teaches you in a more effective method. "listen, y/n," he grabbed your attention, spinning you around in your chair so you'd face him, his hands on both sides of your handrest, trapping you, "let's play a game, shall we? everytime you get an answer right, i take a particle of my clothes off. and if you're wrong, you take them off."
a sly smirk would be plastered on his face by how hard you were trying to get all the answers correctly. by now, you were just in your panties and matching bralette, and he was in his sweatpants, frurstrating tears welled up in your eyes from not being able to remember the simple math formulas that were so easy for you before, but now you need help to learn.
nerd!megumi who cooes you, strokes your hair and calms you down as you cry about your math struggles. you hugs you tightly and doesn't let go till your breathing and heart rate is normal again. but it's difficult to slow down your heart rate when you're on his lap, his large long hands under your hoodie calming you down as he whispered the softest, nicest compliments into your ear.
"shh..shh...it's okay, it's okay. it's just a math problem," he laughed airly, as he hugged you tighter, "your too smart for it, butterfly. come on, clean yourself up," he said, leaning back to look at your red swollen face, and puffy nose, your lips glossy from drool and your eyes bloodshot, "then we can cuddle, watch star wars, and have ice cream, hmm?" you shot him a small smile as you wiped your face with the back of your hand. "you look so pretty when you cry..."
nerd!megumi who sends you nudes in the middle of your lecture.
Megs <3
Attachment : 1 image. do you like it? sent 11:05am
him shirtless, with wet hair, his glasses fogged up and he's only covered by the thin towel that hangs lowly on his waist, showing his v-cut. your eyes trailed down to his abs, water droplets coat him and you hope it was you.
You
I'm in class!! sent 11:10am
Megs <3
you don't like it? Attachment : 5 new images. sent 11:25am
this time the towel was gone. his pink tip was wet and his cock huge. one of his large hand covered his cock and you closed your eyes, feeling the heat grow between your thighs.
"ms. y/n, can you repeat anything i just said, or is your entire syllabus written on your phone?"
nerd!megumi who goes to the dean demand that your teacher stop being so unprofessional and rude towards you. megumi who asks you to step outside, and threatens the dean, "i'm your top student, aren't i?" he pushed his glasses up, the dean shifted nervously on his seat. megumi stayed quiet, waiting for his answer.
"yes."
"then you know if i say something out in the public, how deeply it would effect your college. teachers would get fired, i wonder if you will even stay. especially with your affair with the assistant teacher of mrs. passwater." he smirked, the dean's eyes widened as he opened his mouth but megumi put his finger up, shushing him, "who is fifteen years younger than you. keep mr. suguro's gaze out of y/n, and i will keep my mouth shut." megumi, who comes out of the dean's office with the most unreadable of expression, "wanna get waffles, butterfly?"
nerd!megumi who is so nervous when he's metting your parents. "do you think they will like me?" he sighed, "maybe i should've worn the suit. maybe the hoodie was bit too casual." he mumbled, fixing unknown creases from his hoodie as you held his hand. "i love you so much, you know that?" you smiled at him, kissing his temple as he blushed furiously, "i hope you love me like the way i love you." he sighed, his deep blue eyes growing a little sad as you kissed his cheek.
"i love you, too, megs. you don't have to doubt my love, be like anakin." he smirked, as you smiled cheekily. your parents definately hit it off with megumi. they ate every joke, every observational comments, and they, of course, loved the fact that he was so good at his studies... and that he was rich. "they love youuuuu!" you said happily, hugging him, "we should get married." his eyes widened as you gasped, "after we graduate. and have our careers on the ground."
"i'd marry you any day." he said, mumbling against your lips, "i love you."
"i know."
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More tag rants!!!!!!
I finally saw the mean girls musical (the movie one) I have so many fucking thoughts oh my god
#Oni talks#thoughts#mean girls 2024#ok back to what I was saying about Aaronâs missed potential#so him being specifically in AP calc is interesting to me bc unless Iâm wrong about how that works which fair I was in special math but you#have to qualify for AP calc iirc? or at least in my exp ppl only take AP calc vs regular for specific reasons like they actively want to#or are being made to by parents or have to for some specific reason coz usually thereâs regular math progression classes and then special &#AP are separate in my experience. so you could have either leaned into the way he saw Cady as different from Regina via like the math thing#either having him bond because he likes math too hence AP or if you wanna keep him dumb you could lean into him valuing the difference of#Cady and how sheâs good at math when he isnât like it does sorta depend on if you wanna play it like he has to do AP or if he wants to like#does he enjoy math but still struggle with it? does he hate it? is he being pulled in a different direction like highschool musical style?#also if you wanted to highlight a difference from the original iirc (again been a while since I saw it) having Cady tutor him instead could#be more interesting? like if heâs required to learn for a sport or something#not in the using way tho but in like the he actually needs help way? also we lack enough of his perspective of Regina like I think again#keeping her canonically closeted could be interesting from his perspective of clearly seeing her lack of interest in him & what that does#for his self esteem & depending how toxic of a relationship you want his reaction to Cady being like Regina can be stronger like imagine you#finally escape your toxic/maybe abusive idk ex & think you finally found someone who actually cares about you only for them to start acting#exactly like your ex? if you wanna keep the math nerd shit & them bonding maybe Regina teased him for it & he thought he finally saw someone#who wasnât ashamed of it and who could share with him? or just anything that makes him a person coz to be fair in the original and in this#itâs clear Cady only ever liked him for his looks & not him as a person so that could be interesting if we have that parallel Regina & if#we keep closeted Regina & the concept that maybe sheâs stringing him along bc sheâs jealous bc she likes Cady? &/or if we keep the fact like#heâs clearly popular too right so we could turn around those lyrics & lean into the concept of Regina performing & using him for her own#status & not really caring about him or the relationship? if we wanna expand the third guy who tbh is also just kinda there but even more lo#if this was a show heâd need more story and thereâs plenty of ways you could do that? also in an expanded version one thing Iâd find cool#janis gf at the end is so last minute? like ya sheâs gay but sudden random date? ok lol obv in a show version thereâs more plot or build up#or just SOMETHING? similar with Damianâs love interest where at least they are shown before but we have like 0 story for them lol also one#awkward side effect of no janisXKevin is heâs kinda just there? I feel like there could be more ties or more for him to do coz I do find his#character interesting partially coz he does remind me of ppl I used to know irl again lol if you wanted him to keep that proud to be a math#guy & say we keep Aaron invested in math they could have a plot together I guess? obviously part of why Iâd want this to be a show is to#expand and give room to the crumbs in the movie that needed time to breathe but tbf there would need to have some new stuff too to round out
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CHERRY â psh. â (teaser)
a lollipop a day keeps park sunghoon awayâŠ
# genre: outcast!sunghoon x class prez!fem!reader enemies to lovers, slow burn, high school au, 90âs au
# warnings: insults, minor violence, substances/partying, cursing, sunghoon is an asshole
# featuring: sunghoon & enha! + txt + aespa
# playlist: not for sale by enhypen, still into you by paramore, chaser by woodz, high school sweethearts by melanie martinez
# a/n: hi guys!!! I am super excited about this new little project bc I love hoon and Iâve never written a full project for him :( lmk if you wanna be added to the tag list and I hope u enjoy the teaser!!!!
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cherry is officially out! read it here <3
it isnât a well disguised fact that park sunghoon doesnât like youâno, hate would be a better word. park sunghoon hates you, and he makes it clear to everyone who knows him. but when you leave him a different flavored lollipop every day, it gets a little harder to loathe you.
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Park Sunghoon finds solace in the fact that he annoys you.
He isnât sure he truly does, as youâre quite adept at keeping your face blank when something pisses you off. But for a moment, that bright, customer-service smile slips, and the left corner of your lip twitches when he sneers at you from across the room. Thatâs how he likes it. He likes that he has an effect on you, negative or otherwise, although it was always the former.
âYou need to let it go.â Jake sighed as he watched Sunghoonâs eyes follow you across the room when you stand to pass out the semester syllabus. âI donât even understand why you donât like her."
âHow could you not?â he phrased his question like a statement.
âWell, first of all, sheâs my math tutor.â Jake says, smacking the top of his best friendâs head with a rolled up spiral notebook, crumpling his notes. âSo I have to get along with her. And second of all, she makes it pretty easy considering sheâs such a catch.â Sunghoon groaned in annoyance, a petulant frown on his pretty face.
âGod, youâre so brainless.â Sunghoon whined. âYouâre just another one of the idiots completely infatuated with her.â
Well, why wouldnât he be? Youâre the president of the school council, head of the party planning committee, photographer of the yearbook club, and the school newspaperâs best writer. Itâs an intricate balancing act, and a wonder that you could keep it up on the daily.
âIâm not infatuated.â Jake said with an indignant hiss. âI just donât hold stupid grudgesâ shit, sheâs coming.â The Aussie cleared his throat and painted an enthusiastic and eager smile onto his face as you approached the boyâs shared table.
âGood morning.â you chirped, and Jake grinned in response. âHereâs the syllabus.â You passed a double sided sheet of paper to each of them, gently setting it down on the desk. It didnât escape Sunghoonâs attention that his was wrapped up in a roll, a piece of tape closing the document into a cylinder. You sent him a soft smile, looking at him through your lashes, before backing away from the table and moving onto the next pair of students who were waiting to receive their assignment. Sunghoon rolled his eyes, hesitantly peeling off the strip of adhesive and unrolling the paper to reveal the object inside, Jake peering curiously over his shoulder in an attempt to see.
âGod, sheâs still at it.â Sunghoon groaned, reaching down to pick up a small lollipop, a vivid yellow and wrapped in a holographic piece of cellophane with a little red ribbon tying it closed. âI thought she mightâve stopped.â
âDude, youâre so lucky.â Jake breathed enviously, and Sunghoon looked at him with distaste. âYou know how many guys in this school would kill to get a lollipop from her?â Sunghoon ignored his best friend's implorations, unwrapping the treat and shoving it into his mouth.
Lemon. He hated lemon.
When he looked back to the front of the classroom, you were setting the remaining stack of papers on the teacherâs desk, peeking at Sunghoonâs reaction. You seemed somewhat pleased to see the boy sucking on the sweet you had left him, and you sent a bright smile in his direction. His eyes were drawn to your shirt, which was adorned with what he thought was a very tacky depiction of a dove and some hearts, and he inwardly grimaced. Apparently, it wasnât too inward judging by the look on your face.
He smirked, lifting up his hand and subtly sending you a different kind of bird with his middle finger. Your smile dropped entirely, and you rubbed your lips together in annoyance, retreating to your desk with a mix of frustration and despondence. That made him very satisfied.
âWould it kill you to be nice for once?â Jake asked, a skeptical look on his face as he watched the entire encounter go down. Sunghoon shrugged, setting his hand down on his desk and strumming his slender fingers on the wooden surface.
âProbably.â
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Could you write a Miguel OâHara fic where Y/n finds a lost dog and Miguel is annoyed cause the dog is getting too much attention?
Spider pup
plot: you find a lost puppy and you take it home and you starts giving the puppy so much love and affection that your boyfriend get annoyed by it but after a fight with some guy goes awry someone is unexpected help him
A/N: first fic requested and Miguel OâHara x reader so I may cause him to be a bit off character
âOkay little one welcome to your new home â you said as hold a cutest puppy ever during your normal walks in getting home from visiting a kid you were tutoring for their math when you spotted the puppy he looked so lost and no collar so when you took him to the vet to see if he was microchipped in case to contact the owner which there wasnât so you decided to keep the little furry puppy to yourself and train little guy which you name her Jessica after the spider woman from the past . After all that you introduced her to your boyfriend Miguel OâHara aka Spider-Man, A.I assistant and helper Lyla, which she personally adores the puppy right away but she returned to assist Spiderman in a battle with vulture. So you have to wait for him to get home to meet the puppy âcan you keep a secret Jessica?â Your new pup perks her ears â my boyfriend is Spider-Man and he is going to love you like youâre his own kid â with that you gotten attacked by puppy kisses which you laugh with joy.
From the moment when Miguel came back from a rough fight with the vulture, all he wanted to do is to get his suit off and snuggle in bed with you. He heard the squeaky noise as he walked in the room causing him to look at a dog toy âwhat the-â he was about to speak until a small dog runs up to him and pawing his leg . He was diffidently confused until rush out and picked up the puppy holding it close to you âhey Miguelâ you kissed his cheeks âhow was your fight?â After saying that he grimaced âitâs was fine I still got a few punches here and there â he answered while staring at the pup âY/N why is a puppy doing here?â You explain to him how you found the pup and decided to take care of her. âPlus I feel lonely at timesâ you admit to him which he sighs and he finally allows you to keep it shouldnât be a bother right?
Miguel instantly regretted agreeing to keep the puppy after a couple of weeks why? Because youâre spending so much attention to Jessica that he starts feeling jealous towards the pup âwhy did I ever agree to keep that darn dog again?â He grumbles and lyla responds â because you love her and the pup is adorableâ he made a face at her as you walked in holding Jessica giving her lots of love and affection (even a mini spider suit) heck he couldnât get intercourse with you without the interruptions from the pup. âHey miggy , me and Jessica are going out for a walkâ you told him âwe will be back soonâ he mumbles a okay as you left for a walk as Miguel is ready for his Spider-Man duties.
Itâs wasnât a hour after the walk with your new pup and went to take a nap, Jessica senses something was wrong, not that you were in danger but no she could tell something was wrong and like any normal young dog she went to investigate until she heard Lyla trying to get a hold on Miguel â come on Miguel whatâs happening there ?â Even though she is a dog and canât understand what is happening her new dad was in trouble and she needs to find him to help. She sniffs certain things that Miguel wore the other day and recognizes his so she can fallow the scent as Jessica sneakily left the building without you or Lyla knowing.
Spider-Man is losing this fight of robbers and using enough of his skills that he has against the few but this one robber wasnât giving up easily heck Miguel fang didnât even have an effect on the guy which is kinda scary for him âlookie, lookieâ that guy said with a disgusting grin as he picked up a exhausted spider man âIâm going to be the first one to destroy you spider manâ as he about throw Miguel out of the building the robber dropped him on the floor as he screams in pain . âSomething just bit my arse!!â Those word made Miguel look up and see what happened, what he saw was both funny and unexpected thing he saw, Jessica in that spider man dog costume biting the robber and barking /growling fearlessly at the man to save him âI got this â he said as he finished the robber off and Jessica hops on to them giving them the scariest growl ever making Miguel smile underneath the mask â I guess I was wrong about you little Jessica, you arenât just someone stealing my girl heart away from meâ picking up Jessica as police are about to come in to arrest the criminals âyou helped me on a sticky situation , you are hero on this one spider pupâ with that he holds the spider pup close to him not letting it fall out of his grasp as he and the spider pup return home
Back at home you woke up from your nap to hear nothing not a whimper from Jessica or any grumpy tired groan from Miguel which made you worried about them , you rushed into the living space where you stopped and see your Miguel sleeping in his spider suit unmasked but letting Jessica cuddle up next to him. That made you smile that both the pup and your boyfriend are finally getting along together.
~fin
a/n: my first ever request is done and I hope you all enjoyed reading this oh and also I leave you with this picture of cuteness
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