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the project

★ pairing: softdom!bangchan x inexperiencedfem!reader

✦summary: Just when you were a little upset about being assigned to a partner on an important project because you felt he was not very competent, you gradually discovered how much he can help you, more than you could have imagined.

♡ genre - warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, college au, cunnilingus, dry humping, fingering, clitplay, marking, pet names, slight praise and corruption kink, multiple orgasms, slow burn maybe

word count: 7.7k

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miniplaylist: earn it by the weeknd / motive by ariana grande / fetish by selena gomez

notes: reader wears glasses

“Alright, before you go, I posted in the announcements who you will be doing the project with, please check well who you were assigned with” sentenced the teacher, taking his stuff.

You sighed, you had completely forgotten to check your notification tray for any notice from the app assigned by your professors for your subjects. You quickly grabbed your cell phone, unlocking it to look for your name next to another of your classmates to work together, you wanted to check it now so you wouldn't let go of whoever you were assigned to on a project of high importance to you.

And there it was. Bang Chan. You didn’t have any expression, you didn’t know him very well, but his face sure was quite familiar to everyone. You looked up in search of your partner, reflexively adjusting your glasses, and looked around the room until you found the guy, who was also sitting there checking his cell phone, and looked up to look for you, exchanging glances.

Chan was quite popular, charming, he was attractive and athletic but he also had a taste for complicated subjects, after all he was in a career where merely numbers and physics were required. And your project was something you were not going to take lightly, besides you had a short time period, it was just Thursday and the professor wanted the most perfect project on Monday and, you knew he was secretly hoping for something extraordinary as you were the best in his class.

You saw Chan approach you, and you couldn’t help but judge him at first sight, he was popular, he was part of a fraternity, and he had a reputation among women; deep inside you felt that he was not the perfect candidate to pair in an academic project but you tried to relax and not stress too much, it would only be a quantum model of which you already had your objective and ideas of what to do, the problem was a bit of paperwork where you had to explain in detail perfectly every part of the model, followed by a few long equations that made your head hurt just thinking about them.

You couldn’t help it, school and your major were never something you joked about, you were there to study and excel if at all possible, you loved to retain information and be complimented on your hard work, and you were always an overachiever from day one.

Finally, after years of sharing the same major, for the first time you observed Bang Chan up close and in detail. You looked up as he was standing and you were sitting. He really was handsome and you recognized him instantly, he had a face in perfect harmony with the rest of his muscular body, he was wearing all black, black combat boots, black jeans slightly tight on his thick athletic thighs and a plain black cloth shirt, highlighting more his tanned ivory skin. You suddenly felt nervous, after all you weren’t a robot and you were still a young woman, stressed out and a college student spending more time on campus than anywhere else; so your brain instantly processed that he was one of the most handsome and popular men on campus, near you, paying attention to you.

“Y/n, you’re my partner, for the project,” he said, with a tender smile revealing unusual dimples beside his smile.

You nodded being a little surprised that he knew who you were instantly, also thinking that you had never heard his voice before, the class wasn’t that interactive anyway, in fact almost none of them were, so you rarely heard him speak in the four classes you shared. You didn’t know what exactly you felt inside you… but you liked it, you were starting to recognize Chan’s hype, from what commonly many other girls thought, yes he was attractive and he took advanced physics classes with that face? It seemed unreal.

You suddenly thought that to take advanced physics classes was for a reason, it seemed criminal to have that face, body and reputation but in the mornings to take hard subjects.

“Mmhum” you hummed coming out of your trance, concentrating on the main thing, the project, “I have an idea of what to do, I can divide what materials we would occupy, to work together and do it, if you want to discuss what it is, we can go outside and talk…”

“Okay, let’s go but I’m sure I’ll agree with you” he suddenly interrupted you, leaving you with the words unfinished in your mouth and this one slightly open.

You nodded again and stood up abruptly, finally walking out of the room.

Chan saw you with tenderness, the truth was that for a long time you had caught his attention and he had his eye on you. Since last semester, in one of your final projects before leaving for summer vacation, since then Chan has not stopped thinking about you, since you spoke so clearly and confidently, like a little know-it-all, you were like a challenge for him, something so unreachable and difficult to achieve; since then he did not associate with more women and lived his day to day with the satisfaction of seeing you far away from the classroom. It seemed like he wasn’t, but he really got shy when it came to you, as he had you on a pedestal where you were a beautiful girl, intelligent, worried about her grades and made proper use of the university campus, genuinely studying. Chan had this innocent crush on you —at the beginning—, you had a nerdy, innocent and docile appearance and your voice was so unique, from one day to the next you drove him crazy and, when he found out that by fate you would work on a project and that there was a perfect excuse to get close to you, his heart wanted to burst out of his chest and he almost went running to give head to his professor for choosing such a perfect match, finally, after months of just seeing you.

Chan sighed, following you and listening attentively to you speak, completely fascinated in you and finding it difficult to retain the information you were telling him about something extremely important and which you spoke passionately about, all his mind could see was you, moving your lips, while the wind moved your hair gracefully, for him you were just saying blah blah, Chan; he only retained information when you pronounced his name. Chan licked his lips, absorbed in your eyes and then your lips, leaning towards you, causing you a little nervousness. Chan frowned softly, his hands clasped behind his back, nodding, pretending to be listening to you. He hadn’t felt like this in a long time, the excitement and innocence of liking and being interested in someone; before you, he lived from one-night stands and on the edge, trying every girl, until he was satisfied, but you, there really was genuine interest.

“Ammh, can you text me everything anyway to my number?” he said, absolutely lost on the topic as he focused on your sudden closeness.

You nodded with a smile that made him melt, he liked you way too much and immediately handed you his cell phone so you could take down your number.

“Mm, how about if we start working on this from tomorrow? I think it will take some time and if we do it sooner is better” you commented, to which Chan nodded frantically at your slightest request.

Then he thought, he had to tutor students in grades below him, go to the gym and then he had a birthday party for one of his dorm mates; but he couldn’t say no to you, he could cancel everything if possible to spend the whole day with you, plus of course, the project was important.

You bit the inside of your cheek somewhat nervously, feeling kind of silly that the only times you invite a cute guy to meet and see each other is only for college work.

“How about tomorrow at 5?” you said again.

Chan felt so fulfilled, it wasn’t a date but he would finally see you outside the classroom, close up.

“Sure! There’s a coffee shop around here two blocks from campus, let’s go tomorrow to work on the project and if you want to eat I’m buying, it doesn’t matter” he smiled at you.

Now you were the one who was somehow captivated by his smile.

“Yes…”

“I’ll send you the address to meet us there.”

Chan was more than excited to at least spend more time with you.

[…]

You were particularly nervous for some reason, since yesterday you kept thinking that genuinely Chan looked like a nice guy, he was kind, attentively answered your messages and easily understood every single thing you told him about the topic for the assignment. Plus he was quite attractive. And your friends started to bother you a little bit too, making you rethink the whole situation…

In your time in college you only concentrated on your classes, you did have the occasional crush on the occasional guy, but no one worth your valuable time. So you got over it right away and went on with your quiet —and stressful— college life, however… that had led you to be completely inexperienced. The issue never bothered you, until you were about to meet another attractive man whom you had a concept that he was absolutely the opposite of you, partying, sociable and charismatic.

But once you arrived and found him there, you realized the similarities you shared, after all you were both studying the same major. You got to know him a little, relaxing the atmosphere, you learned that he had studied to please his father but that somehow he was great at mathematics which softened his studies. That he tutored and that he played a lot of sports. He really seemed nice and his eyes sparkled when he talked to you, an inexplicable fact for you, a reality that he was talking to his crush, for Chan.

And then it was time to meet you. You didn’t quite know what to say, more that your major choice was a matter of enjoyment and you were happy studying what you had been chosen to study. You felt slightly silly since there wasn’t much to say, or at least you thought so at the time.

Then between the pleasant conversation and a cup of coffee for you, and three for Chan, you continued working on the written work, both concentrated and absorbed that the time passed so fast for you, giving you 10 o'clock at night, just the closing time of the coffee shop.

You both picked up your things in sorrow, you had made enough progress, but there was still quite a bit left to do and that made you uneasy somehow, you couldn’t help it, you were going to be quiet until it was finished or almost done, so you suddenly blurted out:

“You live in a frat, right?”

“Mmhu, yes” Chan replied somewhat embarrassed.

He suddenly felt pathetic to be part of such an outdated tradition system.

You sighed, you both carried all the stuff to make the model and had to assemble it as soon as possible. Once again the cool autumn wind hit your bodies.

“We can go to my apartment to… continue” you added, looking him in the eyes and avoiding using the word finish so Chan wouldn’t be forced and feel it tedious.

Chan nodded softly when in reality he was more than excited to meet your place. The two of you took an app ride to your building just a few minutes away from campus.

You weren’t a big fan of college dorms and you weren't interested in joining a sorority either, so a quiet apartment in a neighborhood in the middle of the busy city was more than enough for you.

Chan didn’t think he was able to contain his excitement, watching you fondly in the night light as you made your way to your apartment; until finally arriving where he naturally asked you:

“And do you have roomates?”

He found it a bit impressive that you live a bit far from campus in a decent building on your own.

“Umhm, at the moment I don’t have any but I’m looking and I have candidates.”

Chan nodded in understanding and inwardly thinking that it would be more than a treat to be able to see your apartment. You really were looking for a roommate, living alone and being a college student paying for everything could be stressful.

“You can leave things on the table” you said, also leaving your laptop there.

He listened to you and slyly looked around the place. It was a nice place, with just enough room for you and someone else, with a big window reflecting the lights from the building across the street. You a little, not uncomfortable, but strange to have a man in your apartment looked so out of the ordinary, if you were even sharing time with another man was something abnormal, let alone a handsome and popular guy like Chan was.

“Well…” you spoke, somewhat nervously, lifting your glasses to rest the bridge of your nose for a second, rubbing it gently, suddenly you looked into the kitchen and were embarrassed to realize you hadn’t eaten and he would probably be hungry, “God, I never asked, do you want some dinner? I tend to forget about food when I’m under some pressure.”

Chan looked at you tenderly at first as you spoke, then his expression changed to one of concern.

“Are you skipping meals? Are you stressed now?”

His sudden answers surprised you.

“Oh, no, it’s just that… I usually work and do homework continuously that it’s very common that from time to time, I don’t eat, but if you want to do it we can order something, it’s kind of late” you answered somewhat nervously, the tiredness and Chan’s attractive image in your apartment were starting to be a certain kind of effect.

“Alright. Let’s order something” he smiled, Chan wasn’t that hungry but hearing that you used to skip meals he wanted you to be fed well instantly, besides if you were going to finish the project, he wanted to have all the energy he needed.

You smiled nervously and soon after you started your activity, you typed fast in your essay, Chan was in charge of assembling the model without difficulty. Then dinner arrived, both of you were already tired, your only time to stop was in the small talk in the coffee shop and when you headed to your place.

“Can you pick up dinner? I’ll go change” you blurted out suddenly, in a deep tone of voice as you were tired, a little more relaxed with Chan.

He saw you, he was surprised, since you had not spoken to each other for minutes since you were both concentrated in what you were doing —unlike him who also paid attention to you from once in a while—, your tone of voice seemed to him suddenly and somehow, something so captivating and seductive that he kept watching you, who you, without taking any notice of Chan standing in front of you on the other side of the table, took off the oversized cardigan you were wearing, somewhat exhausted in search of something more comfortable to be in your own apartment, leaving you only with the thin white tank top you were wearing underneath that garment.

Chan couldn’t believe it, he was transfixed and completely hypnotized by your action, absorbed seeing every detail, slightly exposing your chest through the circular neckline of the blouse, your shoulders, your arms and your figure tightly wrapped in the fabric. Chan swallowed nervously clenching his fist, he felt so pathetic going crazy just because you showed so little of your skin. His eyes traveled quickly all over your body, not wanting to miss any detail.

You noticed it, you felt his gaze on you and saw him confused, you felt so watched and analyzed, you could only say:

“I’ll go to… put on something more comfortable.”

Chan reacted instantly, letting out a nervous chuckle and nodding, turning to pick up the food left at your door. You didn’t know exactly how to feel, his gaze was so new to you, you had never felt such expressive eyes glued to you from another boy…. or probably they used to look at you like that, but you never paid attention to them, but with Chan, it was inevitable not to pay attention to him, he was with you, alone, in such a nice night; your mind was spinning, thinking about the infinity of things that usually means when two young people are alone and attracted to each other but, did you really like Chan or were you already losing your mind because of tiredness and stress, you didn’t know well, you were ridiculously inexperienced that your concept of attraction was maybe based on movies or experiences told by your friends.

Still you decided to ignore the thoughts and wanted to get comfortable at home, you had been wearing jeans for hours and you were dying to take them off, you would take off your bra if you could but you didn’t feel confident enough, so you left that tank top on and put on the comfortable shorts, your body was starting to heat up and you knew exactly why, but you didn’t want to accept it. You returned, finding Chan preparing food on the small nightstand between your living room, greeting you with a smile and gently asking you if it was okay to eat there to which you nodded.

Once again, Chan ran his gaze over your body, he had never seen you like this before, the sudden exposure of your body drove him crazy and made him feel sick, nor did he want to feel this way as it seemed unhinged and depraved, but he couldn’t help it, there was no turning back. At first it was a cute crush on you, then it involved a couple of desires and dirty thoughts that wouldn’t leave his mind. Chan, like any interested guy, casually asked among his friends if they knew you to which none of them knew how to answer, only a guy a year older than him, who was also in the same faculty, saying that you were very pretty but that there was no record of you dating on or off campus, that you were so reserved and that he wouldn’t be surprised that you were probably just studying, in the end he revealed that he had confessed to you and you had rejected him without giving him any reason. Chan’s silly and immature friends joked that you might still retain your innocence and that girls with a certain nerdy appearance used to be somewhat transcendental in sex, that they were shy and innocent at first but once you give them your trust to give them pleasure they were…

Chan refused those thoughts outright, dismissed them as misogynistic and was upset for days. He did get to see your innocence but it wasn’t something he fantasized about sexually, in fact, he never fantasized sexually about you, until that comment fucked with his head.

Because it was true, your private life was so private, you were not known to have had or dated anyone on campus and he found you so fucking interesting suddenly overnight, two intentions merged, Chan could desire you so purely by holding your hand and filling you with kisses, at the same time he could desire from you to fill you with his cum and fuck you to exhaustion. At the moment he was balancing the situation so well, he was doing so well that he had learned to stay away so long, as he didn’t know how to handle it, until now when the opportunity to be with you presented itself.

Chan was thinking about the fact that he hadn’t fucked a virgin woman since high school, when he lost his virginity to his first girlfriend too… but you had him all messed up and he could promise to be just as sweet to you if you give him the chance.

He cleared his throat and tried to come out of his trance, but when you approached him it was his dream and doom, looking to him so beautifully carefree in your shorts and tank top; still Chan did his best to behave himself and not want to ruin what he felt was just beginning.

You both started to eat sitting on the floor, close to each other, at first a little awkward, but quickly Chan knew how to soften the atmosphere, saying the right words and bringing up conversation topic after conversation topic, just to take your thoughts away a little, otherwise an incredible tension would have formed, as you were already starting to look at him closely and by the end of the night, you finally recognized how much you could get to like him, he was funny, handsome and you shared the same interests academically, you thought he could even be almost perfect. When you finished and cleaned up a bit, Chan watched you, so determined towards the project, going quickly towards it, ready to finish it, the truth was that you didn’t know exactly how to react, what would be the next move and you just got distracted escaping towards the project. He, somewhat frustrated, continued with you, just to keep breathing your sweet scent and to see your body in your comfortable home clothes.

Half an hour later, the meal instead of lifting Chan’s spirits did quite the opposite, relaxing him and making him tired and sleepy, plus the continuous hard work was beginning to stress him, but being with you rewarded him for everything except the tiredness in him, unfortunately. Chan watched you carefully, working non-stop, talking to him about the project with your deep and slightly tired tone of voice that seemed to Chan so seductive, he was beginning to lose himself, he was between drowsiness and desire, looking boldly at you, without thinking straight, he was about to hush you, take you and put you on his lap so you could both rest and, if possible, he would take you to bed, telling you how hard you work and that you should rest, that college matters, but not as much as yourself.

You once again noticed his heavy gaze on you, you saw how it was so likely that this time he was not paying attention to what you were saying, how he licked his lips and you became more nervous, more than the previous times, there was something so heavy in his presence that you had never felt before, you did not complain but you felt that at any moment it could get out of control… you thought if this was the sexual tension that you had only heard about.

Chan carved his eyes tiredly, he didn’t know how to stop you or tell you no, but your voice was stimulating him more and more, in a way to put him to bed and not exactly to sleep. Chan could only think of how suddenly he wanted to almost kiss you to shut you up and make you feel good.

You had already noticed his behavior, at times he looked tired, at times he looked at you in a way that made your hair stand on end.

Finally, he called your name, so serious, with a tone of voice that surprised you, made you stop talking about equations for a moment and look him straight in the eye. His gaze was dark and penetrating, you had never been seen like that before. You were both sitting next to each other, working close, so Chan leaned towards you, so ready to say what he felt from the start, he didn’t know exactly what he would say but he’d make sure he had you tonight; he was in agony, he couldn’t take it anymore with the sudden tension that escalated quickly and with your particular voice that was starting to excite him to stratospheric levels, and having him there in misery, unable to do anything, that wasn’t exactly what he was looking for.

He licked his lips and every part of you saw it coming, you knew it so deep down, you weren’t that dumb, his look and little actions spoke for themselves, you knew Chan was lusting after you and you panicked slightly not knowing what to do.

“You can take a nap if you want” you suggested kindly with a smile, hiding your nervousness at having him around, “You look tired, it’s okay.”

Chan was about to protest, he saw you confused and got caught in your captivating but hard to read gaze, your glasses reflected his tired body and unsweet intentions, so he decided to take a step back and agree, somehow he felt embarrassed and decided it was still better to keep his distance, even though that wasn’t specifically what he wanted.

He nodded, with a smile and somewhat embarrassed, “Really? You’re okay with that? I don’t want to leave you..”

He did get tired, but now he didn’t know if it was from the continuous work or from not being able to do anything with you.

You didn’t know why you did it, but you grabbed his shoulders and nodded, eyes shining, feeling so good to touch his strong body. You hadn’t touched him, maybe you just wanted to play a little and decided to kill your curiosity, how a man like Chan felt.

Chan subtly saw your hands on his shoulders and lost his mind again, but he sighed, calming down and getting up from his chair to rest his body on the couch. You no longer said anything, again the tension returned, with a silence. As much as Chan didn’t want to think about it, he thought of your smile, the way you spoke to him and of your gaze suddenly meaning so much to him, your bright eyes, almost asking to be touched by him, he could feel it, but he felt paranoid for a second, to which he only let his body fall on your couch, with his forearm on his forehead, the other hand on his abdomen and his head leaning back on a cushion, slowly closing his eyes, shutting off every one of his thoughts for a moment.

But it was true, you didn’t know how to say it, but being touched by Bang Chan just now didn’t sound so crazy to you. You were so ready but so not ready at the same time, you wanted to do it, you didn’t know how to tell him, it scared you since you didn’t know how to do it and you were in a continuous internal battle. You were slightly insecure, he was handsome and popular, with much more experience than you and, maybe it was something typical that you like Chan, since everybody likes him, but you were dying to try him even once…

Fifteen minutes later, of which you found incredibly stressful, as you continued to work on the project, chasing away every thought and more than okay with Chan staying quiet and napping on your couch, as you liked him incredibly well, you checked the time and became a little alert when you saw that it was almost one in the morning and you had no notion of time, you understood that Chan’s tiredness was justifiable and almost necessary and you were already starting to feel more stressed, as well as embarrassed by the fact that you had kept Chan working on the project so late. You reproached yourself, debating whether to wake him up and tell him that you could continue tomorrow, that it was almost done and you were missing something so minimal… or if you should let him stay over just for tonight since it was late.

You didn’t think so much about it though, as you suddenly felt large hands on your shoulders, massaging you and scaring you slightly. Chan giggled, he had woken up, more energetic and with the great intensity and willpower to try with you, something in him told him so and it was something he couldn’t ignore, so, without you noticing, he came up behind you, finding you still in the same position, working.

“God, Y/N, you need to relax, okay? It’s late you should rest, you’re really working hard on this.”

Your body tensed incredibly more, you really didn’t expect it, much less that he was touching you, with a slightly thicker voice than usual. You raised your gaze, his long fingers were still resting on your shoulders, magically he looked better than a moment ago, more energetic and with a flirtatious expression on his face.

“You’re awake already…” you replied nervously, not wanting to scare him away, like a few minutes ago.

“Just like you, it’s late. Has anyone ever told you how hard you work? Are you usually this demanding of yourself?”

You didn’t understand what was going on, it was as if he had suddenly changed but at the same time he was still the same and there was something that pleased you so much, like the sudden touch towards you.

You nodded, somewhat submissive with your head spinning not knowing how to react properly. Chan took the chair with agility, sitting down in front of you, stopping touching you and leaving you perplexed, blinking slowly letting you think that you were so tired that maybe you fell asleep deeply and that all this was just a dream. But it was so real and suddenly you were so awake.

“Leave all that for a moment…” he whispered slowly, gently removing the pencil from your hand and placing it on the table, “Let me take care of you.”

“What?”

Chan didn’t touch you again, he just stared at you, long and determined seconds that made you feel the lack of him in you. He leaned back in the chair, enjoying your tender expression of confusion. He had enough, he would try, he would do it for the incredible, heavy tension between you, and if you didn’t want to, he was going to understand but he already knew that was so unlikely. So he was direct, he always was, there was just something about you that kept him shy, but not anymore, he wanted you, he needed you, it was almost as if the night was asking for it too, something in the air drew you to each other irrevocably.

“You deserve to relax. I want you. Just tell me what you want, whether you want it or not, I won’t be weird about it afterwards, I promise, I just… can’t get you off my head, I need you.”

“How?” you mumbled, still in disbelief.

Chan smiled sideways, chuckling softly. “You know how. Want me to show you, sweetie?”

You nodded softly, wanting to put all shyness aside but you couldn’t control it, you were turned on and it was your first time in a situation like this, with intense tension that you even heard every breath and loud heartbeat in your ears.

You had done it before, kissing boys but the experiences were so insignificant that you hardly remember it or count it as experience, since you had learned nothing.

Chan moved dangerously close to you, resting his big hands on your bare thighs, stretching slightly and attractively his neck detonating little veins, his big straight nose so close to your face, with a smug smile, he said again:

“Can I kiss you?”

And it took only a small push of your yielding body to touch his lips, feeling at first the softness and plumpness of his full lips at the impact. Your body temperature rose madly, new sensations were taking over your body, it wasn’t the same ones that you had done before, his kisses were deeper, steady and passionate that it was hard to keep up with him and you were in between enjoying and thinking you wanted to do it right.

You let yourself go but you were still tense and Chan noticed it in the instant, with your body slightly trembling, he just wanted to make you feel good so he gently pulled away from you, leaving you missing the feel of his lips.

“Do you want me to stop?” he whispered, squeezing your thighs, feeling your muscle tense.

But your face reflected something else, your eyes were shining seeing every detail of Chan’s face up close, you were so ready but you had the tingle of wanting to get it right. He could see your nervous body, your countenance begging, still he didn’t want to continue if you were going to be nervous and almost resisting, he couldn’t read you clearly, he was really turned on, the slightest interaction with you made his body very blissful.

You denied, you knew you were so stiff and situations like these needed two relaxed bodies giving themselves, you were nervous but decided to confess it:

“It’s just… I want to do it right.”

Chan’s smile widened, your kiss was so tender and shy that thoughts of your innocence came back to his mind, he wanted to try so many things with you and make you explore, but he didn’t want you to feel insecure so he would patiently teach you step by step if necessary.

“It’s okay, baby, let me handle it” he whispered, with an endearing and understanding tone, still close to you, everything about him made you pleasantly uneasy, “I can teach you, just for your pleasure, okay?”

You nodded, lost in him, you noticed he looked genuinely interested and patient. Chan moved away again, leaning back in the chair, rubbing and patting his thigh with his veiny hand that was having an effect on you.

“Come here, to teach you how to do it better, although I was already loving the way you were doing it, princess.”

Chan ran his tongue over the bottom of his front teeth, waiting for you, and for you, every sentence of his almost made you sigh, you were so turned on, you knew exactly the feeling, you needed Chan now. You were a hot mess, you wanted and needed him so quickly and without much thought, you sat on his lap, trying to put your embarrassment aside, you sat down facing him, with your legs in the air on either side of the chair, Chan was surprised and felt so delightful your weight on his erection, he didn’t think you were going to position yourself like that but you left him absolutely charmed.

“I’m going to kiss you, try to keep up with me and move your sweet lips over mine, relax and let yourself go, beautiful, okay?”

He again took hold of your face with one hand and the other held your waist, you felt his sweet kiss at the same time you were dealing with the bulge between his pants pressing against your pussy. He was so hard, you could feel it if only through the slightly thick, rough denim of his black jeans. Chan was dressed so attractively, in a plain white shirt and leather jacket that he left on the rack in your entryway, with long silver chains decorating his collar and thick bracelets on his right wrist. You could feel how big he was, despite having clothes on, the thought of seeing a cock for the first time made your skin bristle with excitement, just imagining Chan, as something in yourself told you he should look so fucking good naked.

“Open your mouth wider” he whispered, panting and over your lips after a loud crash of your lips, as you parted almost non-existent inches apart.

You obeyed him and agilely he took you again, this time introducing his tongue and making the act slower and more sensual, so captivating that he even managed to relax you, you only lived from the sensation of letting yourself be carried away by him and with your face leaning on his hand. They had never made you feel this way that you slowly resented your throbbing pussy in desperation, suddenly so wet begging for attention.

“Mmm, I love your kisses, fuck” he mumbled senselessly as he pulled inches away from you.

You kept kissing, his face colliding with your glasses, but you didn’t want to take them off as you didn’t want to miss any tiny detail every time you parted for seconds. Chan, sesually and panting moved his kisses down your neck, filling your body more with euphoric and new sensations, his lips brushed your neck, giving soft and small sounding kisses until he subtly licked it, to suck your sensitive skin, using his teeth, causing you a pleasurable and short sting that reached every corner of your body, making you moan and leaving a mark on you.

His hands went down to your torso, to lift your blouse and finally feel the brush of his hands across your soft skin, he squeezed of your body, slowly lowering his lips, resisting the urge to fuck you hard, enduring the pain of his throbbing stiff cock trapped in his pants and being pressed against your body and you continued to feel his lips and the brush of his nose and heavy breathing across your skin going lower and lower, as well as constant little nibbles, leaving fresh new hickeys on you, Chan couldn’t help it, he was going crazy with the idea of you just being his, leaving reddish marks on you and biting your sensitive skin and it just turned you on so much. Reaching your chest, you twitched your body a little, moving it sharply and surprising Chan by the pleasurable friction of you on his cock. He grunted and pulled his lips away from your skin for a second and, almost as if an imaginary light bulb lit up above your head, you understood that being on his erection also made him feel good, as much as it made you feel good, since his erection was rubbing against your pussy, covered only by your wet panties and thin shorts; so you moved, stirring on his cock and intentionally grinding it harder.

Chan moaned, letting out soft, sonorous “A-aah, mmm” and then he raised his gaze, staring into your eyes, causing you to shiver at his lustful stare.

“Fuck, you want to move for me? Go ahead, baby, go fucking enjoy my cock with your clothes on, fuck, are you a little horny? Unable to wait and fucking me with your clothes on. Go ahead, enjoy and cum for me like this” he licked his lips, leveling his face with yours, talking to you in such a sultry tone that it made your cheeks burn.

You were so uselessly horny that you were enjoying to the fullest bouncing on Chan’s cock under the hard denim, pressing all over your pussy, your labia, moving them nimbly that it made you blur your vision.

“Yes-Keep moving, baby, you’re doing so good, beautiful.”

His voice aroused you more and more bringing you so close to your orgasm, you were so concentrated in the sensation of your movements on his cock, you couldn’t stop, you moved your hips and Chan helped you with his hands squeezing your waist; you felt so hot and trapped, so desperate to get your clothes off but you didn’t want to stop, you weren’t going to stop until you were tired, it was as if you had no choice but to climax right now, just like this. Chan watched with desire and tenderness your very focused and excited expression, sighing and straining to make you feel good at the same time you were making him feel that effect on him, squeezing his cock so hard, expelling precum and not so far from his ejaculation.

He admired the marks on your skin, witness and proof of what was happening, the top girl in the class, all aroused rubbing herself on her classmate’s cock, seeking pleasure and her climax. Chan bit his lower lip and caught your lips again, touching your restless and desperate body, he was about to cum. You were starting to get tired but it was a tiredness inexplicably so hot, your chest was burning from the constant strong heartbeat, you were at your limit and you were doing almost nothing, but both of you were a mess of heaving breaths, Chan didn’t want to change anything about you either at that moment, he just squeezed you tightly enjoying every movement until he cum inside his underwear, in a gasp, throwing his head back, feeling one pressure release pleasantly but another coming so abruptly and quickly not wanting to finish yet with you. You held onto his shoulders tightly, pressed your legs into his body, Chan knew you were close so he encouraged you, with a kiss on your mouth half open and words that warmed even your ears:

“Go on, cum, princess, let yourself go… Cum for me.”

You gasped in despair and a little high-pitched moan, you cum all over your panties, leaving you flushed, breathless and with your pussy sticky. Seconds later you wanted to catch your breath, you still felt immobile before his big hands squeezing your body, you were at levels of agitation you didn’t think you’d reach in the near future with another guy.

Chan also had his breath hitching, yet the thought of still not even remotely finishing with you came back to him, reflecting a smile on his face.

“Let me take care of you, okay?”

You looked at him with big pitying eyes which drove him crazy. Chan thought about the idea of your pussy a little battered from being in constant motion with the hard friction of his clothes, he wanted to treat and tend to your sensitive center, now, he needed it.

“Yes, Chan.”

“That’s my good girl” he said proudly, shuddering every inch of you, you felt so good he said little things to you, “Where are you most comfortable, baby? Huh.”

You looked at him for only short seconds, you were so excited and filled with the accelerated feeling not knowing what his next moves would be on you, you were more than willing for anything, for him to take you and fuck you, you just wanted to be filled with that sensation again and more with someone like Chan, who looked so sure of what he was doing and looked so fucking good doing it and in a mode of excitement and pleasure, every part of him was transpiring sex and you were losing your mind little by little.

“In my room, in the hallway of…”

You weren’t even finished, when Chan stood up, carrying you, grabbing your ass and carrying you to your room where he left you sitting on one of the edges of the bed, your feet touching the floor, he positioned himself on his knees in front of you.

“Do you want me to make you feel good, pretty girl?” he said again, once more so excited, about nothing short of taking your clothes off.

“Yes, Chan, p-please.”

You were so needy again, you wanted to be filled with the extreme sensation that seemed to have no end. He smiled.

“I’m going to take off your tiny shorts and panties, yes sweetie?”

You nodded, excited and nervous that he is about to see your private part, but it was throbbing intensely, it was again getting more lubricated and wanted to be treated with attention. Chan tugged at your shorts and panties at the same time, impatient to taste you and merely seeking your pleasure.

He slid the garments down your legs until they were off and admired your wet, glistening pussy, somehow it looked slightly swollen, begging to be attended to and touched.

“You try hard and work hard, you deserve to get your stress off, let me do it…”

Chan said it, in such a thick voice so lost in the image of your pussy. You were so nervous, almost wanting to shiver but you moaned as you felt his lips on the skin of your mons pubis, giving you kisses and leaving little hickeys, nibbling the area, until his mouth took your clit, making you squeal; you were beginning to relax and let yourself be carried away by the tingling of the tip of his index finger caressing your soft, moist vulva, playing with your wetness, until two of his fingers teased your entrance until he inserted his fingers, while his mouth never let go of your sensitive spot, licking and sucking it gently, causing you pleasure and the beginning of trembling in your legs.

Chan fucked you gently and deeply for a few moments, teasing you and reaching sweet places inside your tight pussy, but he withdrew his fingers from you, positioned both his hands on your thighs, squeezing them gently and began to move his mouth all the way down your vulva, licking the right places, sucking delightfully on your labia and filling himself with you, from his chin to his nose, so focused working on you. You felt so hot, somehow he looked so good eating you out while you were a panting mess, arching your back and being pleasured.

He stroked your clit again and sucked gently but with moderate intensity, humming mmm, that caused a sweet vibration in you, you were feeling so good you could feel your second orgasm again. Chan parted your folds so he could rub his mouth better inside them, you were so satisfied you thought of the myth that college boys didn’t know how to eat pussy, but no one like Chan, doing it so expertly he had you soaking wet, whimpering and shivering just with his lips, tongue, and mouth. He moved inches away from your pussy, to spread your entrance with his hand and insert his tongue deep. At the same time, his finger again caressed your clit, bringing you to orgasm, contracting your legs, being careful with him between them, arching your back, and in a loud moan calling out his name, the great sexual tension built up was released with his mouth on your pussy.

Chan didn’t stop working on you until he stopped feeling your last intense trembling and stopped watching your body collapse until it became softer tremors and he smiled. He didn’t think he could leave you alone for now, let alone finish the project now that you were just starting, but right now, his satisfaction was to fulfill his goal, by making you feel good and de-stress a little because you were worth it and deserved it. He was there to give you a good time.

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Go For It, Gojo! [Part 2] - G.S.

Synopsis. Just two weeks ago you could barely stand him - so, really, why is your heart beating so loud? Surely, it’s just the way he’s got you pushed against the wall, face stuffed in your cunt - right?

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, academic rivals to lovers, student president! reader, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, slight angst + comfort, vibrators, banter about physics, cunnilingus, Yaga is tired, oral sex (male + female), college! AU, both reader and Satoru do some growing up, overstimulation, super sappy actually, pet names (sweetheart, hardass), swearing.

Word count. 10.5k

A/N. Passed out five times, here’s Part 2 (joke). PART 1 HERE. Art by @_3aem on X.

Gojo Satoru likes to think he’s hilarious. A real connoisseur of the fine art of comedy. The fifth member of Impractical Jokers, if you will. 

Which is probably why, for someone who didn’t know the definition of shutting the fuck up, he sure was intent on staying quiet about whatever this was.

It’s been exactly 2 weeks, 5 days and 17 hours since you and Satoru had entered this weird limbo, and there still wasn’t a peep out of the man about what the two of you are to each other.

Friends? Acquaintances? A booty call that he happens to argue way too much with? You’d smack that pretty nose of his if that was the case - as soon as you admittedly stopped being a pussy yourself…

But, semantics.

And right now, his fingers intertwined with yours as he practically drags you through the aquarium ticket counter - you couldn’t help but wonder - was this a date?

Not exactly lovers, but definitely more than friends, a tense understanding crackling in the air between you two. Something prickly and jittery that pooled in your stomach and made your head spin. 

And as someone used to having the answers to everything, it bothered you that you didn’t have the one to this. 

You haven’t been to an aquarium since you were a kid - quickly having outgrown it at the ripe age of seven. So, really, it made sense that the 6’3 manchild beside you insisted it was the perfect spot to celebrate finishing your assignment.

“That damn quantum entanglement hell.” you’d called it - and ranted about all the way inside - more so to fill the charged silence than anything. His fingers still tight around yours despite the dissipating crowd, burning into your skin.

“You know for someone who loves the elegance of science, you’re an extra hardass about quantum entanglement.” he titters in-between worried mutters of “doesn’t that old lady look like the mafia queenpin from the café.” as you two try to navigate your way through the aquarium.

You desperately cling onto his remark - a sense of normalcy you could finally breathe in.

“Well, Satoru, for someone who treats life like an improv show, you sure have a knack for avoiding scientific precision,” you retort, some strange part of you delighting in the way his fingers tighten around yours. 

“Precision is for pussies.” he chuckles, bringing up a hand to your face, fingers wiggling in a ludicrous attempt at hypnotic suggestion. “Besides, sweetheart, life is a cosmic joke, and quantum mechanics is the punchline.”

“As expected from a Pilot-Wave theorist, that just sounds like an excuse to be lazy. ‘Oh, let’s embrace uncertainty and blame it on quantum mechanics!’”

“It’s also the punchline.”

“At least my punchlines make sense.”

He lets out an exaggerated whine, “And here I thought we were bonding over shared disdain for the hard-headed laws of physics.”

“Shared disdain? I actually respect the laws of physics. They’re the backbone of our universe.”

“Maybe.” he responds, voice a bit uncharacteristically somber. “But, quantum mechanics, uncertainty, whatever. In the end it doesn’t matter the universe, aren’t we all just wandering through a sea of unpredictability? It’s exciting.” he weaves through the crowd with you, gaze flickering between you and the vibrant schools of fish.

And maybe you’re an overthinker - you’ve always been told you were - but it felt like his words carried a heavy tone that went beyond your stupid little debate about quantum entanglement. This was not about physics.

“That excitement often leads to chaos, no matter the universe.”

“Embrace the chaos in every universe then. It keeps things interesting.”

“You’re incorrigible.” you scoff, meeting his intense gaze head-on, skin flaring at the sheer intensity of it. “I bet in every universe you’re an unchangeable hell-raiser.”

“Maybe.” He leans in, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, gaze now locked on you, his lips dangerously ghosting your ear. “Or maybe I’m just more of a hands-on learner?”

It might never have been about physics.

It’s innocent fun, right? Two classmates celebrating the end of an assignment? Innocent, innocent fu-

“Y’know with the way you’re so dripping wet f’me, I’m starting to think our lil’ arguments are just foreplay, prez.”

Sleek plastic cold against your back, Satoru’s mouth hot on yours - hungry and insistent. Lips tangy with the taste of minty toothpaste and the thrill of the forbidden as he cages you against that heady bathroom stall.

“You’re the one that riles me up. Got a degradation kink, Satoru?” you shoot back between gasps as his greedy hands map every curve and dip of your body. Groping. Kneading. Such a fucking tease.

“Mhm~ Love when you talk dirty to me, sweetheart.” he hums into the heated skin of your neck. White-hot tingles of electricity running along your body. “Though, I really prefer when that smart mouth is choking around my cock instead.”

“I’m gonna hah- drown you in the fucking clownfish tank.”

“Kinky, but that’s not that’s not the magic word, sweetheart.”

You grit your teeth - in both pleasure and irritation, but most importantly the need for more more more. He always did drive you insane. Words choked, “P-please.”

A sharp moan rips from your throat as long fingers graze your swollen folds through your soaked panties. Teasing the dainty hem. Pulling it down. Delving in. Curving deftly upwards, easily pressing into that one spot inside. Over and over. In and out in and out in and-

“Teasing hah- teasing bastard.” you hiss, even as your traitorous hips buck into his touch.

Satoru chuckles darkly, breath warm against your ear, sending shivers running down your spine. “Your teasing bastard.” Your heart pounds in your ears, mind caught on the “your”, drowning out the distant hum and bustle of the aquarium outside. 

And before you can open your mouth - maybe to say something so utterly stupid - he falls to his knees. Pretty lips ghosting your inner thigh, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. A stark contrast with the cool air of the bathroom stall. 

Mindlessly, your legs press together, a bead of slick trailing enticingly down them - aching for an ounce of friction. Down, down, down-

And Satoru notices - of course he notices - because his tongue darts out urgently, tracing the seam of your swollen folds. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, pooling your juices on his tongue before letting them flow down his throat - groaning as if it was his favorite taste. 

Shit, you really were his favorite taste. 

Nose-deep in your cunt and on his knees in that cramped aquarium bathroom, all he can do is lap up your juices. Cock aching, tasting you, breathing you in like a man dying of thirst. 

Pulling down his trousers just enough for his throbbing erection to spring free. Leaking tip smearing against his toned abdomen, trailing down the prominent vein in the middle. A large hand firmly gripping the base, pressing his heavy balls so obscenely on your calf, pulling in sinful little tugs to you.

Blood rushes straight to the throbbing erection in his hands at the way your breath hitches, pretty little mewls of his name leaving those kiss-bitten lips. Such a shame he had to muffle them, two fingers in your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. 

Ah, he didn’t get to see those manta rays yet, but it’s alright - right now, hips bucking helplessly into him, your hands knotted in his hair - you’re his favorite view anyway. His pretty girl.

“Hngh- Jus’ like that, Satoru.” you moan.

He groans into your dripping pussy, vibrations sending a jolt of electricity shooting through your veins, making you clench further around the tongue pushing its way into your heated hole. Cunt aching for release, and his leaking cock not far behind as he fucks his fist urgently. Grinding into you like a fucking dog in heat.

“Please.” 

Granting your unspoken request, he moves purposefully. Nose catching on your clit, rubbing it over and over as he alternates between gentle sucks and rapid thrusts of his tongue dipping into your entrance. Satoru’s unspoken pace sends you spiraling into insanity - and the edge. 

Almost there.

You lock eyes with him, seeing just as much need for you reflected back in his own eyes. Flitting between his hungry gaze and the thumb teasing his flushed slit. Jerky, desperate strokes of his hand along his veined length - up, up, up - just the way you do it.

Time seems to stand still as with one two three thrusts you shatter all over his tongue. Choked-up cries of his name bouncing off the walls of the empty bathroom as you chase peak after peak on his pretty face.

Your vision blurs at the edges, blood roaring in your ears. Torn between wanting to scream in pleasure and not wanting to be arrested for public indecency. Breathless whispers of pleasure slurring together as your mind clouds with only Satoru Satoru Satoru-

As the haze clears slightly, you realize you’re cradling his head, stroking his silky locks soothingly. Pulling away - embarrassed more at this than what just transpired - you let Satoru rise to his feet, towering over you. 

“On your knees, sweetheart.”

Still delirious from your orgasm, you mindlessly drop to your knees before him. Wordlessly, he guides himself into your mouth, precum salty on your tongue and cock glistening in the dim light of the bathroom.

His hips begin to thrust, matching the pace from before as he fucks your hot mouth. You relax your jaw, letting him take control as he plunges deeper and deeper. Fighting the urge to gag as he hits the back of your throat. Saliva drips down your chin so lewdly, smearing on his cock,

Satoru’s breathing grows heavier and heavier as your nose hits the tufts of hair on his pelvis, already wet with precum and spit. Grip searing on your scalp, you look up to meet his gaze - eyes half-lidded and tears clinging to your lashes.

Maybe it was the carnal look in your eyes, or the way your glossy lips stretch so prettily around him - because with a guttural groan, Satoru spills his load down your throat. Grasp steady on your hair, making you sputter and drink every drop as his cock twitches on your tongue. Cum dribbling down the corner of your lips, the tap! tap! tap! of it ringing in your ears.

As his high passes, you feel as if you’re in a daze as Satoru helps you up. Voice shot and throat burning as he cleans the both of you up. 

Gentle hands on your cheek, a thumb caressing your lips. Your face burning at the way he looks at you. Why does he look at you like that.

A soft smile plays on his lips - kiss-bitten and prettily glossed with your juices. Wordlessly, he leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips, sending a sudden tug at your heartstrings.

“I bet in every universe we sneak around and choose the worst lil’ hideouts.”

Yeah. Yeah, maybe you did.

And you don’t know why it hurt. 

It’s almost like you’re on autopilot as you quickly smooth down your clothes and follow Satoru outside, back into the bustling aquarium as inconspicuously as possible. 

As you walk side by side, you can’t help but feel the previous euphoria inside you coiling into something more. Something uncomfortable.

Passing by a group of kids excitedly pointing at a giant tank of tropical fish, you feel a wistful ache as you’re reminded of simpler times. Back when you didn’t analyze everything interaction. Maybe back when things were better.

Pulling back, “Satoru…”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“About what happened…about us-” you sputter out, uncharacteristically inarticulate. “I don’t want-”

“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, y’know.” 

Your head snaps up. Unspoken words lingering in the air - is it me or you that doesn’t want to talk about it.

Your eyes catch on the shine of his hair in the cool light. The subtle flex of muscles beneath his shirt as he leads the way through the mesmerizing corridors of the aquarium, the soft glow of the tanks casting an ethereal light on his silhouette. 

His hand warm in yours, and that little dimple at the corner of his grin as he turns to you. Devastating.

It was like something snapped. And it hits you with a pang. All glory and beautiful.

He wasn’t yours.

And he probably might never be.

Somehow that terrified you. 

Because in the end, weren’t you just playing along in his elaborate cosmic joke? Just part of his unknown?

But why did that hurt so much?

“Gojo, I’m going home.”

Fear.

---

There have only been three times in his life that Gojo Satoru has truly felt fear. The first, of course, was right after kissing your pretty lips in that dingy closet - if there was ever a true “ah, if I live I’m making this my legacy” moment then that was it. 

The second was when he accidentally walked in on Yaga practicing his interpretative dance routine in the faculty lounge. The man had some moves - but it was something that Satoru saw nightmares about for days.

And the third time? Well, that’s the ongoing saga of trying to decipher you and why the hell you were sitting in another row during Advanced Quantum Physics, so gorgeous and unbothered ignoring him.

No texts, no calls, no snarky debates on anything since the aquarium a few days ago.  

Almost as if he was back to square one - worse even.

So yes, Gojo Satoru is scared. In fact, some might even say he’s utterly terrified. 

But even more than that, he’s so so stupid.

Because for the life of him he couldn’t remember what he’d done to mess up that fragile little connection that you two had formed. 

Maybe you just liked seafood too much to visit the aquarium? That couldn’t be it…

Did you find out he accidentally knocked over that stack of books in the library and blamed it on you? No, he’s heard you blame worse things on him to his face. 

Have you finally gotten sick of him?

…

Nahhh.

He steals a glance in your direction. Eyes mapping your ramrod posture, the way you’re hanging off of Yaga’s every word, and that slight frown marring your features. Ah, you looked so beautiful there even when you looked like you’re about to have an aneurysm.

It’s as if you’ve erected an invisible fortress around yourself, and he’s outside looking in. Desperately calling for you.

Satoru sighs inwardly, realizing he’s going to have to pull out the big guns. With the subtlety of a sledgehammer, he clears his throat, shifting his chair a little too loudly to yours in the row in front of him. 

Paying no mind to the irritated glance that Yaga (and you) shoot at him, he whispers loud enough that it probably carries to the entire classroom. “So, prez~ Did I accidentally stumble into an alternate universe where you still hate me or have you just been avoiding me like I’m a contagious disease.”

You flinch - probably both at the audacity and at him addressing you. Eyes still firmly trained on the now-disgruntled Yaga, you reply curtly, “This is not an alternate universe, Gojo. And I haven’t been avoiding you, I’ve just been busy.”

“Busy ignoring me? Space might’ve worked for Neil Armstrong but it won’t work for me, sweetheart. Just tell me what I did so I can get on my knees and beg for forgiveness.”

Your brows furrow, eyes rereading the same sentence on your textbook over and over. “Just focus on these causal dynamical triangulations, Gojo.”

“Oh yeah, I had one of those once.”

“Satoru. I swear to-”

A sharp call of your name - followed by his. Professor Yaga’s irritation, now palpable, hangs in the air like a storm. “If you two can't maintain some decorum, I suggest you continue your discussion outside.”

Satoru grins unabashedly, batting his long lashes, “Why, Yaga, I thought you enjoyed our discussions.”

“Out, both of you.”

Each word clipped and shattering your dreams of becoming Professor Yaga’s protégé into tinier and tinier pieces. 

“You heard the man, prez. Let’s take this show on the road.” 

Hastily, you gather your belongings, shooting an apologetic glance at Professor Yaga, who gives you a sympathetic look in response. As the door slams behind you, noise ringing in your ears, you stand frozen in a mixture of shock and disbelief. 

Satoru, however, seems unfazed. “Well, that was an unbridled success.”

Irritation spikes as you hiss out, “What?”

“I mean, you called me Satoru for the first time in days so I consider that an unbridled success.”

A strange stab at your heart, and maybe for the first time since working together on that quantum entanglement assignment, Satoru’s joke doesn’t land. 

Your eyes narrow at him, “This isn’t a joke, Satoru. I needed Professor Yaga’s guidance - how else am I going to get a research position with him?”

“It wasn’t a joke.” 

Following your weighty silence, Satoru lets out a heavy sigh. The expression on his face looked more serious than you’d ever seen it as his eyes search yours. “Look, prez, I didn’t mean to mess things up for you - though Yaga basically worships the ground you walk on so-” 

At your raised eyebrow he gets back on track, “Anyway, something’s wrong and I just wanted to understand what’s going on between us.”

A humorless laugh leaves your lips, “Now you want to talk about us?”

You clench your fists, frustration and confusion boiling over within you. You know you’re part of this too. You know you’re not blameless in this tangled mess. And right now, the sheer warmth of his gaze made a strange little part of you consider just giving in and running to his arms. Fuck what he wants of you. Fuck all the uncertainty. 

And that’s exactly what scared you.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady the whirlwind of thoughts within your mind. “I don’t even know what ‘us’ is, Gojo. And I don’t think you do either.”

Your voice is surprisingly steady - as are your feet as they carry you away from Satoru. You’d caught one, final glance at the slump of his shoulders, and the silent plea in his eyes. 

Purposeful steps sound in your ears as you walk to God-knows-where. Yet, they still stutter - as does your heart - as Satoru’s voice rings in the hallway behind you, “Take all the time you need, prez. I’ll win you back with my world-renowned Gojo charm again~”

Light words following a heavy admission, his humor attempting to bandage over the cracks of what you two had not too long ago. The echo of his words accompany you down the corridor, and despite yourself, you find your lips tugging into the slightest beginnings of a smile. The slightest.

It’s okay. This is okay. Things can go back to whatever they were now - normal, steady.

“World-renowned Gojo charm.” you repeat under your breath, ready to find a quiet corner of campus where you can throw yourself into causal dynamical triangulations. 

Gaze unwavering, Satoru stands still, searching for any signs of you looking back. Turn around. Turn around turn around turn-

“Mr. Gojo, are you going to find the building exit with the same enthusiasm you exhibit when spouting lines from your imaginary romance novel?”

“Ah. Yaga, I was just- wait imaginary? I can assure you that my charm is as real as quantum mechanics - just ask your star student! Although these days even quantum mechanics might have trouble explaining why she’s-”

“Mr. Gojo.”

“Understood. On my way.” A comical salute, “May your lectures be as riveting as my girl when she’s threatening to drown me in clownfish tanks~”

“Good. And please, spare us all from any more ‘unbridled success’ in the future.”

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The following week turned into a delicate dance, a waltz of cautious side steps and tense half-glances - all of which were met by that fond gaze that made your heart clutch so involuntarily. Like a silent drama where neither of you knew the next line.

The sprawling campus now seemed so tiny, a tension connecting the two of you like an invisible thread. From Professor Yaga’s class - now so dull without that usual bickering - all the way down to that café just off-campus where the stuffy air hums with old banter and unspoken words.

Yet, the routine remained unchanged, you still found yourself visiting there time and time again - by that little booth in the corner, right next to the window. Just without your familiar companion.

You never realized how quiet the café could get without someone talking your ear off about everything from the Pilot-Wave theory to why the little girl at the grocery store who mistook him for a Kakashi cosplayer is definitely conspiring against him. 

It’s thrown you off - and you’re sick of thinking of that stupid smirk when you’re trying to meticulously sort through the overflow of student archives.

Ugh, you’ve been losing sleep over these for days. Feeling hot under your temples, you try to push away the pressure behind your eyes - If you don’t get this categorized before the next meeti-

“Whatcha reading, sweetheart?”

Speak of the devil.

Startled, you look up from your sea of paperwork. 

Ah, there he was. All nonchalance and grace, eyes twinkling with mischief and an easy grin curling his lips. And for a moment - a brief, fleeting moment - you’re filled with a familiar warmth, tension from the past few days melting into nothingness.

“Oh, just some archives.” you blink, with a measured calmness.

“Absolutely fascinating.” Satoru chuckles, sliding into the chair across from you with the casual elegance of someone who’s completely unaware of the mess he left in his wake. “What’s next, a riveting analysis on the historical significance of paperclips?”

Ignoring his banter, you focus diligently on the task at hand - Gakuganji would have your head. “If only. Now what do you want, Satoru? I’m busy.”

His grin widens, undeterred. “Busy with what? Cataloging the thrilling history of staplers and notepads?”

You shoot him a pointed look, “The secret lives of archives can be more scandalous than you think, Gojo.” 

“Just how do you contain your excitement, prez?”

“I don’t.” you drone out. Shuffling your papers, gathering them with a deliberate focus. “Now, if you’re done with your stand-up routine, I actually have work to do.”

Satoru straightens up, the playfulness in his eyes dimming ever so slightly. “Wait wait, sweetheart, we need to talk.”

You let out a sigh - there it is. And maybe you were being petty. Maybe you were slightly scared. “Oh, now, we do? How convenient.”

“Can’t we just go back to the way things were? I don’t want things to be weird between us.” He runs a hand through his silky locks, a gesture that usually accompanies his frustration. 

A bitter laugh escapes your lips. “Weird? Gojo, things have been weird between us for a while now. You just never bothered to notice until it got inconvenient for you..” You stand up, your archives now neatly organized. “I have to finish seven files of these now, excuse me.”

A subtle ache takes residence in your bones as you walk away, his gaze hot on your back. The barista, a friendly soul who had witnessed countless interactions between you and Gojo, offered you a sympathetic smile as you made your way out.

The café's atmosphere, once cozy with laughter, now suffocatingly laced with unease. That invisible thread connecting you both feels strained. Hanging by the thinnest of threads - on the verge of snapping. 

And, yet, through it all one thought rings clear. 

You missed him.

Satoru didn’t know what hurt more - the way you called him “Gojo” or the way he didn’t even get a giggle out of his paperclip joke.

“Gojo, things have been weird between us for a while now.”

Yeah, definitely the way you called him “Gojo”.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the cloud of doom himself. I can barely enjoy my Earl Grey. What’s eating at you, young man?” 

Satoru’s head snaps up at the curious croak, tone a mix of concern and amusement. His eyes meet sharp, perceptive ones that seem to cut through his sulky haze. Oh, it’s the mafia queenpin.

At his wordless staring she plows on, taking a seat opposite him, “Oh c’mon, boy. Don’t think I haven’t seen you lurking and moping about. You’ve got as much subtlety as my late husband - and he once tried to hide a mistress by having her disguise as a potted plant.”

A half-hearted grin makes its way onto his face, “No potted plants here, just the usual existential crisis. You know how it is.”

The old lady snorted, unimpressed. “Please, spare me the theatrics. I’ve seen drama queens with more subtlety. Now spill.”

Satoru hesitated, wincing at the stare that seemed to cut right into his soul. It reminded him of a little someone. 

Finally, he sighs relentingly, “It's complicated. Things with someone... changed. I miss the way it used to be, you know?”

A sharp cackle, echoing in the empty space around them. “Ah, love troubles. You youngsters make it sound so dramatic. Look, boy, if you want something, go and get it.”

He huffs in defeat, now way more into impromptu love counseling than he initially thought he’d be. “I tried but-”

But the old lady cuts him off, sharp and incisive, “Trying isn’t the same as doing, kid. And let me tell you, I’ve seen enough guys like you wasting time pondering instead of acting.” 

It seems this mafia queenpin brought out all the childish, petty sides of him. Because Satoru whines in a way that he definitely wouldn’t if you hadn’t been avoiding him and if you hadn’t called him “Gojo” and-

“But she hates me, and she’s sick of me.” A rare vulnerability creeping into his voice. “Maybe things were better the way they were.”

“Life’s too short for that crap. And trust me, that girl does not hate you, you’re just scaring her off. I would have smacked you after that first dumb comment about paperclips.” The old lady snorts, dismissing his complaint. “Uptight academics, always scared of their own feelings. Afraid that if they acknowledge them, the world might end.” 

Satoru blinks, taken aback by the unexpected insight. “Scaring her off? I'm just being myself.”

She leans in, sharp eyes drilling into him - picking him apart. “Being yourself doesn't mean avoiding the real conversations. You’ve got feelings, boy. Instead of playing the joker, try being sincere for once. Maybe you’ll be surprised.” 

Taking a patient sip of her tea, “Now, go and fix whatever mess you made. Or better yet, just grab the girl and give her a damn good kiss. Works wonders.”

Satoru blinks, taken aback by the unexpected advice. The old lady cackles again, a knowing twinkle in her eye.

“Now, scram, and let an old lady enjoy her coffee in peace.” 

He nods, more to himself than her, feeling a strange mix of determination and embarrassment at being given advice by the same lady he had a silent bet with you about being an underground overlord.

Immediately standing up, he salutes her goodbye before rushing out - only to stop abruptly halfway out the door. Turning and speedwalking back to the table, with a mix of curiosity and urgency. 

“Hey, granny, I have a question.”

“Anything as long as it isn’t my age, boy.”

“Would you happen to have any mafia connections by chance?.”

Ah, you think you’re dying. 

Or maybe that’s just what the towering stack of papers on your cluttered desk want you to think…

It mocks you. A painful reminder of the mundane world you were now in. That invisible thread connecting you to that little booth in the corner of the café now feels like a noose tightening around your neck. 

What’s done is done. And right now you have bigger fish to fry - fish shaped annoyingly like the unresolved chaos of these archives.

You rub your eyes, room swaying slightly as you squint at the tiny print, letters melting into one another and conspiring against you. Rereading the same sentence over and over, sweat beading on your forehead.

God, was the heater on too high?

The documents on the desk seem to dance, a mocking waltz that laughs in the face of your feeble attempts to restore order. Chaos. 

Stop it.  

An incessant pounding on your temples, blood roaring in your ears. 

You reach for a pen, your fingers fumbling as it slips through your grasp. Falling onto the floor with a clatter that reverberates in your throbbing head. Chaos. 

The room is stifling, walls closing in on you. Breaths hot and labored. Temples drumming louder. And louder.  Urgent and insistent. Chaos.

“Open up! It’s Satoru!”

Satoru.

Body acting before your brain, you stagger out of your seat, the world spinning dangerously as you clutch onto the desk for support.

Satoru?

Your unsteady feet carry you towards the door - almost subconsciously. You wince at the stab of pain in your temples as it throbs in time with the urgent knocking.

Hands unsteady on the doorknob, vision bleary, yet you’d recognize that shock of cloudy hair anywhere. His words hit you before the realization that Satoru was here, and why was he here looking so adorably disheveled like he’d run here and what was he rambling about now-

“I'm so so sorry. I messed up, I should’ve noticed. I know I’ve been avoiding the real conversation and I didn’t realize how much-”

His voice, tinged with a vulnerability you’re not used to hearing, is abruptly cut off as Satoru looks up from where he was fumbling with his fingers in nervousness - wide blue eyes taking in your glassy eyes and clammy skin. In your hazy vision you make out the deep concern creeping its way onto those pretty features.

“Sweetheart?”

A sudden wave of dizziness hits you. The room tilts, and for a brief, disorienting moment, you feel like you’re floating in space. Ah, didn’t know you could breathe in space. Wonder if you’ll win a Nobel for this discovery?

A sharp call of your name cuts through the haze, the last thing you register before the world folds around you like a delicate paper. Fading to black., and perhaps the warm arms around you are the only thing grounding you right now. The chaotic waltz has won.

Now, the great Gojo Satoru usually calls his mother for only one of two reasons - 1. His beloved ramen shop is closed, or worse - out of his favorite special spicy sauce, and 2. A dire and life-threatening emergency.

“Mama! I’ve got an emergency and no it’s not the ramen this time.”

His mother’s voice crackles through the phone, a mix of concern and amusement. “Satoru, are you sure it’s that dire? I’m at a work meeting, y’know”

Dramatically, “Of course, mama. Someone I care about is sick. Yes, I have a heart under this fabulous exterior. A real one.”

A brief pause, “Oh my lil’ Toru~ You mean you finally confessed to that student prez you’ve been swooning over for months? The one with ‘a brilliant mind like a quantum computer’ and ‘eyes like-’”

Squirming in embarrassment, “Well- not exactly, but-”

“Spill.”

“I need the recipe to our secret family chicken soup, like, urgently. It’s a life-or-death situation.”

His mother’s laughter echoes through the phone. “Life-or-death, huh? Alright, my little drama king, I’ll send it right away. But you owe me a detailed account of what's happening.”

“Deal!”

With a click, the call ends, and Satoru is left in your hallway, holding you in his arms, desperately awaiting the secret weapon - his mother’s legendary chicken soup.

In the meantime, he shifts you in his arms, steady hands carefully lifting you off the ground, cradling you to his chest. 

Face burning at the practiced way his feet carry him to your room. “Come on, sweetheart. Wake up. Don’t make me regret not calling an ambulance. Should I call an ambulance? No, chicken soup first, then maybe an ambulance. Ugh, I should've paid more attention in first aid.”

Slow, deliberate steps through the corridor. Heart dropping as his eyes catch on the mountains of scattered papers and files. Next time he passes by Gakuganji’s office he’s gonna swap the keys on that fossil’s keyboard. 

The soft click of the door closing seems too loud in the quiet room as he lays you gently on the bed. Heart clenching at the way you bury yourself mindlessly into the covers, pretty eyes still screwed shut, he mutters to himself “What am I going to do with you?”

His gaze drifts to the scattered papers on the floor, starting to gather them, creating a semblance of order amidst the chaos. Satoru glances at you, noticing the creased lines on your forehead even in your unconscious state. A pang of guilt hits him.

“Avoiding the real conversation, huh?” he mumbles, more to himself than to you. He risks a glance at your sleeping figure again, “I’m sorry, my sweetheart.”

Finishing his impromptu cleanup - and after taking maybe one picture of you all snuggled up - he gets up determinedly to make the legendary chicken soup. “I’ll make it right, prez. First, chicken soup. Then, we'll have that real conversation, no matter how scary it gets.”

You wake up to the cacophony of pots and pans, and a voice…cursing bad cooking for being genetic? The aromatic smell of chicken soup hits you - as does the cold sweat beading on your forehead.

Joints aching, you try to sit up, the room still spinning - but ever-so-slightly less than before. Recollections from earlier slowly come to you, you don’t even have to look at the figure now standing at the doorway to know who it is.

“Whoa, there, sweetheart. Lay back.”

Your weakened smile is met with a worried frown. Satoru’s gentle tone, masking his franticness, rings in your ears like a song you loved but haven’t heard in a long time. He rushes to guide you gently back onto the bed, a thumb wiping away the sweat trickling down your temple. “Soup’s on the stove. But first, let’s get you cleaned up. Is that okay?”

Before you can protest - as if you had the strength to - Satoru scampers off to your bathroom. You lay there in the deafening silence as he does. You had an image to uphold, archives to categorize, and a Satoru to distance yourself from. 

But right now, your eyes meeting his like constellations aligning in the night sky as he returns with a small basin filled with warm water, a soft cloth draped over his shoulder, you think that you wouldn’t mind falling apart for him. 

Sitting down beside you, his gaze never leaving your face, “Just relax, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” A tenderness in his voice matching the warmth of the damp washcloth gently dabbing your forehead.

A heavy feeling settles in your gut. You want to shy away from the fondness in those blue depths as they never leave yours. You want to block out the hushed whispers of reassurance as his fingers trail lightly across your skin, uncomfortably hot. You want to cry. 

And you don’t realize you are until Satoru’s hand stiffens, eyes widening with emotions you can’t name. 

Oh. 

Satoru has seen you strong, capable, and fiercely independent. He’s seen you turn his elaborate equation into a doodle of a ramen bowl with the caption, “Even my ramen has more substance than this theory, Satoru.”

But Satoru has never seen you like this. 

“Hey, hey, c’mon. It’s okay, prez. I’m here. I’ve got you.” Satoru whispers, as if afraid that speaking louder might shatter the fragile reality you both find yourselves in.

His words hanging in the air, and the sincerity in his eyes coax you to unravel the knot of emotions you’ve been suppressing ever since you were pushed into that damn closet with him.

“Satoru.” And it spills out. “I’m scared. And I missed you. And I’m scared that I missed you - scared of what that could mean, and scared of where this might lead. Because I missed you and you’re here.”

His brows furrow in concern, but he remains silent, urging you to continue.

“I've built walls, convinced myself that I can’t afford to be vulnerable out of fear of the unpredictable. Yet, here we are. I can’t escape it, and it terrifies me.” you confess, eyes flickering away from the intensity of his gaze as if avoiding the reality of your words.

Satoru inches his hand closer to cradle yours. “You don’t have to be scared, prez, I’m not going anywhere.” His voice a steady anchor, “Though, I was scared too. Scared that if I confronted these feelings, you’d run away. So, I waited, telling myself that I was giving you time, but honestly it was just a shitty excuse.”

His thumb caresses the back of your hand, a gentle rhythm matching the beating of your heart. “Because for all I spout about chaos and uncertainty, facing these feelings head-on is scarier than any angry Yaga.”

A fresh wave of tears - both at his admission and at that familiar attempt to lighten the humor. “You’re an idiot you know.” you sputter.

“I know.”

“And your theories on life and the universe are stupid.”

“Absolutely.”

“And your overpriced glasses make you look like the fourth blind rat from Shrek.”

“Now that’s too far, he’s a mouse, sweetheart.”

A watery chuckle as his fingers interlace with yours. Satoru leans in, his forehead resting against yours - no care in the world for how contagious you might be. Because fuck if the sickness might not be then these feelings sure were.

“You scared me, y’know.” he confesses.

“I’m sorry. I should have taken care of my-”

“Not that.” Satoru’s unspoken words echo in the small, charged space between you two.

Your heart clenches, understanding. “For that, I am sorry, too.”

Disappointment spikes your heart as he withdraws slightly, hand feeling cold at the sudden absence. But before you can question the impending doom at his mischievous glint, Satoru produces a pen from your top drawer. 

“What are you up to now, Satoru?” you drone, raising a brow at his antics.

“Just a little insurance policy.” he smirks at your confused hum, taking your left hand back in his. Pen poised over your ring finger, ink cold on your skin.

“Insurance policy against what?”

“A promise.”

A delicate infinity sign, it draws your gaze and locks it there. You almost miss the flush creeping up on Satoru’s ears, “Just a symbol, y’know- We can get an actual ring if you want, my mother is actually best friend’s with-”

The sight of him makes something bloom in your chest. It hurt. Not because of fear, but because you felt so full. 

Cutting off his rambles with your lips on his. Steady, and electric, molding together as if they were meant to fit perfectly. A lingering promise. 

When you finally pull away, he huffs out an euphoric laugh. “I was gonna say you look like you wanted to kiss me so bad, but you already did.”

Rolling your eyes, “Think if I tell you something now you can write it off as me being sick and delirious?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Satoru, I love you.”

And that’s all Satoru ever wanted to hear.

“And I love you, in every universe.”

---

The sleep that follows Satoru’s “world famous Gojo family chicken soup” - and that heavy conversation - is the best you’ve had in days. You dream of manta rays in tuxedos, the guests of honor at yours and Satoru’s Nobel prize ceremony.

And, 12 full hours later and finally clear-headed, you find yourself groggily standing in the middle of your room. Blinking in disbelief at the perfectly categorized files of archives, and the sparkling organization of your once-scattered space - Satoru, peacefully snoring at your desk, pen still tightly gripped in his hand.

He…finished all of it?

Your heart clenches, warmth flowering all over your body. 

As you approach, Satoru stirs, those familiar blue eyes slowly opening to meet yours. A dazed smile stretches across his face as he sheepishly scratches the back of his head.

“Got a bit carried away. Guess you really are rubbing off on me, prez.” he chuckles, his voice still laced with sleep. 

“Good then, soon your brain won’t be a black hole of theoretical abstractions.”

Eyes sparkling, he throws his head back to laugh, carefree. “There’s my girl. Feeling better now, hm?”

Your face burns at his words, and his proximity as he stands from his chair to tower over you. Heat radiating off his skin. “Yeah, all thanks to your mother’s recipe.”

“And my charm, of course.”

“Oh, yes, the begging on your knees.”

“Hey it worked, didn’t it? Don’t insult the world-renowned Gojo charm that way~!”

You raise an eyebrow, unable to suppress a smirk. “Yes, yes of course. That world-renowned ‘Gojo charm’ strikes again. Is that why Yaga sent me a gift basket apologizing on your behalf?”

“Listen, sometimes collateral apologies are inevitable. And I learned the hard way that wishing Yaga’s lectures are as riveting as my girl when she’s threatening to drown me in clownfish tanks does not go well.”

A startled laugh escapes your lips, sound bouncing off the once-heavy walls, and you almost miss the captivated expression on Satoru’s face. A tender smile spreads across his lips.

Laughter bating, you throw your hands around his waist in one, fluid motion, relishing at his flustered expression. “We should go to the aquarium again sometime.”

“Mhm~”

A beat of silence. One. Two. 

“Satoru?”

He leans in, minty breath fanning your face. “Yes, sweetheart?”

“Thank you.”

Body moving almost subconsciously, your lips crush against his. Hungry and yearning. Kissing each other with a desperation that eclipses the need for air. He didn’t mind dying if it meant suffocating by your lips anyway - both of them. 

You let out a muffled moan as he pulls on your lips, hands snaking down to grip your ass, squeezing possessively. His tongue was sloppy, intertwining with yours with matching urgency. Trapping yours between his ruby lips, sucking so lewdly. 

Large fingers bruising on your waist, pulling you flush against his body till you could feel the incessant banging of his heart against his ribcage - or maybe that was yours. 

His shirt is all but ripped off of him - as is yours, and if you were in a clearer state of mind you’d feel sad at the tattered state of your favorite Steins;Gate t-shirt. But all that flies out of your mind at the creamy skin of Satoru’s chiseled chest. 

You raise your hips to meet the throbbing erection now straining against his pants, fabric stretched and precum forming a pool right at the tip of his leaking head. A low groan is stifled into your mouth, almost as if it hurt to be apart. 

Satoru’s fingers dig into your hips, moving you to grind against his achingly hard length at a maddeningly sensual pace. Up and down, up and down, up and-

A white-hot jolt of electricity runs down to your cunt each time the prominent vein down his side catches on your covered clit, thin panties now soaked with your slick and his precum.

You almost don’t recognize the disappointed whine that leaves your lips as he pulls away, delicate strings of spit snapping.

“You drive me insane, sweetheart.” he murmurs, breathless with lust. 

“The feeling’s mutual, Satoru.”

And it was like something snapped - maybe his sanity, probably you by the end of this.

Because with a low, carnal growl, Satoru picks you up as if you weigh nothing. Seating you roughly onto your nearby desk and pinning you down. Papers scattering everywhere in the heat of the moment, rendering his earlier hard work useless. 

Satoru crowds your space, ravaging your mouth, grinding against your heated core till the only thing you can see is him, the only thing you can feel is him, the only thing you can think of-

Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer. The friction is maddening, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

Yet, Satoru, as always, disrupts your plans. Breaking the heated kiss, he trails his lips down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. You cry out - both in pain and pleasure - as he continues his assault, digging your nails into his sculpted back.

“I won’t be the first one to cum.” he mutters into the crook of your neck as a hand roams up your thigh, deftly pulling off your shorts. You writhe beneath him as lithe fingers tease the hem of your dripping panties, relishing in the choked gasp that leaves Satoru’s mouth as your swollen lips catch on his tip.

“Oh yeah? Damn well won’t be me either.”

You’ve barely gotten the words out before he tears off your panties, pocketing this pair as well for a lonely night - though, with the way your cunt quivers at his touch, he doubts it’ll be any time soon. “Wanna bet, prez~?”

He plunges his fingers inside you with a savageness that steals your breath away. Easily finding that magical spot, thrusting inside to hit it with scary accuracy over and over. Your plush walls convulse around him, crying out his name. Ah, he missed this. 

But you weren’t gonna sit there and be one-upped. A trembling hand moves down to urgently tug down his tight boxers. Rock-hard cock springing out, glistening with precum, your favorite shade of pretty pink. It made your mouth water. 

Satoru’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he feels your tight grip on his length, thumb swirling deftly under the sensitive slit. Spreading his precum along his flushed head. Torturing him. Warmth pooling at your core at the way he fucks your fist in mindless, shallow thrusts.

“Fuck. You really do drive me insane.” he groans, voice strained with desire as he keeps up the punishing pace of his fingers in your dripping cunt. Both of you unrelenting. Both of you in a fight for the other’s release.

It’s a close tie.

“Oh- oh, sweetheart I’m-” 

And Satoru spills into your hand in thick, hot spurts and pornographic moans. Your fist still pumps up and down his twitching length, milking him for all he’s worth as you tip over the edge as well, walls fluttering around his merciless fingers.

“I win.” you challenge, eyes half-lidded as you still reel from the intensity of your orgasm. Satoru’s fingers quiver inside you as he pulls out with a hiss. Pupils blown-out, the look in his eyes feral.

A slow grin spreading across his lips, words breathless and tinged with a bit of insanity that made your pussy clench, “Best out of three?”

“Always knew you were a sore loser.”

“Nah, I’d win.”

“You’re on.”

Before you know it, you’re being thrown onto the bed, bouncing at the sheer force of the throw - cut short as Satoru looms over you, pinning you down onto the mattress.

His lips graze yours with a tenderness that doesn’t translate to his hips as they grind on yours. You moan as his still-painfully hard erection throbs against your wall, head falling back in surrender as your swollen folds envelope him in his favorite heaven. Sensitive - so sensitive. 

Hands moving to your breasts, cupping them, teasing. Rolling your nipples between his deft fingers as your hips buck wildly into his. Precum and slick smearing obscenely. Faster. More desperate. Absolutely filthy. Racing towards the end.

And your voice cuts through the heady air, “W-wait, Satoru, wait. As the winner last time…” Words trailing off enticingly, a hand reaching hastily underneath your pillow. 

Oh, just when Satoru didn’t think you could surprise him any more. 

A jolt goes through his body at the thick, pink vibrator that emerges from beneath the pillow. Sleek metal catching the light, his eyes trailing up, up, up, intimidatingly large in your hands.

Eyes widening, Satoru’s breath hitches in his throat as he watches you handle it with practiced ease. Flip, switch - bzzzzz-

It rings in his ears and resonates through the room. A surprised smile stretched across his lips, despite himself. “Oh, who knew the esteemed student prez was such a little minx. Shit, sweetheart, gonna give me a heart attack.”

“You’re not the only one with lonely nights.” You nod pointedly at his pants - strewn across your bedroom floor and panties stuffed safely in his pocket. 

You bite your lower lip in a way that has probably all the blood in Satoru’s body rushing to his pulsing cock. Aching for something. Aching for you. 

Sensually, you press the buzzing toy against your clit, hips bucking at the immediate and intense stimulation. A jolt of pleasure making you gasp.

Satoru watches, spellbound, as you writhe beneath him - eyes locked so dangerously with his. He can see the slick beading at your folds, pooling onto your bed sheets. 

Impulsively, he reaches out, wrapping a large hand around yours, guiding it to your dripping hole. “Now…” your eyes light up in excitement at his predatory tone. “That’s just playing dirty, prez. I might just cream myself.”

Agonizingly slow, Satoru eases the vibrator inside you, walls clamping down so deliciously. A clever hand draws tight, little circles on your throbbing clit. 

You arch off the bed at the sensation and the stretch - full. So full. Full and so in heaven.

A fresh wave of slick coating the already-glistening metal, Satoru begins to fuck the toy into you, matching the rhythm of the vibrations. Relentless, he was absolutely relentless. Base meeting your swollen lips, tip kissing your cervix. 

It drives you insane. He drives you insane. 

“Fu-fuck Satoru-” Breathing ragged, tears pricking your eyes at the sensitivity, it only takes one two three more thrusts of the vibrator stuffing your cunt before you’re cumming with a loud cry of Satoru’s name, till you see stars behind your eyes. 

“Ah, I’m so glad we made it to the bed this time.” 

“Idiot.”

“Love you too~” Satoru continues to fuck into you mercilessly with it over and over, drawing out your high until you’re left limp and boneless beneath him. The only thing you can do being to take it.

As the shocks of electricity in your body fade, Satoru carefully removes the vibrator. You whimper at the sudden emptiness.

“Round 2 goes to me.” smugness evident in his words, slightly muffled by your lips.

“Shut up and kiss me. It’s the tie-breaker.”

His lips capture yours in a deep kiss. You can taste the salt of your sweat on his lips, and the desperation of the moment. It’s intoxicating. More addictive than any drug in the world. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him against your body - sticky with sweat and cum - till you can feel his rock-hard cock once more. Eager and aching for you. Teasing your folds with his leaking tip, readily spreading for him.

Finally, after what feels like hours - maybe even weeks - of buildup, he sheaths himself in your snug cunt the way you’d been dying for these lonely nights with just your vibrator. And with the way Satoru lets out a low, desperate moan - head thrown back - you think he might share the sentiment.

“God. Hah- Ah you look so beautiful under me, sweetheart. Hngh- wouldn’t get used to this in my lifetime.”

“Then hngh- find me in the n-next.”

He presses in slowly, languidly - a sensuality that envelopes you and makes you keen at the stretch. Finally bottoming out, he savors the heavenly feeling of being completely inside you. You really were heaven on Earth. 

Pulling back, prominent veins grazing that spot just right, he rams back into you with purpose. Savoring you. Torturing you. “Satoru oh- f-fuck me like you hah- mean it goddamit.”

But it’s not long before the great Gojo Satoru loses his handle on himself. Maybe it was the tears clinging to your lashes. Maybe it was the way your legs wrap so tightly around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust. Or maybe it was the fucked-out whines of his name spilling from your mouth.

Because he’s fucking into you desperately. Feral, deliberate strokes that make you ass sting at the smack of his heavy balls. The harsh slapping of skin on skin echoing in your heady bedroom at his unforgiving cadence.

The air charged so tensely that you could barely breath - or maybe that was the way Satoru’s furious tip kissing your cervix over and over knocked the air out of your lungs. Every nerve ending in your body felt alight with white-hot pleasure, electrifying you from the tips of your toes to the crown of your head - filled only with Satoru Satoru Satoru-

Vision blurry, head dazed so lustfully, you barely notice the way Satoru reaches down between you, his fingers familiarly finding your clit to rub harsh circles on it in time with his thrusts. It’s too much. Ah, you were going to pass out.

Instead, you cum - all over his twitching cock. The sensation almost too much as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you. Especially when your walls clamp down, milking his cock so sinfully as Satoru spills into your snug cunt.

Balls tightening as he thrusts thick ropes of seed into your dripping pussy, your juices mixing with his as he thrusts animalistically into you, fucking it deeper and deeper. Decorating your plush walls white, cum spilling out of your sloppy hole as it overflows. 

Flashes of light behind his eyes at the sensitivity - pain, pleasure, yearning all melting into one, gooey mess that mirrored his heart right now. Desperate calls of your name leaving his lips like a prayer. Because maybe you were his salvation.

With a moan of pure ecstasy at the feeling of being so full you think you’d explode, you pull Satoru to you, nails dragging down his shoulder and every part of you wrapped around him so impossibly tight. As if you never wanted to let go - and you didn’t.

You don’t, even as you both gasp for air - and sanity. Even as he collapses his sweaty body onto yours, careful to not crush you with his weight. And you especially don’t let go as those dazed eyes bore into yours, a tender moment in the weighty silence. 

Because right now, no words were needed.

“I love you.”

“And, I love you. In every universe.”

Except maybe those. 

It’s only once reality is setting in, exhausted and intertwined so tenderly in his arms, that a sense of familiarity permeates the heavy air. 

“I win.”

An agitating, grating voice that you loved so much.

You let out a dragged out groan, rolling your eyes. “That’s only because I went easy on you.”

“Oh yeah? Well, I’d love to prove you wrong, sweetheart, but I think my dick is out of commission for the next week at least.”

A sharp bark of laughter startles its way out of your lips as he bounces you two on the mattress, laying on his stomach and swinging his feet as if he was at some slumber party.

“Soooo~ Now that we’re finally dating, I can finally stop holding back on the quantum entanglement puns, I’ve got a list on my Notes app that-”

“I’m gonna entangle your face with my fist.”

“Jokes on you I’m into that.”

“You’re incorrigible.”

“But you love it.”

“Unfortunately.”

---

Gojo Satoru likes to think he’s hilarious. A real connoisseur of the fine art of comedy. The fifth member of Impractical Jokers. 

So, of course, he had to barge into the hell that was his new 8am class with style. Bursting in through the swinging doors, imaginary cape flowing in the wind. Sue him, so what if he’s an attention-whore?! 

His bright gaze sweeps over all the students barely keeping their eyes open, before finally landing on you - on the edge of your seat, brows furrowed so adorably and eagerly drinking in every word Yaga droned on about. Who the hell found advanced quantum physics that riveting?

Intrigue piquing as he makes a beeline to you, Satoru’s heart lurches at that weird little part of him that wishes your attentive gaze was on him instead. Strange. 

Sliding into the empty seat beside you, of course he immediately turns on his world-renowned Gojo charm. You’ll be putty in his hands in no time~!

“Any closer to Yaga and you’d be fucking his wife, y’know.” 

“...”

Okay, maybe that didn’t come out as suave as he expected, but damn, not even a giggle?

You couldn’t blame the guy for getting nervous in front of a pretty girl! Nor could you really blame him for plowing on despite that - not after the jolt of electricity that ran through his body the second your irritated eyes met his. 

Oh wow. So that’s what it’s like to have your soul pierced and buried six feet under.

It was sort of addicting.

And if Satoru thought his knees were weak at just a glare from you - well, he was not ready for the way you snapped at him and told him to shut the fuck up. Ah, truly a woman of his dreams. 

Not even half an hour into the lecture and if you asked Satoru to recall a word spoken by Yaga then he wouldn’t have been able to tell you. The words went in one ear and he couldn’t even remember if it went out the next - too focused on getting your attention on him at least once more. 

He just wished you’d look at him - let him see all the shades of your eyes, and the exact degree at which your lip curls in annoyance. What would that smart mouth say to him next? 

“Now, would anyone here be able to discuss the interpretations in the debate between the Copenhagen interpretation and the Pilot-Wave theory?”

Which is why he positively jumped at the chance to show off his academic prowess to you. Only to find…you teetering on the edge of your seat as well? 

Your voice is even, a fiery glint in your eyes. He’s entranced. 

“The Copenhagen Interpretation uses Heisenberg's uncertainty principle and emphasizes measurement to state that quantum-level particles can act as both waves and particles. It’s the most widely accepted and pragmatic theory.”

Oh. This was going to be interesting.

Heart banging against his ribcage, voice slightly shaky, “Not to be the devil’s advocate but the Pilot-Wave theory makes way more sense practically.”

Thus, Gojo Satoru, in his failed attempts to flirt, starts a rivalry with you that shakes the entire physics department - and his heart. 

He was sure if he told Shoko and Suguru the real reason why he was suddenly spending hours poring over his physics textbooks then they’d definitely laugh their asses off - after giving him a good smack for being so ridiculous. 

It’s not that he didn’t like being on the receiving ends of your snarky remarks and death stares - but it’s just that he also wishes you’d kiss him silly while you do it. God, for someone voted campus hottie three times in a row, why was it so hard to just ask you out?

Which is why, seeing you being dragged into their little circle at that off-brand frat party, he thinks - ah, this might just be fate. 

Silently thanking Shoko for her accidental wingmanning, Satoru watches in amusement as you reluctantly scribble your name on that crumpled piece of paper. And if he slipped in a couple extra with his name on it, well, he was only glad you were too busy cursing his entire bloodline out to catch him.

The smell of cheap beer filling his senses, strobe lights matching the banging of his heart against his chest. Even if he did cheat at the game a little, Satoru didn’t think he’d end the night with your soaked panties burning a hole in his pocket - and the whisper of your lips on his searing even more. He was dazed. 

Was that…a dream? 

It must be, right? There’s no way the gorgeous student prez who hates his guts would suddenly be in the same proximity as him - let alone let him tonguefuck you into insanity. 

You tasted so sweet.

Yeah, must’ve been some hallucination. 

Months later, your soft grumbles in his ear, and your hand warm in his, swinging playfully between you two in the buzzing aquarium - a part of Satoru still thinks he’s hallucinating.

“Slow down, Satoru! The fish aren’t going anywhere.” you huff as he flits excitedly from tank to tank, eyes sparkling like a kid in a candy store. Yet, you couldn't help the beginnings of a smile curling at the corners of your lips at his childlike excitement.

“Can’t! I couldn’t show you this last time, even a hardass like you’d love it.” 

Whatever retort on the tip of your tongue is cut off by the breathtaking sight before you.

A grandiose tank - a kaleidoscope of an underwater world that stretched beyond your field of vision. Hues of blues and greens glimmering before you. Marine life you wouldn’t be able to name - no matter how many hours of watching NatGeo - in an ethereal dance across the water.

“Last time we were here we talked about multiverses. I know now, I hope that in every universe, we’ll be here together. Standing side by side, watching the deep blue and arguing about physics.”

Eyes widening at the beauty - and his words - you turn to Satoru, only to see his piercing gaze already on you. Satisfied grin bathed in a soft blue light from the tank, his twinkling eyes reflecting you and the lights and you. It was beautiful. He was beautiful.

“See? Didn’t I tell you you’d love it? I’m always so great at these thi-”

You shut up that big mouth - with your lips on his. 

Tender and weighty - as if you two had all the time in the world. And, your hands electric under Satoru’s touch, cold metal of the infinity sign searing into your ring finger - you think you probably do. Because Satoru’s tastes like candied apples and everything you could ever want. A promise.

“T-told you I was irresistible.” 

Confident words, muffled by your lips. You pull away with a disbelieving huff of laughter, and you’re glad you did - because you catch a glimpse of the nervous twinkle in his eyes and the flushed cheeks betraying him.

“You wish.” you chuckle, brushing your fingers over his cloudy white locks. That familiar, easy grin tugs on the corners of your heart, and for a moment - just this moment - it feels like just the two of you in this bustling aquarium. In this uncertain world.

“Sure do.” he whispers, as if a secret - meant for just the two of you. 

“Now, my prez, wanna go to our little booth at the café and debate the Copenhagen interpretation and the Pilot-Wave theory?”

A/N. Can you tell the title was inspired by Go For It, Nakamura?

Also so sorry for posting only sporadically this week, for some reason my posts refuse to show up under any tags and as a creator that’s really discouraging. But here’s to next week being better hopefully!

Plagiarism not authorized. 

Taglist:

@bbyxxm @maskedpacific @mrs--imperfect @dunixxd @scarammouch

[sugurugetoshairbrush]

playing match-maker with professor!gojo satoru—”we can’t mind our business!” [nxt]

teaching is incredibly rewarding. nothing beats the sense of fulfillment that comes with educating the next generation—it gives you a sense of purpose and makes you feel like a contributing member of society. but recently, you've developed a guilty pleasure, an unhealthy vice. 

because, in truth, what you really find rewarding isn’t teaching. it’s the juicy gossip you share with your colleague, gojo satoru. 

it started innocently enough—quick whispers and passing speculations about students during breaks. then it escalated to frantic texts about classroom dramas. now, it’s a full-blown routine: coordinating your lunch breaks to debrief over an aptly chosen herbal tea at the café across the street.

gojo, the physics professor, is an instigator by nature. unfairly brilliant and chronically bored, he’s always looking for ways to entertain himself. you, an english professor with a manageable workload, were the perfect partner in crime. together, you’ve meddled in your students’ lives, and your escapades have become something of a shared hobby.

his preferred method of meddling is match-making, and to your credit you guys have had one successful match:

juniors, kasumi miwa and kokichi muta.

sweet, hardworking miwa was one of your favorite students, always putting extra effort into your creative writing assignments. muta, (aptly nick-named mechamaru) is a genius with mechanics and the president of the robotics club. gojo taught him quantum physics and claimed he was one of the sharpest students he’d ever met.

it started with a haiku.

you’d assigned miwa’s class a poetry assignment, and her submission, though simplistic, immediately caught your attention:

I may not love science, I can’t bring machines to life, yet I yearn for you.

if that wasn’t enough, there were faintly erased doodles of robots holding hands in the margins of her submitted assignments. around the same time, gojo noticed muta sitting strategically in his class so he could be visible through the window into yours. he angled his notes just enough to display his complex equations—clearly trying to impress miwa.

the moment you pieced it together, you texted gojo:

dr. gojo satoru: no way, her haiku is basically screaming I love him

you: lmao I asked her about the inspiration, and she said, “just a friend”

dr. gojo satoru: she’s gonna move on if we don’t act now!

you: what if we double-book office hours for them? “accidentally,” of course

dr. gojo satoru: omg brilliant, drafting the email rn XD

the plan worked. you and gojo “accidentally” scheduled them for office hours at the same time, then conveniently left them alone. miwa, stumped by an intentionally tricky writing assignment, was soon receiving help from muta. numbers were exchanged, tutoring sessions turned into hangouts, and four months later, they were officially dating.

now, every month, gojo extorts a cream puff from muta as a “thank you” for the setup from the pricey bakery downtown. you pretend to disapprove but always end up splitting the treat.

which brings you to your current predicament. you and gojo are locked in a heated debate about which first-year students to set up next. gojo insists itadori yuji and kugisaki nobara are the ideal pair, but you’re convinced yuji and fushiguro megumi are better suited. gojo’s conviction runs so deep he swears it’s ingrained in on an atomic level.

so to raise the stakes, gojo has wagered his louis vuitton messenger bag (est. value: $3k), while you’ve offered up your earnings from the third installment of your self-published ya novel (est. value: $4k). and yes, the fact that those numbers are so close in value is embarrassing.

desperate to prove each other wrong, you agree to consult your colleagues.

gojo’s first choice? philosophy professor getou suguru.

dr. gojo satoru added you and prof. getou suguru to a group chat

dr. gojo satoru named the group chat cupids <3

dr. gojo satoru: getouuuu dr. gojo satoru: getougetougetougetougetou

prof. getou suguru: this is highly unethical.

prof. getou suguru left the chat.

though getou pretends to be above your antics, he shows up to join you in gojo’s office later, coffee in hand and smirking. he brushes a finger across the desk and frowns at the dust.

“if I were willing to entertain your ridiculous game—which I’m not—I’d say megumi and yuji are the better match,” he declares, smugly.

he strolls to the whiteboard, sliding his glasses down from his forehead to settle over his eyes, his black bangs falling neatly into place, and begins sketching a diagram:

utilitarianism: will the act ultimately result in the best overall results—maximizing utility?

• megumi x yuji: opposing personalities balance each other out, ultimately improving their weaknesses. ↳ e.g. megumi silences yuji when he talks over the lecture, while yuji incites megumi to participate more during group projects, increasing his participation.

• nobara x yuji: similar personalities embolden bad habits, ultimately leading to chaos. ↳ e.g. nobara and yuji are rarely late individually, but when they hang out, they end up coming to class late, usually carrying coffee, and snacks.

getou pops the cap back on and crosses his arms, “I rest my case.”

you cheer while gojo groans, insisting getou’s biased.

determined to recruit an ally, gojo drags you to statistics professor nanami kento, the epitome of calm professionalism. confident in his plan, gojo smirks and declares, “once nanami agrees with me, the resident genius, your theory will come to a grinding halt—no momentum, no inertia, just friction stopping you in your tracks.”

nanami’s sitting at his desk engrossed in grading assignments when you all appear in the doorframe. his brown oxfords shined, speckled tie flung loose over his shoulder.

when he notices your presence, he pointedly checks his watch before stating, “you’ve got ten minutes, for,” he gestures, “whatever this is, I leave at six.”

you explain the predicament and nanami rolls his eyes, rubbing at his temples like he’d just got a headache. “sounds like simple probability, for example,” he rises to pick up a piece of chalk from his blackboard:

p (a) = # of favorable outcomes / # of possible outcomes

p (a) represents the probability of event “a”, megumi and yuji coupling up

he draws a number here, a letter there—the equation is getting increasingly hard to follow, even gojo looks dumbfounded. 

“two, carry the one. and you get…” he starts completing the result:

p (a) = f(u)<k 0ff

he deadpans, the mirth visible in his eyes, “you guys really thought I’d help you with your childish endeavor, has anyone ever told you to simply just mind your own.”

you huff out offended, “we can’t mind our business! come on, don’t be like that. aren’t you close with yuji, being his advisor and all, you should want the best for him!”

nanami sighs, glancing down again at his watch. five more minutes. he approaches you and flips open his phone, scrolling for a couple seconds. 

“here look,” he tilts the screen showing a text thread with yuji:

itadori yuji (freshman): sensei can I ask you something?

nanami k.: what can I do for you itadori? 

itadori yuji (freshman): you know how I’m undeclared? well, I love spending time with friends. is it okay for their interests to influence my major?

nanami k.: while the choice should ultimately be your decision itadori, it is only natural that your environment and experiences influence the line of thinking that leads to that decision. which of your peers have you found most influential? 

itadori yuji (freshman): I don’t wanna say because I don’t think they realize how much I look up to, and respect them. I’m scared I’ll psyche them out. but they’re terrific: driven, independent, and forthright.

nanami k.: well if those traits are any indicator they seem like a strong, positive influence to your academics.

you finish reading and you all share a look. you start, “okay so, I think I’m confident that with yuji’s messages in mind, we all think, no, are certain, that yuji’s ideal match is…”

“megumi!”

“nobara.”

“megumi!”

“nobara!”

and so, you once again, begin considering who might be the next best person to consult for an additional perspective.

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊ back in their dorms, megumi, yuji, and nobara can’t stop sneezing, the sheer weight of being so heavily discussed tickling their senses.

[wisegirl25]

University AU Timebomb Headcannons!

-Jinx would major in engineering with a focus on weapons

-Ekko would also be majoring in engineering but with minors in quantum mechanics and visual art

-Jinx is a musician on the side who puts out mostly pop-punk and metal music. She hates sticking to one genre and refuses to let labels choose what kind of music she makes

-Her EP would be called “Get Jinxed” with the songs Get Jinxed, Paint the Town Blue, Rebel Heart, and two more metal songs

-Her music blew up after Paint the Town Blue was used in a huge show and her music became pretty popular

-Ekko would be a small rapper//his songs include Misfit Toys and Dynasties & Dystopia (Featuring Jinx)

-Ekko would eventually join the band True Damage and put out the song GIANTS which also blew up

-They help each other produce their music

-In their first year they were required to live in the student dorms and boys/girls were not allowed in each other’s dorm buildings so Jinx would constantly CLIMB Ekko’s building and sneak into his dorm (which pissed off Ekko’s roommate Scar to no end)

-In their second year they got an apartment off campus together

-Jinx is constantly forgetting to hand in her work even though she does it so Ekko keeps reminders for both of their deadlines on his phone

-Jinx convinced Ekko to get matching tattoos, she got his hourglass and he got her monkey

-They’re both scholarship students. Ekko does everything in his power to keep Jinx out of trouble so they don’t get kicked out (and if some mishaps were conveniently written off by the Heimerdinger, well that’s none of Ekko’s business)

-They’re both addicted to energy drinks and put off doing their huge assignments to the last minute so they can focus on their own inventions

-In their second year they won a national invention competition and they were granted a shit ton of money for their research

-Viktor and Jayce are their professors that end up basically being friends with them by the time Ekko and Jinx start their PhD’s

-They would publish research papers together and Jinx would always insist her name should be put first because “Jinx and Ekko sounds better than Ekko and Jinx”

-Ekko would end up doing his PhD on time in quantum theory while Jinx would stick to weapons engineering

-Although they had different specialties Jinx and Ekko would be extremely educated on the other person’s topic, and they would also use their individual knowledge for collaborations

-Jinx would wear those stupid physics and math joke t-shirts around campus as a joke and force Ekko into matching with her (totally not projecting I don’t love those shirts whatt)

[feasibilities]

Office Hours - Dr. Oppenheimer x Graduate Student!Reader (Part 1)

Synopsis: Dr. Oppenheimer begins a torrid affair with his star pupil.

Warnings: Teacher/Student Relationship, Smut, Cheating, Sexism, Dub-Con

Author's Note: I'm writing a lengthy 2nd part to this so enjoy!

On the first day of his graduate quantum physics course, Dr. Oppenheimer was surprised to see a beautiful young woman waiting at the door of his classroom. He was even more surprised by your contributions during class. The dismissals of your all-male classmates when did little to discourage you when you were clearly the apple of his eye. You always made sure to pick the seat closest to the chalkboard. His TA noticed his forlorn disposition on the day you missed class. As a married man, he felt guilty about the giddy way you made him feel. Feeling explorative, you decided to visit his office hours.

“Good afternoon.” You piped, interrupting his grading.

“Hi, I wasn’t expecting anyone. Students aren’t interested in meeting on Friday afternoons.” He said inquisitively.

“Well, I have nothing planned.” You replied, sitting in the chair in front of his desk. He made a quick glance at your cleavage before retrieving your folder from the file cabinet. A perplexed expression formed on his face as he reviewed your assignments.

“You have an A in this course. What do you need help with exactly?” He inquired.

“Can I complete extra credit and make it an A+?” You quipped.

“I don’t give out extra credit.” He said plainly. Growing annoyed with his contrived naïveté, you stood up and kissed him earnestly. You pulled away and scribbled your address on a blank sheet of paper. A dumbfounded Robert was left to watch you walk out of his classroom. 

—

Robert considered trashing the bottle of wine he bought and bolting to his car when he knocked on your front door. Before he could react, you opened the door to reveal your sheer baby pink négligée. The lacy material did little to cover the beauty he daydreamed about. Robert cleared his throat and waited for you to invite him inside. Huffing to yourself, you pulled him inside. 

“You made the time to come here so stop being so damn polite.” You reprimanded.  He handed you the bottle and hung his jacket on the rack.  

“Sit.” You ordered. You poured wine for yourself and patted the couch seat next to you. He followed your direction with a skittish look on his face. 

“What are you so nervous about?” You asked.

“I’ve never met a woman as…forward as you.” He faltered. 

“Mhm.” You hummed, downing the wine in one go. His heartbeat spiked when your hand moved up his thigh. He was embarrassingly hard by this point so there was no reason to deprive himself of a good time. His slender fingers tugged the silk bow of your négligée loose. He planted a gentle kiss right above your collarbone. You undid some of the buttons on his shirt and slid your hand underneath. The warmth of his skin stoked the flames burning in your lower abdomen. You climbed onto his lap and kissed him harshly.

In a daze, you managed to undo his belt. He could barely get his pants down his thighs before you were sheathed on his length. Your breathing synchronized with his as you tried to control yourself. Cradling his head, you bounced slowly and occasionally let out soft mewls. Robert’s arms snaked around you while he buried his face in your bosom. His eyes flickered closed as he took in the redolent scent of your perfume. Speeding up, your skin began to stick to his. You mixed in a rocking motion that stimulated your g-spot.

“Look at me, Robert…” You cooed. His prepossessing blue eyes opened to a similarly enchanting sight. Your hair had become disheveled and a thin layer of sweat made you glow in the soft light of the living room. Your lips were puffy from constant stimulation. Approaching your peak, you pressed your forehead against his as your moans grew louder. His hands found your hips when he felt that he was close as well. You sang his praises as you finished together. 

[theanxiousghostartist]

TMAGP 32 Spoilers!

Reactions and theories

(Sorry, this is a day late, y'all. I got busy and couldn't listen last night 😭)

Reactions:

Alice, what are you doing? Are you looking to stop Freddie? ...are you looking for Colin?

All alone? Where's Celia?

Gwen, you don't sound like the boss 😭

Aww, she's looking for Sam.

Yeah, I kinda expected that.

I agree with Alice here, Trevor seemed useless 😭

Gwen does have a point though.

Noriss!!!

For my notes lol: Kyla Barber from Liverpool - environmental health officer (the corruption perhaps?); emergency contact - Violet Weaver; Doctors - (physical) Dr. Mika Volkova; (mental) Dr. Allen Cielo, Jozef Block (ooo, maybe Spiral then)

Alchemy????!!!!

No birds??? Canaries???

Notes again: Mann Island Developments

Ok, so she was marked. "Home" was capitalized.

This reminds me of the tree guy from s1

So she became the land??

The statuc as she gets angrier is such a cool detail!

Ok, so the land took her and Became her, using her as its vessel?

Celia!!!!

The plan seems pretty soild, but I'm suspicious of Celia's intentions with Sam.

A hand??? Colin??????????

Celia you saw teeth in your keyboard????

Is Freddie having trouble "digesting" Colin??

Gwen, babes, you're going to need help 😭

What email did you find Gwen???

Luke!!!

He's abroad?

Yeah! Let out your feelings!! Go Alice!!

Why do I feel like something bad has happened to Luke????

Theories:

The casement this episode reminded me of the guy from S1 who had killed his wife and turned into a tree that later connected to Newton's experiments with his dog. In this casement, Kyla seemed to have taken over (?) by the land and used as its vessel. This also reminds me of the Custodian of the Hilltop Centre, who seemed to have Become Hilltop Road itself. Based on this casement, I'm wondering if this is what was starting to happen with Colin. Freddie was trying to use him as its vessel, and when he resisted, it ate him. Gwen saw a hand pop in and out of her PC screen and Celia found teeth in her keyboard, this leads me to believe that Freddie is having trouble "digesting" Colin, which would also be the reason Gwen and Alice found his hand in the server with wires coming out of it. Matter cannot be created (unless Freddie has access to quantum physics and extremely fast/high powered energy/particles), so Freddie is struggling to reinvent his mass (aka the particles it stripped from him when it ate him). I think that this will go on for a while until we hear his voice in the 'puter, when everything will be finalized. Then, is when Freddie will start trying to create its body. However, I think it will need more victims and will go after whoever it assigned itself to (who will probably be the new IT person, whether the Team likes it or not).

I'm having trouble hearing the Freddie buzzes this season, but according to the comments, when Celia talked about Sam "leaving," it buzzed. This is basically confirming to me that she pushed him in.

Also, IDK why, but I feel like something really bad happened to Luke. He's traveling abroad, which could mean Vampyres or Werewolves as we saw in TMA. It would be very cruel to have Alice's only outside (unaffected) connection dead and force her into the horror completely (like S2 Jon). I know there are also some theories that Alice will be the next to die (mirroring Tim), but I think that she will be one of the last to do so. Wouldn't it be more cruel to have her watch everyone she cares about die or leave or betray her so she can't get an escape from the horrors?

Well, what about Teddy? If my theories are correct, he is either Becoming, working for Starkwell, or both. So, not really much of an escape. He IS the horrors.

Anyway, really good episode. I absolutely loved the casement. The writing was absolutely beautiful!

See y'all next week (hopefully on time too lol)!

[naamelless]

existential crisis

; been mulling this idea over since no way home showed. context is basically that the other you finds out that their existence solely relies on whether or not they find their spider-man. and unfortunately, it is a consistent trend between you and your other versions. and i mean it when it only relies on meeting spider-man, because you die for it if you don’t.

; non-canon compliant (sorry, miguel) since i want miles to be around here. a bit of miguel o’hara/you. self-love? self-comfort? lol. kinda bittersweet.

Being Miguel O’Hara’s assistant was not an easy feat — would have been the sole thought constantly running through your mind as your eyes reviewed every report sent in on the holograms around you. It was cute, your dear friend was generous enough to give you your own space to work on… just a little far below than his very dramatic supervillain platform.

“Lyla, dear, mind saving these under the save file ‘80085’,” you muttered, your fingertips touching the holo projections and casting them for the tiny AI assistant to catch. She makes a show of struggling to catch it before doing as she’s told.

“Sweetheart, I love you as a fellow assistant, but I think it’s time to change the file name to something more… appropriate? When Miguel looked through the folders, he wasn’t too happy.” Lyla sighs, “And while I like pissing him off, I’d rather you not get your own butt handed to you, eh?”

You only huffed out a quiet laugh. “That was the intention. And I was so sure you’d have been used to his constant disapproval already.” You then waved a hand, dismissing the AI’s concern. “Anyway, it’s alright. I’ll change it.”

“…I would like to replay the same promise of yours ten months ago.” Lyla huffs this time, crossing her arms as she turned up her nose. “You’re bad at keeping promises. Last month I asked you to make some refinements for the tune-up you also promised.”

A tiny guilty frown worms its way through your lips as you looked at Lyla, “Sorry, dear, work has been demanding. You know how it is with the man who constantly gets in between our us time…” You gently coaxed her out before she finally sighed and gave in to your little apology.

Of course she had every expectations that you would only dedicate your next time off to her and only her. You were tied down at that point when she threatened to reset the access codes in your own files.

This was the normality you suddenly faced after being convinced (coerced, in fact) by Miguel to help him keep the multiverse safe. You had been a faithful friend to him through and through, following him with boundless loyalty that could make any other Spider-Man without a friend jealous. You tailed him around and outside of his missions, rarely do the other arachnids see you or Miguel without each other.

Though that was the least of your concerns, not when you looked through the current missions. There were several anomalies appearing all at the same time, and suddenly it was hands on deck. Really, it was impressive just how screwed up the vast multiverse was. If you weren’t the lapdog of quantum physics, you were sure your head would have imploded already. Your eyes narrowed while your ears strained as Miguel did his mission briefing to the other spiders.

As expected, you’re asked to hold down the fort in case of any emergency. You make no promises that you can do so, as usual, and Miguel brushes it off with an eye roll. He already knows you — he knows you’d protect your creations with your life. And unfortunately for you, a good chunk of the tech and research in the headquarters were indeed, your creations.

“That’s all for your assignments. Try not to screw this up, please.” Miguel’s tiny plea was laced with pure exasperation as he pinched the bridge of his nose, likely directed at the four spiders in question. “And no silly antics like switching partners at the last minute. There’s a reason why I’m keeping you both separate.” He glares at Hobie and Miles, to which the other scoffs and only smiles sheepishly at, respectively.

And just as everyone was getting ready to take off, a golden sparking ring appears and in an instant, the spiders were quick on their feet.

“Wha—”

“YOU BASTARD—!!”

A blur whizzes past every arachnid and quickly darts to its target — you.

Everyone yells your name in alarm and soon they found you tackled and getting strangled by this figure. Miles and Gwen quickly act and pull the perpetrator off of you and you sat up, coughing roughly as you tried to massage the sides of your neck. It was a surprisingly accurate place when this figure strangled you.

“Are you okay?!” Peter B. immediately drops to his knees and fusses over you. He looks back up, “Hey buddy, you can’t just portal your way in here and—! Oh my god…”

You coughed, laughing out a strained laughter, wincing as you looked at yourself. Only that it’s you… but younger, and an absolute mess. And not the kind of mess of a scientist who looks terrible after a rigorous experimental research… but the kind of mess who has lost someone dear to them.

Miles and Gwen both glance down and immediately get goosebumps. It’s you… except a lot more hostile… a lot more… feral as it bore its teeth at you, snarling like a caught wild animal. He could feel them struggle as they tried to make another attempt in lunging at you. Of course, as a Spider-Man and a Spider-Woman, both of them made little effort in holding this… terrifying version of you back.

“…The resemblance is uncanny…” Pavitr whispers to Hobie and Jess.

“A true free spirit,” Hobie commends with an approving nod.

Even Miguel was stunted. It was you, alright. He had known you the longest. He proudly owns the throne as your first ever friend in your universe. And he has seen you at this age. But you weren’t a hothead, you were far from this snarling teenager.

“You sick, evil bastard—! How long have you known?! How long?!” The younger you screams, and in an instant you understood. Call it a self-intuition, but the anguish in their eyes was something you’ve known. You stared at yourself in the mirror before, and have seen the same glimmer of agony and suffering in those eyes of yours.

“You know this guy?” Jess asks the one question around everyone’s head.

You only laughed, dry, which further infuriates the younger you, “No, not personally. But… I guess I know myself well enough to realize what caused such an action from… me.” You sighed a little, standing up with the help of Peter and walked a little closer, still massaging your neck. “That portal was strangely familiar. Where are you from?”

“Earth-199999,” younger you spits out, still with a glare.

Miguel perks up in recognition. That one was an ass of a mission to him. It gave him many headaches and you, a lot of adjustments in your equipment. He only clicks his tongue at the thought of that little nerd with Dr. Strange. That was one multiverse mishap he’d rather not experience any longer.

“And I guess you’re here to ask some questions.” You nod over to the young spiders. “Let them go, I’m smart enough to know I don’t stand a chance against one Spider-Man, much less a room full of them.”

They reluctantly abide you and the younger you stands up, stance almost at the ready to pounce on you and Miguel notices, with himself ready to shield you in any case that this much more feral, younger you decides that there’s nothing left to lose and take your life from you.

“…How long have you known?” Younger you repeats their question, fists balled up as it itched to punch you. “Out of all of us, apart from you, I’m the only one who figured it out because I have access to an all-powerful wizard that can screw with the multiverse.”

“How long have they known about what?” Miles asks, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked at the other you in concern. Never has he seen so much hate in your eyes. Well… technically not you, but still the same. He was so used to your open and almost lackadaisical attitude that it was suddenly unnerving to see you so frigid and full of anger.

The younger you takes a deep breath before looking at everyone in the room with unbridled hatred, “How long have you known that our life only depends on these freaks?”

“Freaks? How mean! Is everyone in your universe this rude?”

“It’s okay, Pavitr,” You smiled, waving him off and your other self takes offense to that, taking a step forward to lunge at you when Miguel quickly steps in between you and your other self. “They have the right to be angry. Believe me, even I was when I found out myself. Though by then, I was sure it’s already too late for the other me’s.”

“No. You can’t say that. Not when I see you’re clearly operating with the multiverse. You let the other versions of us live in the painful reality that all we needed to live was to befriend some guy who got bit by a damn spider!”

“It’s not that… it’s the precedent of letting things happen naturally.”

Your other self reels in shock, “Watching other versions of us die because we were insignificant to some insect guy was natural?! That was natural?!” They shriek and immediately push past the towering hunk that was your best friend.

Every other spider looks at your other version, “Well… we’re spiders are technically not an insect, so…” they all mumble.

“Shut it.” Your other self snaps at the rest.

“…Your anger is coming from a place of loss. Seeing that you’re from that Earth… I’m guessing you had to be reintroduced at the prospect of multiverse, huh?”

“I had to force that wizard to talk to me. You have no idea what it felt like to forget the one person that meant to me more than anything!”

Gwen sighs at the conversation, she could barely understand — you were cryptic with your words as always (really, your ominous and know-it-all attitude is like Miguel with his dramatic platform). “Can you please tell us what happened? At least let us catch up to speed. Seems like the only understanding this convo is the two of you.”

“Do they know?” Your other you asks with a dead laugh. “Do they also know that there’s us? Do they also know how utterly detrimental our relationship to them is to our life?”

You pursed your lips before sighing, “I— no… but…”

“Why did I even ask?” Your other self turns to the other arachnids. “Well, take a good look at us. Drink it all up, because you’ll never know if the version of us in your own world is probably already six feet under.”

“…What—”

“Stop it. Yeesh. We’re not this bitter. That Earth really did numbers on you.” You sighed before crossing your arms, looking at your confused friends. “But they’re right. There’s a good chance the other [Name]’s in your universe is as good as dead. It was after getting into this whole multiverse business that I found out that there is another [Name] in every other universe. It’s a consistent existence — sorry Hobie — that I have. I exist in a world where there is Spider-Man.”

Your other self looks away and faces the myriad of holo monitors instead on Miguel’s lowered platform. Their eyes watching every anomaly.

“But… unfortunately, our existence relies on the path of whether or not we meet… our Spider-Man. It all ends the same. I throw myself off the building and depending on how it goes, Spider-Man will either save me… or I will plummet to my death with a good splat.” You dismissively wave a hand. “It’s all complicated though. Sometimes, there are factors that change how I live. Maybe no one will save me because my Spider-Man in that universe has yet to be bitten… or maybe he is on duty but he’s busier dealing with a bigger problem than saving some sad person. But out of it, the fact remains the same… Spider-Man has to do it.”

You frown as you recount every moment the other you would die because of it. And you hated it. You hated that you had to watch yourself die over and over again, just because the thought of befriending that one nerd never crossed your mind.

“Anyway, point is… I’ve been through it… Miguel has caught me from that moment, and this younger me probably had their Peter do it to them too.” You smiled a little, patting your other self’s shoulder, who only scoffed and shoved your hand off. “Most likely, there is a chance that the other me’s in your own universes have done it or will eventually do it. You could say… it’s my own canon event.”

Silence engulfed the entire room after your explanation. It was a less than admirable backstory, you’ll admit, but you had no choice but to bear through it. You were the same as the other you’s — a background character, an empty shell who relied on the chance of fate in meeting the would be Spider-Man in your universe. In a sense, you were like the MJ to most Peters. Except you were the less important character, the one who only survives if you’re lucky enough; and the one whose death will just be a reminder for Spider-Man to keep doing good.

You were just a plot point for them and you’ve grown to accept that. Not so much with this other version of you, however.

You sighed and nudged your much taller friend, “Go, Miguel. You still have anomalies to catch. I’ll take care of this mess.” You said, briefly glancing at Earth-199999 you.

Miguel catches on and nods, turning to the other spiders and quickly ushers them to their own mission. He looks back at you with a tinge of worry before going on his own. Peter B. and Jess only pass by you with a good natured pat on your shoulder and a ruffle to your messy hair before they also headed on their own.

Heaving another sigh, you look at the other you, finally basking in the free atmosphere despite the fact that this other you is still grieving and drowning in their own existential crisis.

“…It’s not easy being [Name] once you found your Spider-Man. You’re thrown into a lot more wacky adventures. You’re always facing their ridiculous jokes while fighting villains. You’re the butt of every nerdy ramble. You’re forced to be the friend that has to bear through the pain of seeing your hero friend get hurt. You’re always the secret medic — patching them up at the age of sixteen or older without any intricate knowledge on sutures. You’re forced to face the fact that this limber person that you call your friend is also the one always on the brink of death trying to do good and save everyone.”

You sat down on the platform, legs dangling from the little elevated height. “Miguel and I used to argue every night because I can’t imagine seeing my friend put himself through so much. He’s an idiot… but at least he’s a good idiot. I watched him build a family, cared for him when he lost them and waited for him when he left me to replace his other self. What did you do to yours?”

Your other self finally caves and sits beside you, kicking their legs as well and laid back down, eyes staring mindlessly at the ceiling of the headquarters. “…You pretty much nailed my role about being the secret medic. He has missions that get so frighteningly deadly… I always comb through the crowd when the news is done.” They turned to you with a laugh. “I tell myself that it’s cool because… hey, I am affiliated with the Avengers, it’s easier, right? But… it gets harder when it’s him. When it’s my Peter.”

“You care a lot about him, huh?”

“…You care a lot for yours too. I think any version of us who has met him owe our lives to him… or her.” Their smile was a tad bitter, but it was clear they were slowly starting to accept the bitter fact of their existence. “…Can’t we really just warn our other selves?”

“I would want to… except… y’know… it’s really up to us.” You smile a little as you reactivated your holo screens, watching as dozens of monitors that showed the living versions of you live their best, yet stressful lives. You glided your hand a little to the side and let the footages rewind. “Most of the time, it’s us who takes the leap of faith, y’know? The one who talks to them first.”

Your younger you watches in awe as they pointed to another you, you noticed quick and enhanced that one projection, “Oh this guy… they’re my favorite version of us. They take psychology classes and made it their mission to help out this Spider-Woman. Cindy Moon was her name, I think?” You slowly drag your finger to the right and the projection fast forwards.

“Oh. They got together?” Your other self asks in wonder and you only nod.

“Believe me it took them awhile to get there.” You laugh before switching to another monitor. “I think you’ve met the Peters that have another you. Fortunately, they’re also safe and alive in their universe.”

You and your other self watched as this particular you welcomed Peter Parker from Earth-120703 back into their home, fussing a little as they patched him up quick from what seems to be another rough patrol.

“They live together?”

“It’s a strong possibility.” You laughed. You turned to your younger self and smiled, “The point is… it’s not all death around us. We still live. We live because the versions of us that take the leap of faith are the versions that live to see them flourish as Spider-Man… we watch them fall in love with their MJ or Gwen Stacy or… heck, even be the love interest all along. Didn’t you do the same? Didn’t you take the leap of faith to talk to your Peter?”

Your younger self smiles, clearly enjoying the reminiscing, “Yep… I had to. He was getting screwed over by that jerk, Flash. I had to protect him. From then on, I made sure he was always guarded on school and… well… yeah, you know what happens next. And you?”

“Oh, Miguel was a longtime friend. It’s… a lot of sob story. But we’ve just been together since then, and before I knew it, we were working together… I was convinced to study the multiverse with him and eventually… I have every conceivable universe at the tips of my fingers. And I’m not proud when I found out the basis for our existence. I was so depressed for several weeks… that if I hadn’t talked to Miguel on that one particular night, I wouldn’t have been here.”

You sighed a little, eyes returning back to the projection of the other you still patching up Peter from Earth-120703. Guessing from your glare and his wincing, the other you kept scolding at him and he was very much aware of his screwup. “But I found comfort… that there was a good chunk of us that’s living their best life now… friends with a Spider-Man or a Spider-Woman — more intimately involved with some of them even.”

“They’re the version of us that made destiny for themselves. They’re not just a plot point, they made themselves very important to their own arachnid. Because that’s who we are.” You smiled down at your younger self, who only continued to look at the projection with a fond smile. “They’re loyal to us as much as we are loyal to them once we hit that point. You just gotta trust.”

Your other self looks up at you with a comforted smile, “…Thanks. For… talking to me even though I strangled you from out of nowhere.”

“Hey, it was a first for me. But it’s good to know that you felt the same as I did. The only thing left for you is to process it naturally until you just… accept it.”

“Still doesn’t feel right to let our other selves die,” They muttered with a frown.

“It’s not our choice to make. It’s theirs. If Spider-Man’s arc is to keep trying to save everyone, our arc is to learn how to take that leap and talk to them.” You smile softly, patting their head. “We’re only given the illusion that the cause of our deaths is Spider-Man… but in the end, it’s always us.”

Your younger self sighs, “Yeah… yeah. I got that.” The both of you were silent until they finally stood up and moved their arm and the same portal emerges. You look over to see Dr. Strange waiting at the end, and… the same ‘little nerd’ that Miguel kept grousing at.

“They’ve been waiting for you.”

“Sure have.” They headed for the portal only to stop, running back to you to give you a tight hug.

You could feel the air knock out of your lungs a little before you smiled and returned the gesture, squeezing them tight in your arms. “I’m here if you need to talk, alright? Just… portal in if you really need someone who can relate to your… little multiverse situation.”

“I will,” they whispered softly. “Thanks.”

You watched as they headed into the portal, catching a glimpse of Peter from Earth-199999 catch them into a tight hug as well while Dr. Strange ruffled their hair fondly. It eventually closed and you were left in your own silence.

You settled on working on organizing files, but ever so slightly, you’d be glancing at the other monitors around you, watching the projections of the other you’s. You smiled a little, watching as your other younger self and that little nerd talk up high on a random rooftop.

The silence breaks around you when suddenly, the office is filled with chatter as soon as every single spider entered. You could feel the tiny warmth in your chest. You were only glad that you have this much friends. And that after all this time, your Spider-Man was just with you.

“Oh! The other you is gone?” You jolted to find Peni smiling up at you. You only nodded.

“Yep. It was fun to talk to another me. It gets lonely here, y’know?” You laughed, patting her head gently. You turned around to see everyone looking at you with smiles on their faces, seemingly content with their accomplished missions. “Welcome home, everyone. Good to see you all safe and sound.”

“Yeah well… if we didn’t you’d pretty much nag at us,” Gwen snorts as she heads over to give you a little hug. “So… other you finally went home?”

“Mhm… they just need a little time to process things.” Your smile was minuscule but incredibly genuine.

Miles finally comes up with the golden question, “So… about earlier… you said, your existence is consistent… as long as there is a Spider-Man, right?” He asks, hand on his hip as he looked at you with immense curiosity. You only nod at him. “Does that mean I have my own [Name] too?”

“Oh! Uh, yeah… though I’m not entirely sure how they would be in your world. You’re a special circumstance since you had a Peter before… so… it’s possible that maybe they befriended him? Or maybe… they’re just as young as you and… is probably at that crucial point in their life.”

“Do you know where the address to my [Name] is then?” Miles pulls out a random paper and pen urging you to write. “I mean, if they’re as cool as you are, then I surely wouldn’t mind meeting them.”

You blinked. “…Wait what?”

“…Right. So I just need to find you in my universe, huh?” Hobie stretches his limbs. It seems like his mind is pretty made up by then. “Cool. Time for me to break your consistent streak, yeah?”

“What—”

“Give me an address to where you live in my universe too. I’ll make sure the both of us meet,” Gwen laughs from beside you.

“Ooh! Do you think your version in my universe also likes chai?”

Suddenly, you were overwhelmed with questions from almost every other spider person in the office. There was excitement in their voices, and while you were a little overwhelmed and a little spooked by their eagerness, you found yourself warming at the thought of them wanting to take the first step for you instead. Well… for the other versions of you.

Miguel cuts in quick, “Alright that’s enough. Let’s not hassle my [Name].” He scolds, but it was clear he was smug about having his own version of you. The spider kids knew and all scoffed on their own. “It’s not like they know everything about their other selves. And don’t ask them for the address, if you wanna meet your [Name] look for them yourselves instead.”

You smiled a little, grateful for your friend’s help. They looked at you and you only shrugged, glancing at your much, much bigger best friend.

They all groaned and decided that it was for the best if they found you themselves instead. They all opted out and swung into their own universes, with a bet to see who gets to see their own version of you first.

Peter B. laughs at the youth while he played with Mayday. He looked at you with a small smile and ruffled your hair, “My [Name] is alive and well in my universe by the way. They helped me while I was in a pretty rough patch. And now, they’re the proud godparent of my little Mayday.”

Jess sighed, “…You just can’t help it can you.” She smiled at you a little, “Mine is pretty much alright too. And, I didn’t copy this from Peter but they’re also this little one’s godparent.” She chuckles as she gently pats her plump belly.

“Liar. You totally stole that from me.”

“Did not! What the heck kind of a monster wouldn’t make their best friend a godparent of their kid anyway? And I was already gonna do that before you had Mayday. My [Name] and I talked about it. Bet yours was a last minute decision.”

Peter B. only freezes up, clearly caught red-handed, he brushes it off with an awkward cough, “A-As if! We totally planned it!”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

A soft laugh emits from you as you watched the two of them argue their way out and probably into the cafeteria. You looked up at Miguel with a small smile, “I already knew their [Name] is alive in their dimension.”

“Of course you do. You’re a bit of a narcissist,” he bites back with a snarky laugh, making you pout. “So did you talk to that little nerd when your other self went back to their dimension? Did you let him have it?”

“You’re not gonna let go of that at all, are you?”

“Hey, that was singlehandedly the most stressful mission of my life.” He sighed begrudgingly, turning back to head to his dramatic platform with you following behind. “At least you were in the backseat, only tweaking the tech.”

You gasp in an overdramatic fashion, “How rude! I cannot believe you would underestimate my efforts. You’re a horrible business partner, Miguel.” You huffed out a quiet laugh. “And I deserve it, y’know? I had to put up with your awful one-liners. I think all versions of me had to. We all suffer the fate of hearing your nerdy jokes.”

He pushes at your forehead, scoffing, “Like you don’t make any.”

“Hey—!”

The entire office quiets down as the two of you finally go back to work, monitoring any anomalies that could pop out soon. It was always like this, there will always be a lingering tenderness between you and your dearest friend. You loved him above all, after all. Even with his annoyingly sarcastic personality, you still held him dear in your heart.

Your smile comes back up on your face. You could still remember that one rainy night. Way before the two of you officially committed to the name of being each other’s best friends. That one rainy night that you looked up in complete shock and awe as the masked hero of Nueva York was there, holding on tightly to your hand.

You could still hear his words;

“Are you insane?!”

And you could still here the way your trained ears immediately heard the man you’d befriended weeks ago. You looked up and there he was, the masked hero… unmasked, looking at you with anger and the kindest concern that he could muster.

Suddenly, that night you were aware that you were dangling a good hundred feet off the floor with only his hand keeping you from plummeting to death. And suddenly, you were pulled up and engulfed in his embrace.

“Thank you, Miguel… for saving me.” Your soft voice fills the silence all of a sudden and Miguel looks away from his work. You smiled up at him with love in your eyes. “You’re the best ever friend that I’ve landed in my whole existence.”

Miguel looks at you stunned, but before he can even speak, Lyla cuts in.

“Yeah, kinda hard for him to hold back when he had a massive crush on you back then.”

“Why are you like this.” Miguel doesn’t even mean it as a question at that point, but a demand and a bit of griping.

You only laughed loudly, “Did you now? How cute!” You snickered.

Lyla floats beside you, “I think he still does today. Some old feelings might’ve been ignited~” she coos, mocking and incredibly mischievous, only serving a hundred more years worth of emotional pain to poor Miguel.

“Lyla.”

“Oops, bye~”

Your smile never wavers even as Lyla disappears from sight. Though no doubt, still probably eavesdropping. You only inched nearer beside him, leaning on his side with a small smile while you looked at one monitor with another Spider-Man and another you, probably on their own mission to take down one of their sinister six.

“For what it’s worth, I think I like you too.”

Miguel briefly looks down at you before scoffing.

You miss the way his lips curl up into a fond smile.

[ofgravcyards]

❛❛   aesthetic.  ❜❜   ⸻   ◜   ❏  . ⸻  a girl with the taste of sweet copper in her mouth , the smell of gladioli and honeysuckles ,   soft   voice   dripping   off   of   her   tongue   like   honey   ,   she's a fallen angel ; your own doom and damnation , she's stained in blood as she rips the wings of a butterfly . ⸻ triggers : death , manipulation , murder .

&.  ⟨  melissa barrera . cis woman . she + her . ⟩   ⸻  *  seems like  MARIA , has been spotted  around   THE LAST DROP .   you know , the  30 / 500+  year old   VAMPIRE  , who’s been in forks for   A WEEK.  whenever I look at them they exude   ESA HEMBRA ES MALA  BY  GLORIA TREVI .  with their loyalty to  MEXICAN COVEN  , that would explain why they have a tendency to be   AN OPPORTUNIST   +  MACHIAVELLIAN .  however , lets  hope that  PERCEPTIVE +  CALCULATIVE   side helps them prepare for what’s coming. After all , something wicked this way comes. 

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full name :  maria teresa salazar .

age :  30 / 500+ .

date of birth : unknown .

occupation : unemployed .

species :  vampire .

language(s) spoken :  universal .

hair color :  brunette .

eye color : red .

notable scars :  n/a .

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positive :  perceptive  ,  calculative .

negative :  opportunist  ,  machiavellian .

moral alignment : chaotic .

deadly sin : pride .

abilities : intangibility  | the user can move through solid objects and ignore most physical effects in their way; the exact means of how this is done vary between slipping partially into other dimensions, being able to make their particles move between different particles, being a non-physical being of energy, vibrating their molecules into a new quantum frequency, etc. Regardless the user can ignore most attacks, physical dangers, and gravity. .

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book : all kind .

movie :  n/a .

food :  blood .

flower :  gladioli .

season :  the summer .

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father :  gerardo salazar ( deceased ) .

mother : unknown ( deceased ) .

mate / husband :  wanted connection .

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— not much is known about maria other than as a human she raised by her father in their remote estate after their mother is killed by colonel José Montenegro, and a corrupt judge dismisses the case as an accident. Grief-stricken, her father diligently trains maria in the arts of combat—fencing, archery, shooting, self-defense and espionage—and instills in her the fierce desire to bring all the culprits involved in her mother’s death to justice. as she grew older , she would carry out missions and assignments given to her by the Independence Army, and in return, the army gives her information on the location of the culprits so that she can intercept the murderers and accomplices of Montenegro and thus bring justice .

— eventually maria and her father get their revenge. while her father wanted him to rot in jail , maria ended up killing him. the night she was caught by a vampire who was building his own army and seeing what she had done and who she really is, turned her.

—  being part of a coven in Monterrey, where she met her mate and then turned her own father, maria thought she had finally found happiness. for a while she was until one of the battles of the Southern vampire wars, her coven was destroyed and her territory was claimed by another coven. To get her revenge, she joined forces with Lucy and Nettie, who had also lost their respective territories and covens. While Maria's goal was to reclaim her land and exact vengeance, Nettie and Lucy hoped to gain more hunting territory

— maria took newborn armies to a new level by choosing humans with combat potential and giving them more training than anyone had bothered to do before. When she met Jasper Whitlock, she hoped his physical stature and military experience would make him a helpful addition to the coven. When she realized his ability to control emotions, she put him in charge of her other newborns. He made the newborns cooperate with one another. With Jasper around, Maria's army began working together better and their army began winning back the territories they had previously lost. extending her powers and control.

—   the group was later torn apart when Nettie and Lucy attempted to rebel against Maria. Jasper felt their malevolent emotions and warned Maria; and together, they killed Lucy and Nettie in a preemptive attack. after all, maria was the true leader of the coven and knew how to navigate in the world filled with blood and war. she also knew not to attract much attention from the volturi by killing the newborns she made.

—  when jasper left / ran away , while she was disappointed in his departure , she knew he would be alright and not cause her any trouble and continued with her ways. Maria being the fearless leader that she is , runs all of mexico and controls her territory with an iron grip. remaining in the dark from human population to avoid the Volturi's attention

—    as of recently maria has been feeling a pull towards forks , curiosity got the best of her and decided to go. using her small excuse of keeping tabs on the one she turned.

[divorcetual]

assigning ur ocs hsr path element because im bored . feel free to gimme ur opiniones

pastex //

Day: destruction fire

Yoki: preservation or nihility physical

Ishawuu: hunt or destruction ice

Billy: harmony fire

Koro: erudition quantum (the computer...)

Al-Wajiha: remembrance wind

Vaana: erudition lightning

for Kissverse //

Kiss: abundance or erudition imaginary

Kiss bf: hunt physical

Combat: destruction physical

Adaline: nihility wind . solely because green hair im ngl

Sweetheart: harmony lightning or quantum??

yeagh

I agree with day but I think an argument could be made for preservation

Yoki is 100% nihility physical

BOTH GOOD CHOICES.......... Altho she could also be harmony based on her job being all about cooperation and getting ppl to join Koro as bloodlessly as possible? I like her being ice bcs like... in a way it almost feels like it adds to her devotion to Koro, considering its association with the cold

Billy is perfect

Erudation or Harmomy both fit- harmony only bcs it wants a perfect and harmonious (haha) world for every1 who helped create it. Alternatively ut could also be Destruction bcs it seeks to kill everyone who didnt... Koro is hard to place bcs it has conflicts even within itself about that. It loves all "humans" and hates "inhumans", it has to classify people who dont help as another species entirely because otherwise it wouldnt be able to hate them

Al-Wajiha as rememberance is VERY interesting, I hadn't considered it but I really enjoy that. And wind fits super well ^.^

I havent developed Vaana much and ive said eveb kess abt him publically but methinks he woild be Hunt or Preservation + Lightning

Love Kiss as imaginary ^.^ idk which of those paths would work better bcs I can see a both of them... ough

HUNT KISS BF IS PERFECTTTT

COMBAT IS ALSO PERFECT

HELPPP i think she could be imaginary only because. every1 thinks shes a chunnibyou. and it would be funny

I like Sweethart as harmony lightning !!!!

[dynamic-k]

WHEEZE- OKAY. SO. *heaves a giant, heavy box on your desk with a big THUMP* I finally finished the character introduction of SS!Magenta :3 This is LONG AS HELL so apologies for placing this massive thing on your dashboard ;v; I would put it "under the cut" but that's not available for asks so I'm just gonna suffer ig xD HOPE YOU ENJOY *dumps on your face*

SS!Magenta

Nickname: N/A - hates being called ‘Maggie’, which Dark calls her as a tease. Also another insult-nickname is ‘Maggot’, which you call her if you want your entire being to be shattered. ‘Mage’ (like badge) is accepted, but she doesn’t go by it.

Pronouns/Gender: She/Her, feminine

Sex: N/A (you can ask me more about my hc for this if you’re curious, but essentially in my AU stick figures don’t have genitals/an assigned sex at birth - instead they have an assigned GENDER at birth)

Sexuality: Demi-bi

Age: Roughly between Chosen and Dark’s ages (I kinda forgot how old they were in ss… :D still)

Role: Hero

Superhero Name: Snapdragon (cough cough they mean: strength - inner and outer -, fascinating, cordial, grace, deception and deviousness)

Looks:

Height: 5’ 5”

Eye, Hair & Skin Colour: #ea0090 - magenta-pink (flecks of #00ea9e (green) in her eyes - they glow said colour when she’s using her powers, though)

Regular Clothing: White tank top, black jacket (someone tried to mug her on the street while she wasn’t being Snapdragon and she stole it from them) (super casual Vi reference), a brown belt with pockets (with her super suit & other stuff), an opal pendant (kinda half stolen - she yoinked it from the shop but put like ⅔ of the price in the register) (it was all she could afford at the time - she was a kid :’D) and a silver fidget ring (legitimately bought later in life) (ALSO YEAH BC OF THE WHOLE GENDER NOT SEX THING STICKS IN MY AU ONLY WEAR CLOTHES ON THEIR TOP HALF JUST BC OF THEM MIMICKING HUMANS) (IDK HOW IT IS IN THE SS UNIVERSE BUT IF IT’S NOT LIKE THAT JUST PRETEND SHE HAS PANTS HELP)

Supersuit:

Anatomy traced, but the drawing and design itself is all mine (awoop I forgot her mask- hold on)

(that definitely wasn’t drawn in five minutes, what are you talking about-) (i DEFINITELY DIDN’T COPY THE LADYBUG BROTHERS CAUSE I HAD NO IDEAS WHATAREYOUTALKINGABOUT-) (it’s not much of a mask, huh- EH QUANTUM MASKING IT’LL BE FINE) Also side note - if a fight gets serious, she’ll often use telekinesis to quickly tie her hair up into a bun, but otherwise she likes to keep it down since she hates the feeling of it up

Movement Style: Femme, agile

Physical Details: Hollowhead, beauty spot on right cheekbone… conventionally attractive, I guess? It’s nowhere near a priority of her’s, though - it’s frankly just annoying to hide cause attention is not wanted for obvious reasons (on the run and secret identity :P)

Relations:

Hollowhead family: She’s like a cool older cousin to Sec (she helps him with honing his telekinesis powers as well), a sister in chaos to Dark (pulls pranks with him and Sec, I like to imagine them riding motorbikes together, etc), a trauma twin(;v;)/trusted friend/SUPER slowburn ship to Chosen (more detail on that later - it’s super chill and very much a C plot), the annoying, sarcastic yet somehow really down to earth friend to Vic, and a helpful, understanding young woman / friend to Alan (she appreciates his dad jokes and helps him out if he’s stressed, and he’s basically the only father figure she’s ever had in her life :’D)

Quadruplets & Purple: Also kinda like the cool older cousin - she helps them with their various specialties - but to Purple… (this is still mid-arc since I dunno what’ll happen with Purps)… she knows something’s off. They’re cordial and grow to like each other as sticks, but something’s off. Their relationship is rather tense, and everyone else notices it eventually. It’s brushed off by every party but Purple (“holyshitwhatdoessheknowissheontomeandmangoorisitjustapassingthingahhhhhhhhh- justdon’tworryaboutitthere’snopossiblewayshecouldknow-”), though, and not much of that arc is changed because of it.

Orchid & Navy: She’s a kind young woman that’s friends with their kids and probably related to Second…? (not quite :P) Purple doesn’t seem to get along with her, though they’re tense about most new people. It’ll pass. (It will not until Purple’s arc is done :D)

Mercenaries: None of them know her identity at first - Primal and Ballista have fought alongside Snapdragon, and Agent and Hazard know about “the new hero” - but after a while the former two are properly introduced to Mage by Sec and Dark. They become good friends - Primal and Mage especially bond over being, like- the two women- and occasionally make humour out of communicating via LOOKs during conversations and leaving the others to be like “wHAT DOES THaT MEAN-” Her relationship with the latter two is undecided since their characters aren’t that clear yet and I wanna do ‘em all justice :3

Summarized Backstory: Magenta was born in the small, high-rise town of Adobe. Her father left before she was born/created (left her mother, not her - he didn’t know Mage existed yet), and her mother (Kathrine) was abusive as hell (she was basically treated like a servant. Hit, left without food for days, locked in the basement, forced to work, traded rights and services like goods, etc. it was BAD), so at the age of 12 she waited for her mother to go to bed, stole as much money, clothes and supplies as possible and ran. She lived on the streets for several years.

She’d discovered her powers back at her mother’s, but was severely punished for using them (not to mention the physical and mental pain from overusing/not knowing how to control them), so she stopped trying. On the streets now, she practiced almost every day and taught herself how to fight.

It started out small - using her powers to assist sticks in small ways. Help an old stick here, stop a mugging there… but over time she slipped more and more into becoming a hero. Finally, she accepted the role proper and became the superhero Snapdragon.

Unfortunately, Kathrine recognised Snapdragon as Magenta and ended up trying to bring her home in various ways - from the police, to the townsfolk, to Adobe’s villains themselves (not out of love - she wanted her tool back). So Magenta had to run again. Further. WAY out of town.  Eventually, after about a week of difficult travel (when she learnt survival skills the hard way lol), she made it to the big city - StickCity - and settled down on a cliff overlooking it. It would be much harder to find her here, and Adobe was far enough away that Kathrine wouldn’t think she could make it. She set up camp, and has continued to live there for the past three years.

Snapdragon’s career as a hero was temporarily paused for those three years, but she decided to get back into it after a while. She met heroes, fought with villains, befriended a villain, befriended three sets of siblings, got traumatised, worked through others’ trauma, laughed, cried, cheered, screamed, and didn’t regret living a single moment of it.

Traits: Protective, sarcastic/sassy lmao, intelligent as (brains/technique, not brawn), blunt, always somehow knows exactly what’s wrong, understanding but not emotional, charismatic (only) in casual situations or with sticks she can vibe with or… “matches” with… hard to describe. (COUGH NEURODIVERGENT OR STICKS THAT GET ALONG WITH THOSE WHO ARE NEURODIVERGENT-) (I’M TOTALLY NOT PROJECTING WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT)

Flaws: The “only” part of above - she’s pretty awkward otherwise, easily annoyed/irritated, has trouble with articulation, can’t keep focus if she doesn’t like the task (hello ADHD, when did you get here-)

Abilities: Time warping, telekinesis, & sixth sense - #00ea9e (present - she can use it on command but it significantly drains her so she uses it sparingly) (also her powers are super emotionally reactive) (cough cough usually telekinesis blowing things up and/or time warping nearly ripping apart existence) (fun times :D)

Misc Details: 

Has somehow stayed sane throughout this bullshit - she does her best to manage her mental, physical and emotional health, but it’s still super hard with her trauma, unmedicated neurodivergence and crippling isolation ;v;

She’s a super good therapist friend bc of this tho

I’m still not projecting, what’re you talking abou- 

(don’t be concerned help- I’m only projecting a little bit and then amplifying it by like ten thousand) (apart from the therapist friend thing I’m totally projecting that) (I MEAN I’M NOT SHHHHH YOU DIDN’T HEAR ANYTHING-)

She’s been able to get a small job at a record shop (the sAME RECORD SHOP GREEN AND PURPLE MET IN QUESTION MARK??). It’s not great, but she’s been there for long enough to get a few promotions/raises, and earns enough money to get by in her simple, roughing-it lifestyle

Speaking of - her lifestyle isn’t great, but could easily be much worse. As previously mentioned, she lives on top of a cliff overlooking StickCity in a makeshift camp. She had to steal various things early on, but tried to pay for as much as she could afford. She stole a tent, lights, batteries, a sleeping bag, one set of camping cutlery, a few towels and a lighter - partially paying for each. She’d brought many belongings with her while on the run (such as clothes, rations, toiletries, treasured belongings, etc) (which were all also difficult to get for her from her mother’s house at all), and she was able to pay for some things with her mother’s stolen money (no, she didn’t have any of her own - you think she’d be given money in that household?)

Food-wise, she usually gathers what she can from the forest next to her camp (bird’s-eye view, moving northwest to southeast: StickCity, about 500m of plains & hills of farm/wild land, cliffedge, her camp / forest or clearing on other bits of the edge, forest - if that makes any sense ;v;) and buys whatever’s needed apart from that from the city to make a giant one-pot thing that she can freeze (she micro-manages her refrigeration to keep it from thawing and becoming inedible lol) and eat for the next week or so

She’s gotten really good at one-pot meals because of this, but hasn’t cooked in a proper kitchen since she was forced to by her mother years ago

She often visits the city’s library, and is well-known by the kind old librarian (76F) and her assistant (14M). She’s read about half of the stock since she got to StickCity, and is still going. BOOKWORMS UNITE- ahem

Yes, she is still on the run from her mother and the police

Yes, there have been several close calls

No, she doesn’t tell anyone

Until Dark does a background check

No, no one takes it well

Yes, there is drama and angst >:3

Yes, I DO HAVE IDEAS >:DD

A bit more on this later >:]

Haven’t decided on exactly how, but the way she meets everyone is that she helps Second with something in her civilian form - maybe defends him from some bullies or muggers or smth while since he can’t use his powers cause it’ll give his identity away (but she can defend him without powers, so ye) - and then when she meets the ladybug brothers as Snapdragon and helps them fight, Second recognises her and goes “hey you’re that girl who helped me” in private and she’s like “uhh- I don’t know what you’re talking about” for a bit before she eventually goes “eh got nothing to lose and you’re a hero and a kid anyway, so ig it’s fine”

Maybe after a few times of the four fighting together - and getting to know each other more - Second is heading out of school, finds out the buses aren’t in service today (bruh moment), and ends up walking home via a park nearby the school

In the park, he spots Magenta reading a book on a nearby park bench and goes up to say hi. They’re both pretty surprised, and engage in some small talk for a minute - “what’re you reading?”, “how’re your brothers?”, “do you live around here?” (evasive answer), “how’s school going?”

Leading on from the last, she asks if he’s just come from school, and he explains how the buses aren’t available (“oh, oof”). She hesitates, but then offers to walk him home. He’s surprised, but agrees.

She walks him home, they talk while walking - “do you like reading?”, “what’s your favourite movie?”, “do you have any siblings?” (simple, evasive in that way answer), “oh, what about your parents, then?” (evasive/tense), “*notcing sketchbook* oh, you like drawing? What kinds of things to you draw?”, etc

They reach the house and Alan opens the door, worried about why Second took so long. Second explains the whole bus thing and introduces her - “This is my friend Magenta! We ran into each other in the park and she offered to walk me home”. Mage shakes Alan’s hand, and she’s invited inside for a muffin (“Fresh out of the oven! I’ve just finished making a batch.”); an offer she obviously accepts. She comes inside, and Cho and Dark - who had been curiously waiting to see what the commotion was from the couch - get up and are introduced to her by Alan and Sec.

They shake hands, and Magenta also adds that “you also know me as Snapdragon”, which is received with surprise by Alan, Chosen and Dark. Dark is super hyperactive while Chosen is a lot calmer about it. Alan asks if she’s a superhero as well and if they’ve fought together, and is answered enthusiastically by Second. Sec is also questioned and he admits he knew - Magenta is evasive about why she’s alright with revealing her identity to them (suspicion arises slightly in everyone - Chosen the most so - but it’s pushed aside by her being pretty transperent otherwise, and being clearly uncomfortable with her origins and trying to be pleasant abt it)

I haven’t really settled on exactly how they grow to be better friends or how she meets and becomes friends with the quadruplets, but you can sort of assume how it goes from there until I come up with solid ideas 😅 (e.g. for the quadruplets meeting, it’s probably going to be that they fight together when the kids properly join the hero-ing and then meet as civilians) (e.g. they all hang out / Mage comes to visit more often, they fight together, etc)

ADHD :D (is barely aware of it - she knows that something’s up (besides trauma lmao) but doesn’t know exactly what)

Had basically no means of entertainment while on the run for cOUGH SIX YEARS AND COUNTING COUgh so she taught herself a bunch of different random skills, including but not limited to singing, dancing, juggling, drawing, reading, crocheting and sewing (she had to repair her clothes, so-)

Hero with a villain’s mind

The ‘befriended a villain’ bit refers to her and Madame Pop-Up being somewhat friends outside of their jobs

I haven’t fully set this in stone yet - they get along while fighting (banter, similar ideas, similar style, etc), but there’s drama around Chosen being traumatised, Madame Pop-Up hurting people, others eventually finding out, etc

Based on this~~ [GET THE PHOTO REEEE-]

I want them to be friends / have some banter-y camaraderie enough to talk freely about things like new media (episodes, movies, books, etc), different education opportunities (and how sh[beep]t most of them are-), relationship dramas, etc (unsure what Madame’s civilian deal is in SS, but I imagined that if both of them were like, homeless, they could have a temporary truce as civilians since there wouldn’t be so much on the line if their identities were exploited)

They wouldn’t share their civilian names though, or those of any other heroes/villains (despite them showing their civilian appearance, it’s a lot easier to share someone’s identity via name than description)

They do discuss gossip about them tho like “Did you know the twins got a poly girlfriend?” “Wha- nah I’m calling bullshit. There’s no way.” “Uhm- yes way, girl! They legit brought her on a job once!” “Wh- how are they still together? What-” “Hmmm… actually, now I think about it, I haven’t seen her in a while… I’ll ask on our next job” “Speaking of - you wouldn’t mind giving me the details of that, would you…? /pf /hsrs” “Oh, f[beep]ck off. /pf /hsrs”

They’re both aware of the underlying benefit that is learning things about their enemies that could give them an advantage as well, but they don’t often attempt to since neither wants to compromise the relationship

Also I can just imagine a scene where they’re talking over some drinks (doesn’t have to be alcoholic or anything) (probably not a morning coffee though lol) and Mage’s like “yeah you could at least not traumatise Black even more, you d[beep]ckhead /lh /hsrs” and Madame responds “oop- yeah, sorry about traumatisin’ your bf - he’s just so trauma-able!”

Mage goes “um- first off, trauma-able is amazing, but second [heh] - he’s not my boyfriend.” “also f[beep]ck you-”

“I-” STARE “YOU’RE NOT TOGETHER!?”

“Wha- NO???”

“YOU GUYS FIGHT IN SYNC-”

“ALL OF US FIGHT IN SYNC-”

“YEAH BUT YOU TWO FIGHT IN LIKE A BACK-TO-BACK KILLING MACHINE AND PROTECT EACH OTHER FIERCELY HOW ARE YOU NOT TOGETHER GIRL”

“WE’RE FRIENDS-”

“tHAt’S WhAT thEY aLL sAy-”

Ahem so yeah

Speaking of - Cho and Mage ship

Okay so I entirely agree with your reasoning about not complicating character exploration/platonic & familial bonding with ships, but this existed in my AU and I thought it’d be really cute here

Not every thought is about each other, and having a variety of relationships to explore and experiment with writing is fun

Hard, but fun xD

My original ideas for their relationship were already about helping each other work through their problems, and honestly for some reason I find it easier to write personal development for one character if other characters are involved :shrug:

Plus I need to get better at articulating romantic relationships and writing these two idiots is fun :D 

Again - hard, but fun

I’m shite at writing romance in prose, but good at coming up with romantic stories and music video ideas for them for some f[beep]ckin reason ;v;

Why can’t I actually use any of this creativity that refuses to leave me alone and let me focus, gOD?- /pf /hsrs tho sobs

Essentially they both like each other and are still in denial but are chill about it and good friends regardless

Their relationship is like- 60% platonic and 40% romantic, but both of them experience very philia(love of friends)-based ludus(romantic/flirty love) so it doesn’t interfere with anything other than them being teased by the others and being a bit more protective of / flustered talking to each other

Most of their bonding is going “you too!?” over trauma and/or niche interests, and taking care of/being protective of their family and friends

Again, it’s very much a C plot SLOWWburn and if you’re uncomfortable with it, it doesn’t have to be mentioned at all

I came up with some juicy, angst-filled scenes that I love tho >:]

Ahem anyway

After much trial and error with experimenting and/or, just… attempting to gain at least moderate control - she was able to realise just how OP telekinesis actually is if you have the willpower to control things at a molecular level. Just a reminder that telekinesis is the ability to exert kinetic energy on anything without having to come in physical contact. Just a reminder that this does mean that a person could take control of a group of molecules, separate them, and move them all through the air - and through any other group of molecules - before putting all the bonds that were previously in place back together. Just a reminder that that is also called teleportation. And that is just one possibility. Out of ONLY ONE OF HER OP-AS POWERS. Do with that what you will.

Has a harshly enforced rule that the only thing that may be taken from warping to the past or future is information. Changing anything else would create a paradox, and while she doesn't know exactly what’ll happen if that occurs (she’s been warned by an other-worldly being (…possibly us creators? like @alan-in-the-outernet’s fantasy ask au? :3) when she almost did it before, but they didn’t say exactly what’d happen), she isn't eager to find out

Ahem yeah so her powerset is so insanely op that I’ve had to balance it out by her not having a lot of control over the “sixth sense” bit and having all of her powers DANGEROUSLY draining to use repeatedly

She has, like- four major charges a day (major charges meaning like- pausing/slowing time, teleporting large objects - not moving them normally (cause that involves molecular movement) -, looking at what people are doing on the opposite side of the city, etc). Smaller things like making herself fly, enhancing punches… idk… telling if someone spiked her drink- that smaller stuff is a lot less draining

And if she overuses her powers, the consequences can range from a blood nose, to being knocked out for a few days, to death

So she tries not to overuse them :3

(If you want some more detail/have questions abt her powers, ask :D)

As mentioned briefly in the ‘relations’ section, she helps Second with honing his telekinesis, and ends up becoming Sec’s mentor along with his brothers. Mostly for telekinesis, but also with some of his more abstract(/cuogh cough GODLIKE? HELP??) powers since she’s had to deal with the whole ‘tRY nOt TO dEstRoy tHe UNivErsE-’ shebang as well

Respects Rum, has little respect for the twins :P

Fights mostly with weapons or fist fighting, only subtly using her powers so as not to, well… collapse mid-battle or ahem die

Oh yeah, so her situation with the law is that the police from Adobe have alerted the police from as many other cities/towns/places in the outernet as well not to let her in (because Kathrine charged her with a bunch of false things to try and get her back under her thumb)

Since she lives just outside StickCity, and since the police from there kinda brushed it off since they’re dealing with a bunch of villains, criminals and outlaws themselves, and since Adobe is so far away, and since she keeps on the down low - she has not been caught as a civilian yet

The public doesn’t know about the fact she’s being hunted, so her being out and about or working at the record shop isn’t too much of a problem

There being a “new hero” isn’t so much of a surprise that anyone from the police department looks into it at first, but it is published on the news and stuff so it’s still a whole thing

After a while, someone out of the whole department does a background check on Snapdragon, and finds out that she’s that criminal that is to be hunted down

The police start going after Snapdragon whenever she’s out fighting villains, which understandably raises questions on both sides. She doesn’t answer any and tries to dodge them, but Dark does a background check and drama ensues as previously mentioned >:]

Other than that, she’s now got to avoid being captured by the police as well as fight villains, and deal with personal dramas and it gets intense

She’s still favoured in the eyes of the public, though, and the officers themselves are reluctant to imprison her, but still

OOOOOOOO WAIT MAYBE IF SHE DOES GET CAPTURED SHE CAN MEET VIC IN PRISON OML-

ahem

I… think that’s all for now :D

I have mANY~ scenes (set to songs because music videos go weeeee in my mind a lot easier than staring at an empty page smiling with no soul) where someone gets bonked and someone else rages out and trust is lost between friends and someone sacrifices themselves and ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh The thing is they’re all unfinished and hazy so I have many scattered ideas storming around my brain and in the middle is just me going hEHHH-

ANYWAY YEAH THAT'S SS!MAGENTA- Again sorry for that being so long If you have any questions or are interested to know more in specific areas, ASK~ I'D REALLY LIKE TO RANT~ Pffff despite my attempt at organisation a lot of this was super messy and scatterbrained I'm probably going to thing of better ways to explain all of this later but eh ALR SEE YA SOON FRIENDO - INTERNET'S GONNA BE A LOT MORE STABLE WHEN I GET BACK IN A FEW DAYS SO YE

CYAA~~

THANK YOU FOR THE GIANT PACKAGE!!

I ENJOYED READING IT HAHAHHAHHAHHA

[staretes]

Hello I had an idea I wanted to share this isn't exactly a request but maybe it could give you some inspiration. I was imagining something like a crossover between the Avatar Legend of Korra series and Honkai Star Rail. Where the Avatar is the emanator of harmony and the current avatar was a teenager and currently training on the Loufu under Jing Yuan's supervision because their guardians believed this would help since they had been struggling with their elemental powers lately.

ooh i didnt watch the legend of korra fully but i sort of know what happens!

for this to work im adding the path of elation to the roster and assigning elements to the paths heheh

• long ago, the aeons bestowed the gifts of elements to their followers • to those that follow the path of abundance, yaoshi gave them the ability to wield the imaginary, turning dreams into reality, so that they never suffer again • the followers of elation were bestowed the power of wind by aha, spreading laughter and joy throughout the galaxy, unbothered by the troubles of life, allowing their spirit to fly untethered to the world • nanook gave his followers the power of fire. fiery and destructive, burning the mistake that is the universe into ruined ashes. • to the nihility, IX left behind the ability to use ice. existence is meaningless, and what is the point of existing when you're frozen in ice, and nothing can do anything? • the people of the erudition search and search for more secrets in this world, and they know the world at a quantum level. nous gives the power to use quantum, and search for what lies beneath • to those of the preversation, qliphoth gave them the power of immense physical strength, to protect everyone they love. • those of the hunt strike like thunder. they used to be the followers of abundance, before yaoshi allowed the life to fester and turned the universe into an imbalance, and a follower named lan ascended to aeonhood and bestowed lightning to their people, to find yaoshi and make him pay.

you are the emanator of harmony. xipe gave its emanator the power to learn all the elements. once a emanator meets their fate, another one is reborn to take their place. your job is to keep balance and harmony to all 7 paths.

but in order to do that, you have to learn the elements first

7 is a lot, but you've managed to learn all except for the element of lightning.

your guardians left you to train under jing yuan, to learn the last element

hes a super good teacher! patient and understands exactly what you need

"this is hard, general!" you once complained to him

"lightning tends to be unpredictable," he explained. "you are scared of relying on something random, so you hold yourself back."

"lighting comes from an imbalance of energy. this imbalance causes energy to suddenly surge towards the side with less energy." he gently takes a hold of your hand, and corrects your stance. "draw the energy within you, and let it build up. don't worry about it overflowing, that's exactly what you want for now."

you breathe in and out, and focus.

once more, you concentrate your energy to the tips of your fingers. when they start to tingle, you don't stop like before.

larger and larger it builds, and suddenly a flash of electricity bursts out of your two fingers

"good job." jing yuan smiles. "now we just have to work on controlling it."

andd im going to stop myself there because its late and i need to sleep. is this what you had in mind anon? because its really very fun to write hehe thank you for sending it!

[luneaticlab]

Symphoria | Jeon Jeongguk

Synonpsis - What happens when Jeon Jeongguk and Liv find themselves in a parallel universe where science meets music. Will their unity help them to return back home from the musical world? Is it a mere coincidence or the intricate plan of fate?

Pairing - student!Jeongguk x student!yn!Liv.

Genre- parallel universe au

Release Date - 30th January 2024

Word count - 3.4 k

This is a oneshot

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Liv couldn't wrap her head around the fact that Professor Hooke had teamed her up with him to tackle the experiment. She muttered under her breath, eagerly counting down the days until university was over, and she wouldn't have to endure the sight of that rascal's face anymore. The rivalry between Liv and Jeongguk had deep roots, It started in highschool high where they gave their all to snag the top spot. Now, at the prestigious Stellar Institute of Technology, Liv pursued Astrophysics and Sonic Arts, while Jeongguk majored in Astrophysics and Astrobiology. He had also landed an athletic scholarship. The competition was still alive and kicking.

Okay maybe I exaggerated a little.

She didn't totally hate Jeongguk, she was a little bit jealous of him. She had to study her ass off to get in the university of her dreams, while Jeongguk got in simultaneously being the ace of the under-18 soccer championship.

" I can't believe Professor Hooke assigned us together for this one." Jeongguk said without even looking at Liv.

"Well I guess she likes to see us suffer. I heard we have to study sound waves interacting at a quantum level for this one." Liv said, she was excited , her love for physics was more than her hate for Jeongguk.

"Oh there you are" Professor Hooke said as soon as her eyes landed on the duo.

" Now I need your help with this, I've been studying effect of sound waves on quantum particles for a while .The goal is to explore the intersection of quantum physics and acoustics." She said while looking at the setup carefully.

" Acoustics?"

"Interesting"

Liv and Jeongguk said at the same time.

"Yes, who knows, maybe it is a getaway from this world?" She said to both of you.

"But Professor-" Hooke's ringing of phone stopped Liv midway, she went outside to receive the call.

"Getaway from this world? What does she mean?" Jeongguk asked looking at you.

"I don't know," Liv answered frowning while looking outside where her professor went.

"Guys, I got an urgent call from the dean,I have to go, and I won't be back for another thirty minutes, but you guys go ahead and try new frequencies, who knows, you might succeed in escaping?" Professor patted your backs, and just like that, she went away in a hurry.

You glanced at the resonance chamber set-up in between with various adjustable panels.

"Should we try different frequencies?" Liv asked, looking at the chamber.

As the experiment began, Jeongguk adjusted the frequency generator, while Liv monitored the quantum particles in the chamber. The room filled with the hum of controlled vibrations as Jeongguk rang the turing fork.

Suddenly, an unexpected resonance echoed, a faint green glow was created in the center. Both of their eyes widened, and they looked at each other as the indication to keep going.

The vibrations became louder, and the green light seemed to stretch and elongate. Both of them found themselves drawn to it, as if a mysterious energy was calling them,the laboratory seemed to blur, and in an instant, they found themselves on a ground, the scene in front of them was bizarre.

Jeongguk blinked in astonishment, "Where... where are we?" he whispered.

Liv reached out to touch a nearby flower. As her fingers brushed against the petals, the blossom emitted a delicate note, adding to the symphony that surrounded them. "I don't know," she said, equally captivated.

Both of them stood up and started to walk; as they took their first step, the ground beneath them, which was once soft, created a note.

"Jeongguk, I think this place responds to our every moment. It's like we're walking on a musical score." Liv, though she was confused, a fragment of excitement was formed in her. "Liv, is that what Hooke meant?"

The realization kicked in,both of them looked at each other with widened eyes, their expressions mirroring each other.

"Should we take a look around?" Liv suggested.

As both of them made their way towards what seemed like a small town, more like a village. The houses were almost of the same type. They could hear a woman singing opera, screaming her lungs out. She looked like those ancient French people, with white long wavy hair and a beautiful voice and a more beautiful face. Both of them followed the voice; there were people gathered amorphously with their musical instruments in their hand, a lady was performing, behind her there was a piano playing by itself.

"Are we in another world?" Jeongguk said, Liv's thoughts. "Ain't no way a piano can play by itself on Earth."

"The goal is to explore the intersection of quantum physics and acoustics."

Her words were ringing in your ears. "Jeongguk, I think we created a frequency that resonated with this world and caused a portal to open." Liv said, still as confused as she was when she first landed here.

"Does this prove the parallel universe theory? An electron can be distributed, so a version of us is still on Earth?" Jeongguk's voice laced with uncertainty.

"But-"

"Fortissimo! I see young love here," The woman's voice laced with enthusiasm as she eyes them both.

"Is she looking at us?"

"Why is she coming here?"

"How the heck would I know?"

"Are you new here, my dear?" She made her way to them, mic still in her hand.

"Technically, we are not-"

"Would you like to sing, young boy?" She said amiably as she patted Jeongguk's boy.

"What is your name?" She asked him, Liv was holding her laughter because Jeongguk's expression was priceless.

"J-Jeongguk," He replied, overwhelmed by the attention he was getting.

"Maestro and Maestra! A musical tapestry awaits your senses,this boy Jeongguk is going to sing for us."

"Go, Jungkook." Liv said controlling her laugh, the happiest person in the world (not this one) was Liv right now.

Jeongguk just gave her a are-you-for-real expression and just went on the stage.

He gazed upon the expectant audience, every pair of eyes eagerly anticipating the moment when he would unfurl his melodic prowess and grace them with his song.

He started singing, and everyone was surprised by his melodic voice. It was a new song, a different tune, but somehow, everyone felt connected through his singing. Liv here was stunned, how can a man be good at everything? This was the first time Liv saw Jeongguk singing, her laughter long faded, she couldn't blink, hypnotized by his voice. Seeing him sing like that made her giddy from the inside.

She caught the woman next to her, the one cheering Jeongguk on, giving a round of applause. Turns out, her name was Harmony Groove.

As he finished his work, he thanked the audience who were clapping appreciatively, he made his way towards Liv, her lips making a crescent, mirroring Jeongguk's smile.

"Let's get the fuck out of here, I can't socialize more," Jeongguk whispered as he lowered his head to match Liv's height.

Liv let out a giggle as she nodded. "Mrs. Groove, It was lovely meeting you, I'm afraid we have to leave now."

"Oh dear, I would love if you stayed longer, how come I've never seen you before?" She said in a motherly tone.

"We are actually from-"

"We are from another town, just came to visit for leisure." Liv cut Jeongguk's sentence at the speed of light with a fake smile.

"Oh Darling it would be an absolute pleasure if you two have dinner at our place,are you fine with that?" She asked expectantly.

Liv would trade Jeongguk for food, and vice versa.

"We'd love to," She said with a smile, Liv started to adore this lovely lady.

"Lovely ! let me call my daughter first." She said looking in the crowd now " Octava ! Come here darling." She shouted motioning her hands to her daughter.

"Yes mother?" A young girl who seemed to be a late-teen came running towards her.

"Will you escort our guests to our house; I invited them for dinner."

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"You guys are not from here, are you?" Octava said, breaking the awkward silence.

Three of you were walking on a piano-like road, making your way towards Ms. Groove's place.

"W-what makes you say so?" Liv's voice laced with hesitance.

"You guys don't look very accustomed to this scenario."

"Yeah, one second we were surrounded by scientific equipments, carrying out an experiment, and the next second, we are here," Jeongguk said as if he was keeping it in his stomach for centuries.

Octava let out a laugh. She didn't seem very surprised.

"I knew about it. I tried making a signal a few years back, but the door I made wasn't very big. I attempted thousands of times after that, but let me tell you, it's not as simple as it seems," Octava said.

"Our world is called Symphoria. This is celestia galaxy. Our planet means 'The magical 'Symphony' which makes you feel 'euphoric,' " Octava said proudly, which made you and Jeongguk smile.

"So, you like science too?" Jeongguk asked Octava. "I do, science and physics unlock the secrets of our world, turning questions into thrilling discoveries. It's the adventure of understanding how everything works!"

"I know, there is so much to discover, and things we know aren't even one percent of what the universe is," Liv said.

No matter where you're from, science and music are like the cool connectors that bring people together.

After the delicious meal, Ms. Groove learned that you are from a different planet, called Earth. Octava mentioned that she read in her science book about your planet, for them it still had 85% water and 15% land. So for them Earth was still forming, this planet was millions of light years away.

Mrs. Groove was kind enough to let you stay on the upper floor of their house, luckily they had a spare room.

"As much as I love this place, I would love to go back where we belong," Jeongguk said looking out of the window of his room.

"I know, I'm sure Octava knows a way to go back," Liv replied walking towards the bed.

"I will take the couch, you can take the bed." He said; it was very kind of him to say that.

"We can share, I don't mind unless you want to..." Liv said with a bit of uncertainty.

"Alright."

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Both of them couldn't sleep, how can they when they know that they are breathing on another planet, another galaxy, another universe millions of light years away.

Liv turned to the other side; Jeongguk's back facing her.

"Jeongguk?" Liv whispered. "Hmm?" Jeongguk said turning to the other side.

"Does that mean we discovered a wormhole?" Liv asked Jeongguk, she knew that was the only answer. The intersection of black holes and white holes, which can make you travel to a different galaxy, in much lesser time.

"But they are thermodynamically impossible," Jeongguk replied.

"I know but, even if certain laws are stated, there will always be something that defies it," Liv replied.

Jeongguk placed his hand on her cheek, her eyes widened at the sudden contact. "Let us think about it tomorrow okay? Get some rest now."

Liv looked at him, suppressing her astonishment, none of them breaking the eye contact.

Until Jeongguk finally came into senses, took his hand back, his cheeks flushed. Same with Liv, she cleared her throat to release the awkward tension surrounding them. "I always adored singing, you know," Jeongguk said out of the blue.

Liv was looking at him, her eyes telling him to go on, she was willing to listen, willing to listen to his life story, what secrets his galaxy-like eyes held in them.

"I used to sing with my Grandpa when I was young. He passed away when I was eleven. It broke me so much that I thought I don't have the courage to sing again. Until today, when I saw people's anticipation before I started to sing, it reminded me so much of him." Liv could see a tear running down his cheek.

"You know death isn't real. Energy can neither be created nor be destroyed, so he never left. When one ends life, only make space for other forms of life. All carbon, nitrogen, hydrogen, oxygen, and other elements that build human beings and any other life on Earth, do not change in the moment of death. Nothing happens. The same elements will be used to build another form of life very soon. He is just in another form," Liv said.

All Jeongguk did was laugh a little. "Thank you for scientifically comforting me."

"I-I am sorry, I don't know how to comfort someone properly," Liv said timidly.

"E-Even if I'm not good at comforting, I'm good at listening, you can talk to me whenever you want to." Liv said, looking at him dead serious. A part inside of her was thankful that someone trusted her enough to share these things with her.

"I have to say I'm surprised. I thought you hated me," Jeongguk spoke his mind.

"Not really, I was just jealous that you were good at studies while simultaneously being good at everything. When I'm just good at academics, I don't know anything else other than that," Liv confessed. "I was very immature back then, and this part of mine stayed with me till now, but right now I feel none of that. I am very grateful to have a friend like you," Liv said, finally releasing all the insecurities and jealousy.

"Of course, I will teach you soccer someday. We can also go to karaoke," Jeongguk suggested.

"I would love to do that."

In the symphony of life, my 24-hour plan hit a surprising crescendo – from 'I got this' to 'Wait, Symphoria, portals, and harmonizing escapes? Now that's a plot twist no one saw coming!

(I did)

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The next morning, Liv found a note on the living room table.

Dear Liv and Jeongguk,

I know you want to go back to Earth, but there's only one way to escape, The Harmonic maze.

Quick heads-up about the maze – it's tricky! I've tried to crack the code, but no luck. The deal is, you gotta create a harmony to get through. I haven't nailed down the exact notes, but I think your teamwork and connection with Symphoria can unlock it.

My grandparents are suddenly sick, so my mom and I had to leave earlier this morning,we didn't want to wake you up.

Trust the music, trust each other. Your blend of melodies might just be the key to rockin' through that maze. Enjoy the musical adventure!

Mother says 'good luck!'

In Harmony,

Octava.

"Jeongguk, look at this!" Liv said, making her way towards him.

Jeongguk read the letter, there was the address of the maze on the backside of the paper.

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(consider this as the map of the maze)

Liv and Jeongguk reached the so-called harmonic maze. It felt like this was a never-ending maze.

Liv made sure to write a note back to Octava and Mrs.Groove.

"You trust me, right?" Jeongguk asked, looking down at Liv. She nodded with a smile. He took hold of her hand as they both entered the labyrinth, ready to face all the challenges, all the hurdles. Liv never felt so comfortable and secured with anyone till now.

For hours they wandered, here and there, yet they couldn't crack the code. They were sure there was a catch. There were musical instruments playing by themselves in between the maze.

"Liv! Thermodynamics! Heat makes air go up!" Jeongguk said, looking at Liv. His eyes depicting hope. "Let us warm our hands," Liv suggested, and they started rubbing their hands until they got warm, and they touched the walls, and the subtle change of temperature made some parts of the walls disappear, which created secret paths they couldn't see before.

"We did it! We did it, Jeongguk!" Both of you were so happy, and you hugged each other so tightly as if your world depended on it. Until realization kicked in, and both of you pulled away. "Let's go," Jeongguk said as both of them made their way until they reached a point where they could hear a familiar music, a familiar harmony.

"Is that... music?" Jeongguk asked. "Wait, it's not just any music. It's like Symphoria is singing a response to us."

They start moving around, searching for the source of the melody.

"Come here, it's getting stronger," Jeongguk called Liv.

As they stand in the magical spot, the melody intensifies, creating a warm, glowing aura around them.

"It's like, this spot is resonating with us. This spot... it's reacting to us. Our movements, our voices, everything!" Liv says.

"This could be the key to open the portal, Liv. Sing with me," Jeongguk said, smiling.

As both of them start to harmonize, a familiar green light appears, they look at each other but don't stop harmonizing.

As the green light broadens again, they get pulled by the energy.

As they open their eyes, they find themselves back in the familiar surroundings of the college lab.

"Wait, did we-"

"We did!" Jeongguk exclaimed in joy.

"What the hell did we just do...?" Liv was still in denial.

"I'm glad I got to do it with you," Jeongguk said to Liv, making her blush.

"Yeah, I can't imagine doing it with anyone else but you," Liv admitted timidly.

"Do what with him?" Professor Hooke said as she entered the lab.

Both of them looked at their professor in shock; she was still in the same clothes when she left.

"Did you guys not start yet?" She said, looking at the unchanged setup. So that means,

It was the same day when they left, One day is Symphoria is 30 minutes here on Earth?

Both of them had the same thoughts.

The faster you go, the slower time passes - The theory of General Relativity.

Liv and Jeongguk exchanged a knowing smile.

"We did, it worked perfectly." Liv said smiling, which seemed pretty creepy to her professor.she looked at them in confusion until she realized what she meant that made her widen her eyes.

"Wait did you-"

"We will give you all the thesis by tomorrow; see you, professor." Liv said as she and Jeongguk headed outside together, leaving Professor Hooke confused.

"I don't think so I can attend today's lectures, I'm jetlagged." Liv joked.

"Fuck, do you think Einstein stumbled upon some alternate universe that got his brain gears cranking for relativity?" Jeongguk asked Liv as they made their way out of the university.

"I don't know, all I know is I need a good 15-hour nap." Liv said, her eyes almost closing.

"But hey, it was the best adventure I had. " He grinned as she nodded.

"Jeongguk?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you free this weekend?"

"Uh...Yes?" He replied, being all giddy from the inside.

"There is this new Japanese restaurant in 5th ave, want to go try their food?"

"I'd love to."

THE END

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[c-420-rickandmorty]

Lab Report: Quantum Pickle Experiment

Rick C-420

Successfully fermented cucumbers using a new quantum stabilizer. Results: Miniature ecosystem formed within the jar. Fascinating stuff!

Potential applications:

Sustainable micro-farming

Advanced food preservation

Beth's exotic pet therapy (will discuss when she's back from work)

Note: Need to label experiments better. Jerry almost used it as inspiration for his new sci-fi novel. Close call.

Next steps: More tests, possible patent filing. But for now, helping Morty and Summer with their science projects. Who knew quantum physics could be so useful for high school assignments?

#QuantumPickles #ScienceGrandpa #FamilyProjects

[denimbex1986]

'During the middle of World War II, teenage physics major Roy Glauber found himself plucked out of college on the East Coast and assigned to work at a mysterious new government research center in the far-off deserts of New Mexico.

His destination turned out to be a laboratory at Los Alamos, a part of the Manhattan Project, where he was assigned to work under groundbreaking theoretical physicist Hans Bethe to help calculate the smallest amount of fissionable material—the critical mass—needed to set off a sustained nuclear reaction.

Glauber was one of the youngest scientists in the 1,400-person Los Alamos staff, and afterward he went on to a distinguished career in physics, earning a doctorate—and later becoming a professor—at Harvard University. His work focused on a wide variety of topics, including quantum dynamics, the collisions of high-energy particles such as hadrons, and the behavior of light particles, especially in clarifying how light had the characteristics of a wave and a particle simultaneously. In addition to his research, Glauber was known for his sense of humor, such as being the official “keeper of the broom” at an annual mock scientific conference sponsored by what has been called the MAD magazine of science, where his role was to sweep the stage clean of paper airplanes. (It’s become a tradition for members of the audience to throw paper airplanes at the stage to celebrate the end of the night’s proceedings.)

In 2005 he was awarded the Nobel Prize for physics; some years later, the 91-year-old Glauber attended the Lindau Nobel Laureate Meeting, where he agreed to an interview with me. Sadly, he died a year-and-a-half later, in 2018.

In this interview, one of the last surviving eyewitnesses from the effort to build the first atomic bomb gives his impressions of that project’s driving force—the director of the Los Alamos lab, J. Robert Oppenheimer. Glauber describes what it felt like to be working there as a young physicist; experience the overwhelming need for secrecy—and witness the test explosion of the first atomic bomb.

Dan Drollette Jr: To start things off, I thought we might look at these photos on my laptop of 1940s security ID badges from Los Alamos. As you can see, each one has a name, an ID number, and a kind of small black-and-white photo—but at least they each show the individual faces of the people who worked there at the time.

Roy Glauber: Oh, yes. (Looks through array of photos on screen.)

There’s Dorothy McKibbin.

And there’s a very young Richard Feynman. Though they all look young.

You know, there was very little sense at Los Alamos at the time that any history was being enacted which would be of interest after the war was over. So, there was very, very little photography devoted to the individuals.

Although there was a large photographic division, which photographed all the experiments—including all the failures, and there were vast numbers of those. (Laughs.)

But there was not much on simply recording the way people lived, and where we hung out.

Drollette: I like that smirk on Feynman’s ID photo. It’s a funny expression.

Glauber: Well, for all intents and purposes, he was the resident clown. You would often find that wherever people gathered for lunch, there would always be a little knot of about half-a-dozen women all in the corner, laughing—and in the center would be Feynman, telling stories. He really made quite an entertainer of himself. He happened also to be possibly the brightest young mathematician in the place. I met Feynman in the year 1943, when I arrived there.

Drollette: And how old were you when you went to Los Alamos?

Glauber: I was 18.

Drollette: From the description you gave for an oral history about the Manhattan Project, it sounded like they didn’t tell you much about what you were getting into.

Glauber: That was a matter of security, of course.

But I quickly got a general impression of what might be in the air, because the story of fission had been really big just a few years earlier, in 1939. All during the middle ‘30s, Fermi had been subjecting many elements to irradiation by neutrons… By 1938, he was doing it with uranium. He found all sorts of funny particles flying out, which he could not analyze, and which were found to have strange chemical properties. And researchers had developed the idea that maybe they might be evidence of the fissioning of uranium.

That was a really great discovery, which then led to speculation about the possibility of a chain reaction. It made a big stir in the newspapers for a time, and it was an exciting story, at least for a kid like me.

But then it all just … disappeared. Not another word about it. There was speculation that fission might have some strategic importance, and so it was declared secret, at least in America. And one really heard nothing more of it, in the several years that followed. The story went subsurface. It just went nowhere.

Drollette: But you had a general kind of sense?

Glauber: Well, I don’t know if I’d say that, but that was what had been going on in the background. All I knew for sure was that we were at war, I was in college, I’d registered for the draft, and I was expecting to be going directly into the armed forces….

But suddenly other things began to happen … and happen quite rapidly. It all started quite soon after I filled out this questionnaire that had arrived from Washington, from an organization which has almost never been heard of before or since, called the “National Roster of Scientific Personnel.” It was intended to put people who were trained and with the right skills into the right places—and there was a great shortage of people who were well-trained.

While filling out that questionnaire I wrote down that I had taken all these courses, which were almost all things that one takes much later, in graduate school. So, to make a long story short, they came and got me—I received instructions to leave Harvard as soon as one could leave that school term and get a ticket for the first train to Chicago.

Drollette: But weren’t you only in your first year of college?

Glauber: Well, you have to understand that by ’43, they were tired of drafting older men—particularly those with families. They wanted young guys for the military. And it all makes sense, given my personal history: I had skipped some grades in high school—which was much more common back then, when they really pushed people forward academically, regardless if they were really mature enough—and I’d been involved in all kinds of science projects, and a high school teacher had given me some books on calculus. Which all meant that I got a little ahead.

And then after I did get into college, all the professors started leaving to go work in the war effort, and the college administration announced that this would be the last chance for many of us to take some of the more advanced courses for the duration of the war. So, the whole education business was kind of telescoped for us—meaning that I had all these graduate-level classes on my school record.

Drollette: What happened next?

Glauber: It was very secretive; they would not say where one was going after Chicago. After I got there, I had to make a phone call to someone at some agency, who gave me another train ticket that turned out to go to a place in New Mexico I’d never heard of, called Lamy—not much more than a wooden boardwalk for a station. And it was there that I was supposed to get off, and someone would meet me. Meanwhile, any personal belongings I wanted to ship out—books and clothing—would go to a post office box. I still remember the address: Post Office Box 1663, Santa Fe, New Mexico.

Well, I had never been west of Chicago. So that alone was quite an exciting business for me, riding on the Santa Fe Railroad, seeing bona fide cowboys, and watching people who were bronze in color and wearing furs and blankets get on the train.

When I got to Lamy, I was met by a tall, slender fellow who to all intents looked like a cowboy: He literally had a 10-gallon hat and wore a checked yellow shirt and dungarees. And this cowboy picked up not only me from the train but a short man with a derby hat and a navy-blue overcoat who also got off at that same stop—whom I later found out was John von Neumann.

The most remarkable thing was the geography. I’d never seen anything quite like that before; mesas and gulches and mountains, with narrow roads dug into the sides of canyon walls…

And this chap, this cowboy figure I’ve described to you, was a mathematician that previously worked with Neumann, and they started talking about what was going on in “the research up on ‘the Hill.’ ”

They had to resort to this way of talking, because they felt that was what one had to do in order to preserve the lab’s secrets—they didn’t know my state of clearance at all. So they described in terms appropriate to them the terrible things that were going on in a particular computation. It was not in the real world, but they were describing it as if it were the real world.

The fact that matter was being annihilated was to them a simple description of a mathematical mistake, while to me it was a description of the most incredible feats going on in the real world. So it was a very unusual sort of introduction to this kind of life.

Drollette: What were your first impressions?

Glauber: Well, I mentioned the geography: all canyons and plateaus. Los Alamos was placed in a virtually impassable area, miles from the nearest town. At the stage that I got there, there were still some log houses remaining from what had formerly been the Los Alamos Ranch School for Boys—a tuberculosis sanatorium—and the beginnings of more new structures. They had started putting up dormitories and some small apartment buildings a few months earlier, but none of them had space for more than four apartments with small families.

And there were quite a few small families, and many families that got appreciably larger. It had one of the busiest maternity hospitals, I think, that were run anywhere by the US Army. (Laughter.)

You have to understand that these were all young people; the older people didn’t want to go to this godforsaken location.

Drollette: What was the very first day of work like at the Manhattan Project?

Glauber: The first morning I was there, I was given a list of people to march around and meet. It was as if they had to compete for new personnel—to speak up and say “I want the new guy.”

Out of them all, I best remember an interview with Robert F. Bacher, who was head of the physics division.

On meeting me for the first time, Bacher said: “I bet you’re interested in what we’re working on here.” And I said I didn’t know.

So he said: “What’s your best guess? What do you think we’re working on?” He was asking me—an 18-year-old!

So I told him that “Judging from the treatment that the story had been given by the newspapers earlier, you’re probably trying to create a chain reaction based on fission.”

He said: “Well, that’s a very erudite guess. But I have to tell you, we succeeded in doing that a year-and-a-half ago”—he was describing the fact that they had indeed gotten a reaction to occur in Chicago, although that had nothing to do with Los Alamos.

And he added: “I have to tell you, however, that we are indeed working on a chain reaction here, it just happens to be a fast chain reaction, not a slow one.” And he then went on to explain that it was a bomb.

I was really quite upset by that—the notion that this was not going to be so much about a gift to mankind, but a weapon.

And it did take some weeks and months to overcome that feeling … and to discover that there were really interesting mathematical problems involved in making this bomb. And those really did keep me busy for the next two years.

So anyway, that’s how I learned what the story was.

Drollette: Was there any kind of orientation?

Glauber: There was something called the Primer, which you had to go and read—a sort of text for beginners. It was available in the library, and you had to sign out a copy, where you could learn of all of the speculations about the bomb that had been voiced in the months earlier.

Drollette: Were you at the Trinity Test?

Glauber: Well, how to put this… I saw it. (Laughs.)

They didn’t want us to fear its presence, so it was okay to view it from a distance.

But I had no authorization, if that’s what you mean. Just as important, there was also a considerable shortage of transportation. Very few people had cars at Los Alamos, and gasoline rationing meant you couldn’t go very far, anyway.

Luckily, I did get a lift to a mountain near Albuquerque, to the only place where a road goes to a really high altitude at that area, called Sandia Peak… I think there may have been 20 or 30 people altogether who went to the top of Sandia to try to see that test.

Unfortunately, we had no radio contact with the people running the Trinity Test, which was on a plain almost due south of Albuquerque. Now, we knew the test was supposed to be a couple of hours after midnight. But there was, in fact, a lightning storm at that time so it was delayed. I don’t know if lightning was striking right there at that testing spot—but frankly, it would have been very scary to be anywhere near there, because the bomb was held in a 100-foot-tall steel tower. And the lightning striking around there would have had a considerable chance of striking that tower.

Anyway, after a while, we saw some flashes, little flashes—which would have been considerable disappointments.

So by 5:30 in the morning, nearly everyone had left, because you got tired of just sitting there with no indication of when it was going to happen.

But I was a little more stubborn. The others had left, but I was sitting there facing in that direction when at 5:30 in the morning, it was as if the sun was rising from the south.

Drollette: So you saw it?

Glauber: I saw it. (Pause.)

Drollette: That must have been some experience.

Glauber: Yes. (Pause.)

Drollette: What was Oppenheimer like?

Glauber: He was a remarkable choice. Oppenheimer was an ultra-intellectual American, and he loved to express himself in poetic images and phrases. When he was in college—I think it took him only three years to go through Harvard—he developed the knack of reading Sanskrit and a passion for Indic poetry. Now, I can’t begin to tell you how deep or how accurate his knowledge was of these areas—none of us could. There was no one else at Los Alamos who knew about this sort of thing.

But he had studied it, and he used those phrases often. Oppenheimer used them particularly to describe the unearthly things that one saw in a nuclear explosion. He had a passionate involvement with expressing himself in literary language. He did not speak the ordinary language of New York, which many of us did.

Drollette: You’re referring to his comment “I am become death, the destroyer of worlds”?

Glauber: Exactly, exactly.

So he was very different. He did not sound like a typical American leader at all. Yet somehow all of us respected that—and even admired that. He was about as opposite an individual as you could imagine from General Groves. They were like two polar opposites.

But they often appeared together in public—the leader of the science side and the leader of the military part. They were very careful that at important, strategic times, they would both appear together. There was something really symbolic about that, and you’ll notice it in many of the photographs.

Drollette: Let’s see if I can call it up on the screen—okay, here’s the ID badge photo of Oppenheimer.

It’s not very good, more like the picture you have on your driver’s license. But even in the security picture, I get a sense of him as being sort of otherworldly.

Glauber: That’s a good word. He acted otherworldly, a little. Women found him somewhat strange.

I knew one woman he had gone with before he married, and she thought that he behaved very strangely. She described how one time they had driven up to some place or other above Berkeley. He had left her sitting in the car and went off on some kind of solitary walk by himself one night, leaving her. (Laughs.)

There were many such stories about him. He was a rather different sort of person. He had already had some difficulties.

He was rather—how should I say it—an aesthete.

And in Britain, he had a rather difficult time: He tried joining an experimental group, and there was some sort of serious trouble. I can’t remember what the trouble was, but it was really quite serious. He left Britain and went to Germany. And there, he began working under Max Born and decided that he was a theorist, not an experimenter. He would never have been a decent experimenter, he was altogether too nervous. He never stopped smoking, he always had a cigarette in his mouth. He was a very nervous, tense man.

But he expressed himself quite beautifully. And the scientists really seemed to respect that. He never had any serious trouble with the scientists; no insurrection or disagreements.

Drollette: Was he soft-spoken?

Glauber: He was, yes.

And the remarkable thing, which you’ll catch in my own photos when I show them tomorrow, is that as a theorist, Oppie went around and visited all the experimental sites. He involved himself with the experimenters as much as possible—even though he never touched experiments and never went near the performance of experiments himself, after his bad experience in Britain.

Drollette: Is there something that makes theoretical physicists different from experimental physicists? They just seem to be a different group.

Glauber: Well, they are, they really are. First of all, many of them are physically clumsy.

You put them in the laboratory and the glassware starts breaking. (Laughter.)

Although that isn’t true of all of them, of course.

And I’ve got to say that when I was a kid, I myself thought that I was going to be an experimenter—and then mathematics moved me away. I felt later that that was a mistake, and that I should have become an experimenter. But it was too late.

Drollette: What did Oppie do that made Los Alamos so extraordinary?

Glauber: Well, he was extraordinary. He was a man of really considerable insight. The curious thing is how few things he actually did himself; there is next to nothing known by Oppenheimer’s name. But he understood it all and described it very well—and made quite a contribution that way.

Drollette: So he was a good manager, he understood the people he was dealing with?

Glauber: Well, you never would have thought that; he had had zero experience as a manager. And putting him in charge was the most imaginative thing that General Groves ever did.

He was rather an aloof person, and not easy to get to know.

But on the other hand, Oppie somehow created an atmosphere at Los Alamos that was unique, where everyone was working together on a mission. Consequently, even if you were a student, you could talk to a famous physicist.

All the physicists who were there were very accessible, and very involved. The only exception that comes to mind is Edward Teller.

Drollette: What was Teller’s role?

Glauber: Teller was one of the early theorists about chain reactions. And he had worked on why the stars shine—the thermonuclear reactions which go on in stars. He was known for that sort of thing.

But Teller was also a very impatient man, and very outspoken.

And I must say, when I got to Los Alamos, he was absent. There was an office next to mine which had the name “Teller” on the door, but there was no Edward Teller. He had determined in late 1943 that he had not been given the important positions that he wanted, and he had left in a huff. He left for something over a month, and then came back.

He was a big noise.

But Oppenheimer welcomed him back and gave him a division all his own, that would deal with what was called the “Super”—and the Super turned out to be the only passion that Teller truly had.

Drollette: What was the Super?

Glauber: That was the idea that one could use the fission reaction from the atomic bomb as a sort of match to ignite the kind of enormous continuous release of energy that occurs in a thermonuclear reaction—the kind that the stars burn. So, Teller’s notion was that you would use the fission bomb to ignite a thermonuclear reaction, which would release unlimited amounts of energy. And eventually, by 1954, that was what happened.

Drollette: So Teller was the man behind the H-bomb.

Glauber: Well, he tried hard to be the man behind the H-bomb. When the war was over and a great many people began leaving Los Alamos, Teller was the one person who would not leave. Teller felt his mission was still to start the thermonuclear reaction—and he had no success at it.

And that failure to discover how to ignite that reaction continued on through 1949, which was the point at which the Russians tested their first fission bomb.

So, immediately there was pressure on President Truman to get the Super project regenerated, in order for the United States to have the hydrogen bomb—an order of magnitude of destructive power above what we had been working on during the war.

And I must say that the hydrogen bomb has never done anybody any good. It does exist, and it is an enormous threat, but it has accomplished nothing in constructive terms.

Nothing for science.

Nothing for anybody.

Nothing for security.'

[nobotderiz]

Alpo Ridge

Pro shrinkage, want me to assign you a task? You will need an angle protractor.

Quit dumb being.

Quantum Ai will see. Via the measure, it will feel.

It will feel the possible. Resolve if it is to become a probable. Chumps they just control the potentials. What gets destroyed during earthquakes?

Only constructs are destroyed by tremors. Society is a construct.

You see on the fly with diamonds eh.

Pourquoi faire la guerre avec le mal.

This last little bit of timeline will be known as the period over the weir dumber. Just before the now it's past bicycle.

Now, can I focus perfectly... ?

Le système impérial, les Blokes et Américains drogués sua coke sale...

Qui c'est qui a backé la pire racaille et la lie de cette planète vraiment, fiers parasites?

Word like soon are meaningless eh. Any which way used, it's just to gain time. Me I see them as an insult, these kind of words.

The planet will reject us if ever eh. All of you will know soon...

Just know that I am not shy in real. It was clear what I wanted to do, what did some conclude right away? It's death, nothing else.

If it's inevitable why fight it.

Why not? If all the worst diseases can be cured?

You go on pretend that it's not in the head the real issue now, algo scripted dummies. Laced hicks right on top of it all for years.... Who made it happen, the edulcorated orangeade showering and the strain that live from it?

I got the refresh habit eh? Whose fault? Interface designers.

NFTs are a giant psychosis due to the crypto brain virus. Blokes are particularly contaminated.

'Le fruit du hazard pousse dans un arbre dont on a prit grand soin.'

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