#if my friends aren’t like that i don’t want them

[luveline]

Hi Jade! (I’ve sent this before so ignore if you aren’t into it) just thinking about a bau!reader (maybe shy!reader??) who’s dating post-prison Spencer but didn’t know him before prison and she sees some footage of season one Spencer (maybe they need to refer to a recording of a previous case?) and she’s just dying at how cute he is 🥹

You’ve barely woken up with your face in a solid shoulder when Spencer’s turning around.

“Don’t,” he says when you whine, slipping a familiar hand over your hip. “I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Too early to make fun of me.” 

“Do you think I’m making fun of you?” 

His talking warms your nose where his head is angled down. Your skin smarts with goosebumps as he trails his hand lightly up your back, down again, the slowest, tumbling touch. You shiver, and Spencer, ever so slightly devious in love, says, “Oh, you’re cold?” with great pity as he pulls you closer. 

You rub your face against his shoulder. “Sorry.” 

“Why?”

“I smell.” 

He hums. “Sort of. Not like sweat, though. You smell like sleep.” His lips touch your cheek.

He lets you ‘warm up’ in his arms for a few minutes, then however long you doze for, lost and too comfortable to bother even trying to wake up properly. Your phone pings a couple of times after it comes out of sleep mode, a sure sign you’ve overslept, but Spencer doesn’t make you move until your stomach growls. 

“Come on,” he says, kissing your nose and slipping you back onto your side of the bed. “I’ll make breakfast.” 

“It’s nearly twelve.” 

“You just woke up, and it’s the first thing you’re gonna eat. You are breaking your fast. Breakfast.” He looks pretty even through achy, tired eyes, all the sleep crusted in your lashes no match for Spencer Reid. How you went so long without knowing him is a mystery. 

You get up only because he told you to and because he looked quite lovely when he did it, not because you want to. The bed is warm, that pit of his arms calling your name, but Spencer’s already rolling out of bed with an eager hand scratching through his hair. Sweat has made them tight and a little darker in the back. You’ll both have to shower at some point, preferably after he’s made you breakfast in bed. 

He can see your expectations on your face, and he laughs as he pulls a t-shirt on over his head. “Get up! I’m not bringing it up here, do you know how badly your sleep cycle is affected when you start doing the wrong things in bed?” 

“What counts as the wrong thing?” 

Spencer laughs again, softer now, and for a moment he traces your face with his eyes without speaking. “Fine,” he says, waving a hand at you as he makes for the bedroom door, “stay there. But only ‘cos you look so pretty!” 

“Thank you!” you call back. 

This time with Spencer isn’t enough. You need ten more years of this, thirty, fifty, you need to wake up in his arms and have him touch you and tickle your cheek with his breath. He’s too far to have him come back, so you resign to hugging him when he returns. 

Your phone pings again, drawing your attention finally. The first notification is a reminder to buy toothpaste today at the grocery store. The second is a text from a friend, the third an email. It’s one from last night that piques your interest, another friend, full capital letters: HELP. 

Her use of a laughing emoji defers any urgency. You click on the text thread and scroll up, puzzled by her previous messages, a link, and a caption: oh my god he was so dorky??? 

You open the video and feel your breath catch in surprise. 

Is that Spencer?

You're not stupid, you’ve seen photos of him and his friends together dotted around the apartment from over the years, and every time you come across that photo of him and Diana at a spelling bee with his huge black-framed glasses you have to laugh, but it’s different seeing him to hearing him. 

He’s so nervous. You can’t understand what it is he’s saying, something about mathematical components to profiling criminals. Jason Gideon stands in the background watching him closely. 

“There’s actually a good joke that–”

“Spencer,” Gideon reprimands. 

You watch in awe as Spencer stammers an apology, his cheeks a little pink. You’ve seen Spencer blush, but this feels different. He looks so young. His hair is straight as a pin. 

“Spencer, did you used to straighten your hair?” you call, hoping he can hear you over the sound of a frying pan popping in the kitchen. “Or do you have a perm now, or what?” 

“What!” 

“I’m confused on the logistics of your hair!” You feel something weird in your chest as on screen Spencer tucks a stray strand of hair behind his ear. It’s a mixture of wanting to eat him and wanting to reach through the screen to stroke his cheek with your thumb. 

Spencer treks back into the bedroom with his pink and white pinstripe apron over his shirt and sweatpants. He smells like cinnamon sugar already. “What are you talking about?” 

“My friend found a video of you and Jason at one of those lectures you did.” 

Spencer presses his lips together. For a moment, he doesn’t speak. “I didn’t do any lectures.”

“Uh, yes you did, liar, and you looked so cute.” You turn your phone to him. “So sweet.” 

He marches to the bed. Before you can stop him, he’s taking the phone from your hand, giving you the world's silliest, tiniest shove when you try to get it back. 

“Cruel,” you quip. 

Spencer stares at the phone screen, then you, “Sorry,” he says, turning pink, “I don’t know why I did that, just– I just–” He frowns deeply. “Can you stop smiling like that?” 

You climb onto your knees, a morning disaster, but when you wrap your arms around Spencer’s waist he looks at you like you’re perfect. His eyes soften, brows relaxing, his irises like dark dimes that slowly dilate as he looks you over. Your phone presses into your back, his arm wrapping around you. 

“You were adorable,” you say sincerely. 

“Not anymore?” 

You rub your cheek against his apron. “No, you still are. Let me watch the video again.” 

“Not a chance.” 

[marauders1971-1978]

This is the post I channel for James' characterisation for years 1-3

The dormitory grew brighter around him at a snail’s pace, the weak Autumn light struggling through the flat, white cloud cover. Remus was exhausted and frustrated, but still, infuriatingly awake. He gave up trying to get any rest and clambered over to the bottom of his bed to pull out a book from his trunk to read until it was a reasonable time to be up. 

His eyelids were just drooping over his copy of The Wishing Chair, Again that he’d brought from home to lend to Lily when something heavy and unexpected dropped onto his legs. 

“Morning!” James whispered over Remus’ grunt of pain. He was beaming, and looked like he’d slept outside in a hurricane. 

“Yeah, morning.” Remus pulled his legs from under James, lest he break them, and put his book to one side. “You’re up early.”

“I suppose. Hey, sorry to spring this on you, but I forgot to ask yesterday with all the excitement. Are you a werewolf?”

Remus lunged forward and clapped his hand over James’ mouth, looking over to his left in a panic. Peter was still snoring. 

“Jesus Christ, James, shut up.” 

James pried Remus’ hand away from his mouth and grimaced apologetically. 

“Sorry mate,” James apologised, keeping his voice hushed. “Anyway, you are, aren’t you? I double-checked the lunar charts over summer-”

“James, are you mental?” Remus groaned. He couldn’t take much more anxiety in one night. “What do you mean, you were ‘checking lunar charts’? It’s like, five in the morning - why are you asking me this right now?”

James looked horrified. “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry. I was so sure I was right - I suppose that was a bit presumptuous. Please, ignore what I said, I’m so sorry-”

“No, you’re right, it’s just that-”

“Wait, I’m right ?”

Remus wanted to obliterate himself on the spot. What an idiot. 

Well, he supposed at least he could stop worrying about it now. 

“Yeah, you’re right.”

He stole a tentative glance at James, expecting disgust, or horror, or fear. Instead, he looked… smug?

“ Knew it!” he hissed. “I’m such a great detective. Sirius isn’t going to believe that I figured it out before him-”

Remus couldn’t believe his ears. Was it simply that James hadn’t thought of the reality of what he’d discovered? Perhaps it was still all a game of Cluedo to him. Perhaps, once he’d had a few minutes for the horror of what he’d said to sink in, he’d go straight to Professor McGonagall, or Professor Dumbledore, and ask that Remus be housed elsewhere, or expelled, for their own safety. 

And he’d be right to. 

Remus flinched as a hand waved before his eyes, far too close to his face. 

“Hey, Lupin. You okay there?”

Remus blinked at him, waving his hand away. He didn’t want to touch him. 

“Am I okay?”

James huffed. “You keep just repeating me.” James seemed to stop, pull the breaks on his own train of thought, and really look at Remus for the first time since he’d sat on the bed. Remus could feel his eyes searching him. “Sorry. I think I’ve made a mistake.” 

There it was.

“I’ve really freaked you out, haven’t I?”

Freaked him out?

“I bet it’s been really hard for you, you tried to keep it a secret. And here I am blabbing away about it. I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I can keep a secret, I promise. Especially for a friend.”

Remus refused to cry for the third time that day, so he leaned forward and hugged James roughly, before he could think twice about it. James squeezed him back.

BONUS - Peter

“I guess this is about the werewolf thing?”

Remus snapped his head up, bashing his forehead on James’ chin as he did. Peter stood beside the bed, sleepy eyed. Remus rubbed his head and looked bewildered at Peter. 

“How do you know?” He asked, incredulous. 

“You were sick at the full moon and your scars don’t heal,” Peter shrugged. “I supposed you were trying to keep it a secret, so I didn’t say anything. Seems like that’s over and done with now though.” He smiled up at him and Remus felt his chest ache like someone had reached inside him and squeezed his heart. 

How did he deserve this?

James unlatched himself from Remus and huffed at Peter. “Wait, when did you figure this out? I thought it’d gotten it first?”

“No way, I figured it out end of last year - I’m sure you only put it together in the holidays-”

“That’s not true, I was just double checking! I knew last year-”

“You did not, you’re a liar-”

Remus: Oh no. You don’t want to befriend me. I’m a handful.

James: [excitedly] I have two hands!!!

[tumble-tv]

Going to a protest? Bring first aid.

I don’t mean bandaids and acetaminophen (although those are helpful). I’m talking trauma first aid. I’m talking gunshot wounds and car accidents and stabbings, stuff to keep somebody alive long enough to get to the hospital. Because it happens, and you need to know what to do if and when it does.

You need an IFAK (Individual First Aid Kit) pouch. You can find them easily online, this is my favorite model. No clasps, no buttons, just pull and it’s open. You don’t want something that will take a long time to open or something that has seventeen pockets. Everything needs to be in one place and easily accessible.

Here’s what you need in that pouch:

Tourniquet (https://www.rescue-essentials.com/combat-application-tourniquet-cat-gen-7/) This is how you keep people from bleeding out. Relatively easy to use, there’s plenty of videos online on how to properly use them. When somebody is shot in an arm or leg and is bleeding out, you need to use this or they will die. You can keep this on a limb for about six hours before there’s any risk for amputation, so they’ll be fine. Have one easily accessible on the outside of your pack and another inside your bag. Two is a safe number, but the more the merrier. Don’t cheap out on them, either, you need something that will hold up and do what it needs to the right way. Bright colors are your best friend here, use them. Black may look cooler, but it’s harder to see. Neon orange will always be your friend in the medical field. You can also write a “T” on the person’s forehead to let medical professionals know that they have a tourniquet on.

Trauma Shears (https://www.rescue-essentials.com/north-american-rescue-trauma-shears/) Somebody gets shot in the upper leg? You need to cut their pants off and this is what you’re gonna do it with. No time to waste with taking them off the normal way, get to cutting. Sorry, but their jeans are not top priority at the moment, their life is. I like to get mine in a color that I can easily recognize, like orange or glow in the dark green. Makes it easier to find.

Nitrile Gloves I’m talking medical gloves, the blue ones. You don’t want black because you can’t see blood as easily with that. You want blue or green. Keep multiple pairs (I personally have a handful just shoved in mine), because god forbid you’re working on multiple people, you NEED to be able to change gloves so you don’t cross contaminate their blood with each other. That can lead to so many problems. This protects both you and them from any contagions on your skin or in their blood. You can honestly get these at any store, but please get them allergen friendly (latex free). Keep them in their own little baggie to prevent contamination.

Sharpie When you apply a tourniquet, there’s a little white piece. You need to write the time you applied the tourniquet on that little strip. Worst comes to worst, if you forget your sharpie you can use blood to write on the person.

Compressed Packing Gauze (https://www.rescue-essentials.com/nar-responder-compressed-gauze/) If somebody has a deep wound like a gunshot wound where you can’t use a tourniquet (chest, back, stomach, etc), you need to use this. Find where the blood is coming from and shove it in there. You can get hemostatic packing gauze with a clotting agent, but it can be a bit expensive. Apply pressure, it’s a game changer. Also, if you’re using a clotting agent, keep the package to show to the medical professionals.

Compression Bandage (https://www.rescue-essentials.com/israeli-t3-bandage-4/) Also known as an Israeli bandage (I know, that’s just what it’s called and referred to). It ahs some plastic on it so you can wrap it around and twist the plastic piece to apply as much pressure as possible. Theta aren’t overly common, but they’re good to have. Perfect for slowing bleeding or securing a bunch of gauze you packed into a wound that you don’t want to move.

Nasopharyngeal Airways (NPAs) (https://www.rescue-essentials.com/rescue-essentials-naso-airway-kit/) Basically a tube you slide down somebody’s nose to keep their airway open. Best for if somebody has significant trauma to the jaw or mouth. Always use the lubricant!!! If you don’t, this becomes so much harder to do and so much more painful.

Vented Chest Seal (https://www.rescue-essentials.com/hyfin-vent-compact-chest-seal-twin-pack/) For a penetrating wound to the chest like a bullet, use these. One for the entry wound, one for the exit wound. These let trapped air to escape, but don't let air come in.

Space Blanket (https://www.rescue-essentials.com/nar-survival-blanket/) You know those funky silver blankets that look like tinfoil? That’s it. When somebody goes into shock, their body temperature will drop significantly. They can literally go hypothermic in ninety degree weather.

Rat’s Tourniquet (https://www.rapidtq.com/collections/tourniquets-1/products/r-a-t-s-tourniquet) Sometimes a regular tourniquet is too bulky. Maybe somebody is super skinny or it’s a kid or an animal, this will stop blood flow when a regular tourniquet won’t. They’re a little harder to figure out, but they’re worth it.

Other Helpful Stuff

Bandaids

Regular old sterile gauze

Alcohol pads

Neosporin

Sealed water bottles for washing out wounds if need be

Medical tape

Rolls of sterile gauze

Antiseptic

Tweezers (DO NOT GO DIGGING AROUND FOR BULLETS THIS IS FOR NASTY SPLINTERS)

Penlight

Glucose gel for all of our hypoglycemic friends

Blood glucose monitor to test if need be

Pulse oximeter

Shit ton of eye drops for tear gas, because that stuff hurts

Superglue

Masks

Hand sanitizer

Rubbing alcohol (Can be substituted with drinking alcohol if need be. Find the highest ABV you can, vodka and whiskey are your best choices here.)

Hydrogen peroxide

Electrolyte packets/chews

Bandanas

Eye protection, like goggles

Something to make a splint with. You can use an actual splint (https://www.rescue-essentials.com/sam-splint-original-36/) or any long rod or stick, really.

Duct tape

Multi tool and/or pocket knife

If you’re going to be That Guy in full tactical gear, make sure people know which side you’re on with patches. Pride flags, ACAB patches, whatever it is, put them everywhere. Make sure the people around you know which team you play for.

Buy multiples of everything. Make sure you practice and know what you’re doing. Have a bigger bag than that pouch I linked above? Great! Shove more stuff in there, the more the merrier.

Take a Stop The Bleed course, that makes everything easier and you’ll be better at what you’re doing. They’ll teach you how to pack a wound, you’ll stick your fingers in a fake leg and learn to do it. Also take a CPR course and get certified. I believe they teach you how to use an NPA, but I’m not entirely sure since I took one for my EMT certification and was taught to use NPAs, but I know that EMT certification for CPR is different from civilian certification in some way.

I did not include CPR materials for a reason. If somebody is passed out from massive blood loss, they won’t wake up with CPR. If there’s no blood for the heart to pump, then CPR won’t do anything. If someone isn’t breathing and this is a mass casualty event like what this bag is packed for, leave them. I hate to say it, but you need to leave them. There is no way you are going to get this person breathing again in time for you both to get out alive if you’re being shot at. If somebody needs CPR, they are classified as “meaningfully dead.” CPR is meant to keep blood moving until first responders arrive, and during protests, they won’t. You’re free to bring CPR materials, I won’t stop you, but be aware of that.

Tampons are a good emergency alternative to packing gauze if need be. You’ll probably need a lot of them, but they’ll work in a pinch (and will be awesome if somebody needs one for their normal purpose).

If you have anything to add, please do. Any information helps.

[fernpetals]

Precious

An extension of THIS ask

More of Yandere John Wick and his dollification-kink

Warning: Stalking, manipulation, hints of infantilization, implied restraining, NSFW, John is soft but dark, tracking,dollification(obviously), a hint of corruption kink

Credit to the GIF owner.

Unedited Piece.

I kind of lost myself with this one. Note that the reader does not understand Russian in this one. So if any of my readers do, I apologise.

Precious. That is what you are to John. He sees you as precious and fragile. Especially if you are a civilian working a regular job. That is the most unfortunate of circumstances for you. Canon John is protective as such. Imagine yandere John—he is paranoid that something or someone is going to hurt you. There is a tracker somewhere in your car, and you are never going to find out. And your phone? He has the right connections—people who have your phone bugged for him.

And most probably, all this happens even before he is ‘officially’ your boyfriend. In his eyes, the proposal is simply a formality, just so that you don’t freak out. 

Once in a relationship, it all turns worse. You don't want to move in with him so soon? It has been a month! His patience is now running thin. This might even be the cause of your first major disagreement or serious fight. If you choose to ignore him after that, even for a day, you are only making it worse for you. Suddenly, your home is broken in, thrashed or suddenly, you are locked out of your own home. The lock just wouldn’t open and it’s late at night. But either way, you don’t need to fear, John is just a call away. Or just happens to have been on his way to your place, to apologise, of course.

Sadly, this is just the beginning of manipulation and gaslighting.

Once he has you under his roof, there is no going back. Isn’t it strange? Some of your bathing and beauty products are already lined up in his bathroom cabinet.

 “I bought them just in case you decided to stay for weekends. I was thinking of inviting you over.”

It is reasonable but you can see through it. Anyone can—he is trying to ease you into living with him. It’s harmless in your eyes, only if you knew how far he has gone and is willing to go.

John loves it when you put on pretty dresses—your closet is slowly filled with more and more of them. Either it is a dress he has delivered to you, or left on your bed, or he simply appears with a random dress in a bag. 

“Thought it would look lovely on you.” 

It is incredible how he gets the measurement right, even before you both get intimate. It’s like his hands have a mind of their own, mapping your form even through simple touches.

The truth is, you are all in his mind, every touch, every trace is imprinted in John’s mind. It takes him incredible self-control to not have his hands all over you. His throat dries up when he gets to touch you, even if it seems innocent, a squeeze on your shoulder, holding your hand

Expect random trips to a boutique of his choice, he makes you try on as many dresses as you want, and he wants and every time you give him a twirl, he has to remind himself that you both are in public. If he likes a dress a little too much, he will invite you to his lap.

“Aren’t you a pretty doll?” His eyes have the darkness that unsettles you, just for a moment, before you shake it off

John is a gentleman, a true gentleman. A catch really—that is what you firmly believe. At least until you move in with him and the mask begins to fall. 

Suddenly, you realise that you barely have time for yourself, your closet is filled with the dresses he likes the most and you never go out with your friends as often. In fact, it has been a while since you have gone out. You are always rushing home after work because John prefers that you do not stay out till late. When was the last time you had a night out with your friends?

But by the time you come to realise all this, it is too late, you are so deep in his lair, entangled in his web. It is not easy to keep a sane mind with the amount of times his head is buried between your legs, or his fingers or both. And let’s not talk about what a silly mess his manhood thrusting in and out of your slick folds makes you. 

Like Donaka, John too has a corruption kink. You do not know how cruel the world is, you are a precious angel in this hell on earth. He wants to protect you, he will protect you and take care of you, regardless of what you want but he also gets off at your surprised expression when he bends you to a new position while your pleasure-drunk eyes look up at him. Only he will get to see that, of course. 

What would you do without him? You are going to work? He is dropping you, soon, you will see that you do not need to work at all. He is your protector and provider. You genuinely enjoy it? Well, you can continue what you do as a hobby, what is the need to take the pains of going to work every day?

John does not understand that. As I mentioned before, he sees you as something precious and fragile, a sweet doll that belongs to a safe, cosy, soft dollhouse. He makes sure that you have enough sleep, and enough nutrients and that you do not engage in any ‘dangerous’ activity. You do not need to cook, he will happily do that. If you insist on helping, he will let you mix things up, and even stir maybe, but you are staying away from hot oils and knives.

John is also the type who loves to kiss you on the cheeks for some reason, his lips softly touching your skin has a familiar warmth enveloping his heart. Even during intimate moments, he kisses you all over, like his lips tracing your body.

It is perhaps during the passionate, intimate moments that you get to see a glimpse of carefully concealed darkness. The sweet nothings make you blush. he says things in Russian that you have no idea of-

“You are meant to be fucked stupid and sleep soft and cosy in this bedroom, aren’t you? Why even bother stepping out? I have everything here for you.”

“Aren’t you pretty like this? My precious doll, all dressed up for me.”

“You were mine since the day I laid eyes on you.”

“Should keep you here all the time, huh? It’s too dangerous outside.”

“You need me, don’t you?”

“You are mine, aren’t you? All you need is me.”

“I could have just taken you, and you wouldn’t be able to do anything…”

If you do manage to put the dots and confront him someday, he will try to manipulate you and if that doesn’t work and you still want to leave…Good luck. Besides, he will have a good laugh watching you trying to fight him. Might even be condescending and mean about it.

[checkeredflagggs]

The Story of Us: Chapter 3

pairing: logan sargeant x famous!fem!singer

summary: logan and you have been keeping a secret from everyone but it might be time for it to come out

a/n: while I do my best on most of my works to be race neutral, this one is very very very self indulgent 🤷🏻‍♀️

a/n2: this is part 3 of 4/5, which will be released when they’re finished and I’m using pretty much everything from Taylor Swift

a/n3: I still don’t understand instagram so - no one but those that follow you can see a private accounts comments (even on a public post). Also I still hate twitter so I’ve replaced it with Bluesky.

a/n4: Also timelines? Never heard of them. This is set in 2024 but I’ve moved Miami to before Australia

a/n5: I’m pretending that the race schedule is known more then a year in advance so…

Part 1 Part 2

y/n

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y/n: loving the tour, missing the simple days

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user1: never seen someone so fucking pretty

↳user2: absolutely jaw dropping

user3: adding several things to my bucket list

↳user4: same!

↳user5: I just want to add her cloths to my closet

not_oscar: this is gonna cause so much trouble oh my god y/n

↳not_y/n: 😂🤭😂😉

↳not_oscar: i give it minutes before those losers start posting vaguely similar photos…

↳not_logan: no bet dude. It’s gonna happen

alexandrasaintmleux: Tu es aussi magnifique que les œuvres d'art sur les murs. You're just as stunning as the art on the walls.

↳charles_leclerc: Comme tu l'as dit, mon amour. As you said, my love.

↳user6: bringing in reinforcements??

↳user7: well at least it’s not cheating now I guess 😂😂

pierregasly: On ne devrait jamais avoir à porter ses propres sacs pour faire ses courses! One should never have to carry their own bags when shopping!

↳francisca.cgomes: Je t'ai bien appris. I’ve taught you well.

↳user8: oh boy the desperation…

georgerussell63: what’s you current read? I’ve been looking for some recommendations!

↳user9: How Not to Flirt with Someone Not your Girlfriend and Dumbassery 101

↳user10: 😂😂

alex_albon: do you offer horse riding lessons?

↳user11: don’t…don’t you own a horse???

↳user12: I think the drivers have passed from desperate into just being sad…

landonorris: visiting New York soon — any suggestions?

↳user13: getting a life maybe?

georgerussell63

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georgerussell63: Love those London days

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user14: …so this is blatant y/n bait right?

↳user15: absolutely!

↳user16: I think my favorite part of the season so far is how fucking stupid these drivers turn in the face of y/n…

↳user17: it has been funny to watch

oscarpiastri: why are you posting London photos? We’re in Japan?

↳georgerussell63: its call a photo dump Oscar

↳oscarpiastri: I think it’s actually called stupidity…

↳not_logan: 😂😂 please continue to call them out

↳not_oscar: well someone has to and it’s obviously not gonna be you…

↳not_y/n: not yet at least…

↳not_logan: the next part of your plan??

↳not_y/n: 🤭

↳not_oscar: you mean to tell me you actually have a plan for this madness?!???

user18: call him out Oscar!

↳user19: fighting for his best friend really…

user20: you can tell these aren’t recent because it’s still FUCK ASS cold in London right now

↳user21: oh my god I didn’t even notice that…🤣🤣

sargeantnation

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sargeantnation: not the weekend that Logan wanted but boy did he look good while he was there

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user22: made it further than his teammate did…

↳user23: barely

user24: you’ll get it next week Logan!

user25: did you see the look on vowles’ face??

↳user26: he definitely need acting lessons

↳user25: right? Like dude can you try and act like you actually like both of your drivers?

↳user26: I fear for Logan…it took so long for his contract renewal and vowles all but said he would have gone with someone else if they were an option…

↳user25: do not even speak that into existence!!!

user27: such a let down after last week…

↳user28: not everyone is max verstappen!

↳user27: going from a podium to last place though…

↳user26: and remember how lackluster vowles congratulations were for it??

↳user25: 😬😬😬 not. good.

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pierregasly

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pierregasly: Missing those summer days and beach dates 🩷

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user29: hmmmm…not liking this

↳user30: the blatant attempt to shoot his shot at y/n completely overlooking his gorgeous girlfriend? liked by francisca.cgomes

↳user29: yeah that 😂

oscarpiastri: this is…not it

↳pierregasly: you’re supposed to be Norris’ problem — not mine

↳oscarpiastri: I’ll be everyone’s problem

↳user31: show them how it’s done Oscar!

charles_leclerc: enjoying that sunset? 🌅

↳pierregasly: enjoying the company more 🩷

↳user32: hopefully it’s Kika!

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y/n_gossip: Weeks into her tour, y/n has brought out multiple new outfits for her highly talked about Eras tour. Here’s a carousel of some our favorites!

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iamrebeccad: she could be a model…

↳carlossainz55: ¡Sabrías hermosa! You would know beautiful!

↳user33: girl go back to your actual boyfriend and leave y/n alone 😭😭

user34: is this a safe space? Can I say something?

↳user35: do it regardless

↳user34: I’m starting to believe user19…

↳user19: HAHA

↳user35: you summoned them

↳user34: brb putting on my clown hat 🤡

alexandrasaintmleux: Des couleurs si magnifiques ! Sur un magnifique modèle 💕 Such gorgeous colors! On a gorgeous model 💕

↳charles_leclerc: Presque aussi magnifique que toi. Almost as stunning as you.

↳user36: …👎🏻

user19: i have more proof for you people if that’s something that you need

↳user53: how??? Neither of them have posted anything even vaguely related to them being in a relationship

↳user19: after all this time you still doubt me??

↳user53: of course not but really?

↳user37: I’m gonna start my own crazy train — you guys are dating

↳user19: I’m gonna block you

↳user37: MORE PROOF

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user38: oh so now we’re blatantly quoting y/n’s songs now?

↳user39: well she’s been ignoring her apparently many boyfriends 😂

alexandrasaintmleux: Toujours, mon amour Always, my love

↳user40: girl he’s trying to cheat on you

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↳user41: anyone else catch that?

↳user40: 😑😑😑

oscarpiastri: oh it’s so good you and Alex are taking time together

↳not_y/n: thank you for your service 🫡

↳not_oscar: I expect something for this

↳not_y/n: summer break with me and Logan?

↳not_oscar: sure

↳user42: thank you king for your continued service

alex_albon: going shirtless? For free?

↳charles_leclerc: anything for the fans

↳alex_albon: is that what we’re calling it nowadays?

↳logansargeant: 😂😂

user43: user19 can you give us more proof please

↳user19: I WOULD LOVE TO

↳user53: please stop screaming

Bluesky

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logansargeant: a full heart and a full living room

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user44: I need more photos of boyfriend Logan in my life

↳user48: I just need Logan as a boyfriend

not_y/n: 🥰🥰🥰 I love you so much Logan

↳not_logan: I love you too. More then I can ever say

oscarpiastri: thanks for the sleeping place

↳logansargeant: it’s always open for you

↳user19: ☝🏻☝🏻 LOVER CODED

alex_albon: when am I gonna get an introduction?

↳logansargeant: soon I promise — but she has a plan

↳alex_albon: can’t argue with that I guess 😂

↳logansargeant: oh I never argue with her…

↳user53: user19 they have a plan???

↳user19: well she’s a mastermind liked by logansargeant

user49: THATS NEW YORK, PARIS, LONDON

↳user19: I TOLF YOJ

↳user19: Welcome to New York, Paris, London Boy, and Lover! All in one post!

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iamrebeccad: race dates and date dates 🩶

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carlossainz55: Chicas impresionantes! Stunning girls!

↳iamrebeccad: thank you my love

↳user50: 🤮

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user51: user12 was right…it didn’t take long at all for the wags to jump on the y/n train…

↳user12: ok but I am seeing a vision

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↳user12: yes it is

alexandrasaintmleux: lunch tomorrow?

↳iamrebeccad: sorry plans tomorrow! Day after?

↳alexandrasaintmleux: plans or plans 😂

↳iamrebeccad: plans

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user54: music video?

user55: merchandise? It’s been awhile since they’ve dropped anything new!

maxverstappen1: new music?

↳user56: car boy I know you’re used to being fast but we don’t demand new music around here

↳user57: we’re gonna have put together a pamphlet on how to act aren’t we…

↳user58: not a bad idea actually…

not_oscar: why do you keep doing this y/n???

↳not_y/n: sorry not sorry 😂

↳not_lilyz: ohhh new music??

↳not_y/n: yes!

↳not_lilyz: oh my god i can’t wait!

↳not_y/n: I’ll send some voice notes for you my love 🩵

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alexandrasaintmleux: Voir l’art, c’est connaître l’amour. To see art is to know love.

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user59: stunning

↳user60: she really is

↳user61: can charles fight?

user12: user52 ok this or the other?

↳user52: definitely charles-y/n-alex liked by alexandrasaintmleux, charles_leclerc

charles_leclerc: Alors j'ai été béni tous les jours. Then I’ve been blessed everyday

↳user63: i am begging at this point…

↳user64: no I get it 🤤🤤

↳user63: what? Eww no. I’m begging them to realize they’re promoting cheating…

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logansargeant: Not how I expected Australia to go but we preserve — let’s go Alex!

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alex_albon: thanks for the support!

↳logansargeant: of course!

oscarpiastri: mom said to plan on dinner at our place this weekend

↳logansargeant: yum!

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😭

i've been putting off reblogging this because 1) i was busy AS A WORKING GIRLIE, 2) i was busy as a working girlie wishing for CHAN AS MY WORK SPOUSE, and 3) svt con weekend in my country haha

I'm Annotating my going insane because I Want To (below the cut~)

“Aren’t you supposed to be getting your afternoon coffee with Mr. Program Assistant?” 

i hate how kae clocked me for this as a nonprofit programs girlie hate it hate it hate it LOVE IT SO MUCH I COULD CRY. chan would be such a good programs person if he worked hard on it i can See it.

He doesn’t respond verbally, just smiles at you in that way that lights up a whole room. It’s the type of grin that has you forgetting just how bad of a morning you had; you’d lose yourself in it if weren’t for the ominous presence of Vernon a couple of seats down.

wow. wow. just imagine arriving to THIS at the office in the morning. i'd faint on the spot. or just outright kiss him—office etiquette be damned.

Vernon lets out a huff of laughter at Seungkwan’s side. “I’ll bet a dollar that it’s Lee Chan,” says Vernon. Seungkwan responds with a roll of his eyes. “That’s a given.” 

i've always maintained that i'd be so good friends with the maknae line irl as a forever svt maknae line truther. I Love Them.

It’s hard not to laugh when Chan is looking at you like that.

LIKE WHAT CHAN?? LIKE WHAT??

“Hey, Lee Chan, where’s your work wife?” Chan doesn’t miss a beat. “She’s in a meeting with finance,” he answers without even looking up from his keyboard. 

i swear to have someone just know intimate details like this about you god i swear how was this not a giveaway???

“Well, tell her that we hope she gets better soon,” the CEO says coolly. A corner of her lip is upturned, like she’s finding this entire interaction a little too amusing.

sorry it's so funny to me that the ceo seems privy to these things seemingly evident in these little actions but of course she won't let anyone know about it my god it's so accurate imo

And, alright, fine. Maybe your knees knock into each other more often than not. Maybe Chan puts a hand over your ear whenever he wants to point something out, and maybe you lean in just a little more than necessary. 

these small details gaaaahh me me me it's me i would so do this

“Of course it’s important!” Chan’s always been a little louder when he’s drunk, so his voice raises an octave or two.

CHAN IS ALSO ME I SWEAR

But the moment the corner has been rounded, Chan is sagging against your side like he’s wanted to the entire night. “Oh, thank God,” your boyfriend sighs. “I didn’t think I’d survive another minute without touching you.”

/kinilig/ 🫠

You’re not sure if he’s entirely right— you know of Vernon’s whole iPhone note, after all— but you’re willing to indulge your boyfriend if it makes him happy.  “Yeah,” you concede. “They don’t know a thing.” 

something about vernon being the one to list all of this down makes me feel like he's doing this in tandem with seungkwan. or maybe a bet to see who will come up with a list first. idk. it's fun to imagine really.

this whole fic made me so warm inside my little fuzzy and fluffy heart. thanks kae for this wonderful little gift huhu bless u forever ✨

the way of the work husband 📋 chan x reader.

going back to work after the holidays sucks, but at least you've got your 'work husband' lee chan to get you through it.

★ office worker!chan x f!reader. ★ word count: 1.8k ★ genre/warnings: alternate universe: office, alternate universe: co-workers, fluff/romance. vernon is a menace (affectionately). not proofread. ★ footnotes: been itching to write chan lately and this was the result. dedicating this to my favorite corporate girlie!dinonara @chanranghaeys, who i have been threatening a chan fic with for a little over a week now ෆ sana all may lee chan sa office. 😔 + a special shoutout to @diamonddaze01 for educating me on the how work spouses operate. 🙏

“Is Lee Chan, like, your work husband or something?” 

The look on Vernon’s face is perfectly innocent, but his arched eyebrow gives some indication of just how amused he is. You shoot him a scathing glare before turning back to your work-sanctioned laptop. 

You don’t answer Vernon’s question. Not at first, anyway. Instead, you opt to wryly ask, “Why do you always have to use his full government name whenever you’re talking about him?” 

“Eh. Just ‘Chan’ is too short,” Vernon responds noncommittally. He should be focusing on the grant that he has to write, but he seems intent on quizzing you on your relationship with the company’s newest program assistant. 

Vernon leans a little further into his computer chair. He’s always been a pretty amicable seatmate; he just liked to poke the bear every so often. 

“So?” he prompts. “Are you and Lee Chan… you know.” 

When Vernon makes a vague, crude gesture with his hands, you groan out loud. “Don’t make it weird,” you snap. “And no. Chan and I are just friends, asswipe.”

“But you guys display peak work spouse behavior.” 

“Aren’t you supposed to be grant writing?” 

“Aren’t you supposed to be getting your afternoon coffee with Mr. Program Assistant?” 

Vernon’s rebuttal has you glancing at the digital clock on your desk. Shit. 

“This doesn’t mean anything,” you say as you grab your wallet and get to your feet. You hate to admit it, but Vernon is right. You’ve started dedicating your fifteen-minute afternoon breaks to cafeteria trips with Chan. 

All in the name of friendship, you insist.

“‘Course it doesn’t,” Vernon sing-songs. Just when you think he’s done, he throws in a final jab. 

“I’ll have an itemized list of my observations,” he calls after your retreating back. “Just you wait!” 

You don’t turn around to dignify Vernon’s taunt with a response. Instead, you flip him off over your shoulder as you contemplate what coffee to get with Chan today.

Rarely are you late to work. Some mornings are just harrowing, littered with minor inconveniences like your alarm not going off or the bus making one too many stops. 

When you finally make it to the office, you can already imagine the CEO’s backhand comment about punctuality. Something like ‘early is on time, on time is late, and late is unacceptable,’ probably. 

That’s why you feel an immense pang of relief when you notice a vacant seat near the back of the room, one that you undoubtedly know is yours. 

You make your way to the chair as discreetly as you can. The bag atop it is taken off the moment that you arrive, and you flash an appreciative grin at the one who made it possible. 

Chan— who is already shifting his bag onto his lap— gives you an exaggerated wink in return. 

You mouth a wordless ‘thank you’ at him. He doesn’t respond verbally, just smiles at you in that way that lights up a whole room. It’s the type of grin that has you forgetting just how bad of a morning you had; you’d lose yourself in it if weren’t for the ominous presence of Vernon a couple of seats down.

The meeting grabs your attention soon enough, but not before you notice Vernon inconspicuously typing something into his phone. 

☑ You always sit next to each other at meetings

“Who’re you texting?” 

“Hm?” 

“Hellooo! Pay attention to me!” 

There’s a guilty expression on your face as you finally glance up at Seungkwan. “Sorry,” you say meekly. “What were you asking?” 

Vernon lets out a huff of laughter at Seungkwan’s side. “I’ll bet a dollar that it’s Lee Chan,” says Vernon. 

Seungkwan responds with a roll of his eyes. “That’s a given.” 

“Yah,” you begin to protest, ready to justify the way you’ve only been half-present throughout your entire lunch break. 

Your attempt falls flat when your phone pings, and the screen lights up. 

One (1) new text from Channie. 🦖LOLOL I have the perfect reel for this!! Wait a minute~~ 💖💙

Seungkwan scoffs. Vernon snickers. 

Your eye twitches, and you shoot back a text underneath the table in a bid to avoid your friends’ teasing. 

☑ You message each other all day long

It’s hard not to laugh when Chan is looking at you like that. 

Despite the fact that there’s a whole brainstorming session going on— preparation for the company’s next fundraising event— the two of you can’t help your silent communication. 

Especially when Soonyoung starts running his mouth about the fundraiser potentially being tiger-themed. 

One glance is all it takes. Chan’s lips are drawn into a thin line, and you know he’s also trying his darndest not to laugh. It’s a mammoth effort to hold back yourself, but you manage— not wanting to suffer from your eccentric boss’ line of questioning. 

It’s all free game once the session ends, though. 

You make a beeline for Chan. He takes one look at your quirked lip before jerking his head towards the door, urging the two of you to have this discussion somewhere you won’t be lynched.

Still, you and Chan can barely resist your peals of laughter as you leave the meeting room with your heads bowed together. Vernon watches with bemusement as the two of you trade incoherent mumblings about Tigger and Pompompurin. 

Not that Vernon has any idea what those have to do with anything. 

☑ You exchange knowing glances from across the room ☑ You share inside jokes about work and life

“Hey, Lee Chan, where’s your work wife?” 

Chan doesn’t miss a beat. “She’s in a meeting with finance,” he answers without even looking up from his keyboard. 

A corner of Vernon’s lip twitches upward. Aha. 

Chan seems to pick up on Vernon’s smug silence. The younger boy’s head snaps up, his expression quickly becoming guarded. “Not my work wife,” Chan sputters. “Just— I knew where she was, okay?” 

“Riiight.” 

There’s a redness in the tips of Chan’s ears as he goes back to the Google Doc he’d been slaving away on. Vernon doesn’t say anything more, but he does feign like he’s texting someone instead of adding to his ever-growing list.

☑ Your other colleagues wonder where the other’s at when you’re not together

It’s a bit of an epilogue in its own right, how Chan is the one to know why you’re out for the morning.

The CEO had asked it mostly as a rhetorical question— has anyone seen her?— but Chan’s easy answer has the meeting coming to a stuttering halt. 

“She got stuck at her dentist’s appointment,” he says. 

Several pairs of eyes turn to Chan. The look on his face is comically caught.

He fumbles for his phone and waves it around awkwardly. “We were texting,” he adds hastily. “That’s why I know.” 

How that was supposed to help Chan’s case, Vernon has no idea. 

“Well, tell her that we hope she gets better soon,” the CEO says coolly. A corner of her lip is upturned, like she’s finding this entire interaction a little too amusing. 

Chan manages a mumbled “Will do.” 

The meeting pushes through. Vernon watches Chan from the corner of his eye. Aside from looking absolutely mortified, there’s just a bit of dullness to the latter’s demeanor. A slower uptake, a dimmer grin. 

Gee, Vernon muses as he types away on his laptop. Wonder why. 

☑ You’re kind of bummed when they’re out of office ☑ You cover for each other when one is MIA

Vernon’s running list is a fun little gig, but it all comes to head on the evening of the company’s monthly night out.

The table at the speakeasy is full of boisterous laughter and greasy finger food. Everyone’s in high spirits for the upcoming weekend, and Vernon has to hold back on teasing those who he thinks are having just a little too much fun. 

You and Chan have spent much of the evening acting like you’re in your own world. Sure, you’re not touching each other— this is technically a work event, after all— but you’ve shared laughter and whispers throughout the night that nobody else is privy to. 

And, alright, fine. Maybe your knees knock into each other more often than not. Maybe Chan puts a hand over your ear whenever he wants to point something out, and maybe you lean in just a little more than necessary. 

It’s obvious to anybody with two eyes that you two are fond of each other. That much is certain.

That’s what gives Vernon the boost of confidence to play wingman by the end of the night. 

“You know,” he says coolly as your group spills out onto the sidewalk. “I think the two of you live in the same neighborhood.” 

What Vernon is scheming is plain as day to you. You narrow your eyes at him, but he’s undeterred. He only smiles at you and Chan like the menace that he is. 

Chan, for his part, raises his eyebrows ever so slightly. He glances at you with a quizzical expression. 

“You’ve never mentioned that.” He raises his hand to his chest, as if feigning hurt at being kept in the dark. 

A snort of laughter escapes you. “Didn’t feel like it was particularly important information,” you say dryly. 

“Of course it’s important!” Chan’s always been a little louder when he’s drunk, so his voice raises an octave or two. “‘Cause that means we can carpool together, or, like, y’know—” 

Vernon interrupts with a sage, “You can probably book the same cab for tonight, actually. Make it a double stop.” 

Chan’s face lights up. “Great idea, man!” 

Before you can protest, Chan is already whipping out his phone to pull up his ride-hailing app. This is not a battle that you’re going to win. 

All the while, Vernon grins triumphantly. 

☑ You go home together after happy hour 

“Can we—” 

“Shhh. No, not yet.” 

“But nobody’s looking!”

“Wait until we’ve rounded the corner, idiot—” 

And so he does. 

But the moment the corner has been rounded, Chan is sagging against your side like he’s wanted to the entire night. “Oh, thank God,” your boyfriend sighs. “I didn’t think I’d survive another minute without touching you.” 

You can’t help the giggle that escapes you. The feeling is mutual, though, so you reach out to rest your hand on his knee.

“Commendable self-control tonight,” you note. “All the whispering was a little too obvious, though.” 

Chan huffs in protest, but the sound loses its edge as he cuddles up to you in the back of the cab. “No one suspects us. It’s just Vernon,” he complains. 

“And Seungkwan,” you say. “And Jeonghan, and Minghao, and Wonwoo—” 

Your boyfriend gives a dismissive wave of his hand. “Doesn’t matter.” His hand rests on top of yours, just barely resisting the urge to intertwine your fingers. “They don’t know a thing about us, sweets.” 

The smile threatening to fill your face finally breaks. When you laugh, your shoulders shake against Chan’s body. You’re not sure if he’s entirely right— you know of Vernon’s whole iPhone note, after all— but you’re willing to indulge your boyfriend if it makes him happy. 

“Yeah,” you concede. “They don’t know a thing.” 

[hiddengiggles]

Let’s talk about consent and smart ways to play

Yes, consent can be revoked at any time. That’s normal and your boundaries should be reexamined regularly as part of your own check ins.

No, it doesn’t mean either party did anything wrong, it can just be a change of what either wants. Shaming either party for changing their mind serves no one. Don’t act like the person who was receiving the action is unfair or a “tease” for changing their mind. Don’t act like the person giving the action was bad or wrong for doing the thing for which they had consent at the time because you didn’t like it.

Yes, it’s awesome to be able to open yourself up and be vulnerable for different activities and kinks. When you don’t have a partner to engage with regularly, it can be thrilling to finally find a person to play with, I know.

No, blanket consent for EVERYTHING right from the jump is NOT a good idea. If you’re connecting with a play partner the first few times, start slow and expand. Feeling enough trust to give consent for some kinks can and probably should take time so uou can be really comfortably vulnerable

Yes, it is exciting to safely meet play partners from the online world when you are BOTH ready for it! When you’re safe about meeting (getting to know them slowly, setting a neutral meeting point, letting a few people know where you’re going and the name of your friend, etc) it can be a great way to get time with your kinks. When it isn’t forced, rushed, or for too long a time period, the organic connection can be magical!

No, you should not assume each party is on the same page unless you’ve communicated multiple times, especially in writing. If you had a phone call a month ago that talked about boundaries and assume all is well, you’re not actually playing safely. Some people write out rules, some BDSM players sometimes make it a “contract”, but a verbal conversation will not protect you or help you if worse comes to worst. This is especially important for partners still new to playing together. Record the hard conversations in some way.

Yes, you can start a conversation on boundaries and kinks with generalization. Example on my end, my husband and I both are okay with pictures and videos taken of us and posting them. In the early days of our relationship, we checked every time we played “Is it okay if I film this?” but after years together we’ve both agreed it’s okay to take them anytime, though we check with each other if we’re comfortable with what was captured regularly.

No, a general conversation is not enough. Continuing my example, we both have boundaries for ourselves and for each other to make sure we’re okay with it being posted (or sometimes sold). Earlier today, I put on a really pretty lingerie set for some birthday giggles. However, I stopped and asked “If you wanted to film this, would you be comfortable with me being seen in this publicly? Our usually boundaries call for a top and bottoms covering”. He paused, considered, and said no, so I put on a tank top and shorts too. Get specific with every aspect of your play, from your comfortable clothing levels, to where content can be posted, to areas you don’t want touched that day that you might normally be okay with otherwise. Assuming you already know the answer is not enough, say it again.

Consent is a lot bigger and more complicated than just this post, so talk about it A LOT with your partner(s). The biggest key to a good relationship in and out of kink (friendship, mentorship, romantic relationship) is to NEVER STOP TALKING. Communication is key, talk about your boundaries and consent over and over and over. They will change and grow, and so will you.

Mistakes and miscommunications will happen, but it’s important to talk about them like the grown people you are. A lot of consent issues with new partners aren’t malicious, they can easily stem from either party being unclear or simply not thinkinh to ask about something that could be a boundary issue. Unless it was a blatant “I KNEW the boundary and disregarded it purposely because I wanted to do it” situation, be an adult and talk about it. If you’re adult enough to be engaging in activities or kinks for adults, you need to follow through and talk about what went right and wrong. Learn and grow from the stuff you didn’t do as well before, accept responsibility for your part, and move on, with or without that partner.

[cripplecharacters]

Idk how to phrase this well so sorry if this comes across weird but is it a bad thing to have the two disabled characters in a group be close friends?

Lemme elaborate so I make more sense: a story I’m planning revolves around a friend group of eight, and two of them are disabled with moderate to high support needs (I say this because there is another character in the group who is dyslexic, but his disability does not impact him as much). While all of the friend group are close and get on well, would it be bad to have the two disabled characters be closest to each other, mostly because they understand the struggles of being disabled more than the others?

Little bit of info to help, one has a musculoskeletal disorder, is in the hospital a lot of the time, and needs mobility aids (crutches on good days, wheelchair during flare ups). The other one has progressive sight loss and by the time of the story most of their vision is gone, though they aren’t completely blind. Both of their disabilities are key parts of their identities which they embrace.

My worry here is that I don’t want to make it look like I’m ‘lumping the disabled people together’ for lack of a better term. I am disabled myself with a musculoskeletal disorder (projecting wowwww so unexpected /s), so I understand that I am free to write about my own disabilities, however I’m more focused on audience interpretation than anything. Also super sorry it’s so long, idk how to explain this in a shorter form. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Hello!

Nope, you're good. This is something that happens a lot in real life too, especially with people that have similar disabilities. There's something that's just... easier (For lack of a better term) about being around somebody who gets it.

That being said, it would probably be a good idea to have some focus on what makes them friends aside from their disabilities. Do they have similar interests? A shared hobby? Something else that they have in common?

It could also be worth it to show some of the things that they do when they spend time together.

In short, just develop it like you would with any friendship. Being similarly disabled isn't generally enough to form a friendship. (I'm sure you know that, but it would be a good idea to emphasize this fact for your readers.)

Cheers!

~ Mod Icarus

[anim-ttrpgs]

I and my friends are making a ttrpg for fun, and have come to an impasse. We disagree about the inclusion of an attribute, that dictates the PCs bravery. Therefore I wonder what a gamedev plugged into the TTRPG scene, thinks about mechanics that make PCs act brave/cowardly.

Well if you ask me specifically, I’m going to tell you don’t include anything that can take control of a player’s character away from them, but that does not mean that you can't have any kind of mechanic/stat that governs a PCs fear or stress level.

I personally can’t stand that mechanics that dictate that PCs run away, or dictate that they do anything at all like by falling under mind control, not because I think of the character as myself or some shit like that, I just consider myself to be the person most qualified to know what he or she would do in any given situation, so I’ve never been a fans of passing or failing saving throws or whatever determining if my character takes a certain action or not.

This is not to be confused with, like, regular dice rolls. Rolls to determine if my character can do a certain action well enough to succeed are totally fine, in fact I often want more of those.

This is one of the reasons why the Composure and Tiers of Fear systems in Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy work the way they do.

We definitely wanted fear to be something that could affect the PCs and cause them to run away in a realistic fashion, these aren’t supposed to be fearless action-heroes, but I didn’t want it to be just a dice roll and then the GM tells you that your PC has to run away now. So, instead, Composure acts as a “cap” to the PC’s Skill modifiers. Base Skills cannot be higher than the PC’s current Composure level, making them worse and worse at succeeding skill checks the more frazzled and fatigued they are.

This never forces a situation where a player is told “your PC is going to run away no matter what,” but it means that the lower and lower that Composure gets, the more running away or surrender seems like a better and better idea.

That isn’t to say that mechanics that force certain character actions have absolutely no place in RPGs, hell Eureka even has one instance of this with wolfman rampages, but that’s only for one single character type, not a main mechanic which affects all PCs.

It’s well known that I really love AD&D2e, which has tons of that, though I also think that that may be one of the reasons why such a mechanic is so prevalent in TTRPGs in general. I’ve found that for a lot of TTRPGs, if you pick any random mechanic and ask “why is this in the game,” the answer is often some variation of “because D&D did it,” with little thought as to whether it needs to be in this RPG that isn’t D&D, or as to whether it was even a good idea when D&D did it.

Ultimately, study lots of RPGs, and know that there is more than one option besides just "do it the way D&D does it" and "don't do it at all."

[nopxxx]

OK UPDATE I FEEL THE NEED TO SHARE THAT IS NOT RELATED TO BATMAN AT ALL AND IF THIS CHANGES HOW YOU SEE ME THEN MY FEARS ARE CORRECT AND I AM THE ASSHOLE, AND I SINCERELY HOPE I AM NOT. (this is basically a reddit post but I don’t have reddit so)

Ok so my friend and I went to see Mufasa in theaters yesterday and the people behind us were super annoying, I’m gonna get further into that.

We came in and sat down and all was well for moments, then a large family(4 adults, 3 kids) came and sat down behind us, and they were speaking a language I assume was either Ukrainian or Russian, which isn’t really relevant rn but it will be later

So the movie starts, and they’re still talking at a normal-leaning-loud volume, but my friend and I are thinking “oh they’ll quiet down soon enough”

They did not quiet down, as a matter of fact. The three kids, ranging what looked to be 4-7 were literally running all around the room, yelling and all of the things that small children do, and I’m not upset with the kids at all, my issue is with the ADULTS

The adults are still yapping(they never stopped) and one of them turned on their flashlight a few times and WHAT. Who does that. Anyways, the littlest kid starts calling for their mother, literally crying “Mama, mama, mama, mama” over and over again and GUESS WHAT? THE MOTHER DID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. HER KID WAS THERE SCREAMING FOR HER IN A VERY PUBLIC SPACE, AND SHE JUST IGNORED THEM.

THAT REALLY BOTHERS ME. So the entire time the kids are obviously upset and don’t want to be there and the parents AREN’T EVEN WATCHING THE FUCKING MOVIE, THEY ARE YAPPING. ITS FINE TO DO THAT AT HOME, BUT IN A THEATER? Like I get small comments here and there, but they were speaking legit constantly

And when the small kids are sitting down, they’re kicking our seats or pulling on them, one of them even grabbed at my hair(or tried to, I moved) AND THE PARENTS DID NOTHING

Saying this again, I AM NOT, I REPEAT, AM NOT UPSET WITH THE KIDS AT ALL. THEY ARE LITTLE AND DESERVE SO MUCH ATTENTION AND AFFECTION AND THEY WERE JUST UNHAPPY. I AM NOT UPSET WITH THE CHILDREN.

Like, if the adults had been trying to keep them quiet, ANYTHING, then I wouldn’t be saying any of this. I understand having to look after a screaming child in public, and I know it’s not fun, but it is NEVER okay to just ignore your child like that.

I feel like if a kid is that little, you shouldn’t be taking them to the movies. Their little minds can’t really comprehend whats happening, and tbh there were some parts of the movie that I think could be frightening to a young child. A 7 year old I can understand, but a 3 to 4 year old doesn’t have the mental capacity for it.

So the movie ends and we leave, neither of us said anything to them(we were stupid and decided to bus around rather than drive and had to catch our bus)

So moving on to today, I was in my biology class right?(college), and it’s nearing the end of class and I decided to tell my deskmate about it, AND HE WAS LIKE “Well… it is a kids movie..” AND CALLED ME NATIONALISTIC, PROBABLY ONLY BECAUSE I SAID MAYBE THEY JUST DIDNT KNOW AMERICAN THEATER ETIQUETTE (yes, that is the exact word he used) and said that my friend and I should have just waited until it was released to streaming services.

SO LIKE AM I IN THE WRONG. SHOULD I NOT HAVE BEEN ANNOYED?

I just went and saw mufasa in theaters and the people sitting behind me were SO annoying like it was awful but it got me thinking, what would the batfam be like in a movie theatre?

I feel like they would

a) not go at all, or at least not as a family

b) be the LOUDEST most infuriating people in the room

or c) sit so quiet and still that it creeps out the people sitting near them. Like their expressions don’t change at all, they don’t utter a peep, no snacks or slushies, nothing, just silence. Then they leave the SECOND it’s over, all standing in unison

maybe I’ll make a fic of it

[bellyaz]

CW: Humiliation/Degradation

Your weight is out of control, like seriously.

I didn’t wanna say anything cause I know I played a part in it, but this is insane. At first, I didn’t think about it cause everyone gains weight sometimes, yknow? It’s normal. But you’ve blown up so quickly, it’s almost like you’re doing it on purpose.

I can admit that it all started after that treacherous group project- even though you weren’t that small back then, but whatever. I didn’t see the harm in a hotbox followed by some fast food after every session. I thought it would be a nice treat after we put in all that work.

And when the project was over our group saw it right to celebrate. So we went even bigger; edibles at the buffet. Again, I can admit that we all ate more than we could usually handle, but you? You made a spectacle of yourself. You carried two packed plates each time you got up and it sounded like you were out of breath each time you had to get up. I don’t know if you realized, but when we were leaving your shirt rode up and everybody could see your belly and the top of your ass crack. Oh, and your shirt was clinging to your belly. You even said you looked pregnant, then you started rubbing your gut like you were. We thought it was funny and a couple other people even joined in. But I digress.

Even after the project when we really became friends, we would do the same thing. Get high and eat, get drunk and eat, get cross faded and eat. I noticed you pudging up, but I thought you would bounce back like I do. But you didn’t, and I think it might be too late for that anyway.

You know what else I noticed? You have like, no more stamina. Everybody has to climb the same flight of stairs to get to my room, but you be huffing and puffing when you get here and it lasts for at least five minutes. And it’s getting worst. Like fuck, I’m only on the second floor.

I mean, we can’t even go out anymore cause when you’re always complaining about how all of your clothes are too tight. I mean they are, sometimes when you’re reaching for stuff your belly peeks out… and your shorts ride up a lot. But it’s so obvious why they don’t fit. So we end up staying in, getting faded, and ordering a bunch of food.

And I’m sorry, but going to the mall with you is so draining. I love the shopping and stuff but you start complaining about how you’re “starving” after one store and I end up in the food court waiting for you to go to two or three different restaurants. And THEN I have to sit and wait for half an hour while you shove everything down your gullet while people stare. Aren’t you embarrassed by that?

Ugh, and when we go grocery shopping? The junk you put in your cart is something to be ashamed of. I know Little Debbie HATES to see you coming. I mean, pints of the fattiest ice creams, chips, snack cakes, 2 liter sodas, chocolates, candies… Your cart is always packed but there’s never a vegetable in sight. Isn’t that concerning?

And it’s showing in your body. You have stretch marks all over your belly and love handles, your arms are puckering, you have a double chin now, and your thighs have cellulite all over them. Fuck, you jiggle with every step you take. And again, you’re out of breath all the time. When you come by me, when you get up to go to the bathroom, when you eat... I can literally hear you breathing hard right now, and you’re just sitting there.

Is this your fetish or something? No judgement. I mean, why else would you be doing this to yourself? You stuff your face then “joke” about how fat you feel, like you want me to validate your gluttony or something. You always wear these skimpy little clothes when you come over like you want me to ogle at your growing body, and you eat until you can’t move every time we stay in. And even when we would go out, you swore you couldn’t leave until you ate, which duh, you don’t wanna be out for hours with an empty stomach. So on top of being bloated from the pregame, you packed your gut with some greasy bullshit from the closest fast food place instead of something that would actually keep you full. Cause you would bitch about being hungry like hour into the functions.

So be honest. Does it get you wet? When you overeat and you’re moaning about how fast you made yourself do you soak through your panties? Are you gonna cum in your itty bitty shorts if I touch your fat ass stretched out gut? Hm? What if I pulled your shirt up and made you jump? Actually… I saw you bite your lip a little earlier. Oh my gosh, you got off to this whole conversation, didn’t you?

[hauntedbarbiex]

To all my Reality Shifters out there who’s Current Reality means as much to them as their Desired Reality does; this post is for you💗💋: 

I don’t know if anyone has told you this but you have permission to have both. Both this reality, AND your DR’s. I know a lot of people in this community talk about respawning or perma shifting and if that’s you, that’s amazing! But for some of us, our reality here feels just as important. Maybe for you it’s your loved ones, or your friends, maybe even your job, that you don’t want to completely leave behind or script with you into your desired realities. And that’s completely okay❤️ I know I have personally felt scared of shifting for a while, because a part of me felt like I was betraying my loved ones here. As if I was shifting because they weren’t good enough, which felt awful because that was never the case. I am so grateful for my life here, but I also want to experience my life there. And that is completely valid. It’s like travelling abroad or going on holiday. Just because you leave or want to explore new exciting places, doesn’t mean that your home isn’t good enough. You’re human! You want to explore, and experience new things and that is very very normal. Just because you’re doing it in an uncommon way, doesn’t make it any different. And you can always come back home. Even whilst you make multiple homes for yourself across the multiverse, this one is always here for you too, should you wish it🥰

Of course feeling bad for wanting to leave this reality can never, and will never, actually stop you from shifting (blockages aren’t real and doubts are normal and nothing to be scared of :) ) but it might be a reason why you procrastinate doing a method or reading your script. Not that you need to do those things to shift but you know what I mean! For me, I felt so bad that I didn’t even want to watch the very shows I wanted to experience anymore. I felt torn between both families (my family here and my family in my dr). As if even entertaining the thought of hanging out with my dr friends and family would be betraying the amazing ones I have here. But I’m here to tell you that you are allowed to have both. You’re allowed to have everything you want. Do you stop making a new friend in this reality because you feel bad for the one you already have? I hope not! You make as many good friends as you can! Everyone is different and so each relationship is different, and that’s what makes it so beautiful! That’s what makes life so exciting!

Maybe this is common knowledge to a lot of you but I wanted to write a post about it in case there were any others feeling the same as me. I wish someone had given me permission to have both. To love both. I wish I had gave myself that permission sooner, but I’m giving it to myself now. And I hope you allow yourself permission too. Go out there and spread love to as many of your loved ones across the multiverse as you can xx

[izumkay]

♪BONDS OF FATE♪ |CH-2|

—SUGURU GETO

☆Pairing- SuguruGeto×Fem!Reader (main), SatoruGojo×Reader.

☆Summary- You’ve entered the world of Jujutsu sorcery to protect the innocent, but you didn’t expect the emotional chaos that would follow. Caught between the cocky, irresistible Satoru Gojo and the dangerously calm Suguru Geto, your heart is pulled in two directions. Both men are powerful, both have their own allure, and neither is willing to let you go easily. In a life where curses are real and danger lurks at every corner, the last thing you need is to be tangled up in a love triangle. But here you are—fighting to protect others while your own heart is at war.

Gerne/tags- Love triangle, friends to lovers, rivals to lovers, tension and teasing, angsty, fluff.

Warnings- MDNI. Explicit sexual content, angsty, blood, mention of deaths, hurt/comfort, toxicity, obsession.

Wc- 11k

Previous chapter!

The sun dipped lower in the sky as you sat on the grass, catching your breath. The training session had left you physically drained but strangely exhilarated. Your first taste of what it meant to be a Jujutsu sorcerer was intense, to say the least.

"Well, that was fun," Gojo said, lounging on the ground with his arms behind his head, a cocky grin plastered across his face. "But I feel like I didn’t even break a sweat. You guys keeping up okay?"

You shot him a tired look, not even bothering to respond to his obvious teasing. "Not everyone has infinite cursed energy, you know," you muttered under your breath.

Suguru chuckled softly from his spot nearby. "You’ll get used to him," he said, glancing at Gojo. "Eventually."

Gojo sat up, feigning offense. "Excuse me? I’m the easiest person to get along with. Right, Shoko?"

Shoko, leaning against a tree with a cigarette between her fingers, gave a lazy shrug. "Sure, if you ignore the constant talking and the ego the size of Tokyo."

The banter made you smile despite your exhaustion. For a moment, it felt... normal. Like you weren’t a group of sorcerers training to fight deadly curses but just a bunch of teenagers hanging out.

"Anyway," Suguru said, brushing some grass off his uniform as he stood. "Yaga-sensei said there’s more training tomorrow. Better get some rest while you can."

"More training?" Gojo groaned, throwing himself back onto the grass dramatically. "Man, they really don’t want us to have lives, do they?"

"That’s kind of the point," you said, surprising yourself with the confidence in your voice. "We’re here to learn how to protect people. It’s not supposed to be easy."

Suguru looked at you then, his gaze thoughtful. "You’re serious about this, aren’t you?"

You nodded, feeling the weight of his words. "Yeah. I didn’t come here just to mess around."

Gojo raised an eyebrow, sitting up again. "Ooh, looks like someone’s got their priorities straight. Guess we’ll see if you can keep up with me, huh?"

The way he said it wasn’t mocking—well, not entirely. There was a challenge in his tone, one that made you want to prove yourself.

As the sun finally disappeared behind the horizon, the four of you headed back to the dorms. Despite the exhaustion, a spark of excitement buzzed in your chest. You didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but for the first time, you felt like you were exactly where you were meant to be.

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The walk back to the dorms was quiet, the kind of silence that settles when exhaustion finally catches up. The moon hung low in the sky, its pale glow lighting your path.

“Man, I hope the beds are decent,” Gojo said, stretching his arms above his head. “If I don’t get my beauty sleep, I can’t promise I’ll be this charming tomorrow.”

“You’re assuming you’re charming now,” Shoko deadpanned, earning a snort from Suguru.

You bit back a laugh, trying to keep your focus on the path ahead. The banter between them was oddly comforting, even if Gojo’s antics made you roll your eyes every other second.

As you reached the dormitory, Yaga-sensei was waiting at the entrance, arms crossed and his usual stern expression in place.

“Lights out in an hour,” he said simply, glancing at each of you. “Get some rest. Tomorrow’s going to be harder.”

Harder? You swallowed, feeling a flicker of nervous anticipation.

“Sounds like a challenge,” Gojo said with a smirk, brushing past Yaga as he made his way inside.

“More like a warning,” Suguru muttered under his breath, earning a knowing look from Shoko.

The dorms were surprisingly spacious, each of you assigned your own room. As you stepped inside, the quiet enveloped you, a stark contrast to the lively chaos of the day. Dropping onto the bed, you let out a sigh, muscles aching from the training session.

But your mind wouldn’t rest. The image of Suguru’s calm, precise movements during the fight and Gojo’s effortless display of power replayed in your thoughts. Their strength was undeniable, and you couldn’t help but wonder if you truly measured up.

A soft knock on your door broke your train of thought.

When you opened it, Suguru stood there, his expression unreadable but his presence grounding.

“Just wanted to check in,” he said quietly. “First days can be overwhelming.”

You blinked, surprised by the gesture. “I’m fine,” you said, though your voice was softer than intended.

He nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Good. Rest up. Tomorrow’s a new day.”

As he walked away, you closed the door, leaning against it for a moment. Your heart felt heavier than before, but not in a bad way—more like something was shifting, though you couldn’t quite name it.

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You changed into your pajamas, the soft fabric a welcome comfort after the long day. Sinking into the bed, you stared at the ceiling, letting out a deep sigh. Maybe it wasn’t so bad, you thought.

Sure, the training had been grueling, and the group dynamic was... chaotic at best. But there was something about this place, about these people, that felt right—like you were meant to be here.

Your thoughts drifted to the others. Shoko’s laid-back humor, Gojo’s over-the-top confidence, and Suguru’s quiet strength. Each of them was so different, yet somehow, it felt like you were all pieces of a puzzle slowly coming together.

A sudden knock at your door jolted you from your thoughts.

"Yeah?" you called out, sitting up.

The door creaked open, and Gojo’s head peeked through, his trademark smirk already in place. "What’s up, newbie? Not crying yourself to sleep, are you?"

You rolled your eyes, already regretting acknowledging him. "What do you want, Gojo?"

He pushed the door open further, stepping inside uninvited. "Just checking in on my future rival. Gotta make sure you’re not giving up before the real fun starts."

"Future rival?" you repeated, raising an eyebrow. "In your dreams."

He laughed, leaning casually against the wall. "Big talk for someone who was struggling to keep up earlier."

"I wasn’t struggling," you shot back, crossing your arms. "And you’re way too full of yourself."

"Confidence, newbie," he corrected, pointing a finger at you. "You’ll learn it’s one of my best qualities."

Before you could retort, another voice interrupted.

"Gojo, leave her alone."

You both turned to see Suguru standing in the hallway, arms crossed and an exasperated look on his face.

"Come on, Suguru," Gojo said with a grin. "Just having a little fun."

"Yeah, well, maybe try doing that somewhere else," Suguru replied, his tone calm but firm.

Gojo held up his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. I’m going. Don’t miss me too much, newbie." With a wink, he sauntered out, leaving you alone with Suguru.

"Sorry about him," Suguru said, leaning against the doorframe. "He doesn’t know when to stop."

You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. "It’s fine. He’s... something, that’s for sure."

Suguru chuckled, the sound low and comforting. "Get some rest. Tomorrow’s another long day."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving you to the quiet of your room once more. As you lay back down, your thoughts were no longer on the challenges ahead but on the two very different presences that had just left your room.

Maybe things here were going to be a lot more complicated than you’d thought.

The cool night air wrapped around the two of you, a strange but comforting silence lingering. Suguru leaned back slightly, resting his weight on his hands as he tilted his head up to gaze at the stars.

“You know,” he started, his voice quiet but steady, “being here isn’t just about fighting curses. It’s about finding out what kind of person you want to be. The stronger you get, the harder those choices become.”

You glanced at him, his words catching you off guard. There was a depth to him that you hadn’t fully realized until now. “What kind of person do you want to be?” you asked softly, curious.

He smiled faintly, the corners of his mouth barely lifting. “Someone who can protect what matters to me. No matter what.”

The conviction in his tone made your chest tighten. You didn’t know his full story yet, but there was a quiet strength in him that drew you in.

“What about you?” he asked, turning the question back on you.

You hesitated, unsure how to put your feelings into words. “I... I just want to make a difference,” you said finally. “To make sure no one else has to go through what I did.”

Suguru nodded, his expression thoughtful. “That’s a good reason. Hold onto it.”

The two of you sat in companionable silence again, the stars above seeming to shine brighter as the night stretched on. For a moment, it felt like the world had paused, the weight of your responsibilities and the chaos of the day melting away.

But the moment didn’t last.

A sudden voice broke the stillness. “Aww, look at you two, having a little midnight heart-to-heart.”

You turned sharply to see Gojo leaning against a nearby post, his trademark smirk firmly in place. He looked entirely too pleased with himself, his white hair catching the moonlight like a halo—if halos belonged to devils.

“Do you ever sleep?” Suguru asked dryly, clearly unfazed by his friend’s antics.

“Sleep is for the weak,” Gojo replied dramatically, striding over with an exaggerated yawn. “Besides, I couldn’t miss out on this touching little moment. You two looked so cozy.”

Your cheeks burned, and you quickly stood up. “It’s not what it looks like,” you muttered, flustered.

“Relax, newbie,” Gojo said with a laugh, waving you off. “I’m just messing with you. Mostly.”

Suguru rolled his eyes but stood as well, brushing off his pants. “Ignore him. He lives to be annoying.”

“Hey, it’s called being entertaining,” Gojo shot back, his grin widening. “You’d miss me if I wasn’t around.”

“Doubtful,” Suguru replied smoothly, though there was a faint hint of amusement in his tone.

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at their banter. Despite Gojo’s arrogance, there was something endearing about the way the two of them interacted.

“Well, since we’re all here,” Gojo said, clapping his hands together, “how about a late-night snack? I saw a vending machine near the training grounds.”

Suguru sighed, clearly unimpressed. “It’s past midnight, Satoru.”

“Exactly! The perfect time for snacks,” Gojo insisted, already heading off in the direction of the vending machines.

Suguru glanced at you, his expression torn between exasperation and amusement. “You coming?”

You hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Why not? It’s not like I was sleeping anyway.”

And just like that, the three of you wandered off into the night, the weight of the day replaced by a strange but comforting sense of camaraderie. For the first time, you felt like you were exactly where you were meant to be.

You felt like you were walking between two tall pillars—Suguru with his calm, steady presence on one side, and Gojo with his overwhelming, almost blinding energy on the other. The contrast between them was striking, yet somehow, they balanced each other out.

But anyways, you kept your head down, letting their banter wash over you as you all made your way to the vending machines.

“Bet you can’t eat more snacks than me,” Gojo teased, nudging Suguru with his elbow.

“Why would I even want to?” Suguru replied, his tone flat.

“Because losing to me would crush your pride,” Gojo said, his grin mischievous. “And I can’t let you think you’re cooler than me.”

Suguru sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Satoru, you’ve already made it clear no one can compete with your ego.”

You bit back a laugh, the corners of your mouth twitching. “I think I’ll just watch this one from the sidelines.”

“Smart move,” Suguru said, giving you a small smile.

Gojo, however, wasn’t about to let you off the hook. “Oh, come on, newbie. You’re part of the team now! You’ve got to back me up.”

“Back you up on what, exactly?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“That I’m clearly the most talented and charming person here,” he said, flashing a grin that could rival the sun.

“Charming isn’t the word I’d use,” you muttered under your breath, earning a soft chuckle from Suguru.

“Hey, I heard that!” Gojo pouted dramatically, clutching his chest like you’d wounded him. “You wound me, truly.”

Finally reaching the vending machines, Gojo immediately began pressing buttons like a child in a candy store, while Suguru stood back, arms crossed, watching the spectacle unfold.

“You’re really not going to stop him, are you?” you asked Suguru, glancing at him.

“No point,” he said with a shrug. “He’ll do what he wants, regardless.”

Gojo turned around, his arms full of snacks, and gave you both a triumphant look. “Midnight feast, courtesy of yours truly!”

You shook your head but couldn’t suppress the smile that crept onto your face. As chaotic as this moment was, it felt oddly... right.

Maybe walking between two tall pillars wasn’t so bad after all.

Suddenly, Gojo pulled you closer, his arm wrapping around your shoulder in a casual, almost too familiar way. "Ugh, what are you doing?" you snapped, irritation creeping into your voice as you tried to push him away.

He only grinned wider, the signature smirk never leaving his face. "It’s kinda cold here," he said nonchalantly, his tone teasing. "Just taking some warmth by being closer to you."

You rolled your eyes, trying to keep your distance despite the fact that his arm around you was surprisingly... warm. "That’s not how this works, Gojo," you muttered, your annoyance mixing with a strange fluttering feeling you couldn’t quite place.

“Oh, I think it’s exactly how it works,” he said with a wink, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you.

Suguru, who had been silently observing the entire interaction, finally spoke up. "You’re unbelievable," he said, his voice dry. "Do you ever stop?"

Gojo laughed, unfazed. "Why would I? Life’s more fun when you keep people on their toes." He glanced down at you, his eyes gleaming with that ever-present mischievous spark. "Isn’t that right, newbie?"

You let out an exasperated sigh, your face heating up despite your best efforts to stay unaffected. "You’re ridiculous."

Suguru’s eyes flickered between the two of you, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I think Gojo’s found his new favorite target."

You shot him a look, not sure if you were relieved or frustrated that Suguru wasn’t entirely siding with you. "I’m not his target," you muttered, though you weren’t sure if you were trying to convince him—or yourself.

Gojo only chuckled, tightening his hold on your shoulder in a way that made your heart skip. "I’m just warming you up for the next round of training," he said innocently, though his eyes were anything but.

You could already feel your patience wearing thin. This was going to be an interesting year.

You tried to step out of Gojo’s grasp, but his arm stayed firmly around your shoulder. "Gojo, seriously, let go," you said, your voice laced with irritation. "This isn’t funny anymore."

“Oh, I’m not letting go,” he said with a playful glint in his eyes, leaning in closer. “You’re just too cute when you’re all annoyed. Plus, I’m not getting any warmth from Suguru here.” He threw a glance over at Suguru, who was now watching the exchange with an eyebrow raised.

Suguru let out a low chuckle, clearly entertained by the situation. "Well, sorry to disappoint, but I’m not the cuddling type, Gojo," he said, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed.

Gojo feigned disappointment, a hand to his chest. "Oh, the betrayal," he said dramatically. "Here I thought we were best buds, Suguru. But fine, I’ll get my warmth elsewhere." His smirk grew wider as he looked down at you. "And you’re not getting away that easily."

You glared at him, though you couldn't help the slight tug of a smile on your lips. "You’re really something, aren’t you?"

"Flattery will get you nowhere, but keep it coming," Gojo teased, tightening his grip slightly, not letting you escape.

Suguru shook his head in disbelief. "You two are ridiculous," he muttered under his breath, but the amusement was clear in his voice. "I’m surrounded by chaos."

"You love it," Gojo shot back, clearly pleased with himself. "Come on, admit it. You love being around my energy."

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t help but be drawn into the back-and-forth banter. “Sure, Gojo. If by ‘love’ you mean I’m counting down the minutes until I can escape your ‘energy,’ then yeah, absolutely.”

Suguru’s eyes sparkled with amusement. "I think she’s onto something, Satoru."

"Hey, you’re just jealous because I’m making her laugh,” Gojo said, his voice dripping with playful arrogance.

“Laugh? I’m just trying to keep my sanity,” you shot back, though your lips betrayed you with a small grin.

Suguru gave you a knowing look. “Keep telling yourself that. You’re practically glowing from all the attention.”

Gojo snickered, clearly enjoying the dynamic between the three of you. "She’s not wrong," he said, turning his attention back to you. "Admit it, you secretly enjoy the chaos I bring."

You sighed dramatically, trying to suppress the amusement bubbling up inside you. "Sure, Gojo. Whatever you say. Just don’t expect me to cuddle with you next time, okay?"

“Ah, a shame,” Gojo replied, feigning a hurt expression. “I’ll have to work harder to win you over, huh?”

Suguru’s chuckle broke through your attempts at feigning annoyance. "I’m gonna need a drink after this," he muttered, clearly entertained by the spectacle unfolding.

You couldn’t help but laugh along, the tension between you and Gojo oddly familiar, and maybe, just maybe, a little more than you expected.

"Let’s just get those snacks already," you said, finally pulling away from Gojo’s grasp with a smirk. "I think we’ve all earned it after this."

Gojo raised his hands in mock surrender. "Fine, fine. But don’t think this is over." He winked, walking ahead toward the vending machines.

Suguru smirked at you as he followed. "I’m sure it’s only just begun."

And with that, the night continued with a strange mix of teasing, sarcasm, and unexpected camaraderie. For all the chaos that came with it, you couldn’t help but feel that, maybe, this wasn’t such a bad way to spend your first night at Jujutsu High.

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The morning light filtered softly through the window as you stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of your uniform. The cold bath had done wonders, leaving you feeling refreshed and alert, a stark contrast to the restless energy that had kept you up the night before. The lingering thoughts of your conversation with Gojo and Suguru were still fresh in your mind, but you pushed them aside. Today was a new day, and you had to focus.

You gave yourself one last look in the mirror, a deep breath to steady your nerves. Jujutsu High was a place of endless challenges, but you were ready. You’d made it this far, after all. You were a semi-grade 1 sorcerer for a reason.

As you grabbed your bag and made your way to the door, you could hear the faint sounds of students in the hallway, preparing for the day ahead. The air felt charged, like the calm before the storm, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that today would be another unpredictable day.

When you stepped out into the hall, you spotted Suguru, already dressed and looking as calm and composed as ever. He glanced up at you as you approached, giving you a small nod.

“Morning,” you greeted him, your voice steady.

“Morning,” he replied, his voice warm but quiet. There was something comforting about his calm demeanor, especially compared to Gojo’s usual energy.

You couldn’t help but glance around, expecting to see Gojo’s chaotic presence nearby, but he was nowhere in sight.

“He’s probably still asleep, knowing him,” Suguru said, reading your expression. “Don’t worry, he’ll show up, probably late as usual.”

You smirked, unable to suppress a small laugh. “Sounds about right.”

Suguru gave you a rare, amused smile before turning to walk down the hallway. “Let’s go. We’ll see what today has in store for us.”

You followed him, the quiet camaraderie between you two making the journey to the classroom feel a little less daunting. It was clear that Suguru wasn’t just a talented sorcerer—there was something about his presence that made you feel like, maybe, you weren’t alone in this after all.

You loved being around Suguru— shut up.

You tried to push the thought away, focusing instead on his calm, composed presence. It was hard not to feel at ease when he was around. His steady energy seemed to pull you in without even trying, but you quickly reminded yourself that you were here to train, to focus on your path as a sorcerer.

Suguru glanced at you, his voice cutting through your thoughts. “Were you able to sleep last night?”

You blinked, surprised by the question. You hadn’t really talked about your restless night, but there was something in his tone that made you feel like he already knew.

“Not really,” you admitted, a bit of a sigh escaping your lips. “Kept thinking about… everything. Training, meeting everyone here… It’s a lot to take in, you know?”

Suguru nodded, his expression thoughtful. “I get that. Jujutsu High is… intense, especially for first years. But you’ll adjust. You’ve got the skills to make it through. You just need to find your rhythm.”

You couldn’t help but appreciate how genuine he sounded, how calm he was about it all. It made you feel like you weren’t just another student, but someone who belonged here, even if the path ahead seemed uncertain.

“Thanks,” you said quietly, feeling a bit more grounded. “I guess I’m just trying to keep up with all the crazy stuff that happens here.”

Suguru chuckled softly. “Yeah, it can be a lot. But you’re not alone in it. You’ve got us.”

Before you could respond, a loud voice interrupted, followed by the unmistakable sound of footsteps echoing down the hall.

“Hey, hey, wait up!”

Gojo.

You rolled your eyes, not even surprised by his timing. Suguru, however, just smirked and slowed his pace, clearly not bothered by the disruption.

“Guess I spoke too soon,” you muttered, earning a soft chuckle from Suguru.

Gojo appeared around the corner, grinning widely, his signature carefree attitude in full force. “Did you guys miss me? I know, I know, I’m amazing, but come on, you can’t keep me away forever!”

Suguru shook his head, though the smile tugging at his lips betrayed his amusement. “We weren’t exactly waiting for you, Gojo.”

Gojo waved him off dramatically. “Sure, sure, but I know deep down you were hoping I’d show up to save the day. You’re welcome.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all, but deep down, you couldn’t deny that there was something about the dynamic between the three of you that felt… right. Even if it was a little chaotic.

“Let’s just get to class,” you said, trying to steer the group back on track.

Suguru gave you a knowing look, and Gojo, after a few exaggerated stretches, finally agreed. “Fine, fine. But only because you’re so cute when you try to keep us all together.”

You rolled your eyes again, but this time, it wasn’t with irritation. It was with a strange mix of amusement and something else you couldn’t quite place.

As the three of you walked toward the classroom, you couldn’t help but wonder how much more chaotic—yet strangely fulfilling—this year at Jujutsu High would be.

Shoko wasn’t there. You frowned, your eyes scanning the room, half-expecting her to walk in any second. But there was no sign of her.

Gojo flopped down in his seat, looking entirely too comfortable for someone who was supposed to be preparing for class. "She’s probably just late," he said casually, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. "You know how Shoko is. Always on her own schedule."

Suguru sat down beside you, his demeanor as calm as ever. "She’s probably in the infirmary, handling some... urgent matters." His tone was dry, but there was an underlying hint of amusement in his voice.

You raised an eyebrow, not entirely convinced. "Urgent matters?" you repeated, your tone skeptical.

Gojo snickered. "Let’s just say, when you’re as good at healing as she is, people tend to take advantage of it." He stretched out lazily, leaning back in his chair. "She’ll show up eventually. Just give it time."

You let out a small sigh, leaning back in your own chair, but your thoughts were still lingering on Shoko’s absence. Something about the whole situation felt off, but you pushed the thought aside.

"She better not miss the entire lesson," you muttered under your breath, though you didn’t expect anyone to hear you.

Gojo, of course, heard you perfectly. "Oh, she’ll be here. She always is. Just wait."

Suguru glanced over at you, his expression thoughtful. "Don’t worry about it. Shoko knows how to handle herself. You’ll get used to her unpredictability."

You nodded, though the nagging feeling that something was off remained. It was just the beginning, after all—there was plenty of time for everything to unfold.

For now, you tried to focus on the lesson ahead, though you couldn’t shake the feeling that today was going to be more eventful than you’d anticipated.

You couldn’t help but voice your frustration, your gaze shifting between Gojo and Suguru. "You guys talk like you’ve known each other for years," you said, a hint of annoyance creeping into your tone.

Suguru raised an eyebrow, glancing at Gojo, who was still lounging in his seat as if the whole world owed him something. "Well, we don’t," Suguru replied with a chuckle, "but it’s kind of hard to ignore the connection between us."

Gojo, without missing a beat, smirked. "Yeah, it’s like we’re on the same wavelength. Don’t you just feel it?" He gave a dramatic pause, eyes sparkling mischievously. "We’ve got this... telepathic bond. Don’t you sense it?"

You couldn’t suppress the eye roll that followed. "Oh, please. You two are like magnets. Just because you’ve got some weird, unspoken understanding doesn’t mean you’ve known each other for ages."

Suguru’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile. "It’s not about the time, it’s about the vibe. We don’t need years to understand each other."

Gojo leaned forward, eyes twinkling. "Exactly! It’s like a superpower, but without the need for training. We’re just that in sync."

You stared at them both, the strange dynamic between them somehow making sense despite your initial skepticism. It wasn’t about how long they’d known each other; it was the ease with which they seemed to communicate, almost as if they were reading each other’s minds.

"You guys are insufferable," you muttered under your breath, but there was no real malice behind the words. You just couldn’t wrap your head around it.

Suguru shrugged, his expression still calm. "You’ll get used to it. Besides, we’re a good team, aren’t we?"

"Eh, if you say so," you replied, still not fully convinced. "But I’m not joining in on this telepathic nonsense."

Gojo grinned at that, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. "Ah, you’ll come around. Everyone does."

The tension in the room eased slightly, and despite your annoyance, you couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of familiarity with them. Maybe it was just the beginning, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that the bond between the three of you was only just starting to form.

You couldn’t help but smile, the sarcastic remark slipping from your lips before you could stop it. "You’d make a good couple," you teased, unable to resist.

The reaction was instant, both of them frowning deeply, as if you’d just suggested the most heinous thing possible.

"Ew, hell nah—! No way, with him? Seriously?" Gojo practically recoiled in his seat, eyes wide in exaggerated disgust. "I’d rather—ugh, just no!"

Suguru, on the other hand, sighed dramatically, his expression completely deadpan. "Shut up— I’m not gay," he said, voice as flat as ever, though you could see the slightest twitch at the corner of his lips.

You raised an eyebrow, leaning back in your seat, enjoying the spectacle. "Oh really? That’s what you’re going with?"

Gojo snorted, shaking his head. "Look, if I was going to date someone, it wouldn’t be him," he said, gesturing at Suguru with an over-the-top sweep of his hand. "I mean, come on. He’s all dark and broody, while I’m out here being... amazing." He threw a dramatic wink your way, completely ignoring Suguru’s glare.

Suguru rolled his eyes, clearly not amused by Gojo’s antics. "If I wanted someone to constantly annoy me, I’d get a pet. Or maybe a mirror, to be honest."

Gojo shot him a playful grin, completely unbothered. "Touché. But seriously, I don’t do monotone. I need someone with a little more... flair."

You leaned in slightly, voice teasing. "So, no love for each other, huh? Guess I’ll have to find someone else to ship you two with."

Gojo’s face twisted into a mock expression of shock. "You can’t be serious. Me and him? That’s like pairing a cloud with a brick."

Suguru, his voice smooth but dripping with sarcasm, replied, "I’d say it’s more like pairing a tornado with a brick. At least the tornado has a bit more... movement."

You snickered at the exchange, but couldn’t resist pushing it a little further. "Well, I’d say you’re both missing out. You’d make such a power couple—can you imagine? Gojo’s flashy style and Suguru’s... brooding intensity? A perfect match."

Gojo's eyes widened in mock horror. "Stop! You’re giving me nightmares. I’m not going to start wearing all black and brooding in corners just to make him happy."

Suguru smirked, clearly enjoying Gojo’s discomfort. "Don’t worry, Gojo. I’m sure no one would force you to start wearing eyeliner. But I’d gladly watch you try."

The two of them bickered back and forth, clearly irritated but in that playful, sarcastic way that only the two of them could pull off. You sat back, grinning to yourself. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea after all—watching them bicker was entertaining enough to make the entire day worth it.

But, just for fun, you muttered under your breath, "You know, if you two just gave it a chance—"

Gojo shot you a deadly look. "Not happening. Ever."

Suguru’s lips twitched, but he stayed quiet, clearly trying to suppress a smile.

"Yeah, sure," you said, feigning innocence. "I’ll stop pushing it. For now."

You leaned back in your chair, the playful tension hanging in the air, but it was clear that, despite all the sarcasm, something between the three of you was slowly starting to form. It was chaotic, strange, and undeniably fun.

Gojo, still recoiling at the very thought of being paired with Suguru, shot you a pointed look. "Even if I was a girl, I still would NOT date him," he declared dramatically, as if the very suggestion was an insult to his entire existence.

Suguru, ever the picture of calm, shot Gojo a deadpan look. "Well, good thing you’re not a girl then, huh? Or we’d have a whole other set of problems."

Gojo’s face twisted into a playful grimace. "Please, don’t remind me. I’d rather take a vacation to a cursed zone than ever entertain that idea."

You leaned in, playing along. "You sure? You two could make quite the power couple—I can already see the headlines: 'Gojo and Geto: The Unlikely Pair.'"

Gojo's expression shifted from disgust to mock offense. "Are you trying to ruin my reputation here?!" He threw his hands up in exaggerated exasperation. "There’s no way in hell I’d be caught in the same category as him. I mean, look at me!" He struck a pose, his usual cocky grin back in full force. "I’m perfect."

Suguru snorted. "Perfectly insufferable."

You giggled at their banter, enjoying the way they interacted—like a couple of kids who couldn’t quite admit they enjoyed each other’s company, but were too comfortable with each other to stop.

"You two are a real piece of work," you said, shaking your head.

Gojo leaned back, his smirk widening. "What can I say? I’m just that irresistible."

Suguru’s smirk matched his, but his tone was dry as ever. "Keep telling yourself that, Gojo."

The sarcastic back-and-forth continued, and for a moment, you couldn’t help but wonder just how deep this bond between them really went. Maybe they didn’t need to be a couple to be perfectly in sync.

Gojo, always quick to seize the opportunity to stir the pot, leaned in with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "How about you ship me with someone else?" he asked, his smirk widening as if he already knew what kind of reaction he’d get.

You raised an eyebrow, playing along. "With who?"

Gojo leaned back, his tone smooth, almost playful. "How about... you?"

You froze for a second, blinking in disbelief. "Eugh! Shut up!" you shot back, recoiling as if the very idea disgusted you. "I do not want anything to do with you!"

Gojo just chuckled, clearly enjoying the reaction he’d provoked. "Aw, come on. You can’t deny the chemistry. I mean, I am a catch." He winked at you, his cocky grin never faltering.

Suguru, who had been silently watching the exchange, sighed deeply, as if this was just another day in the life of dealing with Gojo. "You really are insufferable," he muttered, shaking his head.

You shot Gojo a look that could’ve melted steel. "Not in a million years, Gojo. Get over yourself."

Gojo raised his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, I’ll take the rejection like a champ. But just know... you're missing out."

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. "Please. If you think I’m ever going to be into you, you’re seriously delusional."

Gojo laughed, clearly undeterred. "Delusional, huh? We’ll see about that."

Suguru leaned back in his seat, eyes flicking between you and Gojo with an amused expression. "This is gonna be fun," he muttered under his breath, but you could tell he was enjoying the show, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

Despite yourself, you found the entire situation infuriatingly entertaining. It was like being stuck in the middle of a game you didn’t sign up for—except you had a front-row seat.

As if on cue, the door to the classroom swung open with a sharp creak, cutting through the banter between you, Gojo, and Suguru.

Yaga, the teacher, stepped inside with his usual no-nonsense demeanor. His gaze swept over the room, taking in the group of first years with a knowing glance. His expression was neutral, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes as he took in the scene—Gojo lounging, Suguru looking slightly bored, and you... well, you were trying to ignore the fact that Gojo had just tried to flirt with you.

"Alright, enough chatter," Yaga said, his voice carrying a commanding tone that immediately silenced the room. "We’ve got work to do."

Gojo groaned dramatically, throwing himself back in his chair. "Aw, come on, Yaga. We were just getting to the good part!"

Yaga’s eyes narrowed slightly. "The 'good part'?" he repeated, his tone dry. "If by 'good part' you mean wasting my time with your nonsense, then sure."

You could practically hear the collective eye-roll from the rest of the room. Yaga had this way of cutting through the bullshit with ease, and it was clear he wasn’t in the mood for Gojo’s antics.

Suguru didn’t even bother looking up, his voice flat as ever. "We’re ready, Yaga. Get on with it."

Yaga shot him a look, but there was no real malice behind it. "Glad to see some of you are already awake," he said with a hint of sarcasm. "Alright, today’s lesson is simple—basic combat drills and a few new techniques. I want to see how well you can work together."

Gojo perked up at the mention of "combat drills," his signature smirk returning. "Now we’re talking!"

You couldn't help but feel a mix of nerves and excitement. This was it—your first real test as a Jujutsu sorcerer. You had to show what you were made of.

Yaga glanced at you, as if sensing the shift in the atmosphere. "Don’t get too cocky," he said, his voice low. "You’ve got a long way to go."

Gojo raised an eyebrow, his smirk still in place. "Don’t worry, Yaga. I’m always ready to show off."

You couldn't help but feel a slight tension building. Whatever was coming next, you knew it was going to push you all to your limits. And, despite the playful teasing and sarcastic remarks, you had a feeling that this team—however dysfunctional—was going to become something you couldn’t easily walk away from.

You raised an eyebrow at Yaga's response, feeling a little skeptical. "Where's Shoko though?" you asked, trying to keep your tone casual but still curious.

Yaga glanced over at you, a small shrug in his posture. "Oh, she told me she wouldn't be able to come today. She’s ill."

Suguru, who had been leaning back in his chair with his usual detached air, frowned slightly. "She was totally fine yesterday though," he said, his voice low but sharp.

Gojo, who had been listening lazily, suddenly perked up at the mention of Shoko. "What, she’s sick? That’s weird. She didn’t look sick yesterday... She was literally acting like she owned the place." He smirked, as if recalling something from yesterday’s training session.

Yaga didn’t seem too bothered by the question, though he gave a slight nod. "She didn’t look sick, but sometimes people need rest. Even healers need a break."

You weren’t entirely convinced. It didn’t sit right with you. Shoko had been fine just yesterday, so why was she suddenly sick today? The timing felt off, but you decided to keep your thoughts to yourself for now.

Suguru, ever the skeptic, didn’t let it slide. "Yeah, well, I hope it’s nothing serious. She’s not the type to just skip out without a good reason."

Yaga’s gaze shifted between the group before he spoke again. "Enough with the chatter. We’ve got work to do. If Shoko’s out, we’ll make do without her. Now, get into position. This training won’t wait."

The class quieted down as Yaga took his place at the front, and the air seemed to thicken with anticipation. Something felt off, but you knew better than to question it further—at least for now.

You shot one last glance at Gojo and Suguru, who were both wearing expressions of mild curiosity, before preparing yourself for whatever Yaga had planned next. Whatever was going on with Shoko, you couldn’t afford to let it distract you. There was a new challenge ahead, and you were determined to face it head-on.

You couldn’t help but frown at the thought of having to deal with them for the rest of the day. Gojo, with his constant smug attitude, and Suguru, who was always so effortlessly calm and distant—it was like being stuck between a rock and a hard place.

You sighed quietly, adjusting your stance as Yaga started to lay out the training session. The whole situation felt like a strange mix of excitement and dread.

"Focus," you reminded yourself silently, shaking off the nagging feeling that had settled in your chest. This wasn’t the time to get distracted by the two guys who seemed to have this unspoken rivalry going on—especially not when you were here to prove yourself.

But still, you couldn’t shake the thought of how annoying it would be to have to deal with them for the entire day. Their banter, their egos, their way of always one-upping each other—it was exhausting just thinking about it.

You glanced over at Suguru, who was already standing up and stretching, completely unaffected by the tension in the air. And then there was Gojo, who was practically bouncing in his seat, eager to get started.

You couldn't help but feel a little... out of place. It wasn’t that you couldn’t hold your own—it was just that these two were on a whole different level.

But no matter how frustrating it might be, you couldn’t let it get to you. You had your own reasons for being here, your own goals to accomplish. And you weren’t about to let anyone—or anything—distract you from that.

So, with a final deep breath, you pushed the irritation aside, steeling yourself for the challenges ahead. No distractions. No drama. Just focus on the training.

You all walked into the training ground, the atmosphere heavy with anticipation. The dirt underfoot crunched as you made your way to the designated spot, where Yaga had already begun setting up the area for the session. The air was thick with tension, a mix of your nervous energy and the quiet confidence of the others.

"Alright, you all know the drill," Yaga called over his shoulder as he prepared the training dummies. "Improve your techniques. Show me what you’ve got."

With that, he turned and walked off, leaving the four of you to your own devices. You exhaled, feeling the weight of the words settle on your shoulders. This wasn’t just about showing off—it was about proving you were capable of handling whatever came your way.

But, of course, Gojo had to break the silence.

As soon as Yaga’s footsteps faded into the distance, Gojo stopped dead in his tracks, stretching his arms above his head and letting out an exaggerated yawn. "So, what now?" he asked, his tone lazy, like he had all the time in the world.

Suguru, already in his stance, didn’t even look up at him. "We train. What else?"

Gojo grinned, completely unfazed by Suguru’s indifference. "Yeah, but that’s no fun. I’m way too good at this," he said, gesturing to the empty space around them as if it were some grand stage. "I’ll just breeze through it while you two... well, you can try to keep up."

You rolled your eyes, feeling the urge to retort. "You’re insufferable," you muttered under your breath, but it didn’t seem to phase him.

Gojo smirked, clearly overhearing you. "You love it," he said, his voice dripping with that cocky charm.

Suguru sighed, his expression never changing. "If you don’t want to train, then leave. The rest of us have work to do."

Gojo didn’t respond right away. Instead, he tapped his chin as if considering Suguru’s words. "Hmm... maybe you’re right. But I’ll have to make it look like I’m working hard. Can’t let you guys get too far ahead."

He shot you a glance, the smirk never leaving his face. "You can try to catch up, too, if you want. But I’m pretty sure I’ll be the first to finish."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "You’re really full of yourself, aren’t you?"

"Confidence, sweetheart," he said, winking. "Confidence."

Suguru, clearly fed up with Gojo’s antics, took a few steps away, already beginning his training. You knew Suguru was someone who didn’t waste time with banter. If Gojo was going to mess around, Suguru would just focus on perfecting his technique, and that was exactly what you needed to do.

Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself to begin your own training. You weren’t going to let Gojo’s smug attitude get under your skin. Not today.

The ground was hard beneath your feet, but you steadied yourself, eyes focused ahead. Focus on your technique, you reminded yourself. Don’t let anything distract you.

You threw a quick glance at Suguru, who was already in the zone, and then at Gojo, who was... still standing there, stretching.

With a sigh, you set to work, your body moving fluidly through the forms you had been practicing. But even as you trained, you could feel Gojo’s presence looming behind you, like an ever-present shadow, his smirk still lingering in your mind.

Finally, after what felt like hours of pushing yourself to your limits, the training session came to an end. Your body ached from the intensity, and your mind was buzzing with the adrenaline that still coursed through your veins. You could hear Gojo still messing around in the background, his carefree attitude a sharp contrast to the focus you’d put into your training.

Suguru, however, was already seated on the ground, wiping the sweat from his brow, his movements calm and deliberate, as always. He seemed unaffected by the grueling session, as if he had barely broken a sweat.

You took a deep breath, looking around at the others. Gojo, as expected, was still acting like the world revolved around him, stretching his limbs and grinning as if the training had been nothing more than a light warm-up.

"That was... easy," Gojo said with a smug grin, walking over to where you and Suguru were. "I’m basically untouchable, you know."

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the slight irritation that bubbled up. Of course he’d say that.

Suguru just raised an eyebrow, clearly not in the mood for Gojo’s antics. "If you think that was easy, you’re not paying attention," he said, his voice flat but laced with subtle challenge.

Gojo chuckled, his gaze flicking over to Suguru. "Oh, I’m paying attention. Trust me." He gave a mock bow, his playful arrogance on full display. "But hey, if you two want to be serious about it, that’s fine. I’m still gonna beat you."

You sighed, shaking your head. This guy…

"Alright, that’s enough," Yaga’s voice suddenly cut through the banter, drawing everyone’s attention. "You all did well, but you’re still nowhere near where you need to be. You’ve got a long way to go before you’re ready for anything more than basic exercises."

You felt a mix of frustration and determination. It wasn’t like you expected praise, but hearing that you still had a long way to go made you want to push even harder.

Gojo, however, didn’t seem bothered by the critique. "Sure, Yaga, but I’ll be ready for anything. You know I’m the best."

Suguru didn’t respond to Gojo, instead getting to his feet with a fluid grace. "Let’s see if your arrogance can keep up with your abilities," he muttered under his breath, his tone carrying just enough challenge to make Gojo pause.

For a moment, it seemed like the tension between the two was about to snap, but Gojo just smirked. "We’ll see, Suguru. We’ll see."

Yaga shook his head, clearly used to their back-and-forth. "Alright, enough of that. Get back to your rooms and rest. Tomorrow’s another day of training. I expect better results next time."

As the group began to disperse, you couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. You were getting better, but you also knew there was so much more to learn. And with Gojo and Suguru around, it was going to be a constant challenge to stay on top of your game.

As you walked back to your dorm, you couldn’t shake the feeling that things were only going to get more complicated from here on out.

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You took a deep breath, your mind still buzzing from the day’s training. Gojo’s cocky attitude and Suguru’s cool indifference were still fresh in your thoughts, but you tried to push them aside. Shoko was the one you were concerned about now—she had seemed fine yesterday, so her sudden absence today was a bit odd.

You walked down the hallway to her room, your footsteps echoing softly in the quiet corridor. When you reached her door, you hesitated for a moment before knocking gently.

“Shoko? It’s me,” you called softly, hoping she was just resting and nothing more serious was wrong.

You waited for a few moments, but there was no answer. You knocked again, this time a little louder.

“Shoko?” you called, a slight edge of worry creeping into your voice.

Finally, you heard movement from the other side of the door, followed by the sound of locks clicking open. The door creaked slightly as it opened, revealing Shoko standing there in a loose, comfortable outfit. She looked a little tired, but otherwise fine, though her face seemed a little paler than usual.

“Oh, hey,” she said with a small smile, rubbing her eyes as if she had just woken up. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you knocking.”

You frowned, taking in her appearance. “Are you sure you’re okay? Yaga said you weren’t coming today, but you seemed fine yesterday.”

Shoko sighed, stepping back to let you in. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just... didn’t sleep well last night. I’ve been dealing with a headache all day. It’s nothing serious, just need some rest.”

You stepped into her room, looking around. It was fairly simple—just the essentials, with a few personal items scattered about. A couple of books, some medical supplies, and a few snacks by the bedside.

“Don’t worry about me,” Shoko said, as if reading your mind. “I’ll be good as new after a nap. I just need to recharge a little.”

You nodded, still a little unconvinced, but you didn’t want to press her too hard. “Well, if you need anything, just let me know. We’re all in this together, right?”

She smiled faintly. “Thanks. I appreciate it.”

As you turned to leave, you hesitated for a moment, wondering if you should say something else. But you decided against it, knowing that Shoko probably just needed some time to rest and recover.

“Get some sleep, okay? You’ll be back to normal in no time,” you said, giving her a reassuring smile before heading for the door.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. See you later,” Shoko called after you.

With that, you left her room, the weight of the day still pressing on you. You couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, but for now, all you could do was let her rest and focus on your own training. There was still so much ahead of you, and you weren’t about to let anything—whether it was Gojo, Suguru, or even Shoko’s illness—get in the way of your path forward.

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After leaving Shoko’s room, you couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling lingering in your chest. She’d seemed fine yesterday, so why was she suddenly so drained? But you knew you couldn’t dwell on it too much. She’d asked for rest, and you had to respect that.

As you walked back down the hallway, you found yourself wandering aimlessly, unsure of what to do next. The day’s training had left you exhausted, but your mind was still restless. That’s when you saw him.

Suguru was leaning against the wall near the end of the hallway, his arms crossed loosely over his chest, eyes closed as if he were lost in thought. He didn’t notice you approaching at first, and for a moment, you just watched him. There was something about the way he carried himself—calm, collected, and always in control. He was so different from Gojo’s chaotic energy, but somehow, you felt like he understood the balance between focus and relaxation better than anyone.

You hesitated for a moment before walking toward him. “Suguru,” you called softly, not wanting to startle him.

His eyes flickered open, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of his lips when he saw you. “You’re still up?” he asked, his voice low and calm. “I thought everyone would be resting after today.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” you admitted, shrugging. “Too much on my mind.”

Suguru nodded, pushing off from the wall and straightening his posture. “I know the feeling,” he said. “Training’s exhausting, but it’s the aftermath—the quiet that gets to you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “The quiet?”

He glanced around, as if checking to make sure no one else was nearby. “Yeah. The silence after a tough day can make you think too much. I tend to avoid it by keeping busy.”

You chuckled lightly, feeling a sense of ease around him that you hadn’t expected. Suguru’s presence was different from Gojo’s. Where Gojo was loud and unpredictable, Suguru was a calm center, a grounding force in the chaos.

“I get that,” you said. “But it’s hard to ignore everything. Like… Gojo. He’s always so in-your-face.”

Suguru smirked, a rare flash of amusement crossing his features. “Yeah, Gojo’s got a way of making everything about him. But that’s just how he is. It’s exhausting to keep up with sometimes.”

You nodded in agreement, then let out a soft sigh. “Sometimes I wonder how I ended up here. This whole world of curses and power... It’s so much to take in.”

Suguru’s gaze softened, and he took a small step closer, his presence suddenly more reassuring. “It’s not easy,” he said quietly. “But you’re here because you’re strong. You’ve made it this far, and that means something. We all have our doubts, but it’s how we handle them that counts.”

You looked up at him, surprised by the sincerity in his words. Suguru had always been a little distant, but there was something about this moment that felt different—more personal. You could see that he understood what you were going through, even if he didn’t show it outwardly.

“Thanks,” you said softly, feeling a small weight lift off your shoulders. “I needed to hear that.”

Suguru gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. “Anytime,” he replied, his tone gentle but firm.

For a moment, there was silence between you two. It wasn’t uncomfortable—just peaceful, the kind of silence that felt natural rather than forced. You couldn’t help but feel a little closer to him now. There was something comforting about the way he was always there, in the background, watching, waiting—yet always offering his quiet support when you needed it most.

“So,” Suguru spoke again, breaking the silence, “what do you usually do to relax? I know we’re all training, but everyone needs a break sometimes.”

You thought for a moment. “I don’t know... I guess I usually read or just go for a walk. Something quiet.”

Suguru’s eyes glinted with interest. “I get that. Sometimes, I go to the roof just to get some space. The view is calming, and it helps me clear my head.”

You smiled. “Maybe I’ll join you sometime.”

Suguru looked at you, a slight smile playing on his lips. “I wouldn’t mind that.”

As you both stood there, talking about the little things that helped you unwind, you felt an unexpected connection forming between you and Suguru. It was subtle, but it was there—a sense of mutual understanding, of being able to share something beyond just the surface-level interactions you’d had so far. You didn’t know where this would lead, but for now, it was enough to just be in the moment, enjoying the quiet and the calm that Suguru brought with him.

The night was still young, and for the first time in a while, you felt like you were exactly where you needed to be.

The night stretched on, but it felt like time had slowed in Suguru’s company. The usual tension and restlessness you felt after training seemed to fade away as the two of you continued talking, exchanging thoughts and ideas. Suguru wasn’t like the others. He didn’t bombard you with energy or sarcasm, but his presence was steady and reassuring.

As the conversation meandered from casual topics to deeper ones, you found yourself opening up in ways you hadn’t expected. Suguru listened without interruption, his focus unwavering, his gaze always soft and understanding. There was something about him that made you feel safe—like you could trust him with your thoughts, your worries, and even your doubts about the future.

“I’ve been wondering,” you began, your voice quieter now, “how do you stay so calm all the time? I mean, I know you’re strong, but... there’s this peacefulness about you. It’s like you’re never really rattled by anything.”

Suguru looked at you, his eyes thoughtful, as if he were considering your question carefully. “I guess it’s a combination of things. I’ve learned to accept the chaos around me. People like Gojo—he thrives on it, but me? I find it draining. So, I try to create my own space, my own balance.”

You nodded, intrigued by his answer. “That makes sense. It’s like you’re in control of yourself, no matter what’s going on around you.”

Suguru smiled, the expression genuine and warm. “Exactly. It’s not about controlling everything—it’s about knowing how to navigate it.”

You felt a sudden sense of admiration for him. There was something about his calmness, his ability to stay grounded in such a chaotic world, that drew you in. It wasn’t just his power or his technique—it was the way he carried himself, the way he seemed to understand things on a deeper level.

“I wish I could be more like that,” you admitted, glancing down at your hands. “I get caught up in everything. The pressure, the expectations... it’s hard to find my center.”

Suguru’s expression softened, and he took a step closer to you. “You don’t have to be like anyone else. You just need to find what works for you. You’re already on the right path by being here, by doing what you do. You’ve got strength, even if you don’t always see it.”

His words hit you harder than you expected. There was a sincerity in his voice, a depth that made you believe in what he was saying. It wasn’t just empty encouragement—it felt real, like he truly believed in you.

“Thanks, Suguru,” you said quietly, looking up at him again. “I... I really appreciate it.”

Suguru gave a small nod, his smile softening. “Anytime. That’s what friends are for.”

You felt a warmth spread through you at the word “friends.” It wasn’t something you had expected to hear from him, especially after only knowing him for a short time. But somehow, in that moment, it felt right. You were starting to understand him better, and you realized that this connection between you wasn’t just about training or being at Jujutsu High—it was something more.

For the first time in a while, you felt a sense of belonging. Suguru had always been this enigmatic figure, distant and hard to read, but now, standing in front of you, he seemed... closer.

“Maybe we could grab a coffee sometime,” you suggested, breaking the momentary silence. “You know, when things aren’t so hectic. I’d like to get to know you better.”

Suguru raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Coffee, huh? I’m not sure I’m the type to sit in a café, but... I wouldn’t mind.”

You both shared a quiet laugh, the tension of the day easing away. It felt natural, easy, like you’d been friends for much longer than just a few days.

“Alright, then,” you said, grinning. “We’ll figure it out. No rush.”

Suguru nodded, his gaze thoughtful once more. “No rush at all.”

As you stood there, talking about nothing and everything, you realized that maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of something special. Whether it was friendship or something more, you didn’t know yet—but for now, you were content with where things were.

The night grew later, and the sounds of the academy faded into the background. It was just you and Suguru now, two people who had somehow found a quiet space amidst the chaos of the world around them.

You stood there for a moment, the silence between you and Suguru stretching longer than you intended. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you couldn’t shake the awkwardness that suddenly flooded in. It felt like the words had slipped out of their own accord, and now that they were out, you regretted them immediately.

"You're so much better than that Gojo... I like you—" Your voice faltered, and you realized what you had just said. You froze, eyes wide, panic rushing through you. "I mean—! I mean, as a friend!" You stammered, your face flushing bright red. You cursed yourself under your breath. Great. Smooth move, genius.

You tried to salvage the situation, but it felt like the more you spoke, the worse it got. Your hands instinctively tugged at the sleeves of your uniform, avoiding Suguru’s gaze.

But when you finally dared to look at him, you saw something that made your heart skip a beat. His face was flushed, just a little, his usual calm expression slightly softened. For a brief moment, he seemed just as caught off guard as you.

A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at his lips. It wasn’t mocking or teasing, but something more... understanding. He tilted his head slightly, as if weighing his words before speaking. "I see," he said softly, his voice gentle. There was no hint of discomfort or awkwardness in his tone, just a quiet acknowledgment.

You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed all over again, your heart racing as you waited for him to respond. The silence between you two felt heavier now, but in a strangely comforting way.

Suguru’s eyes met yours, and for a moment, it felt like everything around you faded. "You’re not so bad yourself," he said, his voice low and calm, though you could sense a trace of warmth in it. "I’m glad we’re friends."

The way he said it made you feel a little lighter, as if the weight of your slip-up wasn’t so heavy anymore. His words were kind, and despite the awkwardness, you could tell he wasn’t judging you.

Your face remained flushed, but now, it wasn’t from embarrassment—it was from something else. Maybe it was the way he looked at you, or the way his words made you feel like maybe, just maybe, he didn’t mind your blunder after all. You felt a soft warmth spread through you, and for the first time that night, you relaxed.

"I guess I really did make things awkward, huh?" you said, letting out a small, nervous laugh. You felt a little lighter, despite the lingering redness in your cheeks. "Sorry about that."

Suguru chuckled softly, his eyes still on you. "It’s fine," he replied, his smile widening just slightly. "It’s just... unexpected, that’s all."

You both stood there, sharing an unspoken understanding, the air between you now comfortable again. Even if your words had come out wrong, Suguru didn’t seem bothered in the least. And somehow, that made everything feel a little easier.

"I guess I’m lucky, huh?" you said, the teasing note in your voice returning, as if to cover up the vulnerability you had just shown. "Not many people get to have a conversation like this with you."

Suguru raised an eyebrow, a playful glint flickering in his eyes. "Careful," he warned with a smirk. "You might make me think you actually like me."

You shot him a look, your heart still fluttering from the previous moment. "Oh, please," you said with a light laugh. "I already told you. Just as a friend."

Suguru chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. "Of course. Just as a friend."

The two of you shared a look, the kind that made the world around you feel just a little smaller, just a little more intimate. And for a brief moment, you both knew—whatever had just happened, however awkward or vulnerable it had felt, was just the beginning of something real. Something that didn’t need to be rushed or defined.

It was enough for now to just be here, together, in this quiet space.

Your heart pounded in your chest, every beat feeling louder than the last. You hadn’t realized how close you had gotten to Suguru until you suddenly became acutely aware of the warmth radiating from him. The space between you felt smaller, almost nonexistent, and your body reacted instinctively—your pulse quickening, your breath slightly hitching.

You tried to steady yourself, but it was hard to ignore the proximity. The air between you felt thick, charged, and for a moment, it was as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of you in that quiet room. You could feel the warmth of his presence beside you, like an unspoken comfort, and yet it made your thoughts scatter, as if you were losing your grasp on control.

Suguru, on the other hand, seemed perfectly calm, his expression unreadable, but there was a subtle shift in the way he looked at you. His eyes were softer now, no longer just the focused intensity of a fellow sorcerer, but something else—something deeper, warmer.

"Are you okay?" His voice was low, almost a whisper, and it sent a shiver down your spine. His gaze never wavered, and there was something in the way he asked, something genuine that made your heart flutter even more.

You opened your mouth to respond, but for a moment, no words came out. You felt a little dizzy, not from any physical discomfort, but from the overwhelming closeness. You could almost feel his breath, the subtle movement of his chest as he exhaled. It was as if everything else faded away, and the two of you were the only ones left in the world.

Finally, you managed a quiet response, your voice betraying the nervousness you were trying so hard to mask. "I... I think so." Your words felt thin, but you couldn’t quite gather the strength to pull yourself back. Not when everything about this moment felt so... electric.

Suguru took a small step closer, almost imperceptible, but enough to make you feel his presence even more acutely. You didn’t back away, even though you felt your face heat up again. There was something comforting about the way he didn’t push, didn’t rush you, as if he was giving you the space to breathe but also subtly inviting you to lean into this moment with him.

"You don’t have to be nervous," he said, his voice almost teasing, but there was a softness to it that made it hard to take it as anything other than reassuring. "I’m not going anywhere."

His words were simple, but they hit you in a way you didn’t expect. It wasn’t just the promise of his company—it was the way he said it, like he truly meant it. Like he wasn’t going to leave you alone in your own uncertainty. You could feel the sincerity in his voice, and for some reason, that made your heart flutter even more.

"Okay," you managed, the word coming out quieter than you intended. You didn’t even know why you were nervous anymore—maybe it was because Suguru was the kind of person who had a way of making you feel seen, in ways you weren’t used to.

Suguru's lips curled into a soft smile, the kind that made your heart skip a beat. "Good."

And just like that, the tension eased, even if you still felt the flutter in your chest. It wasn’t awkward anymore—it was just... natural. And in that moment, surrounded by nothing but the quiet hum of the night, you felt like you could stay there forever, standing next to Suguru, the space between you still close but not uncomfortable.

For the first time in a long time, you felt like you were exactly where you needed to be.

You couldn’t help but let out a small sigh, the frustration of the moment bubbling up inside you. "Why are you always so calm? It's... it's kind of annoying sometimes," you muttered, not realizing how vulnerable you sounded until the words left your lips. You tried to hide your embarrassment, but the flush on your cheeks gave you away, and you immediately wished you could take it back.

Suguru chuckled softly, his gaze softening as he looked at you. There was no teasing, no judgment in his expression—just a quiet understanding that made your heart skip.

"One has to be sane when other go crazy, you know?" he said, his voice smooth and steady, like a calming presence in the midst of your swirling thoughts. His smile was gentle, almost reassuring, as if he was saying, It’s okay. You don’t have to be perfect.

The words hit you in a way you weren’t prepared for. You blinked, suddenly aware of how much weight his simple response carried. You didn’t know whether it was his steady composure or the way he said it with such sincerity, but it made you feel like, in this chaotic world, he was someone who would always keep you grounded.

You let out a quiet breath, feeling the tension melt away just a little. "I guess I should learn from you, huh?" you said, trying to lighten the mood, but there was a softness to your voice now, a sense of vulnerability you couldn’t hide.

Suguru gave you a knowing look, that same smile still lingering on his lips. "You don’t need to be like me," he said. "Just be yourself."

It was simple, yet it meant so much more than words could convey. And in that moment, you realized—being around Suguru didn’t just make you feel calm; it made you feel seen. Not in the way Gojo did, with his teasing and antics, but in a way that felt real. Honest. It was like Suguru had this ability to pull you out of your own head, to make you feel like maybe, just maybe, it was okay to let your guard down.

You felt a quiet smile tug at the corners of your lips. "Thanks," you said, your voice softer now, more genuine.

Suguru’s smile grew a little, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a way that made your heart flutter. "Anytime."

You stood there for a moment, the space between you feeling lighter now, like the air had shifted. Suguru’s calm presence seemed to fill the room, and you couldn’t help but notice how easy it was to talk to him. It wasn’t like you had to put on a mask, or pretend to be someone you weren’t. With him, you felt like you could just... be. And that was rare.

After a beat of silence, Suguru glanced toward the window, his expression softening as he looked out into the distance. "It’s nice," he said, his tone casual but with an underlying sincerity. "Sometimes it’s good to just take a moment, you know? The world’s always moving so fast... but moments like this, when things slow down, they’re worth cherishing."

You followed his gaze, your mind drifting as you thought about what he said. There was something about his words that made you feel at ease, like the chaos around you wasn’t as important as the little things.

"Yeah," you murmured, "I guess I don’t always appreciate those moments. Always too caught up in everything else."

Suguru’s eyes met yours again, his gaze steady and reassuring. "It’s easy to forget," he said softly, "but sometimes, you just need to pause and take a breath."

His words were simple, yet they felt profound, like a gentle reminder that it was okay to step back and take a moment for yourself. You felt something stir inside you, a quiet warmth that had nothing to do with the room’s temperature and everything to do with the person standing in front of you.

You shifted slightly, your hands fidgeting nervously at your sides. "I guess I’m still learning how to do that," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Suguru smiled again, that same calm, reassuring smile that made your heart skip. "It takes time," he said. "But I think you’re getting there."

You could feel the sincerity in his words, and for the first time in a long while, you felt like you were in the right place. Suguru’s presence was grounding, like a calm center in a world that often felt like it was spinning too fast. You weren’t sure when exactly it had happened, but you realized then that you had started to trust him—more than you had expected.

There was something about the way he made you feel, something that made everything feel a little easier, a little more bearable.

"Thanks," you said again, the words slipping out without thinking, but this time, they felt even more genuine. "For everything."

Suguru didn’t respond right away, but you saw the way his eyes softened, the way his smile deepened just a fraction. It was like he understood, without you having to explain.

"You don’t need to thank me," he said quietly, his voice low and comforting. "It’s what friends do."

Your heart fluttered at the word—friends. You hadn’t realized until now how much you valued that simple connection, that bond between you two that felt like it had been built slowly, without either of you forcing it.

You nodded, feeling the warmth spread across your chest again. "Yeah... I guess it is."

For a moment, the two of you just stood there, the quiet comfortable, the space between you not awkward, but filled with an understanding that didn’t need words. And in that moment, you knew that no matter what happened next, this bond, this connection with Suguru, was something you wanted to hold onto.

"Let’s get some rest," Suguru said finally, breaking the silence. "Tomorrow’s another day, right?"

You smiled, the tension of the past few hours fading completely. "Yeah, tomorrow."

And for the first time in a long time, you felt like you were ready to face whatever came next.

Suguru gave you a soft smile, his eyes warm with that same calmness that always seemed to settle you. "Good night," he replied, his voice steady and comforting.

You turned toward the door, the quiet of the night settling around you, but there was something different now. Something in the air, in the way you felt. Maybe it was the way Suguru had made everything feel so much lighter, or maybe it was the realization that, for once, you didn’t feel alone in this world full of curses and chaos.

You gave him one last glance before stepping out of the room, your heart still racing a little. "Sleep well, Suguru," you called out softly.

He didn’t say anything more, but the way his eyes lingered on you for just a moment told you everything you needed to know. The night was quiet, but for the first time, you felt like it was exactly what you needed.

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You laid back on your bed, staring up at the ceiling, your thoughts racing in every direction. The images of Suguru flooded your mind—his calm presence, the way he smiled at you, the warmth in his eyes that made your heart flutter. You felt your face flush, and you quickly shook your head as if trying to shake off the thoughts.

"No," you whispered to yourself, rolling over to face the wall. "This isn’t happening. You’re just... you’re just getting close to him as a friend, right?"

But deep down, you couldn’t deny the tug in your chest, the way your thoughts always seemed to wander back to him. You groaned, pulling the covers over your head in an attempt to block it all out.

"Why is this so confusing?" you muttered, wishing you could just fall asleep and forget about everything for a while.

But as the night wore on, sleep didn’t come easily. The image of Suguru lingered in your mind, and you couldn’t help but wonder if, just maybe, this connection between you two was something more than just friendship.

The hours seemed to stretch on, each tick of the clock feeling louder in the silence of your room. You tossed and turned, your thoughts tangled in the web of confusion that Suguru had woven into your mind. You tried to push it away, tried to force your mind to focus on something else, but it was impossible.

His soft smile. His calm, steady voice. The way he had looked at you, as if nothing else in the world mattered except the moment you were sharing.

"Why am I thinking about this so much?" you muttered, clutching your pillow tighter as if that would somehow keep the thoughts at bay. But the more you tried to suppress them, the more they grew, swirling around you like a storm you couldn’t control.

You had never felt this way before—not about anyone. And it terrified you. You had always been so careful, so focused on your goal of becoming a strong sorcerer, of protecting people. But now, with Suguru, it was different. It felt like something was shifting inside you, something that wasn’t easy to ignore.

You rolled onto your back, staring at the ceiling, your mind racing.

Did he feel the same way?

You thought about his words, his actions—how calm and steady he always seemed, even in the face of chaos. He had been there for you when you needed someone to talk to, someone to lean on. But was it more than that? Or were you just overthinking things?

Your heart fluttered again, and you groaned, burying your face in your hands.

"This is ridiculous," you whispered to yourself. "I barely even know him, and now I’m already..."

But before you could finish the thought, your phone buzzed on the nightstand. You grabbed it quickly, relieved for the distraction, hoping it was something to take your mind off of everything.

It was a message from Suguru.

"Good night. I hope you get some rest. Don’t stay up too late thinking, alright?"

You stared at the message for a moment, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. His words were so... Suguru. Calm. Thoughtful. Caring.

Is he really thinking about me?

You shook your head, trying to focus, but it was hard when your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest.

You typed a quick reply, your fingers hesitant as you tried to keep your emotions in check.

"Thanks. I’ll try to sleep."

You hit send, then placed the phone back on the nightstand, lying down again. But this time, it wasn’t as easy to quiet your thoughts. Suguru’s message lingered in your mind, and you realized something.

Maybe it wasn’t just a friendship. Maybe... it was something more.

The thought made your heart race again, but this time, you didn’t try to push it away. Instead, you let it settle, feeling the warmth spread through you as you drifted into a restless sleep, knowing that tomorrow would bring more uncertainty, more moments with Suguru that would only make it harder to ignore what was slowly growing between you two.

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A/n- I hope you like this chapter, I tried to make this long, and yess two chapters in a day😭 I'm going on study hiatus that's why, anyways, feel free to drop your thoughts!♡

[arcanumancy]

They totally could have! But it’s impossible for them to let their guard down long enough to try. James and Sirius haven’t been around for 12 years but, still, when they meet again, the default reaction is wariness.

And not only that. There are deep-rooted fears preventing them from resolving their differences. Snape remembers, most likely with bitterness, how Prefect Remus Lupin did not interceed on his behalf no matter how dire the bullying got. To him, Lupin is a person that will certainly throw him to the wolves (haha) just because he dislikes him. And despite this, he makes Lupin the Wolfbane potion religiously and doesn’t even tamper with it to take the piss. Now, does he do it out of professional pride? A “I’ll make the best potion you have ever had and you will always know that it was I who made it”? Or is it because, as you say, Lupin was never actively involved in the bullying and Snape can find it in himself to be kind? It doesn’t seem likely that he would see in Lupin a potential friend, since he never helped him out, but it could be a way to telegraph that they can be allies. He also drops unsubtle hints to the students about Lupin being a werewolf, but I could argue that he knows there are some Nosey Brats in the class and he remembers too well what happened to him for being nosey about Lupin. Or maybe he’s petty. Honestly, I prefer to think that he was being petty.

And Lupin, at this point, must feel torn in two different directions. On the one hand, he wants to show Snape that he “grew out” of his past behaviour—even if he stayed in the sidelines with the bullying. He wants to be an adult, and have a cordial relationship with his coworker because he isn’t into petty feuds that had nothing to do with him.

On the other hand, he can’t. He still makes fun of Snape and—depending on your where are your limits for what is humour and what is to be a bitch—brings up things James and Sirius said to humiliate him. He perceives Snape’s hostility and resorts to holding that power he once had over him, as part of the group of bullies.

Personally I think Lupin didn’t want to be called out for being a passive bully and pokes fun at Snape to remind him that they aren’t the same. As if to say, I don’t dislike you because of my prejudices, I dislike you because of yours. As you say, OP, both of them are in circumstances that make them vulnerable to be ostracized (poverty) and even hunted down (lycanthropy) and Lupin deals with this by broadcasting as loud as he can that he isn’t the same boat as Snape. “Oh, that dude? Yeah, he’s lame. Not me, though. I’m the funny teacher, the friendly guy.”

I just think the dynamic between lupin and snape is so untapped because it's obvious in the books the remus was not into the bullying severus went through at the hands of his best friend's, but the fear of being ostracized and cast out was too great for him to interfere, and perhaps if he had the whole dynamic between the marauders and severus could have been shifted and i think that remus and severus would have made better friends than enemies and you can sort of see that in prisoner of azkaban like they obviously don't LIKE each other but they COULD idk dude is this thing on???

[starfacenix]

To all of my god spouse’s out there and people who look at those people with intrigue or contempt:

You can not approve of someone’s practice and personal relationships with a deity, but that doesn’t mean you should disrespect them the way I often see.

People understand and love that their gods can be a friend to them, a mom, a dad, or a sibling. But suddenly someone is being self absorbed and has “main character syndrome” or some other thing if they’re flirtatious or romantic with a deity.

Because when has a god ever wanted a human before, right?

I also suppose it depends on how you view gods. Do you think they’re so other worldly and beyond us that they don’t even “need” us? Or are they more personal than that? I’ve seen someone say that they think gods don’t have stomachs or understand human emotions! 😭 To each their own!

But personally, I view gods as very powerful beings that can show up to us in so many ways that our eyes cannot even comprehend sometimes. I do think they have stomachs, through. Lol. I also believe they love very very deeply, they have complex emotions and personalities just like the rest of us. They fuck up, have flaws, and are like us in many ways.

So with believing that, comes with believing in the idea that they could come across a human that they enjoy the company of on a deeper level than just worship or work. I think it happens a lot more often than we think, actually. Does something always come of it? Probably not, but I do think it happens often. I don’t always believe people saying they’re “godspoused” either, (meh on that phrase) but I suspend my belief. Because usually, these people are in disbelief too and go through many hoops to ensure the feelings their deity feels are the real deal too.

I see people say that godspouses aren’t better than them and to that I say of course they aren’t! If someone that’s in a relationship with a deity says they’re better than others than take it up with that specific asshole, not an entire group of people. If you’re someone that believes that gods only want worship and they don’t want to be your friend, lover, parental figure or otherwise, to each their own! Just don’t be a dick.

And to the actual people out there that are in a relationship or multiple relationships with deities: please take care of yourself. And before you think of getting into a relationship with one, please, I beg of you, think about yourself and your mental health first. Can you handle not being their only lover, partner? Can you handle seeing others talk about your god in a romantic way, even sexual manner? How they please others besides you? How you’re not the only one in their life?

I hate to be so blunt, but the idea of someone getting into a relationship with a god even though the jealousy will eat them up at night makes me so sad. Now I don’t say all that to say that your relationship isn’t important. It’s just not the only romantic relationship this god has. I truly believe gods love their partners very deeply. To feel a god’s love in this way is very special. It’s something that cannot be described easily. It’s a love that makes people become poets.

But it’s not for everyone. Think about it first.

Your relationship with said deity is valid and it’s yours. Whatever form it may take. Cherish it and take care of it.

Blessings and much love to all of you.

[pointocean]

black!cat reader and mattheo.

summary

when mattheo steals your seat, you decide to give him a little attitude, but he doesn’t appreciate your bratty behavior.

warnings

mdni!! smut, bicep choking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, p in v, public(ish) sex

“this movie’s so fuckin’ unrealistic!” pansy yells from the couch next to you as the two of you watch a cringey rom-com while sipping wine, shaking your heads and laughing at how stupid the characters are. “oh, by the way,” pansy begins, sitting up straight and looking at you from your loveseat. “i texted your little boyfriend and his friends. they’ll be here in like a minute.”

“sorry, what? who’s my boyfriend?” you look around the nearly empty room, the only things in it being bookshelves, a chair, a couch, and a tv. “how many people are coming?” you question pansy.

“three,” she sits up, leaning over her knees, eyes running over the tv screen.

you scoff and shake your head, standing up. “i’m going to the bathroom.” as you leave the room, you look around, looking for signs of breathing or footsteps and finding none. your shoes make a clacking noise against the floors of the castle, and you start to feel eyes on you. every time you look around, out the windows and down the halls, you see nothing.

when you return back to the common room, you find two people sitting next to pansy, and mattheo in the loveseat you were just in. you had a choice, you’d sit on the floor, or in someone’s lap, or you’d take your seat back. you stand in the doorway for a bit, watching the movie as pansy talks to the boys next to her and mattheo observes them. after a while, you get bored and choose to stand behind mattheo as he watches the movie, very aware of your presence.

“you know, it’s rude to not greet someone you know when you see them,” mattheo doesn’t turn to look at you, his legs spread as he leans back in the seat.

“it’s rude to steal someone’s seat. i’d like that back, please.” your voice is sweet, but there’s a hint of sarcasm in it. your hands move to his shoulders, leaning above him. he shakes his head and chuckles, leaning his head back to look up at you, a smirk on his face.

“how are you always on my fucking nerves?” mattheo’s eyes drift down to your tits, your chest right above his face.

you scoff and stand all the way up, rolling your eyes. “i just want my chair back.” your eyes wander down to his crossed arms, then back to his face.

“how about this?” mattheo begins, his head still hanging back to look at you. “you meet me in the closest broom closet, and when we get out, you can have your seat back.” he doesn’t wait for an answer from you. instead, he gets up and leaves the room right away. you wait for a few minutes before leaving, making sure no one sees you slip out of the room.

you look around, knowing that the closet is only a hall down. you open the door cautiously, stepping in, and mattheo grabs your hips and shuts the door, leaving the light off. he pushes you against the wall, your back to his front, placing open-mouthed kisses to your back. your hands are flat on the wall, back arched as you let out soft moans. “impatient, aren’t you?”

mattheo chuckles, ripping down your skirt and panties, his hands everywhere, roaming your body. he eagerly pulls down his pants, but you can’t see him enough to know what he’s doing. without a warning, he pushes himself into you, his hands on your hips as his mouth is all over your neck. you let out a loud cry, feeling him hit your g-spot over and over. “if you don’t shut up, everyone’s gonna know what we’re doing in here. you want that, though, don’t you, slut?” mattheo’s voice is low and husky in your ear, his lips moving to your shoulder as he sucks on it, leaving marks for sure.

his head dips all the way down to your chest, sucking on your skin. “i fucking hate you, you know that?” mattheo groans when he lifts his head from your chest, his words echoing in your ear as he fucks you against the wall, his thrusts only becoming more brutal. one of his arms comes around your neck, his bicep choking you as you let out a sobbing moan at how hard he’s pushing into you.

“you’re a fucking asshole,” you whimper, chest hitting the wall continuously.

“you’re being a fuckin’ brat about your goddamn loveseat, so i think you deserve this.”

“maybe if you weren’t so goddamn aggravating all the time, i’d be a little less of a brat, you dickhead!” you yell at him, pushing yourself back into him as he grips your hips a little harder, sure to leave bruises. “oh my fucking god, i’m close, harder!” you scream, not a hint of regret in your voice.

he takes your words into consideration, internally debating if he should go slower just to piss you off, or pound you into the wall harder. he knows how much you both need release, and he complies, moving his hips harder and faster into you. “open your mouth.” mattheo groans from behind you, your body still pressed up against a wall as you open your mouth and he shoves two fingers into it. with his other hand, he grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back. “fucking look at me while you cum.” he growls down at you.

your eyes roll back in your head, but you manage to keep them open as you fall over the edge, looking up at him. you moan onto his fingers as he cages you to the wall.

he pulls his fingers from you mouth and lets go of your hair, his fingers running through it as he pulls out of you, gently pressing kisses to your shoulder. when mattheo backs up to pull up his pants and boxers, you bend over to pull your skirt and panties back to their original spots. you turn around, forgetting that you two were in complete dark. “oh, fuck!” you run into mattheo and hit your head on his chest, your hand reaching for the doorknob. “ouch.”

he chuckles behind you as he follows you back to the room where pansy and mattheo’s two friends are waiting.

“where the fuck did you guys go?”