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math final’s done today 😔

the fact that i’m never ever gonna study math EVER again is making me feel so depressed akdkwkjskw

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Class-8 Math's NCERT Solutions | Mid Term-1 Ex.3.1 Question :- 3 To 6 #mathematics #class8

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NCERT mathematics solution for class 10th, chapter 8 (Introduction to Trigonometry) exercise 8.4 solutions.

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PART 9 🫠🫠🫠

So you know how Mizu went to assassinate that one girl and when coming back from the successful kill that some random kid she decided to trust actually snitched on her?? (Cant trust kids for shit anymore 😔😔), well i had an idea for reader and her to fight off the army like the badass couple they are.

So when the army comes around and says their grand plan and how they are gonna wreck shit up. Mizu ofc tells Ringo to bring everyone down to the cellar to keep them safe and shit, including reader of course because reader is just a magnet for trouble atp but Reader says “absolutely not” and goes to help her wife. Since she’s an Ex-Shinobi she definitely knows how to sneak around and be stealthy so she readies herself and even makes makeshift weapons like a rope javelin and smoke screens.

So when Mizu is out struggling with her wound, reader is out killing the rest of the other stupid men because she still has anger nestled in her from her Frenemy encounter. Some of the men even recognize her to be daughter of the infamous Shinobi “black death” (or smth idk, making this part while doing trigonometry homework 😓😓). And reader just doesn’t respond and kills them heartlessly. And then she helps Mizu and they fight together with such precision it’s beautiful.

At the end of the fight, The guards who were looking for akemi found her ofc and Reader wanted help even if Akemi was threatening to kill Mizu but Mizu just stops Reader and reader is like “☹️ i wanted to help her though.” (Best i can come up with while studying and doing homework 😭😭)

pairing: mizu x fem!apothecary!reader

warning(s): heavy blood, injury, swearing

a/n: really can’t trust them little bastards anymore 😞 and not the trigonometry homework 😭 I pray for you bestie

summary: after returning from your little encounter; you find a child snitched on mizu for doing her work. the thousand claw army shows up; and you and your wife are ready to fuck shit up.

word count: 1,225 words / 6,751 characters

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bang—ban—ba—b—

your eyes flash up to the door, suddenly snapped out of your anger. 

mizu slowly gets to her feet, sliding her hat back on her head. you follow close behind—you promised never to leave your wife’s side, and you wouldn’t.

you step outside the brothel, the workers pooling outside behind you.

your eyes widen, recoiling back when you saw the thousand claw army; a young boy nestled at their side. 

mizu looked absolutely pissed when she saw the boy. 

oh, god. what now?

you turn your attention to the man, held by his hair. 

slash.

blood tricked down his throat, practically gushing onto the floor as his eyes rolled back and body went limp.

you’d seen so much death you didn’t even flinch.

mizu, promptly, threw off her overcoat, hat and glasses.

she didn’t give a shit who saw, right now; they’d all be dead soon, anyway.

“ringo,” mizu narrowed her eyes, placing an arm out protectively. “get them all downstairs.” she said in a hushed voice, ushering everyone inside as she boarded up the door. “keep them there and stand guard, don’t leave, you hear me? unless I say so you stay down there.”

everyone began being ushered downstairs, you stay still, holding your ground.

“you too,” she hissed, looking up up and down for a moment.

“oh, no.” you place a hand on her arm, “we are in this together; always have been. I know what I’m doing—two is better than one fighting a whole army, isn’t it?”

she narrows her eyes further, letting her eyebrows furrow being sighing.

“do as I say,” she whispers, “stay in the dark and stay out of sight. strike only when a few are around; never take on a whole group at once.”

you nod, squeezing her hand.

“we’ve got this, don’t worry.” 

you smile. you seemed so sure; it soothed her worries that something would happen to you—if only a little.

you slink into the darkness, pressed up against the wall. your wife is on the other side; glancing down the hall every so often. you have three kunai's in between your fingertips, and a small javelin type weapon in your other hand.

the thundering footsteps of the thousand claw army storm past you, never even stopping to look for you. after they separated, a little, mizu glanced at you—she gestured you forward.

you tossed one of the kunai's at the back of one of the men's throat; piercing through with a sharp “plunk” sound.

you took the next man, slipping past him as he attempted to swing it you—your small size coming in handy. you dash under his arm, grabbing his bicep and slashing the javelin across his throat with precision.

you may have been covered in blood, but you had plenty of pent up anger from your earlier encounter. the adrenaline of fighting was pumping through your body; you weren’t sure how long it'd been since you fought.

mizu grabbed your hand, pulling you along to the next area. you slunk into the darkness, peering around to see three more men come into your vicinity.

mizu slashed her sword across his waist, chopping one in half. you took on a different one; tossing your kunai's and pinning him to the wall with puncture wounds in his chest and legs.

you pulled them all out; smirking as he fell to the ground lifeless.

you tossed one of your kunai's to your wife, who caught it quickly—stabbing it through the warriors chest. it was laced with poison, so if the would didn’t kill him, the vile certainly would.

mizu groaned, scooting up against the wall—tucked away into a skinny hall. 

you're heart dropped—

—she was holding her stomach. four stab wounds from the claws punctured her skin.

you rush to her side, sliding onto your knees. you place pressure on her wound, slipping some bandages out of your kimono. you had no herbs or poultice right now; but as long as mizu didn’t bleed out, you'd be fine.

you leapt to your feet, leaving her to breathing heavy and struggling with her wound.

five men surrounded you.

you'd watched mizu handle the same situation with beautiful precision.

you could try.

you grabbed one of their arms, as they reared up to claw you with those metal claws of theirs—you sweat your foot under their feet, knocking them to the floor as you punctured his chest with your makeshift javelin. 

you tugged it out of his chest, turning around and slashing another’s throat—you tossed your poisoned kunai's at two others, stabbing their heads and knocking them to the floor.

you kicked the last one to the floor, digging your heal into his stomach.

you tossed the javelin down at him, letting out a scream before going limp.

“how many,” you huff, gazing at mizu, who was looking at you with almost lovesick sparkling eyes. “more?”

“plenty more..” she tried to get up, groaning as she fell back to the ground.

“careful..” you hiss, eyes narrowed. you wiped a dash of blood from your face.

“I’ll be fine,” she heaved herself to her feet, latching around you as you made your way outside. she had her weapon in one hand, your hand in her other.

you gazed at the hundreds of soldiers.

just you and your wife… fighting all them off.

seemed reasonable enough.

you hopped into battle, the two of you having each other’s backs the entire time. mizu, every so often, would pass you her weapon—and in turn you'd pass a few of your kunai's.

it was like a wedding dance; at least, your version of it, since you never had one.

you're breathing was heavy—and your entire body was soaked in blood, as was mizu’s. some of it was hers, most of it… wasn’t.

she reached out for your hand. she placed a tender kiss on top of it;

“thank you, my love. but please… never offer to fight with me again.”

her words make you giggle, placing a kiss to her cheek.

“whenever you need help, my darling, I will offer it—over and over again even if it gets me killed every time, in every universe,” you smile softly.

“mizu!”

“master!”

the two calls sound from the brothel doors, akemi and ringo, both covered in dashes off blood—come running out.

guards. warriors. more of them.

your head whips to the side; your eye widening as more guards approach. though they don’t seem violet, your hand stands readied in case they chose to be.

“we are here to collect princess akemi of kyoto,” they announced, gazing at akemi.

“no,” akemi hissed. “you won’t let them take me. right, mizu?”

mizu gazed into her eyes for a moment. she sighed, adverting her gaze.

“take her,” mizu hissed.

“what?!” 

akemi exclaimed, her voice hollering out mizu's name as she was lifted and taken away by the guards.

her screams hurt your heart, covering your ears so you didn’t have to hear them.

when it died off; you gazed at your wife.

“we should have helped her,” you murmur. “I wanted to help her.”

“we can’t help everyone we come across,” mizu settles down on the curb of the street. “she would only weigh us down; we don’t need the bounty of some stollen princess on our shoulders.”

you advert your gaze, “I suppose we do not.”

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stray kid fic recs

SOME OF THE RECS CONTAIN A MATURE THEMED THUS MDNI!

thank you for the authors for such a great fic! i will update it time by time!

reminder that tumblr works by reblogging not likes so make sure to rb the fics!

my main fic recs here.

OT8

COLLEGESLUTS.COM | SKZ OT8 SERIES by @koorminii (M)

sharing a bed series by @skzdarlings (m)

-this is a standalone for each member! AND IT'S SO GOOD BECAUSE IT'S THE GOLDEN TROPE

BANGCHAN

for reasons wretched and divine by @noramoons (m)

the chance of love by @maatryoshkaa

another great fic! it;s a hs au, with chan being the perfect top student paired with oc who's determined to find out his flaw!

hatefuck by @ballelino (m)

my first ever fic of ballelino that got me hooked. it's so good, hot, pure and wholesome at the whole time!

instinct by @fizzydrink698 (m)

I AM ON MY KNEES. this is abo au and it's perfect. there's no flaw on this it's insane i read this religiously EFIPUHR9UFHRWUG fem reader is an alpha and chan is an omega!

LEE KNOW

wedding season series by @ballelino (m)

this is the one that i follow during the update, while it's ongoing. and i went crazy with it. i love it with my whole heart. ex reader and ex minho go to chan wedding because reader sure there's a chance for a relationship to arise. but is it truly with chan? HUHHH??!!??

cupid's Christmas by @btssmutgalore (m)

I LIVE FOR THIS. IT'S INSANE. TO OC BEST FRIEND THAT CONDUCTED THE IDEA OF CUPID CHRISTMAST, I LOVE YOU. btw the dynamic between minho and reader is insane.

instead of you by @sluttywonwoo

fake dating trope but not with minho yet the tension is all the same. SO GOOD, I DON'T KNOW IF IT'S TRUE BUT I AM SENSING SOME TRIGONOMETRY PROBLEM

consort by @fizzydrink698

NOW THIS. where do i get started i love oc relationship with minho. btw it's crown prince minho x fem reader (BUT BEFORE THIS READER WAS COURTED BY FELIX WHO IS MINHO HALF BROTHER) so yeah you got me it's insane i wanna die and cry.

friends with benefits by @starrgaziinggg (m)

the tension. the sweetness. the care. the affection. the anxious. MY I WANT TO BANG MY HEAD BECAUSE IT'S SO CUTE,

communicate through blinks by @rachalixie

-this is a drabble (maybe) and it doesn't seems like it have a title but please if let me know if there's one anyways this is sooooo cute like if my future partner are not like this i will break HSHSHSHH

conflict, conceal, confess | minho by @fizzydrink698

-i've nothing to say anymore. please. this is gold. ALL OF IT, WORD BY WORD.

something in the rain by @jl-micasea-fics [m]

-the built up is insane. barely two chapter but i'm so fucking excited for this series!

° one bite by @seospicybin

- please it's so spicy HSHSHSHS two somewhat cheating (make it even more spicier to read yk) with hyunjin's gf!

Changbin

the favourite by @seospicybin (M)

this one get me all hot and bothered with a wholesome moment! dad changbin x writer reader who somehow ended up babysitting his child! AND GOSH SHE'S CUTE TOO

hyunjin

All for nothing by @hyunfilms (m)

i love this way more than enything else. full stop. this is LIFE!

the guys next door by @jl-micasea-fics (M)

this fic leave me hanging with jaw on the floor because how good is it. I LOVE THE TRIPOD TRIO WITH MY WHOLEEEE HEART.

little white lie by @fizzydrink698

fake dating au. there's supposed to be another chapter because it's a series but not yet, and i hope there will be. because there surely something between the lines i'm just not sure what and which one is right

on tour (hyunjin,felix, reader) by @seospicybin

i just want to scream this is perfection. not a poly fic but something way moree and there's five in total!

° the zone by @cb97percent

- for a god sake how could I somehow miss this IT'S INSANE IT'S ON ANOTHER LEVEL I WANNA READ IT AGAIN FOR THE FIRST TIME FOR REAL. I love the mc dynamic with hyunjin on this masterpiece fr with some Minho (I'm loyal I'm loyal am I )

han

felix

-on tour (Hyunjin, felix) by @seospicybin

PLEASE THIS IS SO FREAKING GOOD I WANNA CRY THE TWIST OH MY. not a poly fic, but it's something more gold!

seungmin

jeongin

My favourite author you should must read

@cb97percent @ballelino @fizzydrink698 @jl-micasea-fics @seospicybin

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hi! i was wondering if you would do a request that i personally feel is adjacent to name/pronoun suggestions, but i understand if youre not up for that! i was looking for some help brainstorming bird based puns for a typing quirk... specifically doves and quails but birds in general work as well! think the cat/dog puns and the mlp brony ones like everypony [i already got everybirdie....] i understand if this is a request you can fulfill but thank you for your time anyway! have a nice day

Yes, absolutely. I could not find much dove/quail-specific puns, but I hope these can help you a little!

Mod Vintage (AC)

General Puns

all the words beginning with "ex-" can be replaced with "eggs-", like

eggsciting: exciting

egging (someone) on: provoking someone

eggcellent: excellent

eggceptional: exceptional

eggspletive: expletive

eggsperimental: experimental

Phrases

the bird flew the coop: someone left

how's your bird?: a slightly suggestive way to ask "how are you?"

a gilded (bird)cage

a little bird told me

bird's eye view

(someone's) goose is cooked

eat crow

etc.

(and more below the cut!)

Puns in Alphabetical Order

adove: above

aves: apex

beak: peak, beat

caw: call

cawght: caught

caws: cause, thus becaws: because

chirp, sing, caw, coo: can be used to replace "said"

coo: coolcood: could

covey, flock, bevy: a group of quails

covey: cove, cozy

crow: row, grow

dule: a group of doves

emusing: amusing

emutional: emotional

feather: weather, whether

flap: tap, rap, snap...

flapping (someone) off: flipping (someone) off

flipping the bird

flight: frightfly: lie, why

flying, flight: to describe moving

goose: whose, who's

hawk: gawk

hawkward: awkward

impeckcable: impeccable

left-wing, right-wing...

lovebirds

lovenest: loveseat

luck: cluck

nest: next

nest: house, dwelling, home

owl: all

owlright: alright

peck, pluck, fluff, duck, flock: can be used as swear words

peep: people, peek

perchase: purchase

perching: sitting

perchtaining: pertaining

pigeon: pidgin

propagander: propaganda

quail: pale, pail, sail, etc.

quailify: qualify

raven: raving

robin: robbing

tweet: beat, fleet...

winging it: to improvise something

wings: things, wins, rings...

Now, some puns from the scientific names of doves and quails:

areni: aren't

columb: column

cryptophaps: crypto... you know, graphy, economy, etc.

galli: gall

gravis: graphic

rupephaps: perhaps

trygonometry: trigonometry

[cutiedwaekki]

maybe art nerd!hyunjin in highschool always had a crush on jock!changbin but he never gave him a chance—then fastforward to college, hyunjin is a painting major and sees changbin has transferred to his college, but that hes gained weight/is an ex-jock now trying to pursue music. suddenly changbin is seeing what he missed out on, and hyunjin’s highschool crush has blossomed (in more ways than one 👀)

PLEASE THAT WILL BE ILLEGAL TO NOT MAKE A FIC OUT IF THIS IDEA

btw thank you for it i really enjoy writing it and i hope you'll enjoy it as much as i did :D

Contain : weight gain , tiny bit of angst , kind of smut at the end but still SFW since it does not mentionned , me being a simp

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He looked like a fool watching him from afar, but he didn't know what else to do. Hyunjin was afraid, afraid to talk to his crush, who was none other than THE high school soccer player, Seo Changbin.

Yet they knew each other from afar; Seungmin was close to one of Changbin's friends, who was none other than Minho, so they'd sometimes exchanged a few banalities, although it never really went beyond greetings or things like "how are your classes going?" or "how's life treating you?

See, the reason they weren't close was that Hyunhin couldn't string two words together without blushing, such a cliché thing. What was even more of a cliché was that Hyunjin wasn't very popular, although behind his thick glasses and acne was a handsome man who didn't give a damn about his looks and devoted his life to just two things: art and Seo Changbin.

It all began when two idiots found it amusing to take hyunjin's glasses and throw them between them so that he couldn't get them back. The poor guy was crying and begging them to stop. Unfortunately, his crying only worsened the situation. But that was without the help of the brunette who, in an authoritative voice, came between them and told them in a tone of voice that would make you shiver. He lectured them at length and made them swear not to do it again. (although he knew that wasn't going to stop them) Hyunjin stood up and picked up his glasses to admire his savior. He could have sworn he blushed the moment he saw him, not knowing what to say without turning as red as a tomato.

Some liked Changbin for his athleticism, others for his muscular physique, but Hyunjin loved him for his personality (although the rest was also unanimous). He liked how, despite his popularity, he kept it simple, how he helped students with math problems, fought student bullies. He was a real superhero that he fell in love with.

And yet it was all one-sided...

He was well aware of this, and liked the relationship just the way it was, allowing him to devote himself to his two passions, ending up with two notebooks full of drawings or drafts of Changbin in various situations. It could be just the brunette at a match, or in a classroom looking out the window. But he imagined things too, like the two of them holding hands, sitting on a bench with a little heart between them, symbolizing their love.

So imagine his reaction when Mr Park decided that Changbin should help him in maths after his result in the last test... Of course, he couldn't have imagined anything better! He was finally going to have a moment alone with his crush! Just the two of them revisiting a subject. Not that he imagined it would end in romance, but let's let the 16-year-old dream...

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He had prepared well for this day, dressed in his best clothes, wore his hair in a different style from his usual bang and even put on a little make-up to make his skin more beautiful. He was only going for a coffee and studying, but he loved the feeling that he could be desirable and that Changbin could find him handsome.

But once at the café, the atmosphere was far less romantic than he'd expected... Their table was already a mixture of large algebra and trigonometry manuals, while the rest of the space was taken up by empty plates piled high, showing that Changbin had already been there a while and had definitely eaten well in his absence.

"Oh, you're here already! Good, then we can get started!" he said with a slight smile as Hyunjin, perplexed, placed his bag on the back of her chair, disappointed that the brunette hadn't paid him any attention for a moment. All he did was give him exercises to do and correct him if need be, while he in the meantime was enjoying an extra slice of triple chocolate cake.

Come to think of it, Changbin really was a big eater. He always saw him nibbling on something or drinking a sweet drink, but that was probably because of all the energy he expended playing soccer or working! And then, when the brunette wasn't paying attention, Hyunjin looked at him out of the corner of his eye. He wished he was that cake, or at least that he looked at it the way he looked at that slice of cake. It must have been his third or fourth slice, judging by the plates on the table and the fact of imagining he'd eaten so much, Hyunjin felt a little tingling in his crotch, which he hastily hid with a shy hand. In the end, he was grateful that Changbin wasn't really paying attention to him.

In the end, after about twenty exercises and nothing morr, Changbin received a call from his coach asking him to come back urgently. Except he'd left in such a hurry that he forgot to settle the bill .... Fortunately, Hyunjin loved him dearly, for although love was priceless, his wallet had its limits...

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- "And he let you pay like that? What an asshole, I knew he was a real asshole!" cried the tallest's best friend. Seungmin was the exact opposite of Hyunjin. He was very open and spoke his mind without a problem, which made everyone hate him but also fear him and his sarcastic remarks that had a way of stinging where it hurt.

-"Shut up" Hyunjin then placed his hand over his mouth to prevent Seungmin from uttering any more words, leaving the puppy like to shout incomprehensible things for Hyunjin to release him. Then he came to bite him gently on the hand, causing the oldest to scream dramatically and hold his hand in pain while his best friend laughed his head off. "Don't shout so loudly he can hear you", he said, earning a nudge from his friend before they both noticed a troop gathering in the distance. Curiosity may have killed a cat, but what were they going to lose by listening to some gossip?

If only Seungmin had known beforehand, he would have saved Hyunjin a lot of trouble .... You see, it wasn't gossip but a sad truth that touched many students. The school jock Seo Changbin, a student loved and admired by all, had received a scholarship to study in the United States, leaving a great void in the school, which seemed to live thanks to him.

Of course, some people didn't care, like Seungmin, who seemed to appreciate him, but all his fans and even friends seemed surprised by the news. The worst was Hyunjin, who didn't know what to say. He wasn't going to be happy about his first one-sided love, was he? His first platonic love? His first love? His first love ....

Oh yes, he cried for him, sad that he'd missed his chance, sad that they could have gotten to know each other better, but especially sad that he'd never see him again...

... At least that's what he thinks ...

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By the way, what had become of Changbin? The former sportsman who had gone to live in the United States on a scholarship? Well, without knowing it, things had taken a different turn for him.

The poor man had accepted a poisoned gift, thinking that everything would be just fine over there, that sport would be his number one passion and that nothing would stop him.

However, within the first week he realized a major problem he hadn't thought of: the language barrier. Sure, he'd had English lessons in middle school and high school, but was that enough for him to face an English-speaking country on his own? Unfortunately, in his new school he was regarded more as a curious beast than a student. After the first week he soon felt lonely, and discovered that his old friends from Korea were really only there for his popularity. Poor Changbin didn't know what else to do with his free time.

But remember what I said earlier, Changbin has a big appetite, and what better thing to do in a country like the USA than try out all the different foods and fast-food outlets that weren't available in Korea? After all, he was also practicing his English by ordering, so he justified ordering half of the dishes offered simply to improve his pronunciation. Well, the conclusion after a year there was clear and unambiguous. When he set foot in Incheon airport, his parents were surprised to see how much the USA had changed their son.

For one thing, he had now given up soccer to devote himself to his new passion: music. He confided in them that for several months he had been talking to two music students in Korea and that they were planning to form a three-man crew where they would write and produce music. Admittedly, it's not the most prolific career, especially if it's underground, but Changbin's parents only wanted him to be happy, and the fact that it's all he talks about day and night by message or phone call could only put a smile on their faces to see that their son had rediscovered the joy of living after his bad start abroad.

And the second surprising element was much more visible. A year earlier when he leave them, he'd been wearing a baggy black T-shirt and skinny jeans that highlighted his muscular frame, but now the T-shirt barely covered his midsection, and although he was wearing sweatpants, it was easy to see that those old skinny jeans no longer went over his thighs, which were now even thicker than before!

So conclusion: in one year he'd given up his dream of becoming a pro soccer player to become a music producer and had put on weight, a lot of weight... but hey, he felt much better this way, so what were his parents going to say? Nothing, of course, they were used to him being a big eater, it just didn't show in the daily exercise he did. Now that his only physical activity was going to the nearest grocery store to buy his favorite snacks, no wonder he'd become so chubby.

Moreover, when he met Chan and Jisung for the first time, both of them had adopted him as their new friend/member of their crew and for the first time in years, he felt loved but above all in tune with what he was doing. Now all he needed was to be transferred to a college where he could take courses and officially become a producer. He'd chosen a college on the spur of the moment, taking the same one as his friends so they wouldn't be separated, otherwise it wouldn't be as much fun.

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But back to the present moment. Hyunjin finished painting his canvas, it was six fifteen and he was starting to get hungry after painting non-stop for over two hours and his stomach kept begging him for ramyeon from the local seven eleven so for once he listened, took off his apron, grabbed his keys and headed out of his apartment straight for the corner supermarket. Once there, he headed for the aisle where all the local ramyeon were laid out, and just as he reached for one of the spicy beef-flavoured boxes, another hand on the other side grabbed the same box, and they both turned to look at each other before Hyunjin almost jumped when he recognized that familiar, they both changed thier faces.

That triangular jaw, now round like an animal pecking at food, that big nose, those small, tiny eyes, that curly hair hidden under a cap. Yes, it was him, his first love.

-"Wow! Hyunjin, it's been ages! Do you remember me? We were in high school together" exclaimed the brunette with the same playful air that animated the youngest's memories. Even after all these years, seeing him like this again made his heart leap out of his chest. But he was no longer that shy high-school kid who blush every time he talked to his crush! He wanted to show that he had changed too! "Yes, I remember! Seo Changbin, the high school jock! "he exclaimed, smiling, before finally detailing the brunette from top to bottom, almost choking on his saliva.

Let's just say that seeing how fat the high-school jock had become and didn't seem to hide it made Hyunjin blush and think he'd done something wrong, but Changbin didn't seem to mind, after all he was too busy staring at the young man in front of him. After all, he was also surprised to see how the shy, bespectacled, acne-faced high-schooler had changed. He was handsome, effortlessly elegant and the brunette's heart almost missed a beat.

-"We've got so much to talk about! Come on, I'll buy you something to eat" declared Hyunjin as he grabbed his Ramyeon, followed by the brunette who did the same, not forgetting to take some other snacks to satisfy his "little" hunger.

They then sat down in a corner to prepare their bowl of ramyeon and enjoy their meal with a view over the campus as the sun began to set. Of course, in high school they hadn't been close and hadn't talked much, but now, five years later, they were reminiscing about the good old days and telling each other what they'd become. "So you study here too? No way, we'll be seeing a lot of each other then," said the tallest, nudging the oldest, who chuckled. Who knows how long they'd been talking... 2 hours? Maybe 3? But in the end, it was as if they were old friends ! Hyunjin had even ended up saying "See you tomorrow, handsome boy", with Changbin retorting "See you later pretty boy", followed by a wink. By the time they got home, both were blushing as they realized how strange their last sentence sounded, but that didn't stop the flirtation between them from taking root.

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-Hyung, are you coming? There's an art show."

- "Binnie hyung are you coming to eat? I saw a restaurant nearby that you absolutely must try".

- "Hyung let me draw you!"

- "Hyung eat this you're all pale"

This was the kind of phrase Changbin heard from Hyunjun on a daily basis and didn't want it to stop for anything.

-Hyunjin wait for me! You're taking too big a step".

- "Not so fast Jinnie, I've only just finished eating and I'm too full to walk!

- "Paint me like one of your French girls Jinnieee ~"

- "Jinnie look what I've done!"

- "I wrote this, can I sing it to you?"

These were the words Hyunjin heard from Changbin. These simple words sometimes destabilized him, but the more the days went by, the more he realized that his crush on Changbin had intensified with time, and that now he could say it frankly: he was in love with him. He loved everything about him, his way of being, his laugh, his smile, his curly hair, his humor. But what he also loved more than he let on was his body, every curve of which made him shudder. His wide hips that stood out no matter what he wore, his fat, thick legs that took up all the space when he sat down, his plump belly that peeked out of his tops and rested on his thighs, his breasts that recently resembled those of a woman.

He didn't know what turned him on so much, the fact that he'd put on so much weight since high school, was it that he was eating so much in front of him or that he was unselfconsciously pushing Changbin to eat more and more? The fact was that he was very attracted to him and, given the numerous sketches he'd made of his plump body in any position, it wasn't going to stop.

But what did Changbin think of all this? Well, in high school he knew that Hyunjin was in love with him, and it was obvious enough that everyone at school knew about it. But he blamed himself, he blamed himself for not having given a chance to that nerd in high school with whom he now spent his days, but on the other hand he was happy that he could now make up for that time. He loved the connection between them, the way they acted like a coupke without actually being one. The way Hyunjin put a lock of hair back behind his ear when he complimented him. His petillant eyes showed her one of his paints, his dramatic side. Let's face it, he was in love with him too.

At this point, nothing was going to separate these two souls, so when were they going to confess? One day. Or rather one night, one night when Hyunjin was behind on his homework because he'd run out of inspiration, one night when Changbin came at his home with snacks to spend time with him.

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-This is the first time I've seen you lack inspiration! What do you have to paint?" Asked the brunette slumped on the sofa with her mouth covered in icing.

Hyunjin then began to blush before looking away, shy of saying aloud the subject her class was dealing with. "Well ... um ... it's rather embarrassing to say but ... I have to draw a body ... naked" he said, ticking off his fingers as Changbin almost choked on his own saliva.

-I understand better why there are so many art students" joked the brunette, lightening the mood, before a soudian idea popped into his head: "If you need a model, I can volunteer. That is, if you want me to.

Hyunjin raised his head and locked eyes with the brunette, surprised by what he'd just said. Was he really proposing to pose nude for him? How could he keep quiet? He was both excited and embarrassed by the idea, but barely had time to accept when Changbin returned a few minutes later wearing one of his bathrobes that he couldn't even close, anyway it was only for a short while since the important thing was that he was completely naked.

-W-When you're ready, let me know" declared the youngest, his head turned away to give Changbin as much privacy as possible until he was comfortable.

-I-I am! Replied the brunette before dropping the bathrobe to the floor and positioning herself a few feet away from Hyunjin, waiting for him to order her to do something.

So the youngest slowly turned his head before detailing the brunette in order to think of the best pose he could do that would highlight his curves. In theory, at least, that's what he was doing, because in reality, he was just ogling him and realizing how fat the oldest was, so fat that his belly hung lightly over his thighs, hiding part of her intimacy. He then saw that his pale body was covered with pink stretch marks, accentuating his gain and further arousing the painter.

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So for the next few minutes, Hyunjin gave some poses that Changbin had to do, but nothing came of it, according to the painter, who, after taking a good look at the brunette from top to bottom, asked him to strike a new pose.

-Hey, I'm posing so you can paint, not to ogle me" declared Changbin after catching the youngest in the act of admiring his ass. "I-I don't know what you're talking about! denounced the painter, wearing a false look of shock. "If i'm that much exciting, say it it'll be quicker for both of us".

- "Faster for what?" he asked intrusively.

- "You want to play it that way? Isn't that explicit enough?"

-No, I really don't see it.

- "Two men obviously very attracted to each other, one naked and the other ogling ... is that explicit enough?!"

Suddnely Hyunjin's heart missed another beat, he thought he'd heard wrong.

- "W-What... are you attracted to me?" he said in shock

-More than that, I love you, but that's not the point," changbin confided, cheeks flushed as he crossed his arms to look away.

- "If that's what it's all about" declared Hyunjin in turn, before rising from his seat and walking towards the oldest without even bothering that he was naked.

He approached until only a few centimeters remained between them, their faces close together, Hyunjin felt changbin's soft breath against his neck before adding "I've been dreaming of this for years" before taking the brunette's face before anchoring his gaze in hers "so what are you waiting for? I'm getting cold" Changbin begged, before the tallest took action and lifted her between them for a gentle kiss. And then followed another tender kiss. And then another heated one. Then another more passionate. Then Changbin was not the only one without clothes...

It would be better not to describe what happened next, that was reserved only for them, that memorable souvenir of their love, of their bodies straddling each other. Now they were united and nothing was going to separate them.

Just goes to show, even the most clichéd stories have a happy ending.

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- "You should display this painting in your home"

- "Me too but I prefer to keep the model with me it is even better

[amatchinwater]

Pairing: Briles

Warnings: mentions of past stalking, Donovan is an idiot

Ao3 Masterlist

Devenford Academy

Ch 2: Pack- Synonymous with Family

Ch 1

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By some miracle, Stiles didn’t get lost on his way to class. His first lesson was Magic-301. It took him and his teacher all of a five minute introduction to realize he’s a lot smarter than this. A big thanks to his mother’s journals. Unfortunately, Devenford doesn’t offer higher level lessons, so they swapped it out for a free period. Stiles being able to sleep in is definitely a plus in his book.

His astronomy class was pretty cool. Stiles is very excited to learn how to read and map the stars. It’s fascinating to him. He had really hoped he wouldn’t have to sit through mundane classes like math. But Stiles walked into his trigonometry class just the same. It can help with complex spells and even the occasional potion, so the teacher said. The spark would’ve preferred being back in Harris’ class. He’s never been all that good at math. Or science.

Though his stomach is rumbling viciously, the spark opts for a bag of chips and an apple. Also not all that ready to meet the pack officially, Stiles heads out the front doors. Sitting on the edge of the dragon fountain to read. Someone let a bunch of knots get tangled in his stomach when Stiles thinks too much about his predicament. Or about the pack.

It’s quite annoying. He hasn’t been riddled with nerves this bad in a long time. The sick to his stomach feeling when his father passed was different. That was a harrowing, the world is ending, I’m not even eighteen and on my own type of anxiety. Stiles is half tempted to find a spell to help him get a grip. But Stiles knows better than that. Even for someone with experience, spells dealing with emotions are very finicky. Stiles would sooner devoid himself of all emotion by pure accident than actually help his anxiety.

The hairs on the back of his neck stand to attention after levitating his trash into the garbage. Stiles closes his bestiary textbook and looks around. Nothing sticks out, so he fiddles with his bag to seem occupied. He’s not a fool. Bushes rustle on his right.

There’s no wind.

“I know you’re there,” the spark sighs. He doesn’t know who, but there’s definitely someone lurking. When no one answers or makes themselves known, Stiles raises his hand, dragging the person through the air with his magic. The dark haired boy in the same green jacket as Stiles jerks towards him, hovering in the air. 

So he’s a student too at least.

The spark gets up, dangling the boy over the fountain. “Who are you and why are you watching me?” Stiles wiggles his fingers with a smirk, “I’d answer quickly.”

“You must be Stiles,” he laughs nervously, “I’ve heard so much about you,” the guy says. “Could you maybe put me down and we can talk?”

“Yeah, that’s not what I asked,” the spark says, “but sure, I’ll put you down.”

“W-w-wait, no-” the guy yelps.

“Stiles, wait!” An unfamiliar voice behind him yells.

He stops the stranger mid-fall, his butt dangerously close to the water. “Seriously?” Stiles groans, turning around to find Brett jogging towards them. “What?”

“That’s Donovan.” The Alpha’s eyes flash red, raising both hands in defense. Stiles’ must be glowing purple if that’s the wolf’s reaction. “He’s my Beta.”

“Is that meant to matter to me?” The spark snaps, “he was watching me from the bushes!”

Brett breathes out a laugh, dropping his hands, “I never said he was smart. Please, would you put him down?” The wolf nods his head to the side, “maybe not in the fountain?”

Stiles rolls his eyes and with a flick of his wrist, Donovan hits the grass with a thud and a groan. “Beta or not, I don’t take kindly to people stalking me.” Flashes of his ex-girlfriend Malia dance in his brain. The spark won’t go through that again. “Next time there won’t be a warning.”

“I’m sorry,” the Beta stands up, brushing himself off. “I didn’t mean to be a creep.”

“What the fuck else did you expect?” Brett turns to his packmate, towering over him. “Were you thinking at all?”

Donovan ducks his head, “I’m sorry. I know he’s close with Isaac and knows Liam. But I promise I was just thinking of the pack. I wanted to see what kind of person he was by himself. If he’s going to be in the pack, we should know who he is.”

“Hang on-”

Brett cuts him off, “if you have suspicions, you bring them to me. Kind of my job, in case you forgot.” He may not be a wolf, but Stiles can recognize Alpha tone when he hears it. He wishes it wasn’t hot. “And whether or not he joins the pack is entirely up to Stiles,” Brett adds.

“I’m sorry, Stiles,” Donovan repeats himself, looking genuinely apologetic. “I really didn’t mean to scare you, just find out who you are.”

Stiles sighs, “it’s okay. I’ve just been stalked before. So I’ve learned to keep a better eye on my surroundings.” The bell rings, ending the lunch period. The spark collects his things to leave. “But Donovan,” he turns back towards the pair.

“Yeah?” The Beta looks torn between being afraid and hopeful.

“I haven’t decided about being in the pack or not,” he starts. Stiles just got here. Though being permanently aligned with Isaac and Liam is a major incentive. He wants to think first. And meet the others properly. “But next time you want to figure out who I am, just ask. Make it easy on all of us, ‘kay?”

Donovan beams, nodding, “you got it!”

He turns to leave, hearing Brett say, “I’ll deal with you later.”

“Yes, Alpha,” the Beta whispers.

A shiver forces itself down Stiles’ spine as he heads to his next class.

—

The universe or something really enjoys playing games with Stiles. There’s just simply no other viable explanation. Brett is not in just a couple of Stiles’ classes, Liam. The Alpha is in all three classes after lunch.

Luckily, health class, his hour immediately following lunch was almost full by the time Stiles made it there. With only a handful of open seats left, the spark sat at the one in the middle. Brett walked in not thirty seconds after, a devilish grin on his face when he sees the spark. The Alpha sat directly behind him, not saying anything but Stiles could feel his gaze the whole class.

Stiles has never run out of a classroom once dismissed so quickly in his life. Not even after leaving Harris’ class was the spark that hasty. If his old chemistry teacher saw eagerness to leave, he’d gladly keep you until the next bell.

Continuing his streak of luck, his next to last class of the day, Isaac was waiting for Stiles with an open seat as promised when they went over his schedule. The desk was near the window, so no chance of someone- Brett- sitting next to him. The Alpha was stuck in front of his Beta. It’s still close to the spark, but far enough away that if the wolf tried to watch him during class, the teacher would know and he’d get in trouble.

The spark isn’t trying to be rude either. But every time the Alpha has laid eyes on him, Stiles suddenly feels like prey. That Brett is the big bad wolf ready to gobble him up on the way to Grandma’s house. It’s also the fact that when the wolf had to use his authoritative voice, the spark’s knees wanted to buckle. It was unnecessarily hot. Honestly. Maybe Stiles should take a trip to the guidance counselor’s office. Shrink his head back down to size.

Because as undeniably attractive Brett is, he’s also intimidating as all hell. The way that just a simple alteration of his voice makes others fall in line. The general aura of authority his shoulders carry. His confidence. How the scarlet color of his eyes fit him so fucking well. It’s insane.

And yet, despite all of it, the spark is still attracted to him.

They interacted properly once! One time! If one could even consider Brett asking Stiles not to drown his Beta proper.

He’s in way over his head, Stiles is sure of it.

Best to avoid the flirty Alpha as much as possible. At least until the spark gets used to Brett’s presence and isn’t as affected by simple words. Or looks. 

“Thinking about me, Gorgeous,” the Alpha comes up behind the spark, brushing their arms together.

Stiles hopes the wolf doesn’t notice the goosebumps he caused. “No,” the spark says, pointedly looking ahead.

Brett chuckles, a lazy smirk plastered to his lips, “you don’t have to lie to me, Stiles.”

Had he mentioned how much he hates- loves- the wolf saying his name? All husky and melodious sounding. It’s infuriating. “I’m not lying,” Stiles hugs the bestiary to his chest as if it’d protect him. Wildly surprising, it does literally nothing but give the spark a small semblance of security.

Placebos and denial are powerful things.

“Oh, Stiles,” the wolf leans his head back with a breathless laugh. The spark does not look at that beautifully tan column, no siree. “Do you know nothing about werewolves?” Brett leans in with a grin, like sharing a secret, “or does Isaac just not call you out on your bullshit?” The spark sputters, torn between wanting to laugh or rebuke the accusation some more. “That’s what I thought,” the Alpha wraps his arm around his shoulder.

“Don’t you have something better to do than bother me?” Stiles asks, hoping to change the subject and put the wolf in the hot seat instead. “Like, I don’t know, going to your own class?” Gods willing, it will be far away from the spark.

Brett taps the book still snuggly tucked to Stiles’ chest, “I am.”

Please no.

Someone be looking out for the spark. Anyone, honestly. There’s just no fucking way that the wolf is in all of his afternoon classes. He refuses to believe that. Not even the universe can be that cruel. It can’t be.

But the Alpha raises the same exact textbook in the hand not wrapped around him. Which, why is Stiles still allowing it to be there? Because he’s lying, right. “Looks like we have another class together. Lucky me,” Brett winks at him as they avoid more people to turn the corner.

More like people avoid running into them.

“Why,” Stiles snorts, unable to stop the words, “so you can stroke something else for me under the desk?” He regrets it the second they leave his mouth.

Brett’s voice is right in his ear, “if you’re into that sort of thing, Gorgeous.” He swears he feels the Alpha’s lips bump against his earlobe, “and only if you ask me really nicely.”

The spark shivers despite himself. Stiles really needs to have a nice long talk with his filter. Because there was zero thought process behind that statement. The words just spilled out of their own accord. It’s quite irritating how much his mouth gets him into trouble without his brain’s permission.

Stiles blissfully ignores what just happened, walking into the classroom. Hopefully he can escape the Alpha.

He should stop being surprised at this point.

Or hopeful.

“Ah, you must be Mr. Stilinski,” the teacher behind the desk says. “I’m Mr. Argent,” the man says, “have you been finding your way around Devenford okay?”

“Stiles, and yeah-”

Brett cuts him off again, arm returning around the spark’s shoulder, “Isaac and I have been helping him around.”

That seems to placate the teacher. A smile grows on the man’s face, crinkling around his blue eyes, “glad to see you’re in capable hands, Stiles. Please, take a seat.”

“Come on,” the Alpha guides him through the classroom. “You can sit with me,” Brett says, arm never leaving until they’re actually seated. Stiles doesn’t miss the way the blonde-haired girl moves to a different table so they can sit together. 

—

When the final bell rings, Stiles runs out of the classroom before the wolf can get any ideas. Brett kept his hands to himself, thankfully. The spark just really doesn’t think he can handle much more today. Or the next week for that matter. And what the hell was that about the girl just giving up her seat for him?

It’s like Brett is king shit around here or something.

All the more reason for Stiles to stay away. He doesn’t want or need that kind of attention.

He somehow manages to eat dinner in peace and quiet. Probably because he ate in solitude again. No Donovan snooping around in the bushes. No Isaac ensuring the spark that he’s not alone. But above all, no Brett and his sexy looks and flirtatious comments. 

It was quite boring, but mostly nice.

Gave the spark a moment to breathe.

Until he goes back to the room for the night.

Isaac is lounging on his bed with the blonde girl that moved seats. They’re laughing over something Liam and a dark-skinned boy are arguing about on the floor. Donovan is laying sideways on their armchair, offering a meek smile when he sees the spark. But sitting on Stiles’ bed is fucking Brett.

How is this his life?

Why is this his life?

The Alpha was kind enough to take his shoes off at least. Though that means very little to the spark seeing as Brett is practically hugging his pillow. “Hey, Stiles,” the wolf says in a sultry tone, a devilish smirk on his lips.

The spark’s brain forgets how to operate. Seeing Brett on his bed, like he was waiting for him to get back. And then sounding like that. It makes Stiles swallow with an audible click. 

He waves at the Alpha for the sake of being polite. The spark’s gaze however, is on his best friend that hasn’t noticed him yet. “Uh, Is?”

The wolf startles out of his laugh, “shit, Stiles, hey.”

“What’s going on, buddy?” The spark can’t hide the sarcasm if he wanted to.

“Sorry,” Isaac sits up, “we couldn’t find you at dinner. I was going to introduce everyone then. But since you weren’t around and they were coming over tonight anyway, I figured meeting in the comfort of your own room would be okay.”

His best friend did mention that the pack was giving him a day to adjust. It’s been a day. Stiles really should’ve expected this after hiding during dinner. The spark just wanted to hide from Brett.

Can’t do that with the Alpha on his bed.

“I won’t bite,” Brett says, putting his pillow down to sit up against the spark’s headboard instead. Patting the space beside him, the ‘unless you want me to’ may not be said out loud, but it’s obvious in his smirk.

If it wasn’t Stiles’ own fucking bed, he would sit on the floor. Only that the spark is a stubborn bitch to his very core. So he drops his bag by his nightstand and plops himself next to the Alpha. Kicking his shoes off, Stiles bends one of his legs. He wishes he’d shown up first, he could’ve changed. The spark at least takes his uniform jacket off.

“Actually, no,” Stiles gets off his bed, “I can’t be in this uniform any longer.” That earns him a snicker from everyone. The pack got to get in comfy clothes, he should be allowed to as well. He quickly grabs some pajamas and runs into their bathroom. Changed and much more at ease, Stiles drops the dirty clothes in the hamper and rejoins the Alpha. “Sorry, guys.”

“You’re fine,” Brett says, propping his arm on the spark’s bent knee. The touch instantly warms and calms him despite every other time. The spark doesn’t want to think about what that means. Not at all. “You already met Donovan.”

“Who’s still really sorry, by the way,” the Beta winces through a smile. “I hope you’re not still pissed about that.”

Stiles is still a little weary, but he knows that it ultimately came from a good place. “Just don’t do it again and we’re good.”

“No problem.”

“Sorry,” Isaac points between them, “what have I missed?”

“Donovan was keeping tabs on Stiles,” Brett explains. “From the bushes.”

The girl on the bed groans, “dude!”

Isaac rubs his face, “what the hell, bro?”

“It’s fine. I handled it,” the spark cuts in before the wolf can lose his mind. He knows all about Malia and probably quickly realized how well the situation with his packmated turned out. “So did Brett,” Stiles adds.

The hand on his shin squeezes lightly, “I’ve got you.” Surely the others heard even though it was whispered to him. But the others act as if they haven’t heard a thing. “That’s Mason,” he points to the dark-skinned boy next to Liam. “He’s a spark.” He knows that already, but it’s nice to finally put a face to the name.

“It’s nice to meet another spark,” Mason waves at him.

“For sure,” Stiles agrees. “Maybe we can teach each other a thing or two.”

The other spark snickers, “probably more you than me. From what I hear, you’re brilliant.”

“Yes, I talk about my best friend, deal with it,” Isaac says at the look Stiles shot at him.

“I’m Lori,” the girl pipes up before the Alpha can.

“My sister,” Brett grumbles, patting his leg. To remind Stiles he’s there and that the spark is allowing the touching again or he’s restless? Looking between the two, he can see the similarities. Makes sense now why she was willing to give up her seat for him.

The she-wolf smiles at him, “if it makes you feel any better, Isaac isn’t the only one. I’ve heard plenty about you. I feel like I know you already.”

“Lori,” Brett growls in warning.

She laughs, “what? Someone needs to knock you down a peg or two.”

“I like you,” Stiles tells her with a grin, overjoyed at the fact that Brett finally seems embarrassed for once.

Things calm down after that. Everyone is talking and getting along. Brett’s hand never leaves some part of him, constant contact that the spark kind of doesn’t mind. It’s actually really nice to be around the pack. Stiles might even be able to get used to it.

[er-cryptid]

[dukeoftheblackstar]

15 Questions

Thank you ♥ @littlemissmanga

Were you named after anyone?

I don't believe so. But my supposed name has been used by a cousin born a year earlier than me.

When was the last time you cried?

Over @littlemissmanga's fic. Still not over it.

Do you have kids?

Would love some. But no.

Do you use sarcasm?

Only between my waking hours. Sunday to Saturday.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Voices. I'm drawn to voices. Hair. I don't know what it is but if you puff it enough like some fine gentleman or slick it back down, I'm yours. But if it's long, curly, and wild, please marry me.

What’s your eye color?

I am a brown-eyed girl.

Scary movies or happy endings?

Scary movies psychological movies, I dig. Scary jumpscare movies no. Scary gore moves no. Picky on Zombie movies. Happy ending, yes but I like movies that end with questions or that aren't borderline happy. I want me some Gone Girl bullshit.

Any special talents?

Patience off work, I suppose. I cannot, for the life of me ever yell at someone, reprimand someone to a point of making sure they don't do it, or scold somebody. All I can do is like "Please don't do that"; and if they continue to do so, I'll just sigh and quietly prepare a medkit or some shit that would be needed for what may happen. I can't even step on a bug without contemplating too long. Oversharing but I withstood six years of coming from to an ex who brought girls and I just pathetically, calmly, made breakfast for them and left.

Where were you born?

Philippines, Asia.

What are your hobbies?

Reading, writing, napping, daydreaming, accounting funds and tallying expense sheets until they align; puzzles, handwriting and doodling.

Have any pets?

A have a very polite, chaotic king in my kingdom.

What sports do/ have you played?

I physically cannot for I will die. Heart, blah blah.

How tall are you?

4'9".

Favorite subject at school?

English, literature, history and trigonometry.

Dream job?

Trainer for some desk job. I love managing people to train. Though my current work is similar to it, I'm not overly focused on people development.

Tagging @wandofwillow @rosenundraben @notthestarwar @amorfista @pickleprickle @botherbother-blog @hinderr @idontgetanysleep @sinisterexaggerator ♥

[mathswithnarendrasir]

Class-8 Mahtematics Chapter-2 Exercise -2.2 | NCERT Solution #mathematics

[reimagining-twilight]

Chapter One First Sight Part Two -Jasper

See end for notes-

WARNINGS: harsh glaring.

The lunch bell rings, freeing me from the purgatory of the cramped Trigonometry classroom. Of course the scent of humans is still prominent in the air but sitting next to my adoptive siblings helps.

Lunch is the best part of my day, where I can talk freely with my siblings out of human earshot and since this table has been unofficially reserved by us, it’s  nearly free of human scent. I revel in the semi-fresh air.

Today the student population of Forks Highschool is abuzz with the arrival of a new student, the Police Chief’s daughter, Isabella. The male student population is in love with her and the girls that don’t  want to be her new best friend hate her already. I don’t really bother myself with human affairs. I prefer to watch from a distance,  besides, I don’t have time today. It has been two weeks since our last hunt and I’m too busy trying not to eat them to listen to their gossip. What’s another moody teenager to me anyway.

I think, out of all my odd family, save for maybe Carlisle, I pay attention to humans the most. There is the fact of my ever omnipresent thirst, but then there's my curiosity. Esme always tells me that it helps to think of them as people, as opposed to food, so I observe them, learn about them. it’s funny, I know each of their habits and schedules but hardly any of their names. As the years go by I find it increasingly hard to believe I was ever one myself, even though I know I was. It’s kind of existential really, like trying to remember your past life, which I guess is exactly what it’s .

I hear all the humans whispering about the girl in Biology, when they think she can’t  hear. She hears more than they think, a good deal more.

Apparently, Isabella came from Phoenix, Arizona, where she lived with her mother, the chief’s ex-wife. it’s  a place I myself am only vaguely familiar with from my time with Maria, but, I know that much like Texas,  it’s  a dry desert-like place. About as different from Forks as you can get, where the air is warm, the earth is brown and dry and spiky cacti grow in place of mossy trees. A place where you can see the sun in the wide open sky. I wonder if she misses it. I know I do. I look sorrowfully out the fog-obscured window.

I bury my face in my book again. Emmet leans close and whispers theatrically, “The new girl’s  about to get all the gossip about the Cullens.”

I inhale sharply, regretting the intake of breath immediately.  “Emmet, I cannot stress to you enough how much I do not care.” It's hard enough trying not to kill them, I want to add. Besides, I’d heard all the rumors before. But I have to admit I’m a little bit curious how this new girl will react. So keeping my face in my book, I listen.

The humans are all talking over one another when a new voice enters, one I don’t  recognise. A girl, who must be the new student. When I focus in on her emotions the anxiety nealry knocks me flat. This girl is wound so tight I’m suprised she can breath.

“Hey, Niki!” the new girl says. Then girl I presume is Niki looks surprised at the girl's sudden entry into the conversation. “Yeah?” She answered.

“Who are they?” Isabella asks, the only student who doesn’t know our story yet. Her emotions aren’t judgmental, merely curious.

“Well, they’re Dr. & Mrs. Cullen’s kids. Mrs. Cullen is the orchestra teacher. They kinda keep to themselves. The red head is Edward. He’s absolutely gorgeous, but he’s with the little one, Alice.” the same girl, Niki, answered. I don’t  need my gift to read the jealousy in her tone.

Isabella hesitates, curiosity increasing slightly. “Are they all Cullens? They don’t look related?” And here comes the gossip.

“Oh, no, some of them are foster kids. Dr. Cullen and his wife are in their late thirties or something, but they adopted because Mrs. Cullen can’t have kids anymore or something. Those two, Rosalie and Jasper, are actually Cullens, but they have Mrs.Cullen’s maiden name for some reason. The rest are adopted,” Niki whispers, as if we can’t  hear her, but she doesn’t know that and points to Rose and me.

“She’s pretty, he's . . .” She pauses looking for a word, physcotic, I think, deranged, crazy.

Humans usually don’t  notice me. I keep to myself, fading into the background, using my gift to divert attention when necessary, but still they are bound to notice something is off about they way I noticeably tense up when anyone but my siblings walk by. So at the beginning of the year Carlisle had informed the school of my quote ‘anxiety disorder’ unquote.

Shivering lightly she finally settles for “weird.” Unlike Isabella she makes her judgment clear in her words and emotions. And then there is the small, nagging fear of us in the back or her brain, so small she probably doesn’t even notice. But she’d never, no matter how hard she crushes on Edward, want to sit with us, or even really get close to us.

Like the majority of Forks High, Niki shared an infatuation with Edward Cullen. She takes a Moment to lustfully admire my younger brother. All the lust for Edward makes me sick. Not to say I don’t  see why people find him attractive. He isn’t ugly, but to me or anyone but Alice really, he’s just a whiny dramatic emo. Niki continued, “and the big one is Emmet. He’s with, Rosalie like with with. They’re like a thing. They’re all dating even though they live together. I’m not even sure that’s legal.”

I agree with the weird part at least. I understand how happy they make each other. And bringing their relationship to school is legal since we’re not actually related. But really?

“Niki, they’re not actually related,” a shy girl I remembered from Biology reminded her gently.

“Well legally . . . Whatever, it’s weird. Dr. Cullen is like this foster dad slash matchmaker” Niki says. I nearly roll my eyes but keep my face neutral.

A few other girls add their two cents worth before Niki concludes that we are all patients of our fathers plastic surgery practice. She is kind of right in a twisted way.

The new girl feels curiosity and something else, an emotion I haven’t felt from a human in a while. Sympathy and empathy radiate from Isabella Swan, and I nearly look up. Nobody ever feels sympathy for us— jealousy, infatuation, curiosity, dislike, even pity maybe, but never sympathy.

Unlike Niki, Isabella is calm, level headed, and feels no lust for my younger brother, only curiosity and sympathy for our family. She is almost welcoming toward us, the freaks.

Despite the anxiety Isabella’s emotions are calm in the storm. She feels sympathy for  five strangers. She is the most humane of all the humans in the room and it astounds me. Isabella doesn’t pity us, she empathises with us. Suddenly something deeply disturbing occurs to me. How can a girl so kindly and agreeable know the feelings she must have thought we experienced? The deep loneliness of social rejection. What can make people say things about her behind her back?

The more I wonder the more disturbed I get. For a Moment I have this weird feeling of wanting to comfort her, the way another human can.

“Well I think that it’s nice of Mr & Mrs. Cullen to take care of all the kids, when they’re so young. Have they always lived here?” she says quietly, adding the question gently at the end.

“No, they moved here from up north somewhere … Alaska I think about 2 years ago.” Niki answered with our cover story. it’s  the closest thing to truth about us. We had lived with our ‘cousins’ another ‘vegetarian’ coven like ours, called the Denali coven, but the large group began to attract too much unwanted attention so we’d been forced to leave.

I glance up just as Isabella turns to look at  Rosalie, who glowers at her. Not that Rose would ever admit it but she is jealous of the attention. Emmet pulls Rose in for a long kiss and Isabella looks away. I don’t  blame her. Then her eyes fell on me.

She studies me and I can feel the weight of her gaze, still not judging, not infatuated, just curious, analytical almost. I would be lying if I say I’m ugly. Of course I don’t find myself particularly attractive either, with all my scars, and whatnot, but I have he standard vampiric ‘beauty’ if you can call it that. I’m tall, six-three actually, with blond hair, and I’d even had greenish-blue eyes in my human life.

At the beginning of the year I had no shortage of female and a few male admirers. I guess they mistook my isolation for shyness which they’d found cute.  My, how wrong they are. If only they could see the scars. I bet they wouldn’t find me so pretty then

One or two girls did come talk to me and I deeply admired their bravery. For them to ignore the nagging fear, I owed them at least kindness. So unlike my brother’s haughty rejections, I’d let them down gently using my gift to remove their interest. There were others, but soon they realised that I’m not looking for anyone and they lost interest.

She is still looking at me and I keep my eyes firmly on the book, still on the same page. I can read and listen at the same time but I’ve been devoting all my attention to the humans’ conversation.

Finally keeping a neutral expression, I look back at her and she seems surprised. There is no fear in her eyes, only embarrassment as a deep blush spreads across her face. She is truly very pretty, extremely fair skinned like us. She reminds me of Esme. Her face is angular, yet gentle, with a kind of elegance to it. She has big deep brown eyes, the kind that bore into your soul, and long dark brown hair, nearly to her waist. Her left wrist is in a brace that she kepps fidgeting with. she wears a neat blouse with jeans and rain boots. Satisfied, I went back to my book.

It's all in all a good day so far. I haven’t slipped and the new student doesn't seem to see anything off about us. So far, so good, until Isabella shifts in her seat and the heater blows her scent toward our table.

I hadn’t noticed her scent in biology because it’s  only my second class and I’m still adjusting to the overload of human scents all around me. She blended right in with the other 24 delicious smelling humans.

I tensed immediately, the venom welling in my mouth. Due to the lack of human scent at our table, I hadn’t been holding my breath and the scent slams into me with the force of a bomb. I’m completely unprepared! The scent is amazing, warm cinnamon with a hint of . . . strawberry? The best I’d ever smelled and in that Moment I’m sure I’d never wanted or would never want anything more in my entire immortal life. I started to get out of my seat . . . Edward and Rose shot me a look and Emmet kicked my shin hard under the table.

“Sorry,” I muttered through clenched teeth, “I have to get out of here.” My siblings understand and we get up, dumping our trays of uneaten food into the bin. I feel bad about the waste but it’s necessary.

When we are outside Rosalie turns away from Emmet and back to me. “Do you think you can go back to class?” she asks. I can tell she doesn't  want to risk it. I think part of it may be ego but I refuse to fold so easily to my temptation. it’s  going to be a part of my life now and I will have to stand up to it eventually.

“No. I’ll be fine.”

“But what if it isn’t ?“ Alice reminded me. She has always been a good help to me, seeing when I would slip, and I can see the concern in her eyes now. Even as I cut her off I have to admit she has a point.

“If it isn’t , I’ll ditch,” I say walking toward building 6 for my second favorite out of all my classes, U.S History.

I’m the first one to enter the college-like classroom and take my usual seat in the last row. Since the last period is lunch a good bit of the human scent had leached out of the air and I took a deep breath of the yet to be re-contaminated air, pulling out my text book even though I’ll never need it.

I've been to high school and even college many times now and know the curriculum practically by heart, but even before that history had always come easily to me.

it’s  easy, yet never boring, each teacher teaches the subject differently, meaning it, unlike most other subjects, is a different lesson every time, and I have yet to take a class where I haven’t gained a new perspective or even learned some small thing.

The humans start filing in and the air is recontaminated. I sigh and try to ignore them and their appealing scent.

Mr. Jefferson takes out the attendance sheet and ticks off names as stragglers entered the class. Even as the class fills in, there is still an empty seat to my left which I’m grateful for and I’m considering moving to when none other than Isabella Swan enters the class. I immediately recognize her beautiful scent and I want it perhaps even more so than before. I tense myself and try to take in the fresh air of the back row before her scent saturates the class completely.

I’m already thinking of ways to get out of class when she starts walking toward the middle rows. She looks around but I already know that there are no empty seats there. She will have to sit next to me.

Realising this she increases her pace and heads toward the row where I sit with two other girls. When she is almost to the table her foot catches on the edge of Mathew Daniels’ desk and she trips, desperately trying to keep hold of her things.

The gentleman in me wants to help her and without thinking I grab her shoulder and waist and steady her. I tell myself that I had to help her. She would have fallen and scraped herself on the desk edge. I wouldn’t have been able to resist. Her scent ambushes me again. Half my brain is already preparing every muscle in my body to spring, venom fills my mouth again and I yank my hands away, turning my chair so I’m sitting almost sideways. I’m tempted to leave right then, and I should but it would cause too much suspicion.

I try not to look at her, but it’s  impossible. I can crush her so easily. I don’t  even need a fraction of my strength. It would be too easy really. Trying to control the flow of venom in my mouth, I peek at her out of the corner of my eye. She is struggling with her heavy history textbook, I don’t even think she had noticed me yet.

They say humans don’t notice death until it’s right in front of them, but that isn’t true. Most don’t notice until it has already taken them.

I pull my gaze away and go back to my work. I already had my book open to page 394 and the warm up is easy, just questions to test what we already know of this unit. I already know all the answers of course and pencil them in accordingly.

Three minutes later Mr. Jefferson directs us all to the next page of our books. We are to write out the answers and then he will call on a student to share.

I’m determined not to give up, to try and reign my monster in. Maybe the scent will be less tempting if I let myself grow used to it. I glance at Isabella again. Unlike most of the students she has already completed most of the slots on her timeline, except for number five. She turns to look at me and I snap my head back to my book. Her scent isn’t any less appealing than before.  I’m lying to myself if I think I can take this any longer.

The best I can do for now is hold my breath as I’d do so many times. Five and a half minutes later a timer buzzes and Mr. Jefferson calls the class back to order. “Alright, who has number one, raise your hands.” A gangly boy with a severe case of acne raised his hand. “Yes, Eli. What is the answer to number 1?”

He paused a few seconds before answering, “I think … James Knox Polk, James Knox Polk is the president in 1848.”

“You think . . . Or you know?” Mr Jefferson quizzed.

“Ummm, I know,” the boy amended, gaining confidence.

Announcing him correct Mr. Jefferson beckons him to the board while he tells us more about the 11th President of the United States and I tune out. I vaguely hear the heater cycle on, blowing around human scent again, I’m barely holding on as it’s . I have to  get out of this room, maybe even the school all together.

I quickly think of ways to get out of class. I’ve done this before and have an arsenal of them. Faking illness seems the quickest and it will give me an excuse not to come back to class.

When I tune back in, Mr. Jefferson is speaking, “Now who has the answer to number 5?”

While I wait for an opportunity to ask to be excused, almost nobody raises their hand. A blond boy,  called Taylor I think,  being the lone exception. I know the answer. In fact I know all the answers but I never raise my hand lest I have to stop holding my breath in order to answer.

He looks confidently at Mr. Jefferson. “The Fugitive Slave Act” he says and I can feel his sumgness. He is sure he is right. He keeps looking at Isabella, trying to impress her. I feel a small smile forming on my face. Of course he is wrong, The Fugitive Slave act was passed by congress in mid-September of 1850 not 1852.

Mr. Jefferson explains to the class why Taylor, whose name is actually Tristan, is wrong and Tristan ducks his head avoiding looking at Isabella—or anyone else for that matter—at all costs, while he corrects his answers. He feels so ashamed and I have to disguise my cackling laughter as coughing. A few people throw funny glances my way but it will help my illness excuse so I’m not complaining. Isabella, as usual, doesn’t  follow their example. She studies me, concerned. She is concerned about me. I try as best I can to suppress my laughter.

“Are you okay?”

I don’t  want to inhale anymore of her scent but I can see how much it takes her to talk to me so I grit my teeth, and try to sound human “I’m fine, thank you.” I have to laugh/fake cough again. The way I say it’s  so contrary to the words themselves, I sound somewhat disturbed.

“Now does anyone else want to try?” Mr. Jefferson asks, and I see my opportunity.

I raise my hand and the entire class looks at me, including Mr. Jefferson. I have to hide my laughter again as I feel the sheer volume of their shock.

“Yes, Mr. Hale, do you have the answer to number 5?” He says, still audibly surprised.

I stopped holding my breath, and swallowed the venom in my mouth, “Yes I do. The answer is 1852, the year that the book called Uncle Tom’s Cabin was published. It was written by Harriet Beecher Stowe at the age of 41 before her death in 1896 at the age of 85.” It suddenly fell completely silent, at least to human ears. I can still hear everything, but the humans stare wide eyed. “I have a headache. May I please go to the nurse now?” I say plainly and then use everyone’s surprise to dart out of the room undetected.

Far away I hear Mr. Jefferson stutter out a meek, “Yes, of course . . .” And then explain my answer to the class.

I decide to skip the rest of the day, having no patience for human scent. I run into the woods and sit in a tree reading the rest of the day. When classes let out I hop down from my perch, join the flow of students, and head to the front office to do something about my schedule.

When I walk in, Ms. Cope is typing something into the office computer and I tap the small bell on the desk.

“One second, sweetie,” she says without looking up. I wait, trying to stay calm. Her scent isn’t nearly as alluring as Isabella’s but I’d been away from humans for a few hours and the burn in my throat intensified at the sudden proximity of one.

“Okay, done, what can I help you wi. . ?” She looks up before finishing her sentence. “Oh!” She let out an audible gasp. She is frightened of me. Her brain can’t  tell her why,  but she is and for good reason. I’m especially dangerous right now.

“I’m just wondering if you can possibly move my schedule so that U.S History is my 7th hour class instead of my 6th hour class?” I’m desperate, “or any other class, any hour is fine.” I say. I want to switch History instead of Biology because in Biology we’re nowhere near each other and it’s the beginning of the day when her scent blends right in with the humans in the daily attack on my unprepared senses. I can handle her then and it’s good practise but having her next to me like that, it’s just too much.

She went to the computer again “Let me just check the schedules, mm . . . here . . . I'm sorry, there aren’t any classes with open seats and I can’t just trade with another student. It doesn't work like that. I’m really sorry.”

But doesn’t it though? I unleash the full power of my charms on her. “Really? Are you sure, can you check again?”

Ms. Cope sighed happily “Well I suppose I can break the rules just this—“

The door opens.  Annie Someta comes in with the flier for the lacrosse fundraiser for copying, and before I’m conscious of her my back is ramrod straight, my arm tensed against the desk and venom is filling my mouth. Isabella Swan’s scent hits me again for the third time that day, the impact no less forceful than the other two encounters, making me loosen my grip on Ms. Cope’s emotions.

I turned around and sure enough there she is. I shouldn't have been angry, this isn’t her fault, and yet I am. This stupid klutzy human girl is putting everything I’ve worked so hard for at risk.  She is ruining the only bearable class I have. She is making my life miserable. I know it’s  petty but I glare at her as hard as I can.

Ms. Cope snapped back dazed, “I'm sorry honey but I checked already”

“I'm sure one of my siblings would trade with me.” I say desperation finally leaking into my voice, though she can’t  hear it.

“Yes, I’m sure they would but unless and until you have them in here asking to switch with you I can’t do anything,” she informs me. I nearly growled. “I really am sorry, ” she added still wanting slightly to please me.

I’m tempted to march back in here with Rosalie, but my throat burns even more intensely now, I need to hunt.

I stare at Ms. Cope icily, my ire at the poor pitiful human still not forgotten. “Forget it. I can see that this isn’t feasible,” I snapped. Any vampire would’ve heard the growl behind the words.“Enjoy your day”.

I turn on my heel and walk out, not sparing another glance behind me, not out of ire now but cowardice. I can feel Isabella’s fear and it goes against every fibre of my being to make her so upset and afraid. I know it isn’t her fault that I crave human blood.  It isn’t her putting everything I’d worked so hard for at risk, it’s me. I should be better at resisting, but I’m not and it’s  my fault.

I have the sudden and strange urge to comfort her, but I don’t  even know what I’d say. If she is even actually calm enough to listen she probably wouldn’t want to hear it anyway.

I fight down these emotions as I walk to my car, 2005 Maserati Quattroporte, where my siblings wait impatiently. I take the key from my pocket and click it twice. My siblings open the now unlocked passenger doors and get in, while I get in the driver’s seat.

Rosalie sits on the seat to my left with Emmet directly behind her (of course). Alice is in  the middle seat, between Emmet and Edward, who has the left hand window seat.

I threw the car into reverse. “You’re leaving!” Alice accused aghast.

I ground my teeth. “Yes. You know I can’t stay here, not while she’s here.”

“What, what’s going on?” Emmet asks confused.

“Jasper is leaving us.” Edward says solemnly.

“You have to tell Esme . . . Or are you gonna make one of us do it for you?” The blow stung, but I know Rose is right. She understands my motivation to leave but I can’t  just pick up without telling my adoptive mother. She’ll be devastated enough as it’s . I can at least say goodbye.

Esme followed us out of the car park and when we got home she confronted me. “Jasper, dear is everything alright?”

The look on her face . . .  ah! I ground my teeth, no point mincing words, “I’m leaving,” I say, “right now. I have to.”

“Are you sure you can’t stay?” she asks.

“Yes, I will kill her if I do,” I say through my clenched jaw.

“Her? Who do you mean?”

“Isabella Swan, the new student. Her scent it’s like it’s made just for me. I don’t think I can take it.”

She looks at me with deep sympathy, “I’ll go with you. Now come on,  we have to pack.”

“What?”

“I’m taking you on a trip,” she exclaimed!

NOTES: as I said before Google is my bestie, feel free to fact check.

Anyway I’m nit picky about this so I assume you are to, the reason Alice didn’t ‘see’ Bella causing that reaction in Jasper is because she was still contemplating ditching when they were heading to class. I have a cannon that maybe she saw later but she saw that it would be okay and that she and Bella would be friends and decided not to worry about it.

Also I would love to have a visual for this work in my head but I can’t draw so if anyone would like to make fanart of any of my writings I would love to see it.

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Name all the pets you've ever had. We had a number of goldfish when I was a kid but I had always named them all Goldy hahaha I was never creative. We had Tobi (rabbit), Kimi (dog), Mitch and Andie (lovebirds), Arlee (cat); and currently we have Cooper and Agi, both dogs.

Are you on break, or do you still have a couple days of school left? I haven’t been in school since 2020 and have no plans on going back.

Do you like Stephen King novels? I’ve never read his books, but I’ve seen a handful of film adaptations – The Shining, Carrie, The Shawshank Redemption, and Misery.

Have you ever had a macaroon? I’ve had both macaroons and macarons and never had a positive experience with the former, largely because I hate the taste of coconut.

One of my friends dislikes animals in general. Are you like her? No. But seriously? All animals??? Even cats or dogs????

Do you prefer being on time, or do you not mind being late? I’m early or on time for the most part, but I’m not nearly as anal as I used to be about punctuality. I fully credit that to the pandemic and how it taught me not to take things so seriously, and these days I never really put myself in a rush anymore.

What is one adventurous thing you'd be willing to do? (ex: skydive) Travel to outer space.

Have you ever made a bucket list? Not really; I feel like that would just pressure me more than anything. I have a couple of major life goals I mentally keep track of, but it’s hardly a bucket list.

What subject at school did you absolutely hate? Chemistry, physics, calculus, and trigonometry.

How many cell phones have you gone through up till now? My current is either my 8th or 9th, if I’m not mistaken.

Italian food or Chinese food? Chinese.

Do you have more than the standard earlobe piercings? Nope, I have exactly just the earlobe piercings you mentioned.

Ever studied a foreign language? I guess I can count English as something I had to study? since I was raised speaking Filipino and very little English. I took up Spanish on Duolingo during the pandemic but never got past the tenses; and I’m self-taught in written Korean.

Don't you hate it when your family eats all the ice cream at home? Nah, never was too big on ice cream anyway. They do finish the tubs all the time though and very quickly too; you were very accurate on that.

Ever been in a near death situation? If so, what happened? I wouldn’t say so. Worst thing that’s ever happened to me is probably either a dog bite or the time my cousin inadvertently dragged me further underwater while I was already struggling to breathe, but I wouldn’t call either of these near-death scenarios. Traumatizing, but I was nowhere near death.

Do you like to make flash cards when you study? No, I always found that method to be so wasteful on paper. I used to just rewrite all my notes on a yellow pad so I remember the lessons, then capitalize what needs to be capitalized and highlight what needs to be highlighted.

Favorite flavor of gum? Just your plain spearmint does the trick for me.

Do you tend to be frugal, or are you more comfortable spending money? Depends on the situation, which isn’t the smartest. I’m ridiculously frugal now that I’m preparing for a trip to Thailand, but if I didn’t have any plans like that on the horizon I’d probably be spending money on food deliveries and clothes rn.

Do you have a connection to any religion? I’m Roman Catholic on paper and will probably be so for the rest of my life, but I’ve been atheist since I was 10.

Ever played a team sport, or are you not sporty at all? Nah. I play table tennis but the most team sport-y that ever gets are doubles.

Do you put posters on your bedroom walls? Yeah, I do. Since having my room renovated in December and having all the posters taken down, it hasn’t been a priority though; I like the way my room looks now.

Do you sleep with one leg sticking out of the covers? No, my near-25 year old ass remains a proponent of the whole monster-grabbing-your-foot so I never do that hahaha. These days though I do tend to wake up with my blanket already entirely kicked off since it has started to get hotter where I live.

I have extremely weird, frightening dreams. Do you? I only get nightmares when I’m depressed, and thankfully I haven’t had any nightmares in like, two years. Says loads about my mental state as of late. :)

Has anyone ever told you that you're a good singer? No, because I am not.

Ever been to the Big Apple? If not, do you want to visit? No, and sure! New York and Illinois are the only two states I’m looking to visit; otherwise I’ve got no plans to travel to the States.

Opinion on Gangnam Style? I absolutely despised the song during its heyday, but my stance on it has considerably softened in recent years when I realized how talented Psy is. I will say he has other songs I find better though! New Face is really catchy, and of course there’s That That which I can never ever ever EVER dislike.

Do you ever watch TED talks, live or online? No, I always irrationally hated those lmao. Always seemed a little bit pretentious/condescending to me.

Did you ever watch the Lizzie McGuire movie? I LOVE THAT MOVIE. It’s all I watched when I was 5. If you popped it on for me at this moment I could probably still recite a good 70% of the lines.

If you did, do you know what the guy that played Gordo looks like now? (ew) Damn, why ew? Unless he’s since been exposed to be a gross pervert or abuser I think that’d be a pretty harsh way to refer to him haha.

How many email accounts do you have? I have one work email and two personal ones.

Ever shamelessly played Farmville on Facebook? I never did get to play Facebook games; I wasn’t allowed to make an account during the time when the games were crazy popular. I don’t feel like I missed out though.

Are you a big fan of dessert? Nope. Not too big on sweets.

Ever had a brush with the paranormal? If so, describe. No. I don’t actively believe in it just so that I also don’t end up being paranoid all of the time.

Were you one of the popular kids in high school? I’d hate to call myself popular but I was in one of the more-recognized cliques, I guess? One that was also associated and regularly hung out with the popular cliques in and out of school; I think it’d be fairest to say that.

I dare you to write the name of a person you strongly dislike. JV.

Do you know the band Vampire Weekend? Yup.

What do you think about Marilyn Manson? Sketchy.

In general, do you prefer going out or staying home? Going out.

Biggest trouble you've ever gotten into at school? Does it count if it happened in kindergarten? LOL my friends and I were called out in a sermon because we were excluding some kids from joining our circle, and they ended up crying about it which is how it came to light. 

Apart from that I never got into much trouble...in high school I did try to provoke the teachers by being super vocal about my same-sex relationship at the time (Catholic school, I’ll let that speak for itself) because I wanted to test what lengths they were willing to go to do something about it, but for some reason we were never confronted about it, never got called to the counselor’s office.

Do you own one of those "professional" DSLR cameras? I did, but I turned it over to my sister when we realized it was she with the talent for photography and cinematography, and she ultimately took it with her when she enrolled in a film course. Then she accidentally dropped the poor camera to the ground during a shoot, smashing it to pieces :( and that was the last I heard of it.

Does it bother you when you see a 6th grader with a bunch of gadgets? Maybe not bothered, but shocked? just because it would be such a jarring sight compared to my own experience when I was in Grade 6. I know phones and laptops are pretty much a necessity now, even in school; but that was definitely not the case when I was 12 in 2010. Getting caught with a phone or even a damn iPod back then literally brought the entire batch into a standstill and had everyone subjected to an inspection – bag inspection, body frisking, taking off your shoes, the whole shebang.

Favorite pair of shoes? My Ivy Park Forums.

Where were you on 9/11? Probably being put to bed. I was 3 at the time, was living on the other side of the planet on a different timezone, and had no clue what was happening. Any food in particular you just can't get enough of? Sushi, takoyaki, chicken tenders, anything truffle.

Did you buy yearbooks every year in high school, or did you not bother? Eh, the thing here is you only get yearbooks when you’re in the graduating class because only the graduating classes would get shot for photos, so it was never something to collect unless your family is SUPER extra and wanted to get every single yearbook for the hell of it. And nobody ever did the latter.

Do you have Restless Legs Syndrome? I do. It sucks. Nope.

Are you a fan of British Youtubers? (Marcus Butler, JacksGap, etc) I was pretty much the ambassador for the crew back in the day. What a time. It was Zoe Sugg, Joe Sugg, Caspar Lee, Alfie Deyes, Tanya Burr, Jim Chapman, Oli White, Marcus Butler, Niomi Smart; by extension Jack and Finn, Jacksfilms, KickthePJ, Dan & Phil, Will and Arden, Louis Cole, Louise Pentland, hell even Pewdiepie and Marzia too...and then didn’t the crew even have an EXTENDED extended version? Hahaha like Grace/Mamrie/Hannah, Tyler Oakley, Connor Franta, and Troye Sivan who would collab with them from time to time. It was genuinely an awesome and fun phase to spend my teenage years on. I even saw Joe/Caspar/Oli when they visited Manila in 2015 :)

Jalapeños: yay or nay? I LOVE jalapeños.

Did you ever play Minecraft? Nope, never understood how it worked.

Did you ever have a Club Penguin account? Were you a member? I never played it. I tried it once, but it didn’t appeal to me.

Favorite concerts you've been to? Did you scream until you were hoarse? I do make it a point to scream as much as I can for shows I get tickets for, because I don’t go to a lot of them anyway. Favorite show I’ve been to so far was Paramore in 2018.

So where were you when the Boston Marathon bombing happened? I was at home, on Tumblr, knee-deep in the wrestling community, watching the events unravel in realtime and deathly worried for my mutuals who I knew were living in Boston or near the city.

Rainy days on the weekend: yay or nay? Any rainy day is an instant yay for me, unless I’m driving lol.

Do you look down on girls that wear shorts with Uggs? No, but then again nobody ever wears Uggs here so.

Californian girls talk and dress a certain way, don't they? Idk.

Ever crushed on a teacher? If so, what subject did he/she teach? Yeap, 2nd year high school, biology.

Ever take an art class? If so, what'd you think? I took an art studies elective in college and loved every bit of it.

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