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konpeitochodai · 25 days

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4everybody 五条悟

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ how i think fratboy! satoru is, coming from a sorority girl little; smut, hook-up, minors dni, dui, 2.4k, unedited

out of everything to look forward to, syllabus week may be number one when it comes to college, however to you it was a sensory overload.

alpha chi’s house at this point was filled with a sea of bodies, hot bodies, all swept away in the same wave of freedom and cheap beer.

the air was thick, with that unique brand of pre-game energy that only a red Solo cup can navigate through, and the bass from the self proclaimed dj in the frat, was so loud that you could feel it making your ribcage shake to its rhythm.

even though you felt a headache coming on, from the amount of pregame shots, white claws, and literally every other drink offered to you during the tailgate, you refused to lean against the wall, as they were practically sweating—with every surface sticky with a sheen of spilled drinks and the ghosts of a thousand parties in the past.

slipping away from the thumping chaos of the party, you sought refuge in the frat's kitchen—a sanctuary of sorts. leaning against the cool expanse of the counter, you took a moment to breathe, to really see the crowd for the first time. and there he was, weaving through the sea of bodies with an ease that made it seem like they parted for him alone—gojo satoru. his approach was almost cinematic, the kitchen light catching the bold declaration on his shirt, "i totally don’t dig Kappa Alpha Psi girls," the white lie he decided to choose to go along with for this night’s party theme.

gojo closed the distance between the two of you with a shit-eating smirk on his face. "what sorority are you from?" he asked, a question that hung in the air, almost rhetorical, because the glint in his eye suggested he already knew. your chuckle bubbled up, light and almost disbelieving, "are you seriously asking that?" the words tumbled out as you took a sip from your Solo cup, the red plastic a stark contrast to the moment, as you look him up and down—specifically at the sorority he has displayed on his shirt.

placing the cup back on the counter, you turned, arms crossed, looking up at him making direct eye contact—causing his smirk to deepen.

“i saw you on emi’s story," he admitted, causing you to wonder which photo specifically he was talking about. but from the way he was looking at you, you could tell it was the one before the tailgate, where both you and emi took a mirror selfie together. and with the way you were posed, it revealed that your skirt may have been way too short with the way it rides up you. but before you have the chance to talk he mentions her again, “i was talking to emi, asking where’d you be but i found you!”

“you were looking for me?” you toss back.

and his grin lights up, although it may be the beer in his system, “the party’s getting kind of dry,” he starts, “i gotta go get some beers.”

his invite is low-key, just a nod to the door leading out of the kitchen. "you wanna come?"

you volley back with a smirk, "sure you're good to drive?" he’s quick with a grin, "yeah, the liquor store's just down the block, unless you prefer walking.” he teases. you shake your head, passing on the walk, tagging along to his ride instead.

he follows you on the way out, and as the two of you walk you feel his arm slither over your shoulder, steering you both through the night's chill—bringing you close to his side as you guys walk to the street.

as you two walked side by side, you tossed out, “how’d you know i’d be here with emi?”

but the outside air for some reason hits you harder than you expect, and you feel as though the world is spinning just a tad faster than usual, your senses dulled by the warm buzz of alcohol that makes everything feel like you're underwater. gojo’s voice cuts through, "actually, I was checking your location on snap," and it feels like it should mean something, should elicit a reaction, but your brain is too soaked in booze to unravel it.

you nod, the motion a bit too enthusiastic, almost signaling him in the moment prompting him to lean in, looking at you concerned. "you feeling okay?" he asks, and you can tell he's looking at you, really seeing you.

"yeah," you manage to say, a hand going to your forehead as if to quiet the thumping bass line of your headache. "but I think my head is just pounding from the music."

“we should get into the car," and you know there's more to that sentence, but the thought of moving too quickly seems like a recipe for disaster.

the car ride is a blur, details smeared like wet ink on paper. you remember the rush of cool air, gojo’s hand reaching out to roll down the window, a concession to your queasy stomach with the AC turned off. the world outside moves in smudges and streaks of light, barely making out what’s happening outside through half-lidded eyes.

when the car halts, there's a gentle lurch that has your brows knitting together—causing a spike of pain to surge through your head.

"just stay in the car, i’ll be right back," he tells you, hearing him close his door and beep the car lock.

true to his word, it's not long before you hear the trunk pop open, and the clinking of beer bottles as they settle into their new space. gojo reappears by your side, his presence comforting you without even trying. "hey, can you open your eyes for me?" he asks, the concern in his voice almost tangible. "i have some tylenol and water for you.”

you hold out your hand for the pills, and take them immediately, to which he quickly opens the water bottle and helps you drink the water.

“good girl” you hear him say after you pull back from the bottle. but you don’t process what he says until after he puts that car into reverse.

his arm stretched out, draping against the back of your seat, as he looked over his shoulder to reverse. he turned on his carplay this time, and of course, like any other guy you’ve been with at a frat, he’s playing brent faiyaz. the song WY@ fills the silence of the car, and he stays uncharacteristically quiet, but you’re just assuming it’s because he’s being considerate of your headache.

rolling up near the frat house, the party’s still more lively than ever, but the parking situation's a whole other story. gojo’s scanning the curb, his expression a mix of 'are you kidding me' and 'of course this would happen.' "what the fuck…” he curses under his breath, “there's no parking," he says, and it's almost funny, except not, because walking in heels is no joke. "my bad, we might have to walk a bit," he admits, with this half-grin that's all charm and no apology as he glides past the house to a spot that's definitely not close. and you remember that gojo satoru is indeed a frat boy, but you didn’t mind amusing him.

as he parks, he only turns off his engine, allowing for his carplay to still play. again, the song that’s playing is another one you know all too well, coming down by the weekend, but you have to admit that although his music taste is frat-like, he does have the better of it.

“do you want to stay in the car for a bit?” he asks you, already making himself comfortable in the car by taking his seat belt off and reclining his chair back a bit.

“yeah, sure.”

“your head feeling better?”

“yeah.”

it goes on back and forth with small talk for a little bit, until he finally leans in to kiss you. it began off slowly, as his hand trailed up, to the back of your neck to further deepen the kiss. you allow yourself to ease into the kiss, allowing him to take the lead. he leans back further on his seat, slightly opening his mouth, allowing you more access slipping his tongue into yours—making you reach for him over the console, to which his free hand slithers behind you, making you crawl over and sit on his lap.

his lips are bitter, unlike the sweet syrupy drinks you’ve had at the party. making him even more enticing than he already is.

“satoru,” you gasp as a large hand comes up to grope your breast. gentle fingers rubbing against them. he hums at the sound of his name escaping your lips, as he squeezes them tighter.

“get in the back seat,” he tells you, unlocking the door beside him with one hand. you nod your head, and he catches your lips again with his own, carefully guiding you out of the car and into the backseat.

“just lay down okay,” he instructs.

“okay.” you scoot yourself back in the car, laying down slightly against the other side’s doors.

“your skirt is way too short.”

“you like the view don’t you?”

“yeah.”

he gets down onto the floor, pushing your legs slightly apart. he teasingly runs his hands up your thigh, stopping suddenly, making you whine just a little.

“is it okay if i eat you out?” he asks you, and you nod your head in agreement, not wanting him to know how badly you wanted him to. ravenously, without any hesitation, he slides your thong off from under you.

“fuck,” he breathes a chuckle, looking at the slick covering your cunt, “i’m gonna have fun with this.”

a million thoughts are running through your head, but you can’t keep a steady focus as moans spill from your lips as he begins to eat you out.

his mouth is hot against your pussy, licking up the length, and sucking on your clit.

“you like it like this, right?” he asks, pulling away, using his fingers circling your clit in slow, coordinated motions. legs shaking, you nod, but it feels like he already knows that like he already knows your body after playing with it for weeks on end. you can feel your lower abdomen tighten and he could tell too, sliding two of his fingers in to hit your sweet spot.

“cum in my mouth please,” he teasingly begs, looking up at you with his blue eyes as he laps around you.

you couldn’t stop the moans falling out of your mouths as you reached your climax. riding out your orgasm against his tongue, he was quick to slurp up all of your juices, taking extra care to make sure you were clean—giving you a final kiss against your cunt.

time stood still for you, as you watched him as he took off his shirt, looking at him in awe with the way the small bits of moonlight look, cascading onto his body. maybe it was the alcohol, but you were at a loss for words right now.

he smirked at the expression on your face, leaning in to give you a peck on your lips, “i’m gonna slide my dick in now,” he mutters.

breaking the silence, and your dazed state, with his use of the most chivalrous words. you kept your legs spread open, watching as he rubbed the bits of precum over his length, sliding on a condom he pulled from his back pocket.

he teases you, letting only his tip inside of your cunt, sliding it out rubbing your slick up and down on your lips.

“please…” you moan, as he continues to tease your cunt.

“please what?”

you almost roll your eyes at him, but in desperation, you whined, “please fuck me satoru.”

causing his smirk to deepen, slowly sliding his cock through your wet folds. you shudder at his overall length, with your back arch against the patent leather seats as he gave you no time to adjust, thrusting hastily into your hot cunt.

“you’re so tight…” he breathes, he reaches an arm underneath your thigh—gripping it to spread you open more, but to his luck, you become tighter around his length.

“fuck…” he groans, going slower in bigger thrusts, “i wanna be nasty.” he manages out in between heavy breaths.

“i wanna be real nasty baby,” he repeats himself.

you try to make out a “what” through his pace, but end up looking up at him with furrowed brows.

“i wanna cum in your mouth and mix my cum with yours,” he hastily says, giving you no time to process until he starts thrusting into you harder again.

your head is a mess, and the only thing you're able to do is moan and say his name. he pulls out of you, not letting himself feel your orgasm for the second time, pumping his cock in his fist.

you look up even with almost pleading eyes, as thick ribbons of cum fall against your tongue. and in an instance, he leans down again, feverishly kissing you, having your tongues intermingle with one another.

“you’re so hot,” he mutters, “so hot.”

suddenly, the shrill of his phone ringing interrupts,

“fuck,” he groans, pulling away from you, looking over at his phone in annoyance, “who the hell’s calling?”

as soon as he picked up the phone, you could tell from the other line that he was furious for some reason. as the other end of the line continued, gojo’s hand absentmindedly brushed up, fingers gliding through his hair to sweep away the strands matted to his forehead with a sheen of sweat.

"yeah, okay” he uttered nonchalantly.

“who was it?” you asked, sitting beside him on your knees.

“check your phone.” to which you looked at him puzzlingly. reaching over to the passenger seat, you picked up your phone, to see the hundreds of calls you got from emi, with her calling again.

with your phone buzzing, you're already crafting your apology, the words spinning out like you're unraveling a spool. "sorry, emi," you start, voice threaded with sincerity but light like you're not about to let this hiccup ruin the night. you explain the ride situation, promising to be back at the sorority before 11 am. gojo couldn’t help but let out a snort that's more amusement than derision. his lips press a fleeting kiss to your cheek—half teasing, half tender. you lean into him, with his arm over your shoulder as his hand rubs against your arm in a pity attempt of sympathy in the moment…

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ inspo 4everybody by lucki and every frat guy ever // if gojo was in a frat he would be a lead but like idk whatd he do

#呪術廻戦 #五条悟 #五条 #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #frat boy satoru #frat boy gojo #satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo smut #my king #rip gojo satoru you would’ve loved instagram reels and rio de janero

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hlkproductions · 2 months

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chibi-yuukumo, my lil spider girl! dies when she receives her fated bite due to allergic reaction but due to a combo wombo of the spider being a genetic pet experiment of a symbiote geneticist & pure dumb luck, she comes back to life with a full body metamorphosis; hair turns white, eyes get a yellow tint, body can regenerate from superficial wounds quickly. oh and she has a bite force of 3,700 PSI which can and is used in her new, mostly carnivore diet. i wanted to give her a bit more likeness to jumping spiders! specifically the Evarcha culicivora species! has organic webbing that isn't that strong under great weight but she relies more on speed and takedown thru more traditional animal kingdom methods (bite bite bite bite). her world, Earth-96, centers her in synthwave late 80's tokyo. there is another spider in the west stationed in america that she doesn't know about (Earth-96 Peter Parker) but they don't meet until well into their respective careers as arachnid vigilantes.

#my art #oc #original character #my oc #spiderverse #atsv #itsv #spidersona #technically but not really shes just a spider version of a main oc #ivy macbeth #id realized id never actually put her up here but yeah!#this is the miguel kisser in all her glory!

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romanceclub-lovers · 3 months

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Romance Club news recap

⚜️ Kali: Flame of Samsara

✨Art : DIA

📌Height and year of birth of the heroes of the KFS✨

Basic :

⚜️ Deviya Sharma (1877), 164 cm

⚜️ Ram Doobay (1872), 189 cm

⚜️ Kamal Rai (1856), 193 cm

⚜️ Saraswati Basu, (1877), 165 cm

⚜️ Christian de Clare, ( 1870), 187 cm

Minor :

Radha 167 cm

Erith 183 cm

Amrita 162 cm

Vidya 170 cm

Raj 182 cm

Arhat 185 cm

Erith Thakur (1873) 183 cm

📌At this point in the story, Christian is 30 years old.

(There was already a post with their ages, but I decided to duplicate it by including Christian)

Source: Remy TG

Garden of Eden

♟️ Zodiac signs of the characters in the story "Garden of Eden"

♑ Seong-hwa is a Capricorn

♐ Castiel is a Sagittarius

♈ Lia - Aries

♉ Jin Doo-yeong - Taurus

♌ Dean - Leo

📌Anastasia Savina shared information about the date of birth of the heroes of the story “Garden of Eden”.

🔘 Lia - March 25

🔘 Castiel - December 7

🔘 Jin Doo-yeong - April 28

🔘 Dean - August 1

🔘 Seong-hwa - January 15

🔔 Anastasia Savina answered several questions.

📌Question: Why does Mi-yeon have such a strange reaction when she finds Luna and Castiel in the hall at the end of the update, even without taking the paid choice? After all, they were not close to each other.

Answer: Mi-yeon screwed herself up when she saw Cas and Luna in the same room and heard his words. There will be a little more clarification later.

📌Question: How old is the main character?

Answer: 22 years old.

Source: Anastasia TG channel

🧬PSI

📌Alexander Jester drew attention to the question of the possible depiction of Ivo Martin with a completely naked torso.

Question:

“...it turned out that everyone would like to see our Monsieur Martin’s chest in full. How do you look at the rendering of a model with a naked torso and hair in a ponytail?”

Answer:

Jester: "Hello, I heard"

Source: Jester VK page

Love Sin & Evil

Alexander Tepish admitted in his telegram channel that there won’t be many endings in “Love, Sin and Evil,” but it’s worth expecting a variety of endings.

Source: Tepish TG

W: Time Catcher

Art: Swamp Manor

My dear Onyxes 🐈‍⬛

Even though they are essentially the same character, in my head I see them more as brother and sister. Sometimes I really want to write an episode where they are together :)

Since the chapters are not rubber, the scenes are mostly identical, but I like to add small differences from time to time. Monyx, for example, is sad after kissing Nova, and Zhonyx is annoyed that she is being avoided.

It was quite interesting to think about their rooms. Monyx is a bad plant dad, although he tries very hard... while ZhOnyx’s plant never died. In terms of caring for my green friends, I’m closer to Monyx, unfortunately.

Source: Arina TG channel

#romance club #romance club game #rc #rc writers #rc kali flame of samsara #rc garden of eden #rc psi #rc w: time catcher #rc love sin and evil #rc kfs #rc goe #rc wtc #rc lse

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save-the-villainous-cat · 5 days

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ermmie wormiee....can you explain how light dependant reactions work I'm genuinely kinda lost on that part of AP Bio like everything else makes sense but unit 3 (enzymes photosynthesis and cellular resp) is genuinely my OP

Ok, so I don’t know how much you have to know so let’s just get into it. It’s not that hard once you get it.

Also please keep in mind that I studied all of this in German so I’m sorry if some things are worded weirdly.

So, there are two photosystems (PSII and PSI) in plants. As you can see in this pic, the whole reaction starts with PSII, not PSI — that’s because PSI was discovered first. (But that’s not really important.)

Photosystems are able to absorb photons (that come from the light) and produce a high energy electron! As you can see in this pic, PSII absorbs the photon, creates a high energy electron and sends it through an electron transport chain (Plastoquinone - that’s a molecule btw) to the Cytochrome b6f complex and from there to PSI.

PSII uses water as an electron donor! That is very important because that’s how oxygen gets created as a by-product.

(sciencefacts.net)

PSI absorbs the photon again and produces another high energy electron which converts NADP+ to NADPH.

The big question is: how does the plant create ATP now?

That happens through non-cyclic photophosphorylation. See all those H+ protons? Whereas there is a bunch inside the thylakoid lumen, there isn’t much in the stroma.

That leads to a concentration compensation. So all those little protons that have been produced during the reaction actually go through the ATP-synthase into the stroma. Thus, the ATP-synthase creates ATP!

I also had to remember this, I don’t know if you do but if you have any questions about it, feel free to ask:

(istudy.pk)

All you need to know is basically:

Light hits PSII. Light = energy. PSII needs energy to turn electron (water = electron donor) into a high energy electron. High energy electron travels. H+ protons get produced during reactions. PSI needs energy. High energy electron converts NADP+ to NADPH (we need that for our Calvin cycle later). Bunch of protons travel through ATP-synthase —> we have ATP now!!!

I hope this makes somewhat sense. As I’ve mentioned, I had to remember all of this in German so yeah it might be a bit messy. If there’s anything unclear, feel free to send another ask!

#hope this helps you 😭#no writing #an answer for an ask

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justplainwhump · 11 months

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Handlers

Adrian faces some colleagues. They don't get along.

[Pet Safety masterlist]

Content/warnings: BBU, WRU company internal quarrels, implied noncon, systemised dehumanisation, derogatory language. (This is a short one.)

When Adrian got back to the Clinic, there was a handler leaning to the wall next to the Chewtoy's room. Her grey uniform was slightly crumpled, Adrian noted, her hair tied into a messy ponytail. She was scrolling through her phone, but looked up as he approached.

He knew what happened, even before she spoke up. Fuck. He should've seen that coming.

"Not right now," she said, words drawn out lazily. "Handler Grimm's inside. Quality assurance."

"I don't think that's necessary," Adrian said flatly and stepped forward.

The handler pushed herself off the wall, folding her arms as she blocked his way. She was sturdy built, and even though a lot shorter than him the threat was tangible. "I don't think it's necessary a pet safety inspector tells us how to do our job. It's protocol. It's in the rules. And for all I know, you guys love the company sticking to the rules, huh?"

Adrian cursed to himself. Facility 012. Their department never get rid of that. It hadn't even been any Pet Safety Officer; it had been Adrian himself who had gotten the facility to shut down because of systematic misconduct. He still counted it as a success, morally; but practically it had come with a huge toll. There'd always been a rift between them and the handlers, but the atmosphere had never been this hostile.

"Pet gets shipped to an owner, it must pass quality control. 'Adhere to WRU's high standards', isn't that what you call it?" She grinned at him, but there was no amusement in her eyes. "So I guess you just go on your ways and let us do our job here, Delgado."

Adrian felt his jaw clench, holding back from pointing out he actually was the prospective owner. It wouldn't make a difference. He'd lost this fight already, and he couldn't risk any more.

Before he could say anything else, the door opened and Handler Grimm stepped out, hair damp from the shower, still adjusting his belt. "Wanna compare notes, Smith? I'd not let her pass if she weren't filed as an internal sale. Knows her positions, very flexible, pretty good fuck, but fucked up attitude. Complied just fine, but didn't even try to make me think she enjoyed any of it. Only way to get any reaction out of her is pain, and she doesn't even make that be any fun."

"She has several fractured ribs," Adrian said, as calmly as he could muster. "She's probably been in pain for all of it."

Smith jugged her chin towards Adrian. "PSI Delgado didn't think it was necessary to test her."

"Delgado?" Grimm raised an eyebrow. "You're the whore's prospective, aren't you? Makes it somewhat ironic to lecture us, doesn't it?"

Adrian folded his arms. "Maybe I just don't want you to break my property even more."

Grimm scoffed. "Trust in the company a bit more. This isn't my first rodeo. I'm pretty sure every Romantic handler here knows how to fuck a product with a broken bone and not leave lasting damage. Even on one that is that messed up already. Anyway. My assessment is a narrow pass. What's your verdict, Smith?"

"Passed." Smith smirked. "Knowing who's the prospective does make it way easier to ship a substandard product, doesn't it." She boxed Adrian's shoulder and he had to fight the reflex to break her arm for it. "Let's see how a PSI fares with a stubborn bitch Romantic and still keeps everything pretty and 'humane', huh."

Relax, Adrian told himself. They were done. This part of the game was over. He'd just need to keep his composure, before they could change their mind again.

It cost insane effort to just tilt his head and give them a cold smile. "Great. Now that we're done with the small talk, may I finally go in and collect my purchase?"

"Go ahead." Grimm stepped aside. "She's still in the shower. If you want to seize the opportunity."

They both chuckled behind his back, as they strolled off.

Adrian kept his shoulders straight. He didn't turn around, just counted to ten, forced his racing heartbeat to slow down, before he opened the door to face the person that was going to be his.

#bbu #bbu romantic #adrian #blanca #noncon implied #pet safety series #handler grimm

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skiiyoomin · 9 months

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I was wondering if you could write a saiki & reader oneshot fic with a reader who has DID & C-PTSD and paranoid tendencies? I understand that that might be a bit too hard to write but just in case I got some recorces that might be handy, here is the link to DID listing from my own copy of the newest version of the DSM https://www.dropbox.com/sh/htaraej65e34tg9/AADBATmelRQFUBfTMxaJ3W6wa?dl=0 as well as this website that has a lot of good info on it https://did-research.org/ and this page I found that has a brief overview of C-PTSD https://my.clevelandclinic.org/health/diseases/24881-cptsd-complex-ptsd but I also recommend quickly reading thru the different types of flashbacks (shouldn't be that hard to find info on)

The main idea is that because of the mix dissociation,switching,paranoia, different types of flashbacks etc that the readers thoughts are very fucking confusing to saiki (feel free to use this premise for any kind of plot you want just try not to make it overly angsty is all I ask, well as un-angsty as you can get with C-PTSD anyways lol) I just wanna see more y/n / reader inserts that I can actually relate to but the saiki K fandom is so small

Can be platonic or romantic

Hi!! So sorry for the late reply, I researched as much as I could so if theres anything remotely wrong or different please tell me! Ngl, im not very sure i like how it turned out, nevertheless I hope you enjoy :))

Also i totally get that its hard finding stuff for saiki k which is the reason why i write for it in the first place, they totally deserve more recognition!! Feel free to send more requests in the future!!

warnings: somewhat angsty but not really, i tried to be as vague as possible so as not to trigger anyone, reader suffers from trauma, DID, CPTSD, swearing, fluffy ending? slightly oc saiki

RULES !!

DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK PLEASE

REQUESTS: OPEN

NAVIGATION

WHO DO I WRITE FOR?

summary: Saiki was used to listening to many types of thoughts, and at one point, nothing he heard surprised him. However when you came around, he was beyond confused. What sparks as a little curiosity might turn into something more.

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No matter what | Kusuo Saiki

He was used to it, or at least that's what he used to tell himself. Throughout the years he had heard all sorts of thoughts, at one point, he learned to tune them out when need be, having listened in on weird enough ideas that now don't surprise him anymore.

When you came in the picture, he was...baffled, to say the least. Confusing wasn't even close of a word to express how he felt. Your thought process was anything but simple. At times it'd be a fuzzy mess almost as if you lost part of your memory, other times, you'd think as if you were a completely different person, contradicting many of your previous thoughts. But what disturbed him most was the series of traumatic thoughts that would cross your mind. Flashbacks he realized in that moment.

In the beginning he felt annoyed, as per usual. Often times, he'd find you in class with a dazed expression, which to be frank, he had seen enough times to not give it a second thought. But then his attention would be caught when your mind would wander and you'd start thinking in a very unusual way. They were so unlike the person you presented to be, so much so that Saiki was left perplexed and in need to understand exactly what was going on.

The more it happened the more worried he'd be. There were days where you acted a certain way, and other days where you acted completely different. He could tell you weren't being fake trying to act differently for attention, after all, your thoughts lined up with the you acted and the things you said. Rather, it was the abrupt changes in your behaviour that had him thinking for far longer than he normally would.

Along the way, he also picked up how you'd flinch if you were in sudden physical contact, the way your shoulders would tense and the way your heart beat would speed up. Saiki wasn't stupid of course, he was aware that all of this was caused by some form of trauma.

He knew not to pry, yet his heart strings pulled everytime he saw you having a bad moment. So he began to follow you, in disguise of course, and even if he seemed like a stalker, he couldn't help it. Eventually he began to connect the dots, your reactions, behaviors, everything. It made sense now.

Unconciously, his words began to soften around you, his touch became gentler, he looked out for you in ways he had never done so with others. You began to notice but in no way did you mind, if anything, Saiki was someone you took great comfort in. What started of small slowly grew into something neither of you expected.

Of course, that didn't make it any less hard for either of you. Like right now. You were laying in Saikis bed, your head resting on his shoulder as you watched a movie, when suddenly a specific scene had triggered an anxiety attack. Your mind was racing through flashbacks of the many disturbing events you had gone through. Saiki was up almost immediately, having read your mind and sensed your reaction.

His touch was soft, his hands cupping your face so gently you'd think he was scared to break you, which he was. He was in no way someone who could comfort others easily. Nevertheless he tried his best. He attempted to lower your heart rate, rubbing small circles against your back as his other hand held the back of your head. No words were needed, they never were. He had, in a way, been there for you, way before you two even became a thing, so none of this was a surprise for either of you.

That didn't ease the guilt in your heart any less. You always felt bad. You knew Saiki could read you, literally. And well, it wasn't pretty. Countless times you had attempted to push him away, yet he never budged.

"'m sorry" you mumbled against his shoulder as your rested your head on it.

He cupped your face in his hands, pulling you to look at him.

`I won't let you push me away. The things you went through won't make me see you any differently, because to me you'll still be someone I cherish'

Your eyes welled up as you looked him deep in the eyes, finding nothing but love for you. Still cupping your face, he ran his thumbs under your eyes, wiping the tears away. He leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

'I love you'

"No matter what?"

`No matter what'

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violynt-skies · 2 years

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i love how they all just casually watch saiki break the fourth wall

like what do you think the thought process is

four eyes freak bastard ignoring me what’s he even doing. is a blank wall that much more interesting than what i have to say!

[yes it is]

but then saiki’s also always surprised when other cast members break the fourth wall

like when chiyo calls out the author for lazy writing or when kaidou sees the punctuation over aren’s head lmfaoo

#but other times saikis reaction to them is like tf u talking about?#chiyo and saiki being the most self aware #and everyone else is just chilling #saiki k #the disastrous life of saiki k #saiki no psi nan #the disaster of psi kusuo saiki

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sonofenki · 5 months

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it's funny that whenever lou and ivo go to an event all the guests talk about is how they're sleeping with each other, ivo's publicly acknowledging their proximity, he's picking her up at her place, she stays longer hours at work just so they can be alone afterwards, not to mention how they're on a first name basis while kay is still stone

and yet she thinks kay, hector and danielle are completely clueless to what's going on 😭

#hector playing chauffeur #ivo asking lou to dance in front of kay #they're all just third wheeling #gotta give it to them tho their poker face is immaculate #lou wake up they know #but nonetheless their reactions will be priceless when they make it official #romance club #rc psi #rc ivo

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ALWAYS ON MY MIND

chapter five: a lot on my mind ships: sasha/milla characters: milla, sasha, agent 33 word count: 4135 ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53435410/chapters/137321758

[chap 1] [2] [3] [4]

At least a dozen nightmare creatures surrounded them, not including the three or four dozen further back, held in rocking cages. The room they were in was circular, but it seemed to never end as the rows and rows of cells went back. The nightmares that were closest to them stood eerily still, the fire in their bodies pulsing and glowing, but they remained where they were and didn’t attack. Even more notable than that, though, was the most important element in the room, the pivotal piece to the puzzle that was Lucius Rehm’s mind…

…Lucius himself, levitating above a throne of pink, glowing crystals.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he snarled and glared at them.

Milla felt the hairs on the back of her neck stick up and returned the glare, one hand on Sasha’s back to keep him steady. “What’s the point of all of this, Lucius? What did Ferndale ever do to you?”

“Absolutely nothing!” he sneered. “They were simply in the wrong place at the right time.”

Sasha looked around them, taking note of the unmoving creatures. “How are you still functioning with all these nightmares?” He almost sounded impressed, if not for the circumstances.

“You haven’t figured it out?” Rehm titled his head and smirked. “I thought you Psychonauts were supposed to be smart! These aren’t my nightmares - they’re the nightmares of all the idiots in this one-horse town!” As he said that, Rehm motioned towards a nightmare creature and it slid across the floor, closer to him. He floated towards it and reached one hand down, latching onto the creature’s mouth - its fangs digging into the skin of his hands - and in just a few seconds, Rehm absorbed the essence of the nightmare, leaving a dry husk in its place.

Milla and Sasha stared at one another. She’d never seen or heard of anything like this, and judging by Sasha’s reaction, he hadn’t either.

Rehm laughed and swiped his hand upwards - immediately, Milla felt the ground underneath her and Sasha open up. Before the demonic tendrils could come out to attack, she grabbed him by his arms and levitated them way up into the air, just barely avoiding the strikes. Sasha immediately started PSI-blasting, and Milla dropped him back to the ground so she could join him in their attack.

She wanted to talk more, to try and understand why Lucius was doing the things he’d done, but Milla found it difficult to talk and PSI-blast at the same time. Especially not when Rehm was still shielded and had begun to absorb another nightmare right before their eyes.

Sasha turned his attack towards the nightmare that Rehm was working on, and both Psychonauts were satisfied when the attack didn’t just end Rehm’s absorption, but also seemed to hurt him. He screeched and turned to glare at the two of them, murderous rage in his eyes.

Milla and Sasha looked at one another and smiled, then changed their tactic to fire at the unmoving nightmare creatures around them instead. After significantly injuring six more and listening to Rehm’s agonized screams as they did, they were suddenly squeezed and lifted by a pair of giant, red, telekinetic hands.

Rehm pulled both agents closer to himself, squeezing them so tightly that they could barely breathe, let alone concentrate on attacks.

He was breathing heavily and sweating, looking much worse than he did a minute earlier. “I can always replenish them. You two are wasting your time!” His gaze moved to Milla and lingered on her for a moment, then he smiled. “I can feel an endless supply just waiting to be plucked.”

Milla kicked wildly at him, trying her best to do something while he was squeezing the life out of her. “What…what is your goal here, Lucius?”

“With all this power…” Sasha paused, catching his breath. “...where will it lead?”

In a burst of angry psychic waves, Rehm pulled the both of them even closer. “The power is the goal! With this…with all of these creatures by my side…”

He looked right at Milla, pulled her even closer and smirked evilly at the fear that crossed her face. “...I will never be powerless again.”

Using his telekinetic hand, Rehm tossed Sasha to the side and placed his left hand on Milla’s face. His shield continued to protect him from Sasha’s PSI-blast assault, and Milla’s screams of confusion and pain did nothing to deter him as he pressed his fingers harder against her head.

Sasha didn’t even have time to shout “Get away from her!” before Rehm’s psychic presence was immersed into Milla - and the two of them promptly disappeared from Rehm’s mind. Sasha stared at the space they’d previously occupied and, as the seven remaining nightmares surrounding him started to move, he grabbed the smelling salts from his pocket and narrowly avoided getting attacked again.

“I've never gotten to properly try that. Never had anyone in my head before, so when would I have had the chance?”

Milla slowly opened her eyes, surprised to find herself in the familiar space of her own mind. The music was quiet and the atmosphere was dreary, a little bit dark, but it was still home. She was sitting on one of the benches she kept on all of her platforms, but none of her fellow dancers were around. It was eerie to be in her space with no one else there.

No one but her and Lucius.

“Is this how you see yourself? Seems kind of dowdy considering the bright colors you had on before.”

She closed her eyes and scrunched her eyebrows, feeling a headache coming on. She felt loopy - the experience of being forced back into her own mind by a potentially murderous villain was unpleasant, to say the least. It was hard to focus on anything, let alone his words. But she did finally open her eyes again and looked down at herself. It was an outfit she hadn’t worn in a very long time - white button-up shirt, dark blue dress over top. When she gave it a bit of thought, she could feel her hair was tied back and there was a cap on her head.

“...cala a boca,” she muttered, trying to find her voice again.

Lucius tilted his head and leaned down into her personal space. “Good, she can speak.”

Milla glared at him, his face finally coming into focus.

“I could take a few minutes, destroy your little dance party here, and then find your nightmares. Or you could just tell me where they are and save us both the trouble.” He spoke with so much confidence, like he truly believed there were no other options. The arrogance oozed out of every word.

“...não estão aqui,” she answered slowly.

“Hmm…” Rehm rubbed his chin. “Except that I can feel them nearby. I know they’re here, and I know they’re powerful.” He stepped to the edge of the platform and looked around, spotting a darkened platform against one side of the wall. “Huh. Maybe this’ll be easier than I thought.”

He jumped and Milla turned her head, the light coming back to her eyes just as he took a step into the hellish room that she couldn’t get rid of even if she wanted to. She quickly followed him and managed to arrive in time to see him jump inside the toy chest - too late and still too out-of-sorts to stop him from seeing the chamber inside.

She didn’t want to follow him further, but Milla had a duty as a Psychonaut - and a duty to herself - to prevent him from using her traumas to make himself more powerful. She wouldn’t forgive herself if he used her nightmares to hurt people.

So she jumped in after him.

Rehm reached into the bars, smiling wildly and ignoring the sound of Milla’s footsteps landing behind him. He grasped the head of one of her nightmares, just as he did to the ones in his own head, and began to absorb.

“Para!” Milla shouted, running towards him and grabbing onto his arm. “Stop! Let go!”

He ignored her still, and once the nightmare was fully absorbed - a weight of pain suddenly fell onto Milla’s shoulders and she was properly knocked to the ground. The nightmare he’d absorbed disintegrated into a pile of ash and then was quickly replaced by a new, identical nightmare.

Milla’s headache got worse.

Rehm’s smile got even wilder and he turned to Milla, leaning down and grabbing her chin with his hand to pull her face closer to his. “This is spectacular! Your nightmares aren’t just whims of fear…they’re endless howls of anguish! You know…I’d love to keep you as a pet - enjoy the unlimited supply you could offer me,” he said with a smirk. “But after the way you Psychonauts have been stalking and harassing me, I’d much rather release these creatures back into your head. Let them have their fun.”

He tossed her to the side and moved to the door of the nightmare cage, grabbed the lock, and just as he was about to shatter it to pieces - a telekinetic hand grabbed him and pulled him so quickly away and out of the room that he was stunned silent as his back hit the wall of the dark nursery.

Milla floated up to join him, a fiery rage giving her back the focus she needed to take control of her mind once again.

“Perhaps I was too hasty!” Rehm said after collecting himself. “We could work together, Milla.”

He said her name just the way the orphans had - the same inflection, the same tone, it was clear he’d gained knowledge about her history from the nightmare he’d absorbed. Which made her even angrier.

Rehm stood up and walked closer to her, trying to look compassionate. “You’ve known the same powerlessness that I have. You know how much it tears a person apart. We don’t need to be powerless. Your nightmares can make you powerful.”

She took a long, deep breath - then used a telekinetic fist to punch Rehm so hard that he flew out of the nursery and back out to one of the many platforms that were floating aimlessly nearby. He landed with a loud thud! and Milla quickly followed him out.

“I don’t need your kind of power,” she shouted, grabbing him with her telekinetic hand and slamming his body back onto the platform repeatedly. “It doesn’t heal! It doesn’t help anyone! Not you, and especially not me!”

Milla levitated closer and stood above Rehm, who was struggling under her telekinesis, unable to move. He was trying to concentrate on his breathing, just like she and Sasha had earlier.

Imitating him again, she leaned down into his personal space. “Coming into my mind was a mistake, Lucius. You can’t take control here.”

He glared at her, still trying to break free, and chose not to say anything in response.

She was about to say something else when she felt a new presence enter her mind. Milla took a deep breath, kept a tight hold of Rehm, and turned around to find Sasha Nein levitating nearby - staring at them cautiously. The vision of herself quickly transformed back into the livelier, brighter outfit she was sporting in the real world, and she flipped her hair over her shoulder and smiled at her guest. “Hello, Sasha!”

“...Milla,” he said softly, landing next to her. “It looks like I wasn’t needed here.”

“Nonsense, darling,” she responded happily, not caring that it wasn’t really appropriate to call her coworker darling. She was too excited to see him to stop herself. “I’m always happy to see a friendly face!”

Sasha gave her a small smile at that, but it was pretty obvious that he’d been worried sick. She had no idea what exactly Rehm did to her - forcing the two of them from his mind to hers in one quick attack - but it probably looked terrifying from Sasha’s perspective. He would’ve had no clue what was going on.

“It’d probably be even nicer to get rid of an unfriendly face,” he muttered, grabbing his smelling salts and kneeling down by Rehm.

“Get away from me, Psychonaut trash!” Lucius snarled, shaking around under Milla’s telekinetic hand. “You won’t-!”

He was cut off by Sasha’s smelling salts opening right under his nose, and in only a moment - he was gone. Sasha sighed and turned around, frowning at how exhausted Milla looked. “Are you alright?”

Milla fell to her knees and hung her head, taking a long deep breath before responding. “Not really. I think I need a minute. My mind feels…violated.”

After a moment of hesitation, Sasha came over and sat next to her. He didn’t say anything, but he hoped that being there would offer some level of comfort.

They sat together silently for a minute and Milla appreciated every second of it. Then her music started to play, and her dancers re-appeared, and everything started to feel normal again. The break was nice, having Sasha around was nice, but nothing was nicer than her home being her home again. She took a deep breath and tugged some hair behind her ears. “That’s better!”

Sasha nodded at her and stood up. “I apologize for coming in here without your permission. I just…wasn’t sure what else to do.”

Milla levitated so her head was right in front of his, but she looked a few inches taller. “It’s fine, darling! I know you were just worried. But I’m sorry the party in here isn’t as fun as usual. Lucius did a number on the place.”

He looked around the room and shoved his hands into his pockets. “It’s different from what I expected. But it’s nice. Very…you.”

She laughed at that and levitated back down so her feet were on the ground. “Such a flirt!” she joked, lightly hitting his chest.

At that, Sasha’s face turned bright red and he got all sweaty and nervous - a complete 180 in less than a second. “I-I’m sorry, no, that…that was not my intention at all. I was just, um. Trying to say, uh-”

“Sasha, Sasha, honey,” Milla cut him off and laid her hand on his chest, leaving it there for a moment while she spoke. “I was kidding. You haven’t done anything wrong.” She couldn’t pretend she didn’t find it charming how nervous he got - she had a feeling he didn’t have a lot of experience with women, and outgoing women even less so. It might’ve been a little mean of her to joke about flirting, but she couldn’t help it. He was just…so cute.

“Ah. Right. Of course.” Sasha adjusted his sunglasses and cleared his throat, the redness fading from his cheeks. “I hope that means you’re feeling better.”

She smiled at him and combed her long fingers through her hair. “I think I’m ready to go back now. Is 33 waiting for us?”

He nodded. “We moved you and Rehm to the jet before I entered your mind. 33’s got him in a trance so he won’t cause any more trouble. If everything went according to plan, we’ll likely be back at the Motherlobe soon.”

“Oh, that’s so good to hear. I could go for a coffee right about now.”

Sasha grabbed his smelling salts and held them in front of him. “I’ll get out of here. Then all you need to do is…wake up,” he said softly, then opened up the salts and exited her mind.

Milla took another deep breath, staring at the space he’d just occupied. She decided to take a moment for herself before waking up and floated over to the nursery that she wished wasn’t always taking up space in the corner. But she needed it. She needed to remember the children, and how important they were to her, and how she’d never completely forgive herself for what happened. She had to move on with her life, but she never wanted to forget them. Every face, every name, every voice - would stay with her forever.

She closed the toy chest, drowning out the sounds of pain that came from inside. Then floated up to her favorite dance platform and tried to concentrate on waking up.

Milla opened her eyes to find Sasha and 33 discussing some of the things they’d seen Lucius do while inside his and her own mind. She distinctly heard the words study and experiment, but couldn’t focus on the entire sentence just yet. She sat up straight and groaned, cradling her head.

“You’re awake,” Sasha said quietly, stepping closer. “How do you feel?”

“Like I was hit by a bus,” Milla answered, opening one eye to see that Sasha was leaning down and looking positively chivalrous. “But it’ll pass.”

“We were worried about you, Vodello,” 33 added. “Nein said Rehm forced you from his mind into yours…that’s some scary shit.”

Milla nodded, not sure how else to respond. It was scary. It was something she’d never heard of before, and she certainly didn’t like that a man so new to his psychic powers could develop such a skill. The prolonged exposure to psitanium seemed to make him powerful, but also seemed to warp his mind. Though he had a lot of dark, troubled times in his life, there was no criminal history to speak of or any interest in groups seeking power. Everything came so suddenly. She wondered if he’d be able to help himself after they separated him from the psitanium.

“You were very impressive, Milla,” Sasha said, taking a seat next to her. “Allow me to buy you that coffee when we get back to base.”

She smiled at him and blushed a tiny bit, feeling a wave of appreciation radiating off of him. Milla wasn’t sure if she’d ever known a man that felt so honest and genuine - when he said a kind thing to her, she really, really, believed it. “That sounds lovely.”

“You guys can head to the Noodle Bowl,” 33 said, standing up. “I’ll take Rehm to lockup.”

“We’re already back?” Milla stood up, looking out the front window. Not surprisingly, the Motherlobe was right there waiting for them. She’d definitely thought Sasha was exaggerating when he said they’d be there soon.

“Thank you, Agent 33. I’ll try to do some work on him later today,” he said with a nod, levitating out of the top of the plane.

Milla followed him, though she still felt a little unlike herself. She couldn’t tell how much time had passed - no idea how long they’d been in Rehm’s mind or in her own, and she still didn’t fully understand what had happened to her. Everything in her mind seemed just fine, the mental barriers preventing her nightmares from escaping were in place just as always. But there was that sense of violation, the feeling that someone unwelcome was scurrying around inside her head - it left her with an icky sensation.

She stayed quiet while they made their way into the Motherlobe, even while Sasha was grabbing the coffees. All she could think about at that moment was how much she wanted to redecorate.

“Camilla?” he asked softly, handing her the cup. “If you need to rest, you can come to my office. I won’t mind.”

“That would be great, actually,” she answered, enjoying how warm the cup was against her palms as she took it from him. “Agent Forsythe is supposed to be in meetings all day, anyway, so it’s not like I can update her.”

“Agent 33 is already on her way to the Grand Head’s office. They’ll discuss what to do with Rehm from there, though I’d really like to see him in my lab first.” Sasha sipped at his own coffee and paused for a moment in front of the hallway fish tank. “I think Agent Mentallis and I could gain some valuable insights from him.”

They entered his office and Milla immediately moved to take a seat on his long, orange couch. She smiled and sipped her coffee - she didn’t respond to his previous statement, but she didn’t think he had any expectation for her to do so. She wasn’t a scientist like him or Agent Mentallis, she was much more interested in helping Rehm heal. The remnants of doubts they’d seen in his mind gave her hope that the golf-loving Lucius Rehm was still in there somewhere.

There were a few moments of silence before Milla felt a presence join her on the couch - she opened her eyes and saw that Sasha had taken a seat next to her. Not too close, of course, but not too far, either. Which was a little surprising, but not unwelcome. “Your office is really nice, Sasha. Very calming.”

He nodded and reached a hand to his inner coat pocket, looking like he was about to grab a cigarette, but then he stopped and clasped his hands together in front of him instead. “Milla…I want to ask you something. If you don’t want to answer, I won’t be offended, but I’d like to know why Rehm was so interested in your mind.”

“Ah.” She had a feeling the question would come up sooner or later. Well, Milla felt like she and Sasha had a good friendship and she knew he wouldn’t judge her for what happened. It was still difficult to talk about, but after everything she’d been through that day - there was no reason not to explain. “I…have nightmares. A lot of them.”

“Currently?” He looked at her, a little confused. “I was under the impression that you used to have nightmares and overcame them.”

She tugged at her hair awkwardly. “I did. Technically. Truman helped me build a…prison for them. Almost like the one in Lucius’ mind. But the nightmares are still there. They’re just…hidden away. They can’t get out and hurt me or anyone else, but they can’t be destroyed, either.”

Sasha frowned and stared at her. “Is it alright if I ask why? Psychonauts destroying a person’s nightmares isn’t unheard of.”

“They’re not just nightmares, though. They’re…they’re my memories.” Milla had never had to explain her situation to someone, though she’d tried to prepare herself for the day she would. It was a difficult thing to get someone to understand when they didn’t have the same experience. “I used to work at an orphanage, a few years ago. There was a fire one day while I was out and all the children died.”

He squeezed his hands tighter and took a deep breath. Something told him she wasn’t quite done.

“That was the day I learned I was psychic,” she continued quietly. “I could hear them, feel them - their screams, their agony, everything. Even from down the street. The nightmares are just…that. Over and over and over again.” Milla ran a hand all the way through her hair, messing up her part. “So I can’t get rid of the nightmares. Not really. I just had to learn to…compartmentalize. That’s all.”

Unexpectedly, Sasha reached out a hand and placed it gently on top of hers. “Camilla…I’m sorry you went through that. No one should ever have to experience something like that. But…the fact that you’re here today, and after such a short amount of time…that shows tremendous strength and focus. You’ve overcome more in the past few years than most people do in their entire lives.” He squeezed her hand for a second, then pulled back in a haste that felt like he realized he was in her personal bubble. “Sorry. I just, um. I’m…proud. Proud to work alongside you.”

Milla felt her heart racing faster and faster inside her chest, and she hoped that didn’t become a problem some day. It wasn’t her fault that Sasha Nein was incredibly, impossibly charming and comforting. “That’s really nice of you to say. I…I still feel like I have a long way to go. But I’m happy with where I am.”

“I can’t say this is true for everyone, but it’s likely you’ll always feel that you have a long way to go,” he added, tapping his fingers on his leg. “It’s been twenty-six years and I’ve still not gotten over my mother’s death.”

There was a jokey lilt to his statement that caught Milla off-guard, and she chuckled despite the situation. Deciding to take a little risk, she scooted closer to him on the couch and leaned her head onto his shoulder, taking a long, deep breath. “I really enjoyed working with you today, Sasha.”

He went ramrod straight for a moment, two moments, three moments…then relaxed. “I enjoyed…working with you, too. Milla.”

Both of them felt a serenity fall over the room and had to admit - after everything they’d just dealt with - it was a nice way to wrap up the day.

#psychonauts #sasha nein #milla vodello #agent 33 #sashamilla #science party #lunchtime yoga #carrofics

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