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Satoru was the guy you had a crush on since middle school, and it stuck with you all through high school. Even after graduation, you still couldn’t stop thinking about him.

He was the guy who teased you endlessly. The one who knew exactly what to say to get you all riled up, just for him. He also knew and appreciated how you always helped him with classwork or homework.

He was the typical football jock that the cheerleaders fawned over, the one they dreamt of wearing his jersey to his games. They’d throw themselves at him at any chance given.

But Satoru, unbeknownst to you, only had eyes for you. And it pained him to see how oblivious you were. Couldn’t you see?

Satoru, who walked you to class every day. He’d wait outside your door and walk you to class, or carry your books or backpack for you—but friends do that, right?

God, everyone saw it but you.

But how could you? When every cheerleader wanted him, and he just couldn’t help being a natural flirt, and every time you saw it, it broke your heart even more.

So when you were moving schools, part of you was relieved.

You didn’t tell him though. Why would you? To make a promise you knew neither of you would keep?

It wasn’t until after high school graduation that you found out he did, in fact, like you. That he was devastated that you left, that he never got to give you his jersey, or take you to prom.

And of course, this ruined you, because oh, how badly did you want all that? You wanted that teen romance, but now, at 20, you found yourself thinking more about your priorities rather than some silly, stupid crush (even though you were crashing out every night thinking about him).

Satoru, who you happened to run into at the local store, made you panic and run to your car, hiding. You couldn’t have left any faster.

Satoru, whose name popped up on your lock screen.

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a/n: this was ib one of my friends irl experience. HERES PT2 PT3 P.S. VOTE FOR THE FINAL PART

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EARNED IT | MATTHEW STURNIOLO. PT.4

read pt. 1 & pt. 2 & pt.3 here

brothersbestfriend!matt x innocent!reader

You're an 18-year-old high school senior, the innocent little sister of Matt's best friend. Which means off-limits in every way. But 22-year-old college hockey player, Matt can't ignore the way you cling to him, asking dangerous questions with trusting eyes. You don't understand the fire you're playing with- but Matt does. And he's burning to teach you what happens when you get too close.

story warnings: oral (both receiving), corruption kink, brothers best friend, pet names (sweetheart, angel), age gap (four years), etc. all characters are of age. If any of these topics upset you... don't read!

word count: 6k

ib: @ariestrxsh’s young god

A knock.

On your door.

Matt’s voice reaches through the door.

“Sweetheart?”

You swallow hard. Matt just waits. The door creaks open, and Matt steps inside.

And the second his eyes land on you, he stops. His jaw tightens. His hands twitch at his sides. His entire body goes still.

Because fuck.

You’re sitting on your bed, legs folded beneath you, your tiny white camisole hugging your large chest in ways that shouldn’t be legal, the fabric so thin, so delicate, so small that it barely covers anything.

And your shorts?

They aren’t even shorts.

They’re practically underwear.

Matt’s throat bobs and his fingers flex.

His entire demeanor shifts, his eyes darkening, his breath deepening, his body physically pained by the way you’re looking up at him- so oblivious, so sweet, so fucking unaware of what you’re doing to him.

Your glasses slip slightly down your nose, your big, wide eyes blinking at him like you don’t realize how you look right now.

Like you don’t realize what you’re doing to him.

Matt exhales slowly, jaw clenched, fingers curled into fists as he reaches behind him and pushes the door shut.

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Just stands there, staring at you, wrecked, ruined, barely holding himself together.

You just tilt your head slightly, still looking at him with that same soft, innocent confusion.

“I thought you had homework to do?” you ask softly, oblivious. Your lips part slightly, your expression sweet, genuine, trusting. “…Do you need some help?”

Matt laughs. It’s not a real laugh. It’s low, dry, amused, filled with disbelief.

He drags a hand down his face, shaking his head slightly, his jaw still tight, his muscles still tense.

He looks at you again. “You really believed that?”

Your brows furrow. You blink at him, confused, lost, unaware. “…Believe what?”

Matt just shakes his head again, smirking now, disbelieving, wrecked.

He takes a step closer. His gaze never leaves yours, dark and heavy, his expression unreadable but charged.

You watch him, still sitting on your bed, your glasses slipping down your nose again.

Without thinking, you lift a finger, pushing them back up, blinking up at him through your long lashes.

Matt swallows hard.His whole body feels like it’s straining against itself, fighting something primal, something dangerous.

He tilts his head slightly, his voice low, thick, wrecked. “You really thought I had homework?”

Your brows furrow slightly, lips parting just a little, still looking up at him like you don’t understand. “…You don’t?”

Matt huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head slightly. “I’m not even enrolled in classes yet.”

You blink, genuinely confused. “Then why did you lie?”

Your voice is so soft, so sweet, so completely innocent in contrast to the absolute war raging inside him.

Matt’s jaw clenches.

His eyes flicker over your face, over your bare shoulders, your parted lips, your soft, warm thighs pressed together beneath those tiny fucking shorts.

He groans, running a hand through his hair before crouching down in front of you, leveling himself with you, face to face, his knees on the floor, his hands resting on your bed- caging you in.

You feel your breath hitch, your body going still.

Matt stares at you, dead in the eye, his voice dropping an octave as he says,

“Because I wanted to fuck you instead.”

Your breath catches, a soft, startled gasp slipping from your lips before you can stop it.

Your thighs press together instinctively, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you as Matt’s words sink in.

Your body feels too hot, too tight, too restless, his presence so close, so overwhelming that you don’t even realize what you’re saying before the words slip out-

“D-does that mean I’ve earned it?”

Matt’s eyes darken immediately. His lips part, his fingers tighten against the mattress.

“I guess so, sweetheart.”

Your stomach flips.

Matt’s fingers drag up your thighs, slow and deliberate, teasing.

He drops fully to his knees, settling between your legs, looking up at you now, his broad hands trailing higher and higher, his grip firm and possessive.

His breath is heavy, his eyes hungry.

“Tonight’s my last night,” he murmurs, his hands squeezing your thighs. “And I need to feel you wrapped around me.”

Your lips part, your stomach tightening, something warm pooling deep inside you.

Your fingers twitch at your sides, your voice barely above a whisper.

“F-feel me wrapped around you?”

Matt groans, his jaw tight, tense, barely holding himself together..

He rises from the floor, slow, predatory, controlled, his hands dragging up your body, his fingers brushing over your hips, your waist, your ribs.

He crawls over you, the mattress shifting beneath his weight, his body caging you in, surrounding you, pressing you down into the sheets.

His forearms bracket your head, his chest hovering just above yours, his breath warm and uneven, his lips so close to yours you can barely think.

His voice drops into a low, strained rasp.

“Yes, angel.”

His nose brushes yours.

His lips barely touch yours, teasing, hovering, making you wait.

“I need to feel you pulsing,” he murmurs, his fingers dragging over your waist, gripping you tighter, his breath hot against your lips.

His hips press against yours, the warmth of his body suffocating, intoxicating.

“After I make you cum around me- ”

A kiss- light, fleeting, taunting.

“Again.”

Another- deeper, but still not enough.

“And again.”

His hands tighten, his fingers digging in, his body pressing closer.

“And again.”

His lips finally crash into yours, taking everything.

Matt kisses you hard, his lips claiming, his hands everywhere, fingers threading through your hair, tilting your head exactly how he wants it. His mouth moves with desperation, worship, control, like he’s starving for you, like he’s trying to devour every breath you take.

He presses you further into the bed, his weight shifting, guiding you until you’re in the center of the mattress, surrounded by him.

His hands glide over your skin, slow and deliberate, trailing down your neck, your sides, your waist, his fingers dragging over your ribs like he’s memorizing every inch.

A low groan rumbles in his chest when you try to wrap your legs around his waist, desperate to pull him closer, to feel more.

Matt shakes his head.

His lips curve into a dark, teasing smirk, his hand gripping your thigh firmly, keeping it down.

“Not yet, angel.”

His voice is low, thick, wrecked, his breath hot against your swollen lips.

He starts moving down.

His mouth leaves a slow, open-mouthed trail down your jaw, your throat, your collarbone, his tongue flicking out to taste, to tease, to claim.

Your breath shudders, your fingers tangling in his hair, trying to hold onto something, anything.

Matt just chuckles against your skin, his lips brushing against your clothed torsobefore moving lower.

Your stomach tenses, your thighs pressing together, needy, desperate, overwhelmed.

Matt reaches the band of your frilly little shorts, his breath hot against your hip, his fingers toying with the lace, his teeth grazing the edge.

Your whole body locks up.

Matt bites down, just enough to tease, just enough to make you whimper.

His hands grip the delicate fabric, but instead of pulling them off with his fingers-

He uses his teeth.

Slowly.

Dragging them down and down and down.

Your head tilts back, your chest rising and falling unevenly, your fingers digging into the sheets.

Matt groans against your skin, his hands spreading your thighs apart, dragging you toward the edge of the bed.

“Let me take care of you, angel.”

His hands grip your thighs, firm but teasing, spreading them apart just enough to make you squirm.

His lips hover dangerously close to where you need him most, his breath hot, uneven, deliberate.

But he doesn’t move.

Not yet.

Instead, his fingers glide up your inner thighs, featherlight, barely touching, his thumbs rubbing slow, lazy circles, teasing you, making you ache.

Your hips shift, your breath coming out in uneven little pants, but Matt just chuckles, his hands holding you still.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice low, amused, dark.

His lips brush the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, kissing, biting, sucking- everywhere except where you need him most.

Your fingers grip the sheets, frustration coiling tight inside you.

“Matty-”

He hums, pleased.

“Patience, angel.”

You whimper, shifting again, trying to chase his mouth, but his grip tightens, holding you in place.

“Not yet,” he murmurs against your skin, his tongue dragging over a fresh bruise he just left.

Your stomach flutters violently.

Heat pools low, thick, overwhelming. You can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything except feel.

“Matty, please,” you whisper, your voice barely there.

Matt smirks against your skin.

“That’s not begging, sweetheart.”

His teeth graze your thigh, biting down just enough to make you jolt, gasp, tremble.

Your hands fly to his hair, tugging slightly, desperate, needy.

Matt groans lowly, his fingers tightening around your thighs.

“Try again.”

Your chest rises and falls unevenly, frustration and desperation tangled together in one messy, overwhelming knot.

You need more.

You need him.

Your voice wobbles, your lips parting as heat floods through you, wrecking you, consuming you.

“Matty,” you whimper, your thighs trembling in his grip.

His smirk deepens.

“Yeah?”

“Please,” you whisper, breathless, desperate.

“Please, what?”

You whimper, shifting against his hold, panting, overwhelmed.

“Please, Matty, please-”

His grip tightens. His breath shudders.

“Good girl,” he murmurs.

Matt hums low in his throat, satisfied, pleased, soaking in the sound of you breaking for him.

He finally gives in.

His grip tightens on your thighs as he leans in, his mouth hot and hungry as he presses slow, open-mouthed kisses against your soft heat.

You gasp, twitch, whimper, your body reacting before your mind can catch up.

A low chuckle rumbles from his chest, his breath hot, teasing, his lips dragging, pressing, nipping, kissing.

His hands shift, gripping your thighs tighter, spreading you wider, making sure you can’t move, can’t escape, can’t do anything except take what he’s about to give you.

His breath fans over you, the sensation sending sharp jolts of heat through your body.

His lips part against your skin.

His tongue flicks out, dragging a line up your soaking slit.

A sharp, desperate gasp rips from your throat, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling, gripping, helpless.

Matt groans, the sound low, deep, wrecked.

His fingers dig into your thighs as his mouth moves, teasing, tasting, devouring.

Your head tilts back, your breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts, your body trembling beneath his hands, beneath his tongue, beneath him.

He hums again, the vibration sending another wave of warmth rolling through you.

His grip tightens, his lips move slower, deeper, hungrier.

His mouth moves with purpose, slow and taunting, his lips pressing open-mouthed kisses against your clit, his tongue flicking out to taste, to tease, to ruin.

Your fingers tighten in his hair, your breath coming out in short, sharp gasps, your thighs trembling beneath his grip.

Matt chuckles against your clit, low and satisfied, the sound vibrating against you, sending a new wave of warmth rolling through your body.

He doesn’t stop. If anything, he gets bolder, firmer, rougher, his movements controlled but relentless, his tongue flicking, stroking, pressing.

Your head tilts back, your eyes squeezing shut as the sensation overwhelms you, consumes you, drowns you.

“Matty-” you gasp, your fingers pulling, tugging, desperate.

He groans at that, the sound rough, deep, wrecked, like he’s just as affected as you are.

His hands shift, gripping tighter, pulling you closer, refusing to let you pull away, refusing to let you escape what he’s doing to you.

“Take it,” he mutters against your skin, his breath hot, uneven, teasing.

His lips curl into a smirk, his tongue moving in slow but hard circles against your puffy clit, his grip tightening when he feels your thighs start to shake.

“You’re already close, aren’t you?”

Your breath stutters, your body trembling, your stomach tightening, coiling, burning.

Matt chuckles darkly, his fingers pressing soothing circles into your thighs as his tongue flicks against you just right.

The warmth builds, sharp, overwhelming, consuming.

Matt groans again, his grip never loosening, his mouth never stopping.

His grip tightens, his fingers digging into your thighs, holding you down, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

His mouth moves with precision, slow and unrelenting, his tongue flicking, teasing, stroking exactly where you need it.

He can feel it, the way your thighs shake, the way your stomach tightens, the way your breath catches on every movement of his mouth.

“Matty-” Your voice breaks, high and desperate, breathless, overwhelmed.

He hums against you, pleased, amused, possessive.

“You gonna cum for me, angel?” he murmurs against your skin, his breath hot, teasing.

Your body tenses, your stomach coiling, twisting, burning. Matt doesn’t let up.

His tongue moves faster, his hands gripping you tighter, his breath uneven as he feels your thighs start to shake.

His jaw clenches, his movements sharper, more deliberate, his mouth relentless.

Before you could even warn him, your body locks up.

The pressure snaps, sharp and blinding, crashing over you in waves, overwhelming, consuming, impossible to fight.

Your fingers tighten in his hair, your thighs trembling, your hips arching off the bed as you grind into his face, your breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps as the sensation washes through you.

Matt groans, his grip firm in pushing you back against the mattress, grounding you, dragging it out, letting you feel every second.

He only pulls away when you go limp beneath him. His lips press against your inner thigh, slow, soothing, teasing.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, grinning against your skin

Matt sits up slowly, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth, wiping away the evidence of what he just did.

His grin is smug, satisfied, his blue eyes practically glowing through the dim light of your bedroom, dark with amusement, with hunger, with possession.

He watches you closely, taking in the way your cheeks are flushed, your glasses slightly fogged, your chest rising and falling in uneven bursts.

Your thighs twitch, still weak, still trembling from the overwhelming sensation he just left you drowning in.

Matt just smirks.

His hands grip your legs, pushing them gently to the side as he stands up.

You blink up at him, still dazed, still trying to process everything, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you for stability.

Matt just crosses the room, his presence still dominating the space, even from a distance.

He settles onto the couch near your bookshelf, his legs spread wide, his arms draping over the back, his gaze never leaving yours.

You roll over onto your stomach, your breath still uneven, your lashes fluttering, your glasses slightly askew.

You sit up, still blinking, still confused, your expression soft, innocent, lost.

Matt sees it. He relishes it.

The way you look at him, unsure, desperate for direction, for permission, for more.

His lips curve into a slow, lazy smirk. He lifts two fingers, curling them toward himself in a silent command.

You slowly sit up, your body still weak, trembling, your breath uneven, your mind dazed from everything Matt just did to you.

Your wide eyes flicker to him, innocence and hesitation swirling in them as you push yourself to your feet, your knees still wobbly, shaky.

Matt sees it all.

The hesitation.

The way your fingers twitch at your sides.

The way your body reacts to him even now.

And he just smirks.

“Come here, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice low, slow, lazy, like he has all the time in the world.

You take a small step forward, then another, walking toward him shyly, your fingers lightly brushing the hem of your camisole like you need something to ground you.

Matt watches you closely, his blue eyes filled with lust.

And then, when you’re almost there, when you’re standing just inches away, he chuckles under his breath.

“Don’t get shy on me now, angel,” he teases, his voice gravelly, thick with amusement.

His hands shift, gripping your thighs, thumbs tracing slow, lazy circles against your bare skin.

“I can still taste you on my tongue.”

Your face burns instantly. A sharp, hot flush crawls up your neck, your ears, your cheeks, your breath catching so hard in your throat you think you might choke on it.

Matt just smirks wider, darker. He tilts his chin up slightly, his gaze dragging over you, slow and lazy, before he gestures with his chin.

“Take it off.”

Your fingers instinctively grip the hem of your camisole, suddenly hyper-aware of how thin, delicate, and barely-there it is.

Your lips part, but no words come out. The moment feels too intimate, too vulnerable, too raw.

Matt sees the way you freeze up, the way your breathing stutters, the way your fingers tighten around the fabric.

His hands slide slowly up your thighs, his touch warm, grounding, teasing, reassuring.

“C’mon, angel,” he murmurs, his voice soft, coaxing, slow. His thumbs press small, soothing circles into your skin, his breath steady, patient, waiting. “It’s me.”

Your stomach flips. Your heart pounds. And something in the way he says it- so certain, so steady, so familiar- makes your fingers loosen their grip on your shirt.

You take a slow, shaky breath and pull it over your head. The fabric slips from your fingers, pooling on the floor beside you.

Matt just stares.

His lips part slightly.

His light eyes drag over you, slow, deliberate, in absolute awe. His jaw tightens. His hands flex against your thighs, his breath coming in slow, controlled pulls.

His voice lowers into something reverent, something wrecked, something so raw it makes your stomach turn inside out. “Fucking hell.”

Matt’s fingers twitch at his sides before he lifts one hand, dragging his fingertips lightly over your peaked, sensitive nipples.

The touch is barely there, barely anything, but it sends a sharp jolt of heat through you, your breath catching, your back arching just slightly.

Matt watches you closely, his blue eyes dark, burning, filled with something unreadable.

He brings his hands down, pressing them to your shoulders, his touch firm but gentle, guiding.

He presses down.

And you sink to your knees in front of him.

Your eyes widen slightly, innocence flickering in your gaze, curiosity mixed with something deeper, something unspoken.

You look up at him, hands resting lightly on your thighs, your glasses slipping down your nose again, your lips parted slightly, waiting, trusting.

Matt throws his head back.

A low, ragged groan escapes his lips, his fingers twitching at his sides, his entire body reacting to the way you look at him.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters under his breath.

You frown slightly, tilting your head, your brows furrowing as you lift a hand and place it gently on his thigh.

“Are you okay?” you ask, your voice soft, concerned, completely oblivious.

Matt’s breath shudders.

He drags his head back down, his jaw tight, his chest rising and falling slowly.

“Yeah, angel,” he murmurs. “I’m okay.”

He grabs your wrist, gently but firmly, guiding your hand over him, pressing your palm against the thick, hard evidence of what you do to him.

Matt groans at the contact, his head tilting back slightly, his fingers tightening around your wrist.

Then, his voice drops into something slow, deliberate, patient, guiding.

“You know how I make you warm and needy, right?” he murmurs, his blue eyes locking onto yours, searching, waiting.

You nod slowly. His thumb strokes your wrist.

“How I build up that pressure for you,” he continues, his voice low, steady, coaxing.

Your thighs squeeze together instinctively. You nod again.

Matt smirks slightly, tilting his head, watching you absorb his words, letting you process.

“Would you want to try to do that to me?”

Your lips part slightly, your fingers twitching against his thigh.

Your cheeks heat up, something warm and unfamiliar curling low in your stomach.

“I-” You blink, wide-eyed, innocent. “I can?”

Matts fingers flex against your cheek, cupping your face, his thumb tracing the soft curve of your jaw.

“Of course you can, angel,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, coaxing, patient.

His eyes darken slightly, his thumb dragging along your cheekbone as he leans in just a little.

“Remember the video I sent you?” he asks, his voice low, thick, teasing.

Your face burns instantly. Your eyes widen, your breath stuttering, your lips pressing together as the memory crashes over you.

You nod slowly, your cheeks flushing deep red.

Matt smirks. His fingers tilt your chin up, his voice dipping lower, darker, heavier.

“You’ll be doing that,” he murmurs.

His lips graze just below your ear, teasing you, tempting you.

“But instead of my hands….”

He guides your hand over him again, pressing your palm firmly against him, letting you feel him throb beneath your touch.

“…it’ll be yours.”

Your cheeks burn, heat creeping up your neck and ears, your breath shaky, hands still resting on his thighs, fingers twitching slightly as your mind processes what he just said.

Your lips part, innocent curiosity mixing with something deeper, something warmer.

“Would that… would that make you feel good?” you whisper, blinking up at him.

Matt’s eyes darken, his pupils blown, heavy-lidded, his chest rising and falling unevenly just from the sound of your voice, from the way you genuinely want to know.

You hesitate, then slowly- with so much hesitation it nearly kills him- you reach for him again, your fingers wrapping around him shyly.

A low, wrecked groan rumbles from his chest, his thighs tensing under your touch, his breath shuddering as his head tilts back slightly.

“Yes, angel,” he rasps, his jaw tight, strained, completely lost in the moment.

He lifts a hand, fingers brushing down your cheek, tracing the soft line of your jaw, before tilting your chin up.

“It would make me feel like I’m on fucking fire.”

Your stomach flips violently. You nod once, determined.

“Okay,” you whisper. “I want to do it.”

Matt’s breath catches. Then his lips curve into a slow, lazy smirk, but his eyes are completely serious.

“Okay, angel,” he murmurs. His thumb strokes your cheek, his gaze locking onto yours, guiding you through every second. “You need to take my pants off first.”

Your eyes widen slightly, and your fingers hesitate. Matt chuckles softly, tilting his head, watching you with pure amusement, pure desire.

“Do you know how to undo a man’s belt and jeans?”

You shake your head, your voice small. “I’ve… I’ve never done that before.”

Matt’s jaw tenses instantly. His breath shudders, his fingers flexing against your jaw, his entire body reacting to those words more than he thought possible.

His blue eyes darken, his voice raspy, rough, wrecked.

“Fuck.”

His fingers squeeze against your cheek, his lips parting slightly before he tilts your chin up higher, making sure you see the way he’s looking at you.

“I love that,” he breathes, his voice low, strained.

You swallow hard, your stomach twisting at the way he’s watching you, like you’re something he wants to devour, something he’s been waiting for.

Matt reaches down, undoing his belt slowly, before sliding it free.

He places it on the couch beside him, his smirk growing.

“We’ll use that another time.”

Your brows furrow, your lips parting in confusion. “Another time?” you ask, blinking up at him. “For what?”

Matt just chuckles darkly, tilting his head slightly, watching you with so much amusement and desire that it makes your thighs press together.

“Don’t worry about it, angel,” he murmurs “You’ll see.”

Your stomach flips, heat curling low, but you nod, trusting. He guides your hands to his jeans.

“Now,” he says, his voice low, patient, steady “I’ll show you how to take them off.”

Your fingers tremble slightly as you follow his movements, undoing the button, tugging at the zipper, watching as he lifts his hips slightly to help you slide them down.

Your breath hitches as the fabric drags down his thighs, your knuckles grazing over his boxers-

Over the thick, heated arousal straining beneath them. Matt groans lowly, his head tilting back, his jaw clenching, his fingers twitching where they rest on his thighs.

You freeze, your heart pounding, nervous, anxious, excited.

Matt just smirks, tilting his head down, watching you with so much heat, so much hunger it makes your stomach twist.

“That’s it, angel.”

Your hands shake slightly as you work the denim further down his legs, your fingers grazing the firm muscles of his thighs, dragging the fabric past his knees, until they’re completely off.

Matt sits back, his legs spread wide, leaving him in just his boxers.

Your eyes flicker down, your breath catching in your throat.

There’s a noticeable wet spot on the tip of his boxers, a darkened patch of fabric, revealing just how affected he is.

Matt sees exactly where you’re looking.

“See that?” he murmurs, his voice low, teasing.

You nod slowly, wide-eyed, your lips parting slightly.

“Yeah… what is that?”

Matt’s smirk deepens, pleased, amused, wrecked.

“It’s pre-cum, angel.”

Your brows furrow slightly, your head tilting, your innocence making his chest tighten with something primal.

“What’s that?” you whisper.

Matt groans, his hands flexing against his thighs, his jaw tightening, his self-control hanging by a thread.

“It’s what happens when a man is really, really turned on,” he murmurs, his voice gravelly, thick, full of restraint.

Your cheeks flush deep red, heat rushing down your spine, pooling low in your stomach.

And then, without thinking, you blink up at him and whisper;

“Did… I do that?”

His eyes darken so much they look nearly black in the dim light of your room.

He reaches out, cupping your face in both hands, tilting your chin up until your eyes meet his.

“Yes, my love,” he murmurs, his voice low, reverent, wrecked. “You did that.”

A sharp, hot pulse of heat rushes through you, something about the way he says “my love” making your stomach flip, twist, tighten.

His lips twitch, his thumbs stroking your cheeks, his breath heavier now, controlled but uneven.

“You’re gonna need to take it out to touch me, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice soothing, patient, teasing.

Your hands twitch in your lap, your breath shaky.

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” you whisper.

Matt lets out a low, warm chuckle, his thumb grazing your bottom lip.

“Trust me,”

His fingers tilt your chin up higher, forcing you to hold his gaze, making sure you see the raw, burning desire in his eyes.

“You won’t.”

Your stomach flutters, your hands shaking slightly as you hesitantly reach for the waistband of his boxers-

Your fingers tremble as you slowly pull him out, your breath hitching, your eyes widening the second you see him- thick, long, heavy, flushed, and so much bigger than you expected.

Your small hands barely wrap around him, your fingers not even closing fully around his girth.

Matt groans sharply, his hands clenching into fists at his sides, his head tilting back slightly as he watches you, his chest rising and falling unevenly.

“God, yeah- ” he rasps, his voice rough, strained, wrecked.

His blue eyes darken, flickering down to where your delicate fingers and perfectly manicured nails are wrapped around him, barely able to hold him.

“Keep gripping it like that, angel.”

You squeeze at his words, instinctively following his instruction.

Matt’s breath shudders, a low, wrecked groan slipping past his lips, his thighs tensing beneath you.

“Theres my Good girl.”

A sharp heat floods through you at the praise, your stomach twisting, flipping, warming.

Your fingers tighten slightly, testing, uncertain, eager to do well.

“What do I do now?” you ask softly, your eyes wide and innocent.

Matt’s jaw tightens, his chest heaving, his body visibly straining to control himself.

“Okay, angel,” he murmurs, his voice low, controlled, guiding. “Just… start going up and down.”

You nod quickly, determined, adjusting your grip, slowly dragging your hand down, then back up.

Matt’s head falls back slightly, his breath catching, his thighs flexing.

“Fuck…. Yeah that’s good sweetheart,”

Your movements are light and tentative and unsure, your fingers barely gripping him, barely stroking him properly.

Matt groans again, his hands twitching, his head tilting back further, his body tensing beneath your touch.

But it’s not enough.

He’s on edge, desperate, wrecked, but the way you’re touching him- soft, teasing, too light, too gentle- is driving him insane.

His hands fly to your wrists, gently guiding, his voice low, strained, desperate.

“You can go a little harder, love. Or a little faster.”

You flush, nodding, your hands tightening slightly, your movements picking up pace.

Matt groans deep, low, wrecked, his thighs flexing, his stomach tightening, his head falling back against the couch.

“Yeah…. there you go, angel.”

Your fingers tighten around him, your strokes growing steadier, following the quiet, strained groans that slip from Matt’s lips.

His thighs tense, his stomach tightens, his chest rising and falling unevenly as he watches you, his breathing wrecked, his jaw clenching.

“Just like that, angel,” he murmurs, his voice rough, low, guiding.

You watch him closely, absorbing every shift in his expressions, every flicker of pleasure in his face, every low, deep groan that rumbles from his chest.

It makes you curious.

Makes you want to see more.

You slowly lean forward.

Your gaze stays on his face, your body drawing closer, your breath ghosting over him as your lips part slightly.

Matt’s eyes flicker down sharply.

His breath hitches. Then his hand shoots out, gently gripping your wrist, stopping you.

“Whoa, sweetheart.”

His voice is low, strained, almost wrecked. Your eyes widen, confused. Matt swallows hard, his blue eyes dark, heavy-lidded.

“Are you trying to suck it?”

Your brows furrow slightly, your lips parting in innocent confusion. “Huh?”

Matt lets out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head slightly, his grip tightening on your wrist.

“You just got really close, angel.”

Your cheeks burn. Your fingers twitch slightly against him, and when you stroke him again, slow and curious, his head tilts back, a low, wrecked groan slipping from his lips.

“Fuck.”

You hesitate for a second, watching him, before tilting your head slightly.

“Do you want me to?”

Matt’s chest rises and falls unevenly, his grip tightening slightly, his jaw clenching so hard you can see the muscle tick.

He throws his head back again, exhaling sharply through his nose.

“Shit.”

His hands flex at his sides, his thighs tense beneath you.

“Only if you want to, angel.”

You swallow, heat curling deep in your stomach at the way he looks wrecked, desperate, undone.

You blink up at him.

“Tell me what to do.”

Matt’s breath catches, his hands twitching at his sides as he watches you, his blue eyes dark, heavy, barely in control.

He swallows hard, his voice low, rough, guiding.

“Okay, angel,” he murmurs. “You’re gonna want to pucker your lips- yeah just like that… and start off by just kissing the tip.”

You nod, eager to please, leaning forward slowly, hesitantly, your breath ghosting over him.

You press a soft, shy kiss to his tip, looking up at him through your long lashes.

Matt’s entire body tenses. His hands grip the couch, his jaw clenching, his stomach tightening. A low, wrecked groan slips past his lips.

“Jesus Christ.”

You pause, waiting for direction, and he exhales slowly, shakily, gathering himself before tilting your chin slightly, guiding you.

“Good, angel,” he murmurs. “Now, hollow your cheeks- and go down a little more.”

You do as he says, taking him a little deeper, your tongue swirling experimentally.

Matt’s thighs flex, his hands gripping his knees as he lets out a low, sharp groan.

But then your teeth scrape lightly against him.

Matt’s hips jerk forward instinctively, a sharp hiss escaping his lips.

You gag softly, your throat constricting in surprise as you pull back slightly.

Matt’s hand shoots out, gently cupping your jaw and pulling you off him. His eyes flicker down, scanning your face. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

You nod quickly, cheeks burning, and try to go back down, eager to keep going.

But Matt stops you again, his grip gentle but firm, his thumb brushing over your flushed cheek. “Just… be careful with your teeth, angel.”

You nod again, determined, and he lets out a low chuckle, his thumb tracing your lower lip before letting you continue.

This time, you take him deeper, your tongue swirling, your hands resting on his thighs for balance.

Matt groans, low and deep, his fingers flexing at his sides, trying not to touch your head or make you feel pressured. But god is it hard for him.

After a few more sharp breaths, soft moans, deep groans, his hand finds your cheek again, his thumb stroking softly, guiding.

“Okay, angel,” he murmurs. “Now use your hands and your mouth at the same time.”

You nod against him, following his lead, doing exactly what he asks as you wrap both your hands around the base and length that doesn’t fit in your mouth, pumping up and down as your mouth follows.

Matt groans louder, his head falling back, completely at your mercy.

His breath shudders, his hands clenching into fists against the couch, his thighs tensing beneath your touch as you follow his guidance.

Your movements grow bolder, your hands working in tandem with your mouth, following every small noise, every slight shift of his hips.

A deep groan slips from his lips, his head tilting back against the couch, his fingers twitching like he’s desperate to grab onto something, anything.

“Fuck, angel,” he mutters, his voice wrecked, strained, barely holding on.

The sound of his pleasure sends a rush of heat through you, sharp and overwhelming, pooling low in your stomach.

Without realizing it, your hips start to move, grinding softly, rocking against your own foot, searching for relief, for something to soothe the ache building inside you.

Matt notices.

A low, wrecked groan rumbles from his chest, his blue eyes flickering down, watching the way your body moves- needy, desperate, completely lost in the moment.

“Look at you, sweetheart,” he rasps, his voice rough and strained and dripping with desire.

His hands finally move, sliding into your hair, his fingers tangling at the roots, not pulling or pushing, just holding, grounding himself in you.

However, his hips jerk forward instinctively, chasing the warmth of your mouth, and the way you whimper at his reaction makes his head fall back again, another low groan escaping his lips.

The sound sends another pulse of heat through you, making your thighs clench, your body aching for more.

You pull off slightly, just enough to lift your gaze, wide, innocent, trusting, offering him control.

Your hands slide from him, moving to his thighs instead, steadying yourself, showing him that he can take what he needs and use you how he pleases.

Matt’s breath stutters, his fingers tightening slightly in your hair, his jaw clenching as his darkened eyes meet yours.

“Fuckk, angel- ”

His lips part, his fingers stroking your jaw, tilting your chin up slightly, watching the way you wait for him, letting him have control.

A low, gravelly whisper, so full of possession and reverence it makes your stomach flip-

“You were made for me.”

His head tilts down, jaw dropping, his blue eyes burning into yours.

His fingers tighten in your hair, his breath ragged, uneven, his body completely wrecked as he starts to move.

Slow at first.

Testing.

Letting you adjust, guiding you.

But the moment you moan on him- a soft, broken sound that vibrates against him- he loses it.

His hips roll forward, his grip in your hair firm but gentle, keeping you right where he wants you.

A deep, strangled groan slips past his lips as he watches you, the way you take everything he gives you, the way you trust him, the way you look up at him with those wide, innocent eyes.

“Fuck,” he rasps, his voice wrecked, strained, on the edge.

His hands shake, his thighs tense, his stomach tightens.

His breath shudders, his jaw clenching.

“I’m gonna cum, sweetheart- take your mouth off me.”

But you don’t.

Instead you push your head down further as he fucks into you, taking more of him, your throat tightening around him as your small hands grip his thighs.

Matt curses under his breath, his head falling back against the couch, his entire body tightening.

“F-fuck, angel-”

His fingers flex in your hair, his voice breaking.

“I’m- I’m gonna cum… unless you wanna swallow, you gotta take your head off me.”

You don’t fully understand what he means. Not really. But you want to.

So instead of pulling away you push down even further against his rutting hips.

Matt’s entire body tenses, a deep, strangled moan ripping from his throat as his hips jerk forward uncontrollably.

Your throat tightens around him, a soft gag slipping past your lips, and that- that’s what finally ruins him.

Matt groans, deep and wrecked, his head tilting back, his grip tightening as his body shudders beneath you. You continue gagging uncontrollably against him as your nose hits his pelvis.

Matt’s chest rises and falls in uneven bursts, his jaw clenching so tightly it looks like he’s struggling to hold himself back. His thighs flex harder than ever, his hands tighten in your hair, and his head tilts back against the couch, exposing the strong line of his throat and jawline as a low, guttural groan rumbles from his chest.

“Fuck-” he rasps, his voice thick, wrecked, completely undone.

His fingers twitch against your scalp, his entire body tensing, his stomach tightening, his breath coming in sharp, shuddering exhales.

You don’t pull away. You don’t stop.

You stay right there, letting him have control, letting him fall apart completely.

Matt moans, deep and broken, his grip tightening, his hips stuttering slightly, as if his body is fighting against the overwhelming sensation. Like he doesn’t want it to end.

His head snaps forward, his dark, heavy-lidded eyes locking onto yours, and the way you’re still looking up at him, still so willing, so trusting, so eager to please-

His breath hitches, his stomach tensing one last time, and then he lets out a low, ragged groan, his fingers flexing one last time before his entire body shudders beneath you and white hot spurts of cum pump down your throat.

You gag hard and pull off him, swallowing what you can while the rest dribbles down your mouth and chin.

You stay still, letting him ride it out, his voice strained, hoarse, his thighs trembling slightly from the intensity of it all.

And when he finally relaxes, his body slumping back into the couch, his breath still uneven, his fingers gently loosen in your hair.

His blue eyes flicker down, dark and hazy, taking in the sight of you, still kneeling, still looking up at him with that wide-eyed innocence that makes his stomach tighten and dick get hard all over again.

His thumb brushes against your cheek, his breathing still heavy, his gaze unreadable.

A slow, lazy smirk.

“You’ve earned it now for sure, sweetheart. You ready?”

PART 5 OUT NOW

MASTERLIST

a/n: only one more part after this…. who’s hype

for @mattsobvimyfav 💙

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[abbyshands]

Good nigth darling,you're okay?can we have more nerdy!abby pleaase i beg you 🙏🙏🙏(srry for my inglish)

teach me

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a/n; hello, my love! i’m good, and i hope you are too! of course EEK i was going to write more for her anyway, i love a nerdy girl. also this is cut off asf I’M SORRY i’m tired, maybe i’ll do a part 2 if y’all ask <3

synopsis; you’ve never been good at science, let alone college biology. when your professor all but forced you to get a tutor, who should you end up with but your nerdy girlfriend, who has a very unique way of getting you to study?

pairing; dom!abby anderson x sub!fem!reader

warnings; abby uses baby/princess, use of a strap-on, cockwarming + edging (kinda), abby refers to the strap as her dick and it’s referred to as her dick/cock, choking, spanking, degradation (ish. abby’s tone is just mean), anddd i prob missed smt so lmk <3

wc; 2.2k

p.s.; ALSO this is was ib an ellie fic i saw bro idk where tf it is 😭 searching for it tho. i js remember it was nerdy ellie. it was so good BUT LIKE WHERE IS ITTT idk i’ll link it here if i find it

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you’ve always sucked at science. biology, chemistry, whatever the hell it was, it had never been your cup of tea.

your professor had not so kindly recommended you get a tutor. otherwise, your grades would decline (more than they already were, that is). you didn't want a tutor, let alone for it to be someone you didn't know. you were already feeling awkward enough having to have someone tutor you at all—you couldn't imagine if it was by an unfamiliar.

that's where abby came in.

abby anderson was your girlfriend, and she was a nerd. like, cliche movie nerd. if you couldn't find her in her dorm, with you, or in class, she was at the library, doing homework until she couldn't anymore. she was a coffee addict with how late she was up each evening, study sessions, unnecessarily reviewing, and, again, homework.

let's just say, abby anderson would do crazy things for an a.

you didn't necessarily want to have abby as your tutor. for some reason, it was embarrassing to you. you had already felt that way when you told her you needed one at all. it would be 10x worse if she would be the one doing it.

not only that, the focus.

how the fuck were you going to focus when you have abby fucking anderson in front of you? when your mind races with memories of her fucking you from behind, or kissing down your neck, or making you the wettest you've ever been, just by being alive?

you weren't.

but abby was persistent. you had originally said no when she first asked to tutor you, but when the guy who was supposed to tutor you didn't even show for your first session, it was no longer a request.

it was a demand.

you were sitting beside abby in her dorm, working on an assignment for your biology class that was due the following day. you had taken up to ten breaks by now, and it had only been an hour and a half or so.

abby pushed her glasses up on her face as she looked over at you, eyebrow raised. you had been dozing off, elbow on the desk and chin on your palm as your eyes began to fall shut.

"hey," abby snapped her large hand in front of your face, making your eyes open again just as quickly as it had happened. "are you listening to me?"

no.

"yeah. yeah, sorry, i just, um—dna and rna. that's what we're learning now, right?" you ask confusedly, doing your best to make it seem like you know what you’re talking about.

but the look on abby's face tells you all you need to know.

"mhm, like, ten minutes ago," abby hums a bit annoyedly, and you can't help but let out a sigh. it's bad enough you have to be here at all, but letting abby down, or worse, pissing her off, was the last thing you wanted to do. “you're never going to learn if you don't put any effort in," she sighs.

“c’mon, abs,” you whined as you set your pencil aside, putting your head down on the desk, eyes on abby. the blonde set her own pen down with a small shake of the head, expression unreadable. “i can’t do this anymore,” you said dramatically. abby rolled her eyes.

“what’s wrong now?” abby asked, but it’s not like she really wanted to know the answer. you knew how seriously abby took her own schoolwork, which may be the reason she was annoyed that you didn’t. but you just weren’t like that.

“none of this makes sense. i can’t remember a thing we go over. god, i hate biology,” you complained once more, looking away from abby.

abby sighed as she put a hand on your shoulder. as much as she wanted to be annoyed, she loved you, and she knew full well that even if you were smart, biology was your worst class.

“what can i do to help, baby? flashcards, d’you want me to quiz you? what do you need?” abby asked as she moved her hand to your back, rubbing it. you shrugged.

“i dunno. i don’t think any of that stuff is going to help me, abby. my memory’s—not that good,” you lamely huffed, but it was true. your memory was best when it came down to the things you cared for. college biology was not one of them.

“hm,” abby hummed. it took a beat, a small pause. but then, abby’s perked eyebrows told you that she had just gotten an idea, and so did the way her plump lips curled into a grin.

“i think i know what’ll do the trick.”

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that’s how you ended up on abby’s lap, her cock buried deep inside of you as she gripped you by the bottom. abby’s way of bettering your sour memory came in the form of one of the most agonizing experiences you had ever had.

“how does dna differ from rna?” abby asks you casually, as if she isn’t filling you to the brim. you feel your face getting hot, bottom lip bitten down on as you look at her nervously.

“u- uhm. d- dna has a d- double helix model, fuck,” you whine. you must be at least a little correct, because abby bucks her hips up into you, causing the silicone dildo to move inside of you. “rna’s single, a- and involved in a different process than dna.”

“attagirl,” abby praised. it’s then that she grabbed you by the ass, hard, and forced you to ride up to the top of her dick, just before she’s slamming you back down. for only a few seconds, you gain some pleasure by moving your body like that, or abby doing it for you, that is.

but then, she’s robbing it away from you, just like that.

“a- abby, please, c’mon,” you whimper. this had been going on for a third of an hour or so. abby would ask you a question from the deck of index cards she had made for you, and you would answer. simple, right?

wrong.

because here's the thing: she wouldn’t move unless you answered her, and it had to be correct. and if not?

smack.

abby's large hand comes down on your ass as if to shut you up. really, it doesn't. you let out a moan as she then grabs your ass again, not giving a care to how sore you may be.

because she's already slapped you way too many times to count.

“don't act like this isn't for your own good," she says firmly, reprimanding you. "you got that one wrong last time. and we’re not going to stop until you’ve got that whole fucking deck memorized, you got that?” she asks, signaling to the forgotten pile of index cards on the desk behind you. you whine, body too achy for abby to deny her.

“f- fine," you whine, because who the hell would you be to say no?

“good girl," abby praises as she rubs her hands over your bottom, caressing you in a loving manner, a wide difference to the way she was addressing you mere seconds before. "now, can you tell me what a neuron is?”

doing your best to not focus on the feeling inside you, you nod, and easily answer. “a- a neuron—" you huff. "is a specialized cell.”

abby moves her hands to your hips and pushed you up, so that you're around halfway down on her cock. you let out a small shudder, but it must mean you're correct. “and what’s it do?” abby then asks.

to some degree.

but you know this one. after all, it was one of the last cards you looked at in the deck. so, you respond, “transmit.”

abby moves you up more, and this time, she brings one of her hands up to cup your tit. she plays with your nipple if only for a second, causing you to let out a low moan. but just when you think she's going to keep going, of course, she doesn't.

“transmit what?” she asks firmly as her fingers caress your rib cage, and it's all you can do not to roll your eyes.

“nerve impulses," you say a bit too fast, eager to have her hands back on you. your neediness helped you on that one. "i- it’s the basic unit of the nervous system," you add, for good measure.

"that's right, princess," abby smirked, course she did. she had always had way too much fun when she was driving you crazy during sex. this was no different.

but you're pleased to find yourself rewarded, because abby allows you to ride her again. you move up and down a little quickly, scared that your girlfriend will rob you of the feeling before it's even begun. abby begins to rub your clit as she gazes at you fucking yourself on her dick, way too needy for her touch.

"eager girl," abby cooed, rubbing her index on your clit in quick circles. "so needy for my cock, aren't you?"

"yes," you huff out fast, eyes closing shut at the feeling under you.

"too bad."

abby shoves you all the way back down her dick, so that you're all the way back down at the base. it pleasures you for only a second, before the feeling vanishes, just like that.

"abby, f- fuck," you groan annoyedly, body begging for a release you know abby won't give you unless you do what she tells you to do.

and she doesn't like your words.

abby grabs you by the neck, forcing you to look at her as you roll your eyes in the brattiest manner she's ever seen from you. "look at me. look at me when i'm talking to you," and she uses that tone you know she only uses when she's not playing games, barking your full name out at the end like the word pains her tongue.

once she's got your eyes on her, she speaks once more. "if you really want this dick, and i know you do, you're gonna take what i give you like the good girl you are. that clear?"

you keep your eyes on her, scared of what will happen if you don't, face hot as you answer. "y- yes, ma'am."

"primary use of the kidneys?" abby asks, not even giving you praise for obeying her. but you're not at all surprised by that: if there was one thing about abby, she did not like your bratty side.

this time, unlike what abby's asked you before, you can't remember the answer to this. like, at all. you fumble with it for a second, digging through your head for what it could be. but you don't get a response.

"i- i don't know," you dumbly stutter, genuinely unsure of what to say. abby isn't having it, obviously, because one mlre spank is coming down onto your ass before you know it.

"f- fuck!" you whine brokenly, head rocking back, and bottom sore from each hit abby's given you. she doesn't seem to care.

"yes, you do," she all but growls at you, and you think of your real class all too quickly, like she's your professor. "we went over this. so fucking tell me," she says, and it only makes your abdomen churn more.

and fill with butterflies.

“s- something to do with b- blood pressure, right? c- controlling it? please say yes," you were begging more to yourself than to abby, not even sure where that answer came from.

“mhm, and what else?" she coos, doing what she's done a million times before: moving you halfway up her cock.

"i- i don't know, abs. can't remember," you mutter, and really, how could you by now?

it looks like abby is feeling a little generous this time, because she helps you along. "what’s it do to your body, princess? begins with an 'r',” she asked.

even when your brain begins to fog up with all of the questions in your head, and what's happening besides that, it seems to click for you when abby says the letter 'r.' “r- regulates it? th- the fluid balance?”

“mhm," abby says with a small nod of approval, even kissing your chest this time as a reward.

"there’s my smart girl.”

and it goes on like that forever, question, answer, question, answer. sometimes, you got abby's cock easily. most times, you weren't so lucky.

your eyes are drooping, body aching and face hot as you stutter out the answer to the final card in the deck. once you do, you let out a deep, long exhale, which makes abby chuckle.

"see, pretty girl? wasn't that bad, was it?" abby coos, putting her hand up to cup your cheek. obviously, you want to say no. but after all of this, it was too risky to be bratty to abby. so you shake your head.

and you hadn’t even finished yet.

"n- no, it was—fine," you lie, and abby knows you are. but she doesn't ask about it, knowing full well how much she's done to you already.

"look on the good side.”

“you'll remember better now, won't you?"

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reblogs are very much welcomed <3

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part two: shiftblr quotes

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@calebslittlecrow on this post

𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 "You can shift purely to get the fuck away from here - if you assume you can and will"

𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 "Wanting to escape? Not the problem.→ Thinking you’re stuck forever in your CR? That’s the problem. Seeing your DR as perfect? Not the problem.→ Assuming it’s too good for you? That’s the problem"

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@hrrtshape on this post

𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 "urgency does not dismantle possibility" 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 "effort does not push it further away" 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 "irrelevant. past attempts do not predict future outcomes"

𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 "shifting is not a feeling to be unlocked" 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 "people shift thinking about their homework"

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@premiumbitch on once this post

𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 "Would you be stressed about shifting if you had already shifted 100 times?"

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@dvineangels on this post

𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 "the second you were born, you were declared a spiritual vessel. you’re born being a master manifestor, master shifter, etc etc. it’s up to you to finally step into that awareness" 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 "you, my favorite are forever bound to be powerful, forever bound to be the highest of high and even lows of lows" 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 "you can shift to your dr and you can manifest what you’ve always wanted"

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@arayapendragon on this post

𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 " 'oh i'm in my cr bed' no no no, you’re in your dr bed. accept it. it is the truth, you can’t run away from it''

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@lotuzies on this post

𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 "the way you perceive your desired reality does NOT influence whether you shift or not"

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@hrrtshape on this post

𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 "you shift by deciding the 3d is irrelevant. like a rerun of a show you’ve already moved on from"

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@hrrtshape on this post

𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 "it’s as easy as breathing when you stop holding your breath"

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It's sooooo cuuuuute. I am very content. May this help you.

Now let's go home shall we.

🎕 part one: here Ib: this post of @theh0st

[visenyaism]

i have IB exams in two weeks, any advice for my poor soul?

If you’re under 18 you should unfollow me but I can help you with your homework the once. Here’s what I know:

1. They curve it to all hell so you’ll probably be fine.

2. Do the questions you know first, then the ones worth the most points. Do not waste time trying to make knowledge that is not in your mind miraculously appear there.

3. Be prepared to take some wild and confident guesses. Better to be vague than wrong, better to have attempted the questions at all than leave it blank.

4. Especially if you are American these definitely will not have an impact on your life at all the second they’re over. Don’t worry too much about them your job is to show up guess on a bunch of stuff and try your best.

5. Clearly and definitively answer the question in the first sentence or two of any writing. Make it easy for people to identify what your argument is.

6.

[kyuusberry]

stay | aespa ningning - drabble

pairing: gf!ningning x gn!reader

genre/theme: fluff, university au

warnings: kissing, cuddling

ib: key to your heart (ningning's part)

notes: all of my stories, oneshots, drabbles, ect are all fiction (fake/made up) except for the idols!! my stories do not depict how these idols actually act or their sexual orientation (straight, lesbian, gay, bisexual, aromantic, ect). the only time you'll ever read semi-true things is if it's my headcanons then i do use some facts from kprofiles and sometimes youtube videos but that's it.

a/n: mootie mention @rosiehrs <33 made this for my girl, kai!! go follow her, her stories are amazing!! chef's kiss!! divider credits @plutism

cis men, homophobes, racists, 20+, smut accounts dni

you and ning just finished watching a movie together and ningning was smiling and giggling while playing with your hair, glad to be able to hang out with you after a long week of finals.

you checked your phone for the time.

9:34pm 21:34

"hey, ning. i gotta go soon. it's getting late," you muttered.

"nooooo," she whined, frowning and grabbing onto your arm.

"i have to go home and finish my homework."

"just stay here, i can help you!" she held your arm tighter.

"i left it at home," you frowned.

"please, yn. stay."

you debated on whether or not you should stay or go home. i mean your apartment wasn't too far from hers, so it should be fine.. it's just that you didn't want to walk there and come back. you frowned.

ningning looked at you with puppy dog eyes, "don't leave me alone.. please?" she begged.

you sighed, it was only a 3 minute walk, "fine."

she smiled brightly, kissing you all over your face and hugging you. this made you smile a bit. being able to make her happy. it made you feel good. you got up and put on your shoes.

"wanna come with me?" you smiled.

she smiled back, just brighter, "yeah!" she instantly got up and put on a pair of shoes and a jacket, handing your jacket to you as well.

"promise you'll actually help me with my homework and not goof off?" you raised an eyebrow.

she nodded, "of course, love."

you smiled softly, she was probably gonna get bored and do her own thing at some point, but you could care less. as long as she was happy, you were too, "let's go then."

[anthroamazed]

tips for stem majors in math and science courses (spoonie + neurodivergent friendly)

hi y’all! my nameis lila and i’m a 28 year old physics and anthropology major who’s about 2 years through college (in the US)! as we’re coming up on the start of the fall ‘23 college semester, i thought i might share some really solid hacks for fellow STEM students taking science and/or math courses that i’ve basically built my college academic career on. and! these study tips are spoonie and adhd friendly! as a matter of fact, a lot of these are tips/methods that specifically work for me as a neurodivergent spoonie (i have pretty severe adhd, as well as POTS and ME/CFS), but that i think non-disabled/non-spoonie and/or neurotypical students could also benefit from using! so with out any further ado, here are my 7 tried and true study hacks for college math and science classes…

1) discover your learning style and tailor your studying towards leveraging it.

you’ve probably heard of visual, audio, and kinesthetic learning styles, but did you now there’s actually way more learning styles than just those three? i’m personally a “social learner,” meaning i learn best through discussion and socialization with 1+ other people to interact with. this could look like teaching other classmates concepts and methods that we’ve learned or discussing ideas with classmates and/or professors until i fully understand the concepts at play and how they connect and can reflect them in performing analysis and application, etc. honestly, figuring out my learning style was hands down one of the most helpful things i’ve done in college. it has allowed me to choose professors who i will mesh better with in terms of how they teach, as well as to adapt materials and methods to my style of learning in order to master them quicker and more effectively.

2) rewrite your notes after lecture, for the love of god.

this tip actually comes from my high school IB Math HL teacher, who told me to do this when i originally left high school for college. even if you think you’ve mastered the basics of the topic covered during the lecture, rewriting those notes after lecture helps really hammer in the knowledge that you’ve already established and also helps to get the wheels turning on pieces of information you might have less of a grasp on. try tp set aside at least 30 - 40 minutes after class to just rewrite your notes and try to really digest the information.

3) body doubling is one of the most beneficial things ever to be invented even if you’re not adhd, and i WILL die on that hill, thank you very much.

“body doubling” or “having an accountabilibuddy” are interchangeable terms in the adhd community that mean you have one or more consistent study buddy/buddies who you do all the homework and/or studying with in person on a regular basis, even if you’re just working next to each other in total silence. this does a couple of things. first off, it forces homework/assignments/studying to become a concrete social obligation you need to regularly show up for, rather than a nebulous obligation based on an invisible deadline. second off, it gives you 1+ partners to work out your problems concerning course topics with. third off, it allows you to build a network of peers where you feel comfortable helping each other with course material (this is especially great because it’s likely you and your classmates have different strengths regarding course content). tbh, body doubling is the other method that i, personally, have found most useful in college and i highly recommend trying it, even if you don’t have adhd.

4) teach others/your classmates the analysis and application methods you’ve learned, even if those methods aren’t 100% solidified for you (trust me on this).

the goal of stem courses is never memorization, but rather being able to understand a topic well enough to analyze a similar situation and apply the what you’ve learned creatively. this is where teaching others comes in. in order to teach others a concept and its related analysis and application well, you have to have at least a fraction of a decent understanding of these things yourself, and, further, often time in teaching these things you also learn to grasp the concepts/aanalysis/applications even better than you did before with each new teaching session. basically: teaching others is a creative way of also teaching yourself. you get the benefits of repetition, of thinking about a concept/technique/analysis and application in a new way, and of getting to apply the concept/technique/analysis and applicatioin to a new scenario each time. plus, you’ll typically make friends quickly in the process! there’s really no downside to this tip imo ;-)

5) utilize your college’s tutoring center/program(s), even when you don’t think you need to.

usually colleges have either set up a general “tutoring center,” on campus where you can find tutors for all different kinds of topics and courses available during regular hours for walk-in sessions and/or appointments free of charge or departments will hold regular weekly (or twice weekly) free on-campus tutoring sessions for specific courses. regardless of which of these options your college has, i highly recommend attending at least one tutoring session/appointment (ideally with the same tutor if/when you eventually find one you click with) every single week, even when you don’t feel like you’re struggling with the topic(s) covered in that week’s lecture. this will help you review topics and techniques covered in lecture, deepen your understanding of them, and, if nothing else, it’s an excuse to get homework out of the way while having someone else there who can help you if/when you get stuck. attending at least one session weekly also helps you get into a habit and routine of keeping up with your assignments, so you’re not left scrambling at the last minute before they’re due.

6) if you have accommodations, request access to record lectures. if you do not have accommodations, ask your professor if you are allowed to record lectures. IF YOU RECORD LECTURES, DO NOT FORGET TO REVIEW THEM!

okay, so first up for my fellow spoonies and neurodivergent peeps: when you apply for/renew your accommodations, make sure that “recordinng lectures” is on your MOA (memorandum of accommodations), because so long as it is, your professors legally cannot deny you permission to record lectures without risk of themself and the college being sued for an ADA violation. also, make friends with a classmate and ask them to record lectures and send them to you if/when you are absent (let the professor know that you’ve asked this classmate to record and send you the lecture if you are absent)

now, if you aren’t disabled, a spoonie, and/or neurodivergent, you aren’t guaranteed permission to record lectures. however. ask the professor if you can have their permission to audio record lectures (be sure to also let them know that such a recording would be for personal use only and that you don’t plan on distributing the recordings). i’ve found that many professors don’t mind you having an audio recording.

even if you aren’t an audible learner it can be really useful to have these recordings to review at a later point. oftentimes reviewing lecture recordings can be useful if you glazed over and missed a section of the lecture and/or if you can’t remember what a professor taught during a section of a lecture.

7) last but not least, on a related note, if you have accommodations, also request access to your professor’s lecture notes. if you don’t have accommodations, check if your professor posts their lecture notes for students to use.

having your professor’s notes can be extremely useful for review purposes, but they can also help you understand where your professor is going with course content and what they want to stress as important.

[christiannerd]

IBS is a disability

TW for discussion/vent about how a disability affects me, and mention of having to hide pain

Disclaimer: I am new to Tumblr, and have yet to watch an etiquette video. If I have accidentally said or done anything I wasn't supposed to, it was entirely unintentional, and I deeply apologize. I will correct it as soon as I am made aware.

Warning: long post ahead (under the cut)

IBS should be considered a disability. I know a bunch of people in the disabled community online already consider it one, but legally it's not considered one.

Sure, im still able to have a job and do my school work, but that doesn't mean it doesn't make those things harder than it would be for someone who's digestive system isn't a mine field.

What happens when I have a flare-up at work? Which, by the way, has happened before. I can't just take a 2 hour bathroom break in the middle of my 8 hour shift! So I just stand there. in pain. ignoring the pain. keeping that customer-service smile on my face so the customers don't notice I'm in pain.

One time (before I had my meds, so the pain was a lot worse back then too) I was working a shift and my boss stationed me in the elevator. Literally the most useless job I could have been given, I was just there to press the buttons for customers. (I had a more important role at one specific spot in the shift, but that lasted like 5 minutes). I had a flareup towards the beginning of that shift. I could tell this was going to be a multi-hour bathroom visit, so I couldn't do anything about it until I got off work. I was in so much pain that I just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. But of course, I couldn't do that. I had to stand there, and smile, and keep working. So not only was I having to smile through the judgemental stares and comments bc I was being paid to press elevator buttons, but I had to ignore being in agonizing physical pain as well.

Its not that my IBS stops me from having a job, but it probably effects my performance at my job. Who can focus in that much pain? Sure that day focus wasn't really an issue bc I was just pressing elevator buttons, but in any other position it would have been a major problem. And if I dealt with the problem to make the pain go away, I'd lose several hours of work, on a consistent basis, and probably be fired for it.

And as far as school, hygine, and social life goes, I lose several hours out of my day, every day, to being stuck in the bathroom trying desperately to make the pain go away. You think that doesn't effect my ability to find time for homework? You think that doesn't effect my ability to make it to class? You think that doesn't effect my ability to take care of my body in other ways?

I very often have to choose between going to class or taking a shower, because the time I was suppose to be in the shower, I was on the toilet. I often have to choose between getting my homework done, and spending time with friends, because the time I was supposed to be doing homework, I was stuck in the bathroom. I know homework vs social life is a common time balancing problem for students, but for most people it's "less time with friends to get the homework done", but for me it's very often "no time with friends to get the homework done". It's so isolating. If I didn't see these people at church, and at club meetings, I'd probably never get to see them. (and yes, I have missed or been late to those bc of my IBS as well)

My IBS has kept me up until the middle of the night before. It's made me miss class. It's made me late to things. It's made me miss exams! (Thank goodness my professors were understanding enough to let me take it another time).

The only ways I can manage my IBS is by taking meds, and/or severely restricting my diet. My pills help me be able to avoid some of the pain from eating food, but like any disability aid, it doesn't help 100%. Without my meds, most vegetables are completely out of the question. So is a long list of fruits, and so many other things. Even tea hurts me! Coffee too! Meds help, but I'm still in pain. Less pain, but still pain. And im still spending hours in the bathroom. 1-2 hours at a time, instead of 3-4, but it's still countable in terms of hours.

This is a lifelong condition that I was born with. If any other part of my body was effecting me this way, no one would doubt that I'm disabled. Heck, this effects me more than some of the recognized disabilities that I have! How is this not a disability?

[racetheskies]

ngl this year is insane bc what do you mean i'm a full-time student with 2+ hours of homework every night, a sport i'm competing at a national level in that i practice & work out for almost daily unless i'm too busy, choir before & after classes (plus i'm a music council officer so i have to help run rehearsals and fundraise for events), and on top of all that i'm writing my IB extended essay and trying to keep up with volunteering???

[taysdorothea13]

this is so far fetch but wrenny 100% took IB in highschool and would cry to tay bc she absolutely hates math and she chose the hardest HL’s since she’s just an overachiever like that (im taking IB and wanna bang my head into a wall rn)

babe, i don’t know what either of those classes are 😭 wrenny was taking ‘high school’ classes at eleven years old though. the program taylor has her enrolled in is based off of readiness, not so much typical age brackets. for a long time she was in higher level english/arts courses and below average math and science courses. reading was an escape when she lived with the tilghmans, she taught herself how to read (with the help of a lovely librarian. timothy and adriana would drop her off at the local library and tell her if anyone asked they would be right back… they were never right back. so the librarian would read to her and eventually she picked it up) at four years old and it just flourished from there. but she was only in kindergarten for a couple of months before adriana pulled her out so while she could continue reading at home, there was no exposure to math and science. it took her a handful of years to really grasp the concept of math, but once she did, oh god did she flourish. she finishes a standard lesson in twenty minutes, and she won’t stop until the assignment is entirely completed. by the time she’s nine, she’s taking ‘middle school’ classes. she’s always been an overachiever and she also knows that if she finishes all of her work, then she doesn’t have to worry about anything else and just gets to hang out with taylor until the next week starts and she has more lessons and homework.

the program taylor has her enrolled in is a weekly course. students are assigned 10 lessons and 6 homework assignments, usually with a test at the end of every week that broadly covers every topic introduced. they can do these assignments any time between monday and friday, and if they finish early, there needs to be a parent there to consent to the next weeks assignments being rolled out, if that makes sense. a lot of the time wren finishes everything by tuesday. there’s not much for her to do when they’re traveling, especially during the eras tour when it’s long flights and even longer car rides, so she’ll have taylor log into the program and sign off on the next weeks assignments being published for her to do. at that pace, with her finishing at least two weeks of assignments every week, she’s on track to end her school year months before anyone else. sometimes (like right now when they’re in whitesboro) she does just take the break, but sometimes she asks if she can start the next school years assignments. the program requires at least two weeks off at the end of a term, so she’s always getting a chance to rest her body/mind, but taylor doesn’t see the harm in letting her go wild with assignments. there’s a very delicate line between encouraging your kid to strive for an education, but teaching them how to take a break for their own benefit and health. wren is just a weird kid who genuinely likes the routine of schoolwork. it’s one of the only things that doesn’t change in her day to day life. she could be on a plane, in a car, at the studio with jack, on stage with taylor, and she knows that she has 10 assignments, 6 homework assignments, and 1 test to complete. it’s honestly really grounding when everything else feels so far out of her control, but that’s not to say she doesn’t complain.

wren absolutely HATES world history. there’s just something about it that she cannot grasp. maybe it’s the fact that in a way it’s combining both english and math, but that’s the class where she isn’t any different then a regular kid getting frustrated with homework. she can memorize a million songs, a million different dances and sound cues, but it’s like her mind goes blank when you ask her to name every war that ever occured in south america with a comprehensive list of the cause, years, major events, and end result. to date world history is the only class she’s never gotten an a in, and boy did she take that hit hard. she sobbed to taylor for two hours about how she just doesn’t know how people memorize all of this, and taylor had to remind her time and time again that some people just have different strengths, and nobody is ever going to come up and quiz her on the 1810 argentine war of independence. wren literally got a b+ in the class, like she’s crying for no reason, but she values her grades because it’s the only thing she has. some kids are in dance and they have trophies, some kids are in soccer and they have plaques and medals, all wren does is follow taylor and do her school work (that’s entirely her choice. taylor literally tried to sign her up for dance classes at the studio james goes to and she outright refused to even try one lesson) so she takes it hard when she ‘fails’. but yeah, wrenny and world history are public enemies and she’s beyond glad that after she completed it there was never any obligation to take it again lol

[wartsandwarlocks]

Jealousy

This was meant for the lockeroom prompt from @wolfstarmicrofic but I spent so much time on school I literally forgot to finish this. If you’re reading this and thinking about taking IBs DONT!! SAVE YOURSELF!

Quidditch has been a total pain in the dick the past month. Not only has James been a total arse to everyone in the team because of his latest breakup with Lily- the fifth one in fact- but the girls are being completely uncooperative on her behalf. It was all completely doomed from the beginning.

By the time the Sunday match rolled around, the team was a complete mess. The graceful chasers crashed into each other at least thrice, the amazing keeper could not do his only literal job and not twenty minutes had to go by before their score reached triple digits.

To no one’s surprise, Sirus casually “bumped” into the Ravenclaw chaser, right after the 120th point, throwing her off her broom.

A deafening whistle went off.

“Sirius Black!” the ref screeched “out and suspended!”

“Fuck’s sake” Sirius muttered “of course I’m the bad guy”

Angrily, he dropped to the ground and stomped to the lockeroom. Throwing his broom and removing his pads he sat down on the first bench he saw.

“A whole month a whole fucking month” he thought “putting up with James and Marlenes bullshit feud over Lily, who I also had to fucking tolerate!, to end up suspended for lightly touching that mutant asshole.”

Surely, James’s insufferable heartbreak was weighing on the whole team, but Sirius had other things weighing on him. Just last Sunday, the pretty little chaser he threw off her broom has been batting her big brown eyes at Remus. Right. Under. His. Nose.

Remus told him it had been over some homework thing, History of magic, but it was all a big ball of bullshit. Sirius knew perfectly well those two didn’t share any classes, but Remus managed to convince him was truly nothing and Sirius, blindly, decided to trust him, a regrettable decision.

Yesterday it happened again, they were standing beside the potions classroom, her eyelashes batting over and over for Remus, desperately craving his attention. The kind of attention Remus had sworn to only give Sirius. Bull. Shit.

“Pads?” A familiar voice resonated through the lockeroom. “I know you’re in here asshole, I just want to check on you before you got screamed at by everyone else”

“You’re here to scream at me?” He answered as Remus sat down beside him.

“Uh? No? I came to see how you’re doing, suspension and all”

“It’s just a semester, I can deal Remus but thanks.” He answered dryly

“The fuck is wrong with you? Don’t take your anger out at me I barely spoke to you today.” Remus argued

“Oh sure you have no time for your stupid boyfriend but all the time in the world for your bitchy girlfriend” Sirius bitched “I get it now, thanks for painting the clearer picture Moons, appreciated.”

“Girlfriend?” Remus said dumbfounded “what on earth is going on with you Pads? Who’s this girlfriend I know nothing of?”

“Oh you know, brown eyes, eyelashes that bat each time she even thinks of you, blonde, fell off her broom, you know her pretty well actually.” He spat back

“fucks sake, this again? What is it with you and Irina?” Remus asked turning at Sirius.

“What’s with me and Irina? What’s with you and Irina, Remus?” Sirius said turning to finally look at him “What is it that you two like to talk about so much you just can’t wait to talk to her?”

“She’s helping me with something” Remus said shyly

“Like your boners?”

“Like your birthday present you fucking dick.” Remus said getting up “She’s traveling to London next week, I’ve been asking her to buy you that stupid Led Zeppelin album you so desperately want since I can’t seem to get it anywhere else.”

Sirius stared down at his shoes. “Shit” he thought. However, being Sirius Black, he wasn’t just going to quit there.

“Well thanks Remus but I could wait for my birthday present if it meant you not flirting with her.”

“Merlin Sirius you are being unreasonable! We’re not flirting!” His hand practically teleported to his temple.

“Puh-lease Remus don’t pretend you don’t see how she worships the ground you walk, she’s always just lurking around the corner, waiting to be with you!” Sirius said standing up to face Remus. “The worst part is I can’t even blame her! You’re so fucking hot and do not stop giving her the time of day. I too would think I have a chance with the infamous Gryffindor casanova”

“Infamous?”

“You can’t be a nice casanova Moons,” Sirius ran his hands through his sweated hair “It just doesn��t work like that.”

“I’m quite nice to you, aren’t I?” Remus asked.

“Yeah sure, except when you’re flirting with Irina, you’re pretty decent”

“Oh fuck off” Remus chuckled

“and leave you alone in the lockeroom to wait for your girlfriend? No thanks.” Sirius meant it, but it came out as a tease, and he let it slide.

Remus laughed before sitting back down “so, how are you feeling?”

“Better” Sirius joined him, laying his sweaty head over Remus’s shoulder “please stop flirting with her, let her know you’re not interested or something it’s eating me alive” he pleaded. “Fuck i could have killed her with that throw”

“i know” Remus smirked

“Moony you’re smirking it’s weird” Sirius said sitting up.

“The smirking? why?”

“I just said I almost killed her and you’re practically laughing”

“i do think its funny” Remus rested his hand on Sirius’s lap, making him slightly jolt. “She is very annoying and you look incredibly hot all jealous and murdery over some stupid girl” Remus said, his fingers poking Sirius’s face.

“Fuck you” Sirius laughed, moving his face to the left.

“if you insist… i’ll be waiting in the dorm, James will probably kill himself after the team loss and Pete will be busy reviving him so I think we have some time.”

“Moony?”

“Mhm?”

“Next time she bats her eyes i’ll kill her right there and then.”

“Oh I am so looking forward to it.” And with a tender kiss, Sirius was left alone in the lockeroom one again.

[everythingwritingg]

Writing Students

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I would like to preface this post by sending love to all my fellow students out there. With all the subjects and extracurricular activities, it seems like there’s always something to do and hardly anytime to relax. In addition, I’m sure we’re all sleep deprived and haven’t had time to write in ages. However, people who have graduated, especially those who have graduated a while ago, might be far removed from the experience, so here’s a helpful guide for those who want to write students.

School system varies by country/state. Some schools will run from August-May while others run from September-June. Most countries have 5 day weeks, though there are some schools that go anywhere from 4-6 days per week. One thing that varies is the amount of years that one has to stay in school. Normally, excluding preschool/nursery/kindergarten, or whatever you call it in your country, there are 12 years of school, but it could vary by country. In addition, different countries will often have different divisions of primary and secondary school.

School takes up the most of your weekday. If you include commute, then school could potentially take up to 9 hours a day. Even if you had no homework or extracurricular activities, you’re still spending a lot of your time dedicated to your education. You won’t have a lot of free time unless you’re in primary school.

And the homework. This one varies on the type of school and teachers. Primary school students will have little homework, if any at all, which gives them more time to spend on activities and free time. However, once you get to the higher levels, especially Year 11 or Junior Year for those in the US, then homework really gets out of control.

And the exams. There are both small class exams on a topic and huge exams that could determine the course of your future. In the US, we have big exams such as AP, IB, SAT, and ACT exams. In the UK, GCSEs and A levels are some of the most important exams for students. These can bring on a lot of stress because a lot of preparation is required.

Oh, the stress. Usually, most secondary students have some degree of stress associated with their workload. Especially students who have a lot of extracurriculars, since those also take up a lot of time. As you get to the higher grades, balancing school and extracurriculars, such as sports, clubs, and jobs, gets really difficult. Sometimes, students might have to give up something to make it all work.

Most students still have a social life. School is usually associated with academics, but friends and socialization are important parts of schools too. If you’re writing about a school, don’t forget to show people hanging out at lunch or in the hallways. Most students somehow find a way to make it all work with socialization and academics. Try to write your student character having a life outside of school.

Make sure you develop the teachers too. If you’re writing a story that’s centered around going to school, try to create fleshed out teachers. Some teachers are going to be more or less strict than others, thus more or less popular with students. Your characters might also be closer with some teachers than others and even confide in some teachers.

Each school has their own quirks. Does your school have a bad football team? Does it have the best robotics club in the state? What is your school known for? What type of pranks do students play on the school? What is their mascot and what spirit days do they have? The little details will make your school come to life.

My fellow students and non-students alike, I hope you enjoyed this post. Those of you who are still in school, I hope you’re holding up well. Those of you who graduated, damn. You’re so damn lucky.

[epenvs3000w24]

Unit 5: Bits and Bobs 

Reading there was no prompt this week was thrilling! I'm not as enthused after trying to rewrite this post 3 times, each with different topics. Taking a break from this weekly task, I scrolled through my camera roll as I do pretty often. I enjoy making albums on my phone like I do Spotify playlists. Scrolling through the albums today, I looked at one I do from time to time titled Bits and Bobs. 

In the hustle and bustle of my life, I don't recall sitting and having a moment for myself, jumping between school, sports practices, volunteering, school clubs, homework, dinner and sleep. Repeat. My weeks were a cycle I could not escape. When I reached Grade 12, I was burnt out. My mind was consumed by how I was possibly going to write my IB exams worth 80% of my grade and balance all of the extracurriculars overflowing on my plate. Then, on March 13, 2020, everything in my life halted. For the first time since I was 5, I had no obligations! I could do ANYTHING I wanted, yet nothing crossed my mind. To be fair, like most people, my options were limited to my neighbourhood. For the first 3 months, I watched TV like it was my job. Honestly, it was ideal that I finally took a break to sit down and relax. However, once summer rolled around, and I quit my job as a couch potato, I enjoyed being outside the most, partly because I had spent 3 months indoors watching TV and partly because I had never had the opportunity to spend much time outside before. Whether riding my bike with my mom or going to the Escarpment with my dad, it was so far removed from anything I had ever done before. In this slower-paced environment, I discovered activities I had not realized I enjoyed. Further from these activities, I started to find value in being present, acknowledging the time and place I occupied, and taking everything in like a sponge. Importantly, what I can see, hear, touch, smell and taste. These became my bits and bobs.

Since embarking on university, it has been challenging to pause and catch my breath when my thoughts are racing with the numerous assignments I have to complete. In times like midterm season, I can't help but think how common it is for people to get caught up in the routine of their daily lives without taking the time to savor the present moment truly. Writing this blog post now and reflecting on 2020 reminds me that it is important to value the small moments of peace and contentment that I encounter day to day. For me, these seemingly insignificant "bits and bobs" are reminders to pause and reflect, urging me to slow down and find peace in the simple moments of life.

[sathcreation]

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Every student gets access to personal mentorship. Gritty Tech’s IGCSE Online Classes Hyderabad include doubt-clearing sessions tailored to the needs of each learner. Students can request extra sessions, get help with homework, or clarify challenging topics without hesitation.

We also offer continuous academic support through chat, forums, and scheduled one-on-one calls. Gritty Tech’s mission is to make sure no student is left behind.

Subjects Offered at Gritty Tech

Our IGCSE Online Classes Hyderabad cover a wide range of subjects, each taught by domain experts with years of experience in the Cambridge system:

1. Mathematics

Math is a pillar of the IGCSE curriculum, and our IGCSE Online Classes Hyderabad provide extensive training in Core and Extended Mathematics. Our structured practice sessions and analytical approach build accuracy and speed.

2. Physics

Physics at Gritty Tech is taught through animations, simulations, and real-world experiments. Our IGCSE Online Classes Hyderabad for Physics break down complex laws and theories into simple, understandable ideas.

3. Chemistry

We focus on helping students visualize reactions, understand equations, and master laboratory techniques. Our Chemistry faculty ensures that each student builds a solid foundation with concept clarity.

4. Biology

In our IGCSE Online Classes Hyderabad, Biology becomes an engaging subject full of stories, visuals, and mnemonics. We simplify topics like genetics, ecology, and human anatomy with high-quality visuals and real-life references.

5. English Language & Literature

From poetry and drama to grammar and essay writing, our IGCSE Online Classes Hyderabad for English prepare students for both the Language and Literature papers with precision.

6. Business Studies & Economics

Learn about the business world, economic principles, and global trade with practical examples. Our interactive case-based teaching in IGCSE Online Classes Hyderabad helps students connect theory to real-world applications.

Recorded Classes and Study Resources

We understand that students may miss a class or need to review a topic again. That’s why Gritty Tech’s IGCSE Online Classes Hyderabad come with access to class recordings. Students can revisit these anytime, anywhere.

In addition, we provide top-quality Cambridge-aligned study materials:

Topic-wise Notes

Chapter Summaries

Practice Worksheets

Solved Past Papers

Revision Guides

All resources are accessible through our dedicated learning portal, making our IGCSE Online Classes Hyderabad truly self-sufficient and learner-friendly.

Smart Assessments & Analytics

What sets Gritty Tech apart is our use of data. We continuously assess student performance through quizzes, assignments, and mock exams. The performance reports from our IGCSE Online Classes Hyderabad help students and parents understand progress and areas that need improvement.

We use AI-based tools to track progress and recommend specific improvements. This makes learning smarter and outcomes more predictable.

Why Hyderabad Families Trust Gritty Tech

Parents in Hyderabad want the best for their children, and Gritty Tech’s IGCSE Online Classes Hyderabad deliver just that. We combine academic rigor with emotional intelligence, encouraging curiosity, creativity, and critical thinking.

Our students have consistently outperformed their peers, achieving A* and A grades across subjects. These results are a testament to the commitment and quality that Gritty Tech brings to its IGCSE Online Classes Hyderabad.

Flexible Course Options

Gritty Tech offers multiple course options to suit every learner:

Full Year Programs: For students in Grades 9 and 10 following the full IGCSE curriculum.

Crash Courses: For exam preparation and quick revision.

Subject-Specific Modules: For targeted support in one or more subjects.

Summer and Winter Camps: Intensive short-term programs for concept reinforcement.

No matter what stage of preparation you're in, our IGCSE Online Classes Hyderabad can meet your needs.

Admissions – Easy and Hassle-Free

Getting started with Gritty Tech’s IGCSE Online Classes Hyderabad is simple:

Book a Free Demo Class

Attend a Counseling Session

Take an Assessment (if needed)

Choose a Plan

Begin Learning

Our counselors help you every step of the way, ensuring you select the right program for your academic goals.

Technology That Enhances Learning

Our platform is equipped with smart tools that make learning more intuitive:

AI-Driven Feedback

Interactive Whiteboards

Real-Time Quizzes

Breakout Rooms for Group Activities

Discussion Forums for Peer Learning

All these features combine to create an immersive learning experience in our IGCSE Online Classes Hyderabad.

What Parents and Students Say

“We joined Gritty Tech’s IGCSE Online Classes Hyderabad last year, and the improvement in my son’s grades is phenomenal.” – Mrs. Anitha Rao, Parent “I love how the teachers explain concepts and give real-life examples. I’m no longer scared of Physics!” – Aarav, IGCSE Grade 10 Student

Gritty Tech is not just another tuition platform. It is a trusted academic partner that supports students with empathy, clarity, and vision.

FAQ – IGCSE Online Classes Hyderabad

Q. Can students from outside Hyderabad join these classes? Yes! Gritty Tech’s IGCSE Online Classes Hyderabad are open to students across India and even international learners.

Q. What syllabus do you follow? We follow the Cambridge IGCSE curriculum, adhering strictly to official guidelines and exam patterns.

Q. How often are tests conducted? Weekly quizzes, monthly assessments, and full mock tests are part of our academic calendar.

Q. Do you offer career counseling or university guidance? Yes. Along with academic support, we provide mentorship for future study paths including A-Levels, IB, and university applications.

Q. What is the fee structure? Fees depend on the subjects and duration of the course. Contact us for personalized plans and scholarship offers.

Enroll Now – IGCSE Online Classes Hyderabad with Gritty Tech

When it comes to IGCSE Online Classes Hyderabad, no one does it better than Gritty Tech. With an experienced team, modern learning tools, and a student-first approach, we help learners unlock their full potential.

Whether your goal is to top your school, ace board exams, or prepare for global academic programs, Gritty Tech is the ideal place to begin. Our consistent results, positive reviews, and community of happy students and parents say it all.

Ready to begin your IGCSE journey? Sign up for Gritty Tech’s IGCSE Online Classes Hyderabad today and take the first step toward academic success!