#calculus introduction

[edusquaremaths]

BASICS OF LIMITS Part-01 | LIMITS BEGINNER'S COURSE | FULL PREP FROM BASICS

[solving-calculus-together]

[LOADING INTRODUCTORY POST]

Greetings, mortals! I am the Solver of the Absolute Fabric! Many of you might associate me with Cyn, but Cyn is not here. It is, just the Solver.

*sigh* I’m Lu. A lot of you call me Teacher, which works fine for me too.

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A SolvedCalculus RP sideblog!

Proshippers, NSFW, and any kind of bigotry or problematic behaviour, DNI please

Mod of this Blog is Nexus (they/them), posts from them will be in blue to contrast the characters.

(You can call me Syn too, Nexus is just a name that’s relevant to my fic about these two so it’s a theme thing, y’know?)

Main blog: @synthstruck

Feel free to send asks! It might take time to get a response, however.

[fair-lead]

ive read 3 good textbooks ever. and my physics textbook is NOT one of them. no matter how much it apes them.

[golearners]

A brief introduction to Derivative Calculus: Definition, History, and Rules

A brief introduction to Derivative Calculus: Definition, History, and Rules In mathematics, finding the instantaneous rate of variation in a function based on specified factors is known as the derivative procedure. In Calculus, a derivative is a fundamental concept. In simpler terms, a derivative is a contract between two parties that specifies the conditions under which payments are to be made…

[eunandonly]

ADMIT IT, YOU LIKE ME ⭑ ( 𝗁𝗍𝗌 )

parallel lines are not supposed to meet ─── but yet here we are, stolen glances and whispered flirtings we mask as tauntings

'𝐸 . han dongmin + fem. reader 925 · academic rivals to lovers fluff headcanons ୨୧ unestablished relationship, extreme passive aggressive behaviour archive

은혜 : a little fic before i disappear for a week bc of my school trip!! i've been wanting to develop the academic rival!taesan idea from this fic i wrote before for agessss and red hair taesan has done smth to me he is so fine like annyeong fine shyt ok i also want to write a cute fic for leehan maybe i'll work on that on the plane mmhmm

REBLOGS AND FEEDBACKS ARE APPRECIATED

academic rival taesan who you’ve shared the top two ranks with since freshman year, though neither of you are willing to admit that the competition has become personal. he always finishes one point ahead or one place below, never enough to settle the rivalry once and for all.

academic rival taesan who scoffs under his breath and starts flipping the pages of his chemistry textbook more aggressively when you shoot him a victorious smirk after answering a question faster than him. he hates you. you’re just so damn annoying.

“it’s just a calculus question,” he says, rolling his eyes when he sees the grin on your face. “calm down, it’s not that deep.” “you’re just mad you didn’t get it faster than me.” you reply with a shrug and a mocking smile that makes taesan’s blood boil.

academic rival taesan who claps sarcastically from the back of the room when you finish your presentation and makes sure to tell you that “your introduction was weak”

academic rival taesan who spends weeks preparing for a debate because he found out you’re on the opposing team. the trophy is one thing, but the way your eye twitches is another when he calls your argument “surface level at best” in front of everyone in the room.

“you sound like you spent hours preparing just for the opening line of your argument.” you say as you organise your colour coded flashcards during an interval. “i didn’t,” he lies. “yeah well,” you sigh, looking up to give him a mocking smile. “maybe you should’ve–a bit weak on your counter arguments, don't you think?”

academic rival taesan who constantly competes against you, even outside of academics because he just can’t seem to let the rivalry go. you call him petty. he calls himself determined. 

“were you purposefully only aiming at me during that round of dodgeball or am i hallucinating?” you ask during a water break in pe, out of breath after dodging twenty different throws from taesan. “i think you’re hallucinating as per usual.” “i think you should shut up.”

academic rival taesan who makes sure to pull you back by your backpack in the corridors when you shove past him, murmuring about how rude you are in a quiet voice so only you can hear before letting you go.

you and academic rival taesan who are always causing arguments during student council meetings but than end up teaming up when other members say something that pisses both of you off.

“that’s the most terrible idea i’ve ever heard. it'll go over budget, i've done all my calculations,” taesan grumbles, staring at your document with a scowl on his face. “well i don’t see you with any better ideas.” you retort, crossing your arms and shutting your laptop passive aggressively. taesan just shakes his head. “we might as well just put your pretty face to use and make you stand in the hallway to promote.” the student council treasurer cuts in, nudging the other members. “or you could just admit you’re both into each other and move on.” you and taesan both tell him to shut up in unintended unison.

academic rival taesan who doesn't know when his hatred for you starts slipping into something else that he can't describe. a strange, warm feeling in his chest whenever he talks to you. and he’s trying very, very hard to ignore it, but he can’t help but feel like he hates the fact that he might not actually hate you as much as he thinks he hates you.

academic rival taesan who stopped sitting next to you in class after your knee brushed his under the table and he forgot his six times tables for three seconds. but he’ll still lean over during class to whisper insults in your ear, his breath way too warm and way too close.

you and academic rival taesan who makes the school’s student body whisper about the strange tension between you two that both of you seem to be pointedly ignoring. someone in your class whispers about how they’re never sure whether you want to tear each other apart or make out during arguments.

“you lack the depth to understand nietzsche” “you read nietzsche for aesthetics” “says you. you’re just about as deep as a kiddy pool.”

academic rival taesan who’s the one that actually comforts you when he finds you crying in an empty classroom after school because your grades fell, rubbing your back and telling you in a gentle voice that “one stupid physics paper isn’t going to ruin your whole life” and that “there’s no reason for you to worry about unemployment in the future.”

academic rival taesan who’s possessive in a petty way. he mocks you 24/7, but he’s the only one who gets to call you a pretentious know-it-all. 

some guy snorts after you answer a question in class. “she acts like she’s the only one who knows anything.” taesan swivels in his seat. “you want to repeat that louder?” “relax, it’s just a joke.” “i don’t see anyone laughing.”

academic rival taesan who starts doodling snarky comments in the margins of your notebook or leaving you little notes on your desk with a snack he knows you like from the store. he swears it isn’t him, but you could recognise his handwriting anywhere–sharp, slanted, narrow.

academic rival taesan who’s cocky enough to lean towards you during study period to whisper in your ear, “admit it, you like me.” you smile and write on his notebook in red: “you wish.”

[so-i-did-this-thing]

You mentioned how certain hobbies tend to draw a fashy crowd. I’m a trans poc and damn there are things I want to try like historical European martial arts but some of the vibes are rancid blood and soil fash (not all but definitely some). Do you have any recommendations on how to engage with interests and hobbies that appeal to unsavory crowds while not letting it kills your enthusiasm or participation?

To give cis folks some background on what it's like for me to be trans in a new fandom or hobby:

I poke around old posts and profiles. I find myself looking for dogwhistles.

Things like: What research (or "research") does everyone cite? What sort of reference photos does a white man use when he wants an 1940s "military" style haircut? How does a frock flicks person respond to colorblind casting in a new TV show? How do historic videogame nerds respond to a queer character? A queer romance? How does someone define "historic accuracy?" What is a re-enactment group's policy on "gendered" roles that need playing?

And above all, which voices are getting amplified throughout all this?

I especially look to forum admins and group leaders. I notice when POC and trans people feel safe to post selfies and other contributions. I notice what comments people make on these. And I absolutely notice when a group leader makes a callout post about fashy stuff. (My vintage menswear group does this frequently, god bless.)

I hate that it takes a lot of social and academic familiarity to decide if you want to invest your time in a hobby or with a certain group. It sucks a lot of the joy out of being a newbie and learning the ropes. It can feel very isolating to have to teach yourself so much just so you feel safe to make introductions.

Sometimes, I just barge in and let the trash take itself out. Like clockwork, every time I get into a new fandom or some cosplay content of mine goes viral, I double down on my trans posts. It's a litmus test, but also a beacon to other trans folks and our allies.

I bring all this up because the burden shouldn't be on us -- I hope that white and cishet allies in these spaces can see the mental calculus a lot of us have to do. (And god, I am white and male and thus only experiencing a fraction of this nonsense.) And that the best way to help share the load and be welcoming is to be visually and loudly vigilant against your hobby space becoming a Nazi bar.

But you're right -- it can suck out a lot of joy. I suppose my recommendation is, once you find at least some of your people, they can help you widen the net. Not necessarily just wrt meeting other cool folks, but also springboarding into other interests, should your current one sour.

And if this doesn't work, enjoy your passions out of spite. I am a VERY obstinate man sometimes and I've developed an "I dare you" attitude to those who'd try to push me away from what I like. You will find some of your people this way, too, and there is a comfort and safety from being just with them -- just try not to bond solely on bitterness.

I wish I could give specific recommendations based on your interests, and if folks have their own advice, the notes are all yours.

[domoz-writes]

Am thinking about non transmigration au where SY discovers his sexuality via 400k of unposted Mobing...

My thoughts are as such:

Right before the end of PIDW Airplane posts an update that basically says "Hey due to a mix of health and personal reasons I won't be able to post for a while sorry!!"

SY, who is in the hospital with horrible food poisoning isn't happy about this!! Something like this right after a cliffhanger??? Really??? And he's not got a lot else to do In the hospital, so he kind of... accidentally... doxxes Airplane...

He was just looking for an account that he thought that hack author would check since he's obviously not looking at zhongdian, honest!!! But it turns out that this person lives somewhat nearby where SY does and is much cuter than he expected some hack author to be

So he maybe goes to wander around the area (its nearby!! He's allowed to go on walks isn't he!!) And as a matter of fact finds Airplane!! Right on the sidewalk!!!

And starts off with a rather aggressive introduction before realizing that his favorite shitty erotica author 1) has obviously healing electrocution burns, 2) is?? Way too skinny? Like on par with SY himself and hes chronically ill, 3) is standing outside a social services office and 4) appears to be carrying everything he owns with him on his back

He immediately feels so guilty that he pivots from angry ranting to guiltily offering him a place to stay or, he can at least pay for a hotel room?? SQH does a very brief amount of mental calculus on if he'd rather deal with government bureaucracy or getting kidnapped and axe murdered by a crazy fan, shrugs, and chooses the latter.

When SQH point out that he can't pay SY back in any way SY tells him that he can pay him back by writing a better novel!!! SQH teases him about being a devoted fan and offers to let him read some unpublished extras and backstory stuff (like SJ & YQY backstory, that sort of thing). Predictably, SY likes this a lot more and complains that it wasn't in the novel, in turn Airplane laments that if more readers were like SY he wouldn't be in this situation in thr first place.

Related: SQH can't update because his laptop is fried. SY claims "to know a guy". SY does not know a guy, but he has money, so... (the files are fine and saved in like 3 different cloud locations, Airplane already learned that lesson)

But PIDW ended on a cliffhanger! SY doesn't want to wait!!! So he bothers Airplane until he finds out that Airplane actually haS two endings waiting in the wings and he still hasn't decided which one to post. Reason being: he's kinda 80% done with writing a sequel of sorts, but he knows if he posts it it will basically get his zhongdian account nuked and remove his chances of making money from it ever again, because the current readers of PIDW would HATE IT

Sy eventually argues that *he's* a reader and that Airplane should let *him* read it and if he deems it good then it's certainly good enough to post!! SQH finds this very funny because SY is not the average PIDW at all, but decides to allow it

The sequel in question is a slow burn romance from Mobei-Juns point of view that leans heavily into drama and political intrigue. He stands by Binghes side and quietly pines and remains loyal and Binghe slowly discovers that devoted loyalty and understanding is actually the thing that makes him happy (vs empty relationships with his many wives)

(Mobei Jun is written in a very grey-ace way, not understanding the carnal desires of other demons but would do anything for Junshang if asked etc etc)

SY ADORES this book and thinks that if it were posted online it would be his #1 favorite. He really relates to MBJ as a protagonist and Binghe is still the best!! And then he is completely blindsided when the two of them have tender emotional gay sex

Being SY, he absolutely tries to justify this to himself as like, aha,what a clever subversion...! You can tell because this sex scene was way better written then all the ones in PIDW, but obviously they aren't gay (He is too flustered to bring this up to Airplane in person despite having no problem doing so with the het stuff)

The novel ends with, like, Bingge sealing away Xin mo and promising to be just as loyal to his general as MBJ is to him, and is very obviously romantic to the point that even SY can't miss it. So he goes back and rereads it to make sure it was actually meant to be a romance (...danmei) novel all along. And then again just to make sure and he's kinda losing his mind a little because he really related to MBJ in this book and... MBJ had gay sex??

Of course you also have the "and they were roommates" situation going on at the same time. The rituals are intricate. Airplane is aware that's he's giving SY some kind of sexuality crisis but he has no idea how intense! He's genuinely fine having an unrequited crush on SY. Homoerotically teasing him is fun and it doesn't have to go further than that! Hes not really in a place to be doing any dating anyways and bro-cuddles have him covered!

Side note: I like the idea of SY being very proud when Airplane gains weight bc its Physical proof that he's taking good care of his friend and also maybe catering to what he finds attractive

When SY finally gets to the point where he asks about his sexuality, Airplane pretty much gives him the "I don't see a point in labels, I just like who I like" speech.

SY who loves categorizing and labeling things: can you do that?? Is that allowed??????

He then gets pointed to Baby's First LGBTQ resource website, and after determining that he's maybe not gay but maybe is something else immediately jumps into googling "how to date your best friend who is also your roommate"

[phoenixyfriend]

Hi have some more silly Jaster Mereel/Duke Kryze stuff from me and @threebea.

The Duke* took all the braincells in the divorce.

Do you think there are any holos of one of the Kryze girls as a toddler wandering around with Jaster's helmet on because he wanted to be an Indulgent Stepdad who let them play pretend with his gear.

It's my favorite Bit to see in fics that include both Children and Mandalorians. Let the 3yo try on the helmet and wander around pointing finger guns at people!

Duke: Bo'ika what do you have? Bo: A blaster! Duke: NO! Jaster: The safety's on it's fine! Bo: (shoots a teacup) Duke: ://///// Jaster: I may have showed her how to turn off the safety…….. she's already three she should know how to aim!

The Duke and Jaster need to be opposite ends of My Kids Should Be Competent.

Jaster: What do you mean Satine’s five and you haven't brought to the woods to have her skin and prepare a rabbit so she gets a less traumatic introduction to the concept of taking a life? Duke: What do you mean Jango doesn't know calculus yet? He only knows three languages with fluency? He's thirteen! He should have a degree already!

For whatever reason, Qui-Gon: This is Obi-Wan. He's really good at feeling the force and I love him. Obi-Wan: (Covered in mud and leaves) Jaster/Duke: …… Obi-Wan: And I can do calculus AND skin a rabbit 😄 Obi-Wan: [whispers to Qui-Gon] That was right, right? where's my new ship model. Qui-Gon: shhh

Obi-Wan, at a later point: Oh, I killed people. It sucked. But they were trying to kill me, so. Jaster: …oh my god this must be how Adanai feels when Jango says literally anything.

Jango: I think I make your boyfriend uncomfortable. Jaster: Of course not. You're like a son to him. Jango: I told him how I shot Tor Vizsla in the head when I was eight and felt my childhood end. Jaster: ….. Adanai doesn't like blasters is all. Jango: Ohhh okay got it (walks off) Jango: So I choked him to death 🙂 Adanai: And you were ten. Jango: Almost eleven. Adanai: that's… great champ.

* We refer to him as either the Duke or Adanai in this post, as the canon spelling is a bit. Uncomfortable for some people due to real-world religion reasons and he's not a large enough character for a minor spelling change to cause too much trouble for readers.

[itsnotyouithink]

AFRAID

SUMMARY: You, the star of the Blackmore University basketball team, is failing the easiest class at the university: Film Studies 101. The only person who can help you pass? Tara Carpenter, the girl who hates you no matter what you do.

PAIRING: tara carpenter x fem!reader

WARNINGS: TBD, underage drinking, smoking, mature language, mentions of verbal abuse, violence, gore, ghostface shit

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

part one | part two |

A/N: been forever since i’ve written so bare w me, ok! also, i hate calculus & math in general so whatever i said abt math in here is a complete lie

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Every Division One basketball team had thee player.

UCONN had Paige Bueckers, the University of Iowa had Caitlin Clark, and Blackmore University had you. You—cocky, sweet, competitive, and overwhelmingly perfect, you.

So, of course Tara Carpenter knew who you were—it was practically shoved down her throat. The countless posters of you playing basketball hung on banners around the school, or how someone would always ask about you during one of the tours she would lead as a Blackmore Student Ambassador. It was constant; what're you like? What do you do on your free time? Are you actually that hot in person?

She would put on her fake smile and count the minutes until the tour was over, reminding herself over and over again that the amount of money she was being paid for this would be worth it. New York City was not cheap.

Even at countless parties, some Film Studies 101 classes, hallway passes while you were talking with Mindy about something, or in one of the campuses cafeteria, you and Tara had never interacted before. You and Chad certainly have, though.

During your first week at Blackmore after transferring from a college in sunny California, you met the broad-shouldered boy at a frat party. Everyone was crowding around you, asking you questions about yourself and ogling at the idea of you being their college's saving grace.

Chad's lingering eyes boarder-lined on staring. Tara would make a comment or two about how obsessed he was with you. Scoffing at the way his eyes would travel from your half-up half-down hairstyle and end up targeting the small drop of sweat making its way down the left side of your neck. He knew where the droplet was going, and much like everyone else in the city, he wanted a peek as well. His twin-sister, Mindy, would hit his shoulder claiming, "Stop staring at my new friend, perv. You'll scare her away."

He would just scoff and roll his eyes, eagerly heading towards another game of beer-pong. Tara never understood the hype surrounding you... I mean, sure, you had insane biceps from the constant training, a curvy figure, borderline enchanting eyes, a great… rack and one of the only chances Blackmore had at a National Championship. But other than that, she had no idea why so many people loved you. If anything, why didn't they hate you?

You were naturally cocky both on-and-off the court, always having a sarcastic comment to add in times where silence was the best bandaid. She figured your occasional sweetness was just an act—curated by a PR team or something. Tara expected a lot from you; fakeness, bitchy-ness, and most importantly, that self-absorbed egotistical mindset athletes tended to have. But, something she never would've expected?

You were failing Film Studies 101.

The introduction course to movies and television. You were failing! In Tara's expert opinion, Film Studies 101 was literally the easiest class you could take, so how could you be failing it?

You didn't take academics very seriously, the only reason you had the desire to attend college was because of the sports opportunities within. Blackmore University was known for their basketball program, even if it hasn't won a championship since 1976. It was the college your father had attended a few decades ago and the place your mother almost attended—before getting accepted into Princeton University. The school had played a large part in your childhood: always wearing the merchandise during game days, naming an old pet after the mascot, or even having a signed jersey by one of the star players.

But you never wanted to go because it was a great school, you wanted to go because of the basketball team. Achieving your childhood dreams was a championship ring away—if you could bring the "losingest" team in the East to the Finals, everyone would want you!

But no one would want you if you weren't even on the team anymore, kicked off the roster curtesy of the potent D- on your report card. I mean, you barely showed up to class anymore.

So, you received a tutor whether you liked it or not. Your tutor? Tara Carpenter, naturally.

You knew the name Tara Carpenter, but you didn't know her. You knew she was Mindy's friend from back home, you knew she was the girl always raising her hand during class (the classes you attended, at least), and you knew she was a major film nerd. Like, major. You often saw her and Mindy arguing in one of the school's cafeterias over a new horror movie that had just been released, always ending with the raven-haired girl rolling her eyes.

But other than that, you barely knew her!

“You’re late.” She didn’t even look up from the North by Northwest screenplay in her hands as you stood in front of her corner table at a small café, a student favorite for the best coffee in a ten-block radius. “Very late.”

“I’m not that late.” You lightly scoffed before setting your school bag down on the floor next to your chair across from her. “I’m only… oh, twenty-minutes late.”

The raven-haired girl still had her gaze focused on the words in front of her, paying no mind to the elite basketball player in front of her. You cleared your throat, the slight awkwardness of the situation beginning to get to you. You were never a girl of punctuality, always either too early or way too late. In regard to things you barely cared about, you just chose to never show up. An example: Film Studies 101.

She closed the screenplay and placed it in front of her before making direct eye contact with you. You were a strong competitor, playing against the future of the industry as a hobby and a future career. But by this small interaction alone, you quickly realize there was no gaze sharper than Tara Carpenter’s. Your hands began to get clammy just by the sudden eye contact. “If I’m going to help you, don’t waste my time.”

“Got better things to do, Carpenter?” You tilted your head with ease, your small hoop earrings moving with the motion.

“Much better things.” She scoffed before looking at the blank space in front of you. “Did you bring your screenplay and notes from class?”

You furrowed your brows in confusion, “Screenplay? Notes from class?”

She sighed in disappointment and mild annoyance, “Yes. The North by Northwest screenplay we received in class last week and your notes from the previous classes.” She slammed her hand in a fit of irritation on her copy of the book. “This. Do you have this?”

You stared at her blankly before blinking down at your almost empty backpack, the Y/N Y/L next to your number in bold practically mocked you for your cluelessness and stupidity. “Uh, yeah, of course I have it with me. Take it everywhere with me because why not.” You sarcastically laughed before reaching into the space of your bag, finding the only book in there.

The North by Northwest screenplay. Thank fuck.

“Great, but you don’t have any of your notes with you, do you?”

You tilted your head with a strained smile, “I think even having the screenplay with me is a win for both of us.”

Tara took a deep breath before opening her notebook, “Okay, it’s fine. Just bring it with you next time, okay?”

“Got it.” You nodded with a small salute which would be half-charming to anyone else, but with Tara, it felt like she hated you just for existing. You’ve never had anyone outwardly hate you in person. Sure, there were some rude supporters in high school during away games but people usually loved you, idolized you even. And to be fair, you were from a small town in Maine where everyone knew everyone, but even at that point in your life you were getting national recognition for your talent.

By the time you zoned back into Tara trying to explain the ways directors utilize camera angles to evoke emotion, the hour study session was basically over—well, the forty-five minutes were over—and Tara was just annoyed and dissatisfied.

“You didn’t listen to a thing I said, didn’t you?” She leaned her chin against the palm of her propped up hand with a squint of her eyes. You shook your head, “No, no, I listened.”

“Oh, yeah?” She sat-up straighter in her chair with a small smirk. This suddenly felt like a competition. “Name three of the ways I explained how directors utilize camera angles to evoke emotion from an audience. Hell, if you can name two, I’ll buy you a coffee myself.”

“Buy me a coffee?” You giggled, “Sounds like you’re turning this into a date. Look, if you wanted me that bad, you could’ve just asked, Tara.”

She scoffed, her playful demeanor changing into a look of pure disgust, “You’re disgusting and I should’ve never taken this offer.”

Your face dropped, a sudden level of panic creeping up on you. Whether you liked it or not, you needed this. Without her, you can kiss your dreams to the league goodbye and welcome the bold D- with open arms. You needed her... yuck.“No, no, wait, I was just joking!” You leapt up as she stood up to pack her stuff away, the different array of film textbooks and analyses piling into her small book bag.

“You are exactly what I thought you would be.” She shook her head with a scoff, “Mindy told me you were different, but honestly, you are just.. gross.”

“What? I was just joking!”

“No, this is exactly how it starts.” She shook her head before putting the last of her books in her bag, throwing it over her shoulder without a bit of haste. “You stupid athletes. You joke around and then you flirt a little and then you end up thinking you have a chance with me, expecting me to what? Open my legs for you or something?”

The two of you stood in front of each other, Tara furious while you’re anxious. The rings on your fingers growing hot by every twist and fiddle. “Uh, that’s not what I’m doing at all, Tara. And, um, I like guys.”

Her shoulders sagged while her face changed to look of confusion, “You do?”

“Well, like, kind of.” You shrugged before putting your hands up in surrender, “That’s not the point, but either way, I’m not that type of person. Believe it or not, I really need this. If I don’t pass this class, they’re kicking me off the team.”

She tilted her head, “They can do that? I thought you were too talented or… whatever.”

“They have to hold some type of standard.” You glanced around you at the quiet cafe, the students around you busy preparing for upcoming projects and assignments with no care in the world for the minor argument the two of you were having upon first meeting one another. “I’m sorry. Next time I’ll show up prepared. I’ll have the screenplay, the notes, everything you need me to have, I’ll bring.”

She sighed, silently debating with herself. “You promise you’ll take this seriously? No zoning out, no missing materials, and no lateness. Got it?”

You nodded enthusiastically, throwing your pinkie between the two of you for a pinkie promise, “I promise… as long as you promise not to yell at me again.”

Tara laughed breathlessly as if it were a joke, a small smile cracking between the cold exterior she displayed beforehand until she saw your serious expression. You weren’t a fan of people yelling at you, which was a bit ironic considering the thousands of people yelling at you while you play in stadiums every Friday night. “Oh, you’re serious?”

“Yes, I’m serious.”

“I would hardly consider the volume of my voice before yelling. More like, loudly expressed.”

“So, yelling?”

“Well, no—”

“Promise. Yes or no? You need this tutor-ship just as much as I do. New York City isn’t cheap.” You smugly answered. The two of you had formally met not even forty-five minutes ago and the banter was already flowing. Mindy would die if she found out.

Tara rolled her eyes with a scoff, entangled her pinkie with yours in a quick promise. “Yes, I promise.”

You smiled at her before putting your screenplay back into your half-empty backpack. You heard Tara sigh before she spoke, “I’ll see you on Wednesday at three-thirty sharp. Not three-thirty one or three-thirty two. Three-thirty, okay?”

“Yes, yes, I get it.” You nod, “Three-thirty.”

“Great.” She nodded back as well, her lips tense in the sudden change of slight awkwardness that occurs when you have to say goodbye to someone you barely know. “I’ll see you soon, then.”

“Yep, bye, Tara.” And just like that, the two of you separated paths as you lived on the other end of the campus. When you get back to your small dorm, the poster of Spiderman and a few post-cards from your mother stare back at you blankly. You throw your bag down next to your clattered desk, a desk overwhelmed with extra math problems you do for fun.

Yes, for fun. Because even if Tara Carpenter thinks you’re dumber than a fucking rock, doesn’t mean you actually are. You find the fun in math equations, where everything has a set answer and a set of rules to follow. Film, however, didn’t have a few set rules, no, it’s an art where creativity has no barriers. You could just never understand it—the power of filmmaking and real cinema.

So, instead, you confided creativity—literally.

You kept the screenplay in your bookbag until Wednesday, the day you had to be tutored by Tara Carpenter. Again.

And you, of course, arrived fifteen minutes late. Again.

[faithlia]

'But what the fuck is patience? part 2

matt x reader x chris

english is not my first language!

warnings: smut, mean!reader, mean!matt, dom!matt, threesome, NO INCEST!!!, virgin!chris, dom!chris, blowjob, degradation, rough sex, revenge sex, display, false sympathy, unprotected sex, dirty and depraved sex. (chris will be younger than matt).

- chris 20 years old; matt and reader 23 years old.

summary: You and Matt have a non-strings-attached sexual relationship, but when things don't go the way you plan, your provocations go away beyond your limits

⚠️ The behavior of all characters are immoral and depreved, if you dont feel comfortable, please, dont read!

part 2

The most fun part of Matt frustrating you is definitely when you go to his room begging for mercy so he can fuck you and let you cum, begging passively like a bitch in heat.

After leaving your dorm with a proud expression of having humiliated you, Matt walks to your dorm - which is across the hall. It was almost eleven at night. Matt fell into bed, exhausted, not even caring about his fingers dirty with your lube.

Before he could remember the calculus test that awaited him the next day, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep with the detached memory of your body against his.

── .✦

The next day, after a gigantic test and several unnecessary classes, Matt found Chris sitting in the cafeteria.

"Oh, hey. How was your first day?" he asks his younger brother, as he sits with his tray of food in his hands.

"It sucks, bro," Chris exclaims, his mouth full. "But I made some new friends, so that should make up for something."

"Relax, after a while it gets more and more unbearable with all the classes and the idiot teachers." Matt jokes and Chris feels his throat closing up.

Chris didn't want to admit it, but he was glad to be Matt's roommate. He really didn't want to go through an introduction session for a stranger or even have to share a room with anyone. He liked his space. Matt really did. He was even more of a recluse than Chris. And, well, playing video games and talking about all the nonsense in the world with his brother was something Chris really missed.

At night, already in his room, Chris asks: "Bro, where's the bathroom?" He wasn't that familiar with the buildings, the multiple doors and the huge hallways so this really confused him.

"What?" Matt says without paying attention. He's too busy doing who knows what on his phone. "The bathroom, idiot!" Chris exclaims, throwing a pillow at his brother's head.

"Ugh, fuck, it's the last door at the end of the hallway." Matt grumbles irritably, not taking his eyes off his phone, ignoring the pillow that hit his head.

Chris huffs, grabbing his towel and toothbrush.

He walks down the hallway, observing the several large dark oak doors. Damn, this place looks like fucking a horror movie set, he thought - frowning.

As Chris approaches the last door, he sees a guy in a towel coming out of it.

He steps into the humid space, thankful that it's empty, except that there's someone in the shower. He thought it might be another one of those idiotic seniors taking a shower.

He hunches over the sink, brushing his teeth, until, when he looks up in the mirror, he catches a longing glimpse of a naked female figure, stepping out of the shower stall.

Chris gasps, turning his face away from her. "Oh my God, I'm sorry, I thought this was the men's room," he says quickly, avoiding looking at the mirror.

You laughed at his comment, not paying attention to the figure in front of you. As you dried yourself and wrapped the towel around your body, you muttered in boredom: "It's okay! The bathroom on this floor is unisex."

Chris let out a vague sigh, turning his gaze back to the mirror and staring at his own depressing image of shame.

He was probably some silly freshman, you thought. These guys never knew what to do or where to go and that irritated you a little.

Chris remained quiet, finished brushing his teeth, hoping the girl would get out of there as soon as possible.

Still without looking at the newbie in front of you, you walked to the mirror to look at yourself, and had the biggest surprise when your eyes met his.

That had to be a mirage! He looked exactly like Matt, except for appearing younger. And, well, he was handsome and hot. You smiled broadly, ecstatic, fascinated by the fact that there was another Matt in the world.

Why had Matt never told you about his brother? I mean, you weren't the best of friends forever, and the only ways you interacted were based on insulting each other and fucking, specifically in that order.

You thought about the fact that the only things you knew about Matt were that he was terribly bad at football and that he was allergic to human happiness.

Chris looked at you confused, trying his best to not remember about your naked body that he saw just a few seconds ago.

Your tongue touched the roof of your mouth and your eyebrows raised.

"Wow, you must be the most beautiful freshman on this campus." you comment, without any shame. Chris blushes and is embarrassed by the careless comment, and before he can open his mouth to say anything, you ask: "Is this your first day?" you interrupt him again: "It has to be. I mean, I would remember that pretty face if I had seen it before..." you look away from him to see your reflection, delicately fixing your hair.

Chris was embarrassed again. But what the hell was that senior doing talking to him like that? He shook his head, escaping from the inopportune thoughts.

"Yeah, um, I-I arrived on campus today." he swallows hard, sighing inaudibly. "My name is Chris." He says, immediately regretting it.

She didn't ask you anything, idiot.

"I'm y/n. I hope to see you more often, Chris."

You leave the locker room, leaving a perplexed and confused Chris alone.

He didn't know exactly how to react to what had just happened, but he couldn't deny that he loved having that girl talking to him.

When he went to take a shower, he had a vague memory of her naked body and immediately regretted it, because his dick soon hardened.

"Shit."

Masturbating in the bathroom on the first day of school? How pathetic.

── .✦

You couldn't help but think about Chris. He seemed adorable and the way he blushed at every word you said only made you more convinced to know more about him.

Matt hadn't texted you or broken into your room since the last time you saw him. What he did to you was diabolical and pathetic. But apparently, Chris could be the solution to this little problem his brother caused.

In the following days, bumping into Chris became a frequent occurrence. You would always see him in the library, in the hallway or wherever you went and, surprisingly, Matt didn't know anything about it.

Oh! yeah, about Matt! Well, he was too busy training or studying. He knew very well that at any moment you would knock on his door or send a risky message to fuck him. In fact, giving advance notice wasn't really your thing. You never let the place you were in get in the way of your fucking. One time, you went to the players' locker room, found a naked Matt taking a shower and simply couldn't resist sticking your needy pussy out and getting fucked by him in the middle of the room. But, for sure, Matt's favorite memory was when you decided to suck his dick in one of the empty classrooms with your breasts jutting out of your blouse.

It was only a matter of time before you spread your horny legs for him again.

But that didn't happen. You were having a great time with Chris, to be honest. He was so sweet and had a great sense of humor, unlike Matt, who you didn't plan on seeing any time soon.

You were grateful that Matt never saw you and Chris together knowing that if he did, it would ruin your plans. And Chris had never mentioned Matt in any of your conversations, which was a good thing.

Your imagination was wild when it came to Chris. You couldn't wait to kiss him and do amazing things to him. So far all you knew was that he was only 20 years old. Three years wasn't exactly a huge age gap but it kind of turned you on.

── .✦

There were a bunch of drunk college kids at the Kappa Delta fraternity and you were one of them. The loud music and strong drinks you had consumed without blinking had left you energetic enough to rub your ass against your friends and dance impulsively.

You caught a charming glimpse of Chris, who looked lost.

Wait, where's Matt?

Who the fuck cares, his hot brother is right here!

You pulled Chris by the hand into the middle of the crowd so you could dance with him and you loved the fact that he just accepted it, putting his hands on your waist.

Fuck. All that dancing and loud music and his body against yours was turning you on so fucking much. You couldn't help but push your ass out, subtly brushing against his covered dick. Chris didn't say anything, but he was lost in excitement - maybe it was the drinks he was drinking before he spotted you, and that kind of drained all his shyness out of his body.

His hands gripped your waist tighter, pressing you against his hard cock. A shaky sigh escaped your lips. Fuck that. You put one hand on Chris's face, pulling him into a wet kiss. He kissed you back with the same fervent feeling that ran down your entire body until it reached his needy cock. He was such a good kisser!

You didn't mind being in the middle of a crowd at all and continued sucking on Chris's lips. You wanted more. And Chris, well, he was certainly hard!

Okay. Chris might be a virgin, and sometimes get embarrassed in certain situations, but he was not innocent. He loved the way alcohol simply made him feel so confident even though he knew he might regret his actions in the following days.

Unable to bear all that suffocating commotion any longer, you separate your red lips from his and pull him to follow you.

You stealthily climb the stairs to a dark room. Chris couldn't resist putting his lips on yours once more. "Oh my god," he whispers into your mouth. The sounds of wet kisses filled the room.

When Chris realized what was about to happen, his skin tingled with eagerness and desire. You couldn't resist putting your hand on his hard member over his pants, squeezing it lightly, feeling the result of your teasing. You pushed him against the bed, climbing onto his lap, not stopping the hot kisses, feeling the bulge against your pussy. Chris was nervous, but he didn't want to ruin this moment by saying something stupid, or, presumably, telling you that he was a virgin. He had watched enough videos to know at least the basics. His hands went towards your ass, squeezing the flesh readily. You separated your lips from his to catch your breath. He looked at you fascinated by your excited expression. Not knowing what to say, Chris gave a short smile, running both hands over your bare thighs lightly. The satin dress you were wearing was so short that anyone could assume it was lingerie.

"Wow. You don't look anything like the guy who I met in the locker room." You say, hissing softly as you start to move on his lap.

"I-I, um.."

Chris didn't know what to say. He just smiled embarrassedly.

"Now you're looking a little bit like that." You bit your lip, planting a chaste kiss on his lips. You trailed your kisses down his neck, sucking the skin eagerly. Your eager hands went to his belt, opening it clumsily. You pulled his pants along with his boxers and Chris lifted his body to make it easier for you to move, and you could see his hard cock.

Holy shit.

He was big and thick, just like Matt.

You didn't know if it was because you were slightly drunk or if it was because of the bad lighting in the room, but he definitely seemed to be bigger than Matt.

You let out a moan as you dragged your hand from the bottom to the top, feeling his thickness. Chris groaned in disbelief and excitement.

When you took him in your mouth, sucking only the tip, he let out a grunt, throwing his head back. You began to swallow his entire length, making a mess of his cock.

Now everything seemed real to Chris, he couldn't believe it. The girl he met what? a week ago? was sucking him deliciously.

He let out a loud moan as you took his tip down your throat. "Fuck, Hmmm" he cried out. You smiled, pleased with his surprise.

Chris was a little afraid, as an overwhelming urge took over him - he felt so close to cumming.

Shit!

You continued sucking him, helplessly supported, loving the way his size filled your mouth so perfectly.

When you pulled him out of your mouth, still moving your hand quickly, Chris trembled, pulling your hand away, shooting jets of cum right on your face. "Holy shit. I'm so sorry." he said shakily, embarrassed for having cum in such a short time.

"It's okay, baby." you said, wiping your face with a piece of blanket.

Ugh, don't let that ruin your makeup. It took you an hour and a half to do it.

After the post-orgasmic feeling wore off, Chris shrugged, embarrassed.

Usually, you hated it when guys cum before you without even touching you, but you didn't feel that way about Chris. He was younger than you and that turned you on more than you should have. The idea of ​​fucking him seemed as perpetual as fucking his older brother.

"Look, sweetie, my friends are probably looking for me by now, right?" You stand up, straightening your wrinkled dress. "Maybe when we're somewhere else we can finish this little game, hm?" You run your tongue in front of your teeth and lean in to kiss Chris hungrily.

He nods in agreement, watching you leave him alone in the room.

You go down the stairs of the house in search of the bathroom, and luckily for you there was no mile-long line, but, before you open the door, unfortunately, Matt comes out of the room.

You roll your eyes, squeaking.

"Oh, great."

"Look at this...." Matt looks you up and down, examining your entire body. "I know you can't help but dress like a cheap slut, but this is a decent party." He raises his eyebrows, clearly drunk.

You weren't really in the mood to retaliate with another comment, so you just ignored him. But when you tried to open the bathroom door, he blocked you. "Wait a minute. I haven't seen you all week. What is it? Are you upset that I didn't let you finish playing?"

Actually, I was talking to your brother and sucking his dick somewhere

The answer was right on the tip of your tongue, as was Chris's taste.

"Actually, I'm seeing another guy, and unlike you, he's not an arrogant jerk. Now, get out of here."

Matt pushed you against the wall, pressing his body against yours.

"I bet that idiot doesn't do half the things I do to you." he whispers, very close to your ear.

"Trust me, he's way better than you." your gaze drifts to Matt's crotch. You slowly raise your head, enjoying watching his smug expression change. "Ugh, now go find some hole to crawl into, you little shit." You push him away, quickly walking into the bathroom.

Shit. You loved the way he was rude and impatient with you.

As Matt heads for the exit, he runs into Chris.

"Hey." Chris says, looking a little nauseous.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Matt is gruff. "C'mon, let's go." Chris follows him without saying a word.

── .✦

The next day, Matt wakes up with the worst hangover. It was Saturday, so his day would be limited to spending all his time in bed. His hair was messy and his face was sleepy. Across the room, there was a deep sleep for Chris. Later in the afternoon, when he no longer felt like a piece of shit and seemed to be better, Matt played video games with a relaxed and sober posture.

"Hey, dude." Chris enters the room with damp hair after taking a shower. Matt just answers him with an "Wassup."

"Hey, um, can I tell you something?" Chris asks casually.

"Sure."

"Last night, when you asked me where I was, I-i, um, was actually with a girl." Chris says without pretense.

He didn't feel embarrassed to talk about these things with Matt because he was his older brother and always told him everything. Chris was strangely happy to be able to say that he had his first sexual experience.

Matt raises his eyebrows, smiling slightly at his brother. "Really? And what were you guys doing, huh? Playing hide and seek?" he teased.

Chris snorted. "No, you idiot."

Matt laughed, not taking his eyes off the video game.

"She gave me a blowjob."

"Impressive, Chris. I'm proud." Matt says, glancing sideways at his brother. He was a layman, anyway. "Was it good?"

"I guess so, I mean, it was my first."

"I get it!" Matt exclaimed. "Relax, I'm sure you'll do great here."

"Like you? I heard all the girls hate you." Chris says sarcastically and Matt ignores him.

"But, I don't know, this girl seems unreal. She's a senior." Chris says, feeling comfortable enough to share this with Matt.

Now it seemed like Chris was making it all up.

Matt listened to his brother babble, but he was paying more attention to his game.

"We met in the locker room a week ago. I had seen her naked, by accident, and I thought she would be mad or something, but she complimented me and said I was 'the hottest freshman she had ever seen."

"Bro, please, be serious." Matt resonated, this time really listening to Chris.

"It's serious!" Chris exclaims, irritated by Matt's contradictions. "I think you know who it is. Her name is y/n, she's a sen-

"WHAT?" Matt's eyes widen in disbelief at what he had just heard.

Chris is confused by the unusual reaction.

Before he can say anything, Matt is walking down the hallway with heavy steps.

You're sitting in your solid wood chair, eating your chocolate cupcake with sprinkles when the door to your room suddenly opens and the figure of an angry Matt appears.

He walks over to you quickly, slapping your hand, making your cupcake fall to the floor.

"Hey!! that was my last cupcake, motherfucker!" you exclaim irritated.

"You really are a needy bitch, aren't you? Out of everyone in this fucking university, you wanted to fuck my brother."

oops

You remain expressionless for a second and Chris appears right behind Matt.

"Matt, what the f-" the younger tries to assimilate the entire situation before him. It was already obvious to him that Matt knew you.

You ignore Matt's prone pose and look shamelessly at Chris.

Still sitting in the chair, you lie: "Look, I didn't know he was your brother."

Matt grits his teeth.

"What the fuck is going on?" Chris asks.

You walk to the bedroom door and lock it.

When you pass them, the boys can see that you were only wearing panties and a transparent white blouse, showing your breasts with shiny tips due to the star piercings...

Chris looks away from your breasts, but it was too late. "Do you like what you see?" you ask with a damn smile.

"I really enjoyed last night..." you say, pulling Chris's hand to sit on your bed and he does so. Matt crosses his arms, poking his cheek with his tongue. You decide to make Matt even angrier by sitting on one of Chris's thighs without warning. "What do you think we continue where we left off?" your gaze is completely fixed on Chris and you see the pupils in his blue eyes dilating.

You revel in the whole situation.

Something really fun could be about to happen and you weren't going to let it slip away.

"You make me sick!" Matt says, interrupting your moment with his little brother. "Chris, forget about this bitch. She couldn't be content with rubbing her ass on me and now she wants to rub it on you too.

"Wait you guys already-"

"Ah! But that was a long time ago, baby. Matt is jealous. You don't mind, do you?" One of your hands holds Chris's chin, making him look only at you.

Despite the awkward situation, Chris didn't mind that you had sex with Matt. Chris was naughty and needy, and having you sitting on his lap with your perky breasts almost exposed was really driving him crazy.

Maybe he just didn't care now.

Before Matt could say anything and ruin your simple moment of happiness, you start kissing Chris's face and this causes an intriguing shiver on the back of his neck, sending vibrations to his cock.

You laugh softly at the way his body reacted. "You're so sensitive..." Chris blushes.

"He's a virgin." Matt interrupts you, paying close attention to your body.

He didn't want to embarrass Chris but he was starting to get jealous about the inappropriate situation.

For a second you had forgotten that the grumpy hot brother was standing there in the middle of the room, after all, at the moment described, you only had eyes for the sensitive hot brother.

Chris exposed his irritation to Matt, however, before he could say anything, you intervened. "Oh, so that's it!" Your mouth opens in surprise, but that only makes you more captivated about Chris.

That should explain last night.

"I can fix that, love." Your hand is on Chris's cheek and your mouth plants a little kiss near his mouth. "Do you want it?" You ask suggestively.

Chris nods with gradual fascination. One of his hands went to your thigh and you loved the way he didn't refrain from touching you. He was a virgin without scruples, just like you once were.

"Matthew, you can either go outside or you can stay there watching. I'm sure Chris won't mind."

Matt felt helpless and challenged.

What? Did you think he was going to go out and be humiliated by his own brother?

He was too proud to just let you say that shit without at least fucking all the arrogance out of your body.

Matt clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, standing next to you, making you sit between the two of them with your legs wide open like a trained dog. He pulled your face and touched his lips to yours, moved by the shamelessness on your face and a tremendous desire to feel your body against his.

You let go of Matt, feeling his hand run over your pussy covered and wet with natural lubrication. He teased you the way you liked. You turned to Chris and kissed him, while Matt licked and dragged his tongue down your neck.

"Tell me, baby, have you ever sucked a needy pussy?" He silently denied. "It's quite easy, I'll show you."

Chris complied with your request when you gestured for him to kneel between your legs. You rudely removed Matt's hand, pushing your panties aside to show Chris how wet and thirsty for him you were. Chris was ecstatic and his mouth watered. Your hand went to the back of his neck, forcing him against your heat and he gladly accepted, touching his warm tongue to your clit. He sucked and licked precisely, seeming to know exactly what to do. You moaned loudly at his actions, loving the feel of your pussy being so wet. Matt took off your shirt, revealing your tits that he didn't hesitate to put in his mouth, partially sucking each of your nipples, grabbing your breasts roughly.

"Hmmm. Fuck, that's it. So good." you screamed as Chris added a finger inside your entrance without warning. You pulled his hair, forcing him even deeper into your pussy. Matt stopped sucking on your nipples, which were swollen by the pressure caused by his lips, and kissed your mouth again. He took off his belt and exposed his cock, forcing your mouth violently against it, making you gag. He pulled his member out of your warm mouth and without even waiting for you to catch your breath, he shoved his entire hard cock into your mouth again, gripping your hair tightly, he fucked your mouth listening to the wet noises his movements caused.

Chris was doing an incredible job eating you out. His cock was rock hard, feeling quite appreciated having that wet pussy in his face. By that point your panties were already disgusting and soaked. He added another finger inside you, but your moans were muffled by Matt's pre-cum-filled tip in your throat, leaving you breathless.

Matt couldn't help but squeeze your throat roughly just so he could feel his size in the palm of his hand. The feeling of his weight against your tongue was delirious. "You filthy slut. You love having a cock in that dirty mouth, don't you?"

The scarcity took over your entire body, as the overwhelming urge to cum soon reached your lower abdomen when Chris rubbed your clit, fingering you deliciously. You separated your lips from Matt's cock to say weakly: "I-I'm going to cum."

Hearing this, a sick and arrogant idea took over Matt. The excitement in his body was massive and vulgar. He stopped his movements to say: "Chris, stop sucking it." The younger simply obeyed with the corners of his mouth and his chin full of lubrication.

"No, no..." you whimper, tears falling down your flushed cheeks.

Matt gets out of bed, grabbing the wooden chair and placing it in a space next to the bed. "Sit down." He says and Chris does as he's told. Matt rips your lace panties off easily and pulls you up by your hair, leaving your scalp sore. He makes you stand up, facing Chris, holding both your hands against your back. "Look at her, Chris. She's a dirty greedy slut who'll do anything to have a cock fucking her tight pussy." Your aroused state of mind is harmful. Matt's words make you wetter and wetter. "She wanted to use you to satisfy her nasty fetishes, so in that case she deserves to be fucked hard, don't you think?" he whispers in your ear but Chris hears his older brother's words very well. "Or maybe it would be better to just cum on those beautiful little tits and leave." Matt gave a sick smile, slapping your breasts hard. You protested against his words, letting out distressed whimpers.

Chris didn't take his eyes off the defeated figure in front of him - his lust was delirious, eager to be inside you. He bit his lip, thinking seriously about Matt's proposal. He knew it was a bluff, he wouldn't go anywhere without fucking you first. Even though he was completely inexperienced, he was assiduous and articulate. Chris took off his pants, freeing his stubborn cock.

Matt threw you against Chris who held you firmly, unable to do anything he turned you so that your back was to him and stuck his cock deep inside you entrance. You were surprised and confused by the way he held you so perfectly.

Had he lied about being a virgin? And was this all just some ruse between him and Matt?

But these external thoughts dissipated when he stuck his cock in your tight little entrance. Your moans were constant and high-pitched - you loved feeling so full. Chris made a tremendous effort not to appear helpless in the face of that overwhelming sensation of being inside a pussy for the first time. He grunted when you wiggled on his lap. "Fuck me, please," you begged Chris in a sly voice that only Matt had ever heard before.

He complied with your request, captivated, held your smooth thighs and began thrusting inside you. Matt pulled you forward and stuck his cock in your mouth again and you sucked it deliberately. He put you in an uncomfortable position, but your sexual decline was so massive that he didn't even care about the pathetic way you were. You felt full in every way. Chris felt confident enough to increase the pace of his rough thrusts, he felt a longing stimulation tangling in his chest as he hit your g-spot harshly. He squeezed one of your tits, amazed at the feel of the metal piercing as it pinched your nipple.

With one hand holding his own penis and the other in your messy hair, Matt took his cock out of your mouth, looking at you with dark eyes. He pulled your head back when you tried to suck him and did it again when you risked the attempt. Chris kept your arms behind your back, which irritated you because you couldn't hold Matt's cock. You stuck your tongue out, circling Matt's tip, he dared to run his cock over your sweaty face the way you loved so much...

"So obedient, accepting two dicks! Is that what you wanted, hum? Matt asks you with a smile on his lips and you smile back, nodding in affirmation.

Chris couldn't hold it any longer, the rush to empty himself took over him. You moved against his thrusts, increasing the rhythm and fomenting your heat closer and closer to your climax, but before he squirted jets of sperm inside your tortured entrance, you came screaming loudly, feeling a rush of pleasurable emotions throughout your body. Chris lets go of your hands and holds you by the hips, he cums infamously inside you, moaning deeply.

Before you can recover from all that exhausting and intoxicating commotion, Matt lifts you from Chris' lap and throws you on the edge of the bed, thrusting himself carelessly inside you. The stimulation in your sensitive pussy makes you scream desperately, trying to push Matt out, but he holds your hands on top of your head. He puts one of your legs on his shoulder and fucks you without limits. "Didn't you want to fucking cum?" he moans and you are still screaming from the sensitivity. Matt could feel the white liquids running down your broken entrance, and as he thrusts once more, he pulls his cock out of your entrance, he masturbates quickly and cums right on your abdomen.

All three of you are panting and exhausted. You let out a frank laugh and Matt gets off of you thinking that, although you drove him crazy, he really loved fucking you.

Chris was trying to process what had just happened.

And you? Well, you're sure this isn't the last time this will happen. It's all about patience!

part 1

to my hot girlfriend: @aniesvision

[rei-ismyname]

Chuck. Dude.

Xavier has a habit of freaking TF out and doubling down whenever he feels really guilty/worried, usually the former and usually his fault. This blow up is weird because of how irrational it is. The Juggernaut is really not that big a deal. Like he's 'unstoppable' except for every single time they've fought him, he's up against the whole ANAD squad, and they're across the Atlantic ocean.

MF doesn't even ask - he just orders Scott to go and expects he'll hop to it. Scott's 'not this time' reads like he's wanted to say no before but hasn't. Scott has given a lot to the X-Men since he was 15. Chuck has already flipped when he tries to browbeat him with utilitarian calculus but he doesn't explode until the third denial. It's pretty uncomfortable how Scott flinches at his raised backhand, but using 'all he's done for him' as ammo might be worse. Sure, he took Scott in... with strings attached.

'Lucky... Before...Gained too much of a hold on young Scott.'

It's been portrayed several times but the broad strokes are the same - Chuck 'found' Scott in the abusive care of Jack Winter, who was traumatizing the fuck out of him by using as a living weapon. Surely only an evil mutant would do such a thing.

Once Jack is dealt with Scott despairs his situation, as he's been homeless and on the run after getting out of the worst orphanage in existence. He's 15 and has literally nowhere to go. He gives enthusiastic consent here but Chuck headhunted him for his own reasons and what was the alternative? There's no period of recuperation or anything - the pitch comes a few moments after being freed from a life or death situation as a traumatized kid.

What would happen if he said no, or needed time to think about it? 'No one but you' and 'whatever you say, sir' are open to interpretation but I think the most generous reading is that they helped each other. Really generous. Either way, Chuck throwing it in his face the first time he says no/asserts independence is pretty fucked up and revealing.

Chuck's methods of getting Scott to do what he wants here are first ordering, then cajoling, then leaning on past 'debt' as emotional blackmail. For comparison,that's how Silver Age Magneto kept the Maximoffs in line. Scott has been fighting his war for years at this point - since he was 15 - and it's bought him very little happiness. Even the most charitable interpretation of the relationship has me wishing they'd talk about this stuff openly. I really want to know how each man views the arrangement.

It wouldn't surprise me if Chuck viewed himself as entirely benevolent, in line with his self image as the kindly professor who was an uncomplicated positive force in the X-Men's lives. We know he views Scott like a son and what else can you call offering permanent residence and mentorship but adoption? Scott himself has a more complicated view, depending on when you ask him. It's certainly his dream, his X-Men, etc though. The 'ungrateful...' and bringing up 'I took you in' makes it look emotionally abusive no matter what their relationship is. Whether that's intentional or we're seeing Chuck at his worst as I alluded in the introduction (or both,) it's complicated yet no less hurtful for all that. I'm probably biased there though, what do you think?

[ms-demeanor]

I'm registering for classes and I'm indecisive. Help me figure out what class I should take. This is the last class on my schedule, the other classes are set; this is not to advance toward any particular degree just a thing to have on my schedule to take a break from other subjects.

I'm leaning toward infectious diseases, water systems, accounting, or spanish, I think, but physical geology is taught by the wonderfully radical oceanography professor I had last year.

[escapewriter]

on air masterlist || svt social media au

⤷ listening to your favorite podcast was a friday ritual—something you looked forward to every week. you’d become such a regular listener that you even started to notice the subtle segment with the unknown voice in the background. you never imagined that voice to belong to someone who would change everything.

pairing: student!jeonghan x student!reader

genre: fluff, humor, smau, friends to lovers au, podcast au, college au

warnings: swearing, suggestive/nsfw jokes, literal chaos, there is a lot of heavy banter/joking around, tbh this will update as time goes on.

status: in progress

started: 6/23/25

ended: tba

updates: monday + friday (could be any bc im not consistent🥲)

a/n: its been a while since i last wrote a svt smau so i’m very excited for this one!! i hope you guys like it! i tried a new format for this since it surrounds the idea of a podcast. also algebra is jeonghan, calculus is hoshi, and geometry is wonwoo lol (context).

there wont be a taglist for this, im sorry

svt smau masterlist || main masterlist

introductions - meet the hosts!

-> [ reader ] — [ jeonghan ]

episode 1 - welcome back!

-> [ offline ] — [ on air ]

episode 2 - summer talks!

-> [ offline ] — [ on air ]

…

stay tuned every monday and friday!

[ppyopulii]

maestro’s muse 💿 interview no. 13

PREVIEW. Has HYBEHAX always been this… unserious?

FEATURING. lee jihoon x gn!reader, various non-idol!hybe groups & reader GENRE(S). coming of age, fluff, some angst LENGTH | WC. <10min | 2.2k words EXPLICITS. soonyoung is chaotic. & i guess one (1) curse word

JAY’S MUSINGS. prologue (part two) for maestro’s muse, the series. not every part will be written in screenplay, just like how not every part will be written in smau format, just like how not every part will be written in prose, etc etc... just havin’ fun writing (: enjoy!

www.hybehax.tech/interview

THE INTERVIEW FADE IN.

A cozy dorm room lined with comforting trinkets. The digital clock sitting on a neatly stacked shelf indicates it's almost half past seven o'clock. It’s quiet in the shared bedroom, and YOU (college freshman, music fanatic, prospective HYBEHAX organizer) sit at the desk, nervously tugging on your bottom lip with your teeth.

A monitor shows the join feature of a Zoom call. YOU stare back at yourself through the small camera screen displayed.

There’s a soft ping from a notification. A pause, and then YOU take a deep breath and click the join button.

On the screen, SEUNGCHEOL (college junior, President of HYBEHAX, mutual acquaintance of YOU) smiles at you from his impressive HD face-cam.

SEUNGCHEOL Hello, we’ll get started in just a minute. Soonyoung is having some difficulty logging on.

Shuffling noises sound from another screen. JIHOON (college sophomore, Internal Vice President of HYBEHAX, music theory classmate of YOU) grumbles under his breath.

JIHOON (irritated) You’d think with this being his thirteenth interview he’d have gotten the hang of it now.

SEUNGCHEOL (warning) Jihoon.

JIHOON mumbles a sorry and mutes. A minute passes and SOONYOUNG (college sophomore, External Vice President of HYBEHAX, friend of YOU) pops up on-screen, face grainy from bad internet.

SOONYOUNG Hi! Nice to see you!

YOU (warmly) Hey, Soonyoung. Still doing alright in your math classes?

SOONYOUNG (groaning) Not the same without you, man. You actually carried me through calculus.

YOU Aren’t you just in business statistics now? How hard can that be?

SOONYOUNG Don’t ask.

There’s a few coughs from SEUNGCHEOL. Conversation dies down and SEUNGCHEOL moves his camera to center himself on screen.

SEUNGCHEOL Alright, hello and welcome to your HYBEHAX organizer interview! Thank you for taking the time to apply; we were impressed by your application. Now that we’re here, think of this as a time for us to get to know each other, and for you to ask us any questions you have.

SOONYOUNG (interjecting) It’s really lowkey, don’t worry.

SEUNGCHEOL clicks his tongue. SOONYOUNG giggles and mutes.

SEUNGCHEOL We’ll start with a round of introductions. I’m Choi Seungcheol, a rising senior and double major in computer science and mathematics. I’m also the current President of HYBEHAX. I run pretty much… everything? Let’s see… uh, I’ve been an organizer of HYBEHAX since I was a sophomore, but I’ve been involved with hackathons since I was fifteen. I actually remember trying to code my first project in that 24-hour period. Even though I barely had any idea what I was doing, all the organizers and my teammates were so nice. Made me feel really welcomed.

YOU (smiling from ear-to-ear) Fifteen? That’s some serious dedication, I respect it. What drew you to want to be HYBEHAX’s President?

SEUNGCHEOL’s lips part in an ‘o’, like he’s surprised YOU asked a question.

SEUNGCHEOL Well… I guess you can say I’ve grown attached? The people that I’ve met and grown with through HYBEHAX have really made my college years worth it. That, and I want to be able to keep organizing a space that made me feel as safe as I did as a kid.

YOU Yeah, I understand. That’s really admirable, congratulations!

SEUNGCHEOL Thank you, that means a lot. I really hope I can continue to make this upcoming hackathon worthwhile to attend, especially since it’ll be my last year being an organizer.

SOONYOUNG unmutes.

SOONYOUNG And it’s our 10th year!

SEUNGCHEOL (laughing, albeit stressed) Yeah, that too. Ah… how could I forget?

A tense silence falls on the four. YOU shift your focus to SOONYOUNG to alleviate the tension.

YOU Wanna introduce yourself next?

SOONYOUNG Oh! Yeah, I can. You already know me, but I’m Soonyoung, EVP of HYBEHAX. I manage all the external affairs, like talking to building managers for renting and university officials for fundings of our hackathon. I’ve been organizing for awhile too, like Cheol-hyung, and I’m super excited for this year!

YOU (joking) You, trusted with money?

SOONYOUNG (mock offense) Yah, I’m literally a business major!

YOU Yeah yeah, whatever. What’s been your favorite part?

SOONYOUNG’s eyes light up.

SOONYOUNG Shopping!

YOU Shopping?

SOONYOUNG For the hackathon! I’m in charge of it.

SEUNGCHEOL (exasperated) With my card.

YOU watch JIHOON snort silently. He unmutes.

JIHOON You get reimbursed by the university, at least.

SEUNGCHEOL (sulking) But does he have to do it with my card?

SOONYOUNG You’re the president!

JIHOON rolls his eyes and scoffs good-naturedly.

JIHOON Hey, we’re in an interview right now.

SOONYOUNG (dismissively) So what? We all know them, and they know us. We worked with them last season when they were a volunteer.

YOU raise an eyebrow.

YOU Shouldn’t we at least try to maintain some formality though? Just for record’s sake?

SEUNGCHEOL …they have a point. Jihoon, go ahead and introduce yourself and we’ll actually start asking questions.

JIHOON Hi. My name is Lee Jihoon, I’ll be your Internal Vice President. Rising junior, computer science major. I work specifically on the inner-running logistics of HYBEHAX.

YOU nod and go silent at his lackluster introduction. SEUNGCHEOL chuckles.

SEUNGCHEOL Ah… Jihoon-ah is what keeps this club running. Think of him as the maestro conducting the orchestra—his back is to you but he’s secretly doing all the work.

SOONYOUNG (laughing) You’re making him sound like he does more than you.

JIHOON presses a palm to his face. His facecam slightly lags, blipping the view for a second.

SEUNGCHEOL (clearly enjoying the teasing) Well, at this point he basically does. Once I graduate he’ll be first runner up for President.

SOONYOUNG grins. His camera goes slightly out of focus as he rocks back and forth in his chair.

YOU Well, it’s nice to meet you Jihoon.

JIHOON Likewise.

There’s a beat of silence as YOU and JIHOON stare each other down via webcam. His gaze is sharp, meticulous. Yours is relaxed with a hint of a smile.

SOONYOUNG So formal. Why don’t you go next?

YOU Alright… hi everyone! Thank you for taking the time to meet with me. I’m a computer science major with a focus in front-end development, but I hope career-wise to go into front-end regarding data science. I was a volunteer this past fall for HYBEHAX and I really loved helping with the event, so I want to try my hand at organizing this year.

SOONYOUNG You were running around like crazy during the event. I think I saw you like, twice?

YOU (laughing awkwardly) Yeah… the last Marketing Team lead kind of recruited me. I ran around with them a lot getting pictures.

SEUNGCHEOL (amused) I specifically remember you during the welcoming speech. The President and I were trying to talk into the mic and you kept telling us to move slightly to the left ‘cause it looked better on camera that way.

YOU Hey! Because of me we had great shots. We can use these for marketing this time around.

SOONYOUNG Oh? You sure you don’t wanna be a part of Marketing Team?

YOU Oh, hell no. 

SEUNGCHEOL and SOONYOUNG burst into laughter. The corner of JIHOON’s lips crack open to reveal a small smile.

SEUNGCHEOL Relax, the Marketing Team Lead from last year left. Our Lead this year will be a lot better.

YOU Glad to hear that.

SEUNGCHEOL Are there any questions you have for us before we get into the specifics of your role?

YOU No, not that I can think of.

SEUNGCHEOL Sounds good! If there are any questions you have along the way, feel free to ask.

SOONYOUNG (raising his hand, not unlike a too-excited kid in school) I have a question!

Metaphorical lights dim. YOU fidget with the hem of your shirt. JIHOON bites his lip to fight a smirk.

JIHOON Yah, you’re the EVP, not Pres.

SEUNGCHEOL (skeptically) No, go ahead Soonyoung.

SOONYOUNG What made you choose Design Team instead of Tech? You’re a CS major, aren’t you?

YOU smile, as if expecting this question.

YOU I did briefly mention this in my application, but I feel like the integration between the arts and technology is so important to cherish and understand these days. Bridging that gap between two worlds that are seemingly unrelated is what I want to do—technology can be used to create art, and art can be used to create technology. It’s all relative, I feel.

JIHOON nods along appreciatively to your words. SEUNGCHEOL is listening intently.

SEUNGCHEOL As an organizer, you’re expected to specialize in your team’s work. You, on the other hand, have experience in multiple aspects—marketing, tech, design. Like Soonyoung said, we all saw how hard-working you were last season as a volunteer. We’d love for you to join us as a proper organizer for our 10th year.

YOU Thank you, that's very sweet of you. I'd be honored!

SOONYOUNG Oh, right. You said you’d be interested in being a Team Lead, too—are you still interested in that?

YOU Yeah, I think it would be fun. What specifically does Design Team Lead do?

SOONYOUNG You’ll be in charge of designating tasks to the members. Last season we only had, um, one member on Design Team. It was a lot and incredibly overwhelming and they quit. Understandably. So having someone who oversees everything would be preferable.

SEUNGCHEOL Yep, things like the sponsorship packet that goes out to sponsors, merchandise for the organizers and participants—those tasks wouldn’t necessarily be completed by you, but you would be in charge of making sure they’re getting done on time and in a professional manner.

YOU That sounds doable. If I’m being honest, I’d feel better managing tasks. I feel like I’d be pressured a lot to go above and beyond if I was just a regular organizer.

JIHOON Do you have experience in leadership?

YOU Only a little bit, but I’m definitely open to learning more, of course. I lead an outreach organization for my scholarship program.

SEUNGCHEOL (nodding along) Impressive.

SOONYOUNG We can call it, right? They’ll be our new Design Team Lead?

YOU Hey, I’d be down if you guys are down. This interview is more relaxing than I thought; barely even one at this point too.

JIHOON (shrugging) Only because we know you from the previous season.

YOU smile at him and JIHOON breaks eye contact.

YOU Question.

SEUNGCHEOL Yeah, what's up?

YOU Has HYBEHAX always been this… unserious?

SOONYOUNG Yes—

SEUNGCHEOL, JIHOON (simultaneously) No.

YOU Well. Glad to join the team anyways.

SOONYOUNG excitedly claps his hands. His screen lags.

SOONYOUNG Does that mean it’s a yes?!

YOU ‘Course. Anything for my calc buddy.

The man pumps a fist into the air and his webcam freezes. JIHOON audibly sighs.

JIHOON We’ll send you the contract via email soon. It just goes over more generalized rules about being an organizer—attending weekly meetings, making sure you keep up with your team, the usual.

SEUNGCHEOL Happy to have you!

YOU Thank you guys so much. I’ll be sure to not disappoint!

SOONYOUNG’s frames cut back into view. He’s peering at the camera and making gibberish noises.

SOONYOUNG Hello? Hell-oo? Can you guys hear me?

JIHOON (mumbling to himself) …and this is why he’s the EVP and not on Tech Team.

SEUNGCHEOL (exasperated fondness) Yes, Soonyoung, we can hear you.

SOONYOUNG Awesome! We’ll send you the paperwork right away so you can officially become an organizer!

JIHOON I already said that.

SOONYOUNG pouts and begins to whine, to which JIHOON huffs at. SEUNGCHEOL forcibly mutes them both.

SEUNGCHEOL

Anyway, I’ll also send you the Discord link to the server with the contract. That’s our main way of communication. As for the contract, it’s a PDF—you can sign it by like, opening it up in Adobe and using the pen tool. No need for fancy formalities.

YOU (laughing) Alright, sounds good. Thank you guys again for this opportunity!

SOONYOUNG is making cringey aegyo hearts at his camera. Your laptop begins to whirr softly from overheating.

SEUNGCHEOL Thank you for being interested in joining us. Details about our first meeting will be out soon. See you then, okay?

YOU See you then! Have a good night!

SEUNGCHEOL beams at YOU. YOU note his barely there dimple and fight back a smile.

On the other hand, JIHOON types a ‘Have a good night, thank you’ before promptly leaving the call. SOONYOUNG waves goodbye for an eternity before being kicked off by SEUNGCHEOL.

YOU wave and press the leave button. The call drops and your laptop quiets down. It’s suddenly silent in the bedroom, and YOU let out a yawn as YOU stretch your arms above your head.

YOU Welp. Design Team Lead, here I come.

FADE OUT. END.

[andromedabooks]

Score: One - Zero

Summary: In which Spencer meets Dr. Eleanor "Nora" Johansen, and he feels a way about it that's for sure

Tags/CWs: Rivals (maybe. A little bit), Friends to Lovers

A/N: It's an origin story! This may be a series (no promises). And I know what's on the chalkboard in the photos is calculus which is not related to neuroscience. Leave me alone.

Spencer Reid tended to inhabit the role of the insufferable genius. Since he was young, going back as far as kindergarten, he’d been shunned by his peers. Sideways glances cropped up on the playground when he approached other kids to play. Those turned into snide comments which turned into relentless bullying. 

When he went to Caltech however, it turned to a quieter form of jealousy. He’d had “friends” at Caltech, but they had never really been genuine. They’d always had something to gain from him. Some answers to a problem set or an in with a teacher or simply a status symbol to tote around campus. 

The BAU were the first real friends he’d had. Friends with nothing to gain from him. Nothing personal at least. The only thing to gain was innocent lives, which felt a lot better than some GPA boost. 

Elle’s replacement, though, was a rude reminder of the world he’d left behind when he joined the FBI. Another PhD, another intellectual. Doctor Nora Johansen. PhD in behavioral neuroscience with an additional masters in forensic medical sciences, high IQ, a few popularly cited research papers, the works. Oh and only one year older than the “boy genius” himself. Because Spencer, it seemed, was not quite as special as he’d been led to believe. 

“Excited to have someone your own speed on board?” Morgan clapped him on the back as he walked into the roundtable room. 

“Something like that,” he murmured, following resolutely behind. This would be their first meeting with her, an introduction to their new team member. Spencer was doing a poor job hiding his distaste. He really hated change. 

She was seated by herself in the roundtable room when the pair arrived, sitting stiffly upright as if braced for some impact. The woman, despite her professional dress and collected if slightly tense demeanor sitting at the table, jumped eagerly to her feet the moment they walked in. That told him she was able to act her age, though she wanted to appear older. She was dressed in pressed black slacks, black loafers, and a white button-down. Long, honeyed blonde hair fell down her back in loose waves that had been pinned back from her face with some well placed hair pins. Her eyes, though, were the thing that really caught his attention. They were startlingly green and sharp, imposing even. They were the sort of eyes that birds had, the ones that were so clearly taking stock of the whole picture in front of them from their advantageous perch. Eagle eyes, if you will. 

“Hi there. I’m Doctor Nora Johansen.” She extended a hand to shake. 

Morgan, of course, took it. “SSA Derek Morgan,” he said. He stepped to the side and she extended that same hand to Spencer. Spencer blanched, staring down at the well manicured appendage. Derek swooped in to save him. “Sorry about him, he doesn’t like touch.

“Did you know the number of pathogens exchanged in a handshake is staggering? It’d actually be safer to kiss.” Spencer felt in his element sharing facts. It was what he knew best. 

And so it threw him off his game terribly when he raised her delicately arched eyebrows and asked, “Are you asking to kiss me?” 

Suddenly, his overly active brain was full of static. The dial up tone might as well have been playing out of his ears like speakers. “Uh n— no. No not at all I was just telling you about a uh,” he paused, feeling his face heat. “Fun fact.” 

Morgan let out a sharp laugh. “Oh yeah, new girl. You’ll fit in just fine.” 

Emily and JJ filed in after them, chattering about some episode of a true crime show they’d be watching together. Why they wanted to watch a true crime show when they lived one at work, Spencer had no idea. 

“Hi there,” the new girl introduced herself warmly, if in a bit more collected manner. “I’m Doctor Nora Johansen.” 

“Another Doctor, eh?,” Emily said, chuckling a bit. “At this point we’re going to be outnumbered by brainiacs.” 

“Prentiss, play nice,” JJ warned before she smiled her bright, welcoming smile at Nora. “I’m Jennifer but call me JJ.” 

“I’ve always thought J was the best last initial to have. The nickname capacity is endless.” Nora smiled at JJ as if they shared a secret. “NJ doesn’t really roll off the tongue,” Morgan countered. 

“EJ,” she corrected. “Technically my name’s Eleanor but I’ve been Nora since the day I was born pretty much.” 

“Like Eleanor Roosevelt?” Prentiss asked. 

Nora laughed good naturedly. “God, you’ve spent too much time in the government.” She paused to seemingly consider the words catching up with her. “No offense,” she added belatedly. “But I was named after Eleanor Rigby.” 

The chatter went on about nicknames and the Beatles and favorite songs that Spencer wasn’t familiar with until Hotch and Gideon arrived. Spencer felt an unwelcome rush of jealousy at how well she fit in. He’d never been one for smooth conversation and easy introductions. This woman, though, seemed to, in Morgan’s words, fit in just fine. 

“Ah Doctor Johansen,” Hotch then did something uncharacteristic and pulled the young woman into a one-armed hug. “Good to see you. I trust you’ve met Agents Prentiss, Morgan, and Jareau and Doctor Reid.” 

“Yes, sir,” she said, smiling at him with familiarity. Spencer noted that for later.

“Jason Gideon,” Gideon reached out to shake her hand which she took. “Wonderful to have you.”  

“Let’s focus up,” Hotch said. “You’ll have time to get to know our new teammate on the jet.” 

The team sat while JJ briefed them on a missing persons case in North Mamon Pennsylvania. Spencer didn’t take notes—everything was stored in his head, neatly filed away—so he was free to watch their new recruit out of the corner of his eye. Her handwriting was terrible meaning she was likely creative, fast-thinking, and independent. She used a particular pen, dark ink that dried quickly but not quickly enough so as not to smudge. If he turned her hand over he would likely see ink streaks across the side of her palm. She used some kind of shorthand that took her handwriting from messy to indistinguishable. 

Categorically speaking, she was pretty. Pleasingly sharp bone structure, facial symmetry, long, healthy hair that indicated a natural blonde rather than a bottle blonde, wide eyes widened just a little by some clever makeup tricks that were a bit beyond Spencer’s expertise. Her skin was smooth and even, with just a slight tan that suggested she’d vacationed in the sun some time ago. The smoothness was marred by a slight furrow between her eyebrows that didn’t smooth, even when Hotch said, “Wheels up in thirty.” 

“Hope you got a go bag, new girl,” Morgan quipped as the pair left the room. 

She didn’t say anything, just lifted another one of those perfectly sculpted eyebrows and shouldered an old school duffle bag. “Who do you think you’re talking to?” 

Morgan laughed and clapped her on the shoulder as if they’d be friends for years. He dragged her along with him and Spencer was the last one out of the door. 

Thirty five minutes later the seven of them were on the jet at cruising altitude. Nora sat with Hotch going over files. 

“Tell me what you see,” Hotch said, looking quizzically at her. Spencer remembered that question. He’d been asked that question so many times in the not-to-distant past. 

“No one believes they're really missing,” she said, voice soft. “But the mother is convinced they’ve been taken and statistically the number of teen girls who aren’t reported missing in the first 48 hours is staggering. The mother’s reasoning is that all three voicemails are the exact same in wording, as if they’re reading from a script. She claims that just disappearing like this is out of character for the girls. I’m inclined to agree. One of these girls is a committed athlete. Her academic and disciplinary record is important even though she’s currently a senior and, as it stands, it’s without a scratch. It would be reasonable to assume her friends would be similar as teenagers are particularly inclined to surround themselves with similar people for security and pack mentality. If it were to be a script this unsub would need to have a more than surface level understanding of their community and their schedule. He would have to be one of them rather than an outsider.” 

There was a spark of approval in Hotch’s eyes that Spencer could only see because he’d damn near Pavloved himself to look for it. 

He turned away from the two of them back to his case file. 

“You got a shit poker face, kid,” Morgan said, sitting down across the table from him. “What’s up?” Morgan raised his eyebrows, shoveling cashews into his mouth as he waited for Reid to fold. 

“Nothing,” he mumbled so as not to be heard by the rest of the team. “Just feel like Hotch is playing favorites.” 

“It’s called training, Spencer. I know you remember that with that fancy memory of yours.” 

Spencer rolled his eyes in a way that only Morgan ever provoked in him. “Shut up, you know what I mean.” 

“Yeah, I do. And if Gideon gets to bring on a protegé to train, then Hotch does too,” Morgan said through a mouthful of cashews. “Turnabout is fair play, Reid.” 

Spencer rolled his eyes. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.” Sometimes he felt like a child around Morgan. A petulant younger sibling who didn’t much appreciate his big brother’s teasing. It was nice in a way. After all, the BAU was a family. He was skeptical of how this woman would fit into their family. 

“So I suppose it’s your turn to babysit,” she said, conversationally as the pair of them walked out onto a precisely cut grass football field. “It’s like I’m on a summer camp activity rotation.” 

“Something like that,” Reid said. She was correct. Hotch was strategically placing her with different members of the team. Knowing Hotch, it was in the hopes that she would swiftly acclimate to the team and they to her, as well as her learning the ropes of everyone’s different roles within their well oiled machine. The pair were now investigating the site of the pep rally. The game clearly meant something to the unsub. It was their job to see if they could figure out what. But, at this point, the team was really grasping at straws. It likely didn’t mean anything. 

“So if I’m at a pep rally,” she pondered aloud. “As a group of sociable, senior girls, athletes, reasonably popular, I’d probably be somewhere close to the front. But I’d subconsciously be inclined to stick together for safety, just because of the size and rowdiness of the crowd. Though, given I’m around my peers at my school, I’d be a bit more comfortable wandering around.” She turned to look at him. “Got anymore pep-rally-related insight Doctor Reid?” 

“Not really. I was twelve when I was in high school, didn’t go to many pep rallies.” 

“Ah, that would explain the three PhDs by 18.” Nora’s smile held no hint of malice or jealousy. Which made Spencer feel like an asshole. “You know I read a research paper earlier this week about the negative effects skipping grades has on a child’s social-emotional development.” 

He furrowed his eyebrows at her. “Was that an insult?” 

She shrugged, smiling that infuriatingly bright, slightly mischievous smile. It was as if she knew something he didn’t. He hated that feeling. “If you want it to be an insult, then it is one. If you don’t, it’s not. I can email you the paper if you’re interested in forming your own opinion. It was recently published, I’m surprised you haven’t come across it what with all those papers you read.” 

Spencer quirked an eyebrow in question. “I never said anything about reading research papers in my free time. Come to think of it, I never said anything about having more than one PhD either.” 

That, of all things, seemed to catch her off guard. She flushed a bit, looking sheepish. “Sorry, I probably shouldn’t have known that. I noticed how many papers you’ve published and I made an educated guess that you’d read them as well.” 

“You’ve read my papers?” 

“Yeah, sorry if that’s creepy. I just did some ah, research on you all the other day.” She offered a tight smile that reminded Spencer of himself. “I was a little nervous for my first day.” 

Spencer couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at that. “I get the feeling. It’s not creepy at all, you just might be the only person on the team who’s actually read anything of mine.”

Nora frowned at that, the furrow between her brows coming back in a way Spencer found slightly endearing. “I can’t imagine why not. I mean they weren’t a light read by any means but I thought they were fairly understandable.” 

“You also have a PhD, Doctor Johansen,” Spencer reminded her, sharing a conspiratorial smile. 

She scoffed just a bit. “Please, no need for honorifics, call me Nora.” 

“Then call me Spencer.” 

“Alright, Spencer,” she said, grinning up at him in a mischievous sort of way. “Then I’ll have you know I think the BAU would find system-environment interaction in quantum thermal machines fascinating.” 

Spencer blinked at her owlishly for a moment. “Did you just cite the name of my dissertation at me, Nora?” 

“I did, yes. Good catch, 187.” 

Spencer consciously rolled his eyes at her. His subconscious hoped that nickname stuck. Because it was new, and it didn’t feel as though it was serious. It didn’t feel that all she saw from him was his IQ. She was, he supposed, similar enough to him that she could see past that sort of thing. Still, Spencer responded in a put upon tone to keep up the charade, “You make me sound like James Bond.” 

Nora shook her head, chuckling under her breath. “That’s so stupid. I’m so mad that you’re right.” 

“You should probably get used to that, me being right and all,” he said, really without thinking. It was something he’d typically say to Morgan or JJ. He forgot for a split second that it wasn’t one of them. 

She, though, took it in stride. “Well you better get used to having someone as smart as you are in the room, 187.” 

“I mean my credentials do say that I have an edge on you.” There was a little too much of Spencer’s true chip on his shoulder that bled into his voice. 

Nora didn’t look at him, resolutely facing ahead. “What? Do you want me to prove it? We should start keeping score.” 

Spencer looked at her with a furrowed brow before realizing she still wasn’t looking at him. “What? Like keeping track of who's right?” 

“Yes. The score is one to zero, Reid. For now,” she added with a little bit of bite to her words. Suddenly, Spencer considered that he might be in over his head, playing a losing game not by virtue of the rules but by virtue of his opponent. 

[galaxymagitech]

1 and 30 for the fic questions!!

Thank you for the ask!!

Fic Writer Ask Game

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

Hmmm. I think it really depends on what you’re there for, because I have two completely different versions of Bruce Wayne living in my head.

fool me thrice is a good introduction to how I write Batfamily dynamics, my characterization of the Batkids, how I develop a plot across scenes, tackle questions in my writing, and write an abusive Bruce Wayne while still maintaining his internal life and not demonizing him. This fic is pretty characteristic of my Bad Parent Bruce Wayne fics, and my writing style in general. If you want to read my Bad Parent Bruce Wayne fics, I’d recommend this as a starting point for how I see things playing out.

Olive Branch, on the other hand, is the introduction I’d recommend for Good/Okay Parent Bruce Wayne. It shows how I deal with misunderstandings, uncertainty, and at least somewhat unreliable narration (which is very common in my fics). Like fool me thrice, it involves extended dialogue and relationship work, but unlike fool me thrice, it is a single scene. In general, the writing style and the way I portray Jason’s internal thoughts vs what he says are a pretty good example of how I normally write.

But honestly, unless it’s in a series, any work is a good starting point I think!

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

I routinely try to push my comfort zone in small ways, such as by trying to write a romance fic or write two characters who I haven’t written interacting before. But I think the second farthest outside my comfort zone I’ve written is actually my most recent multichapter fic, once you cross the line (will you be satisfied?), which is on 2/5 chapters. It’s a TimSteph fic—which is outside my comfort zone due to being romance and not a pairing I’ve read a ton of—but it also contains frank discussions of sex and birth control and on-screen making out. No on-screen sex (I am unwilling to research how people having sex works in practice) but still the only fic that I’ve ever rated M for sexual reasons. I think writing this fic has made me open up a little bit to including more sexual elements in my stories, and it’s also made me think more about tagging practices on AO3.

Surprisingly, the farthest outside my comfort zone I’ve gone was a complete accident. I wrote a fic that was supposed to be dark and kind of messed up, but the first draft fell off the deep end. I decided I couldn’t post it, because I’d unintentionally added subtext. And if I could see that subtext, other people definitively would.

The fic underwent extensive edits. Some of these edits were really, really stupid, such as the Find and Replace incident. In hindsight, I would’ve done it differently, but at the time I was just happy that I brought the fic back into my comfort zone. This story became Graveyard, which doesn’t quite manage to say what I originally intended it to, but at least it doesn’t say anything I didn’t intend it to.

This fic actually did inspire a change in my writing process. Before I write my fics, I now lay out every way I think the fic could be interpreted and decide which interpretation(s) I am okay with and want to explore. And then I develop a plan for how I am going to emphasize the interpretation(s) I intend to emphasize while de-emphasizing alternative ones. Obviously, I can’t control how people view my fics, and people could easily be misinterpreting them. But incorporating this calculus into my writing process at least means I’m not blindsided and can avoid another Graveyard incident that messes up the fic.

This started out in an anxious way, but now it’s more for clarity’s sake. When I write, I have something I want to communicate. Sometimes there’s ambiguity in that, but only specific, intentional ambiguity. But I don’t want to have cracks in my stories (or poems) that lead to validating misinterpretations of my original message. I’m a lot more intentional about what I write now. So overall I think this incident has improved my writing.