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♪BONDS OF FATE♪ |CH-1|

—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.

Gernes/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- 5.2k

Next chapter!

You step into the halls of Jujutsu Tech, your footsteps echoing softly against the polished floors. The air feels heavy yet alive, a palpable sense of energy swirling around you as if the building itself holds its breath. You clutch the strap of your bag tightly, your knuckles white with nervous anticipation. Somewhere down these unfamiliar corridors is the first-year classroom, your next step into the life of a Jujutsu Sorcerer.

Despite the resolve burning in your chest, a knot of anxiety twists in your stomach. It’s hard to ignore the weight of your past—of why you’re here. You remember it clearly, even though you wish you didn’t: the day your parents were taken by curses. You’d been so young, helpless against the horrors that devoured the only family you had. If it hadn’t been for Yaga, the man who had saved you that day, you might not have survived either.

He’d found you, a trembling child, and told you that one day you could grow strong enough to make sure no one else suffered the way you had. That promise had kept you going through years of grueling training, endless nights of honing your skills. And now, here you were, standing on the threshold of Jujutsu Tech as a semi-grade 1 sorcerer. Ready—or so you hoped.

Taking a deep breath, you square your shoulders and begin walking down the hall, determined to prove to yourself and to everyone else that you belong here.

As you walked down the hallway, searching for your classroom, you noticed a tall figure leaning against the wall outside one of the rooms. His long, black hair was tied neatly in a bun, and he was puffing on a cigarette, the smoke curling lazily around him. He was undeniably handsome, but you couldn’t help the irritation that stirred within you at the sight of him openly smoking in the building.

Clearing your throat, you mustered the courage to speak up, though your voice came out a little shakier than you intended. "You shouldn’t smoke here," you said, trying to sound more confident than you felt.

The man turned toward you at the sound of your voice, a smile spreading across his face. Without hesitation, he flicked the cigarette into a nearby trash bin, his gaze now fully on you. "You're right, my bad," he said, his tone calm and easygoing. "First year? Me too."

You were surprised by how effortlessly he listened to you. His voice was smooth and soothing, the kind of tone that made you want to keep listening, even if it was a bit too comfortable. Focus, you told yourself, shaking the thought away.

A frown tugged at the corners of your lips as you eyed the cigarette in his hand, still irritated by his disregard for the rules. You couldn’t help but ask, "Are you even old enough to be smoking here?" Your words came out a bit sharper than you intended, but you quickly regained composure. "Anyways, do you happen to know where the first-year classroom is?"

The man’s dark eyes flickered with amusement, but he didn’t address your question directly. Instead, he waved it off with a soft chuckle, his voice warm and reassuring. "Don’t worry about that," he said smoothly, as if dismissing your concern was the simplest thing in the world. He leaned away from the wall, straightening his posture with a grace that caught your attention. "I know where the classroom is. How about we go together?" His tone was gentle, almost coaxing, and it left you with a sense of calm you hadn’t expected.

You blinked, momentarily lost in his presence. Focus. Yet, despite the little voice in your head trying to ground you, you found yourself nodding, the words slipping out before you could second-guess them. "Sure."

As you fell into step beside him, you couldn’t help but feel drawn to him, though you tried to push the feeling aside. Curiosity piqued, you asked, "What’s your name?"

"Suguru Geto," he replied, his voice like velvet, his smile never faltering. It was subtle but genuine, the kind of smile that suggested he knew something you didn’t, something more about the world than you’d yet figured out. "And yours?"

You introduced yourself, your voice steady now, though there was a flutter of something—anticipation, maybe—that you couldn’t quite place.

He nodded, as if committing your name to memory, then began walking toward the classroom, the sound of his footsteps blending with the rhythm of your own. The ease with which he moved, the quiet confidence that radiated from him, was almost intoxicating. As you walked beside him, the hallways of Jujutsu Tech no longer seemed so intimidating. In fact, for the first time, you felt like maybe, just maybe, you belonged here.

"Tell me," Suguru spoke again, his voice soft but commanding, "what brought you to Jujutsu Tech?" His question was casual, but there was an underlying curiosity in it, an interest that made you pause for a moment.

You hesitated, the weight of your past pressing down on you. But something in his gaze—gentle, understanding—encouraged you to speak. "I want to protect people," you said, the words coming out more easily than you expected. "I saw what curses can do, and I... I want to stop them, and protect everyone. I want to make sure no one else has to go through what I did."

Suguru’s expression softened, though there was something unreadable in his eyes. He didn’t speak right away, as if processing your words, before nodding slowly. "I understand," he said quietly. "I’m sure you’ll make a difference here."

You couldn’t tell if it was the sincerity in his voice or something else that made you feel a little lighter, but you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips.

As you continued walking, the first-year classroom finally came into view, but it didn’t feel like the end of your journey. If anything, it felt like the beginning of something much more significant—something that might change the course of your life forever.

And Suguru Geto, with his effortless charm and quiet intensity, seemed to be an inescapable part of it.

Suguru’s gaze flickered toward you, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he answered casually, as if it were no big deal. "Special grade. And you?"

Special grade? The words echoed in your mind, and for a brief moment, you stood frozen. Damn, he must be incredibly strong.

Your eyes widened slightly, a spark of admiration flickering within them. "You must be so strong, then!" The words slipped out before you could stop them, and you immediately regretted how eager you sounded. But you couldn’t help it—his calm demeanor, paired with his casual revelation, made him seem like someone far beyond your level.

Hesitantly, you added, "Uh, Semi-grade 1." You said it as if it were nothing, but a part of you still felt the weight of the comparison. How could someone like you even measure up to someone with such power?

Suguru’s smile didn’t falter, though there was a glint of something—perhaps pride or something deeper—in his eyes as he glanced over at you. "Semi-grade 1, huh? That’s impressive too," he said with a calm confidence, as though he genuinely believed in your potential. "I’m sure you’ll climb even higher in time."

You felt a small flush of warmth spread across your cheeks at his words. Despite the disparity in your grades, there was no judgment in his voice, no condescension—just a quiet acknowledgment of your strength.

Suguru’s gaze softened as he glanced at you, his eyes gentle and reassuring. "And besides," he continued, his voice steady, "it’s just the beginning, you know? There’s more to come." His words hung in the air, the weight of them light yet full of promise, as if he truly believed that your journey had only just started.

You felt a flutter in your chest at his words, his steady confidence radiating from him. You nodded shyly, a small, self-conscious smile tugging at your lips. "Uh… yeah," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

As you both entered the classroom, you were immediately struck by the sight of two students already seated. The first was a striking figure—a white-haired guy with bright, glowing blue eyes and long, thick eyelashes that only seemed to accentuate his intense gaze. Despite his beauty, there was something about him that rubbed you the wrong way. His posture, the way he sat in his chair as if he owned the entire school, made you feel an unexpected sense of annoyance. His presence was overpowering, like a storm ready to burst, and you could feel the weight of his cursed energy pressing down on the room. It was both impressive and irritating at the same time.

The second student was a stark contrast to him—short brown hair, a laid-back posture, and an easygoing air about her. She was casually leaning back in her seat, a small, almost indifferent smile on her lips. You couldn’t help but think she was cute. There was something undeniably likable about her, her presence calming in comparison to the tension radiating from the guy.

You exchanged a glance with Suguru, who seemed unfazed by the dynamics in the room. The two of you made your way to the last two seats, sitting down with an awkward silence hanging between you all. It was strange—this was your first real introduction to the others, and yet, there was an undeniable sense that everyone was sizing each other up in their own way.

The classroom, which should have felt bustling with new energy, felt oddly empty with only four of you present. It was hard to shake the feeling that you were about to be part of something far bigger than any of you could anticipate.

There was something about his presence that made you feel both grounded and strangely hopeful, as though his belief in you was enough to make you believe in yourself, even just a little.

The silence lingered a little too long, the awkwardness of the situation palpable. The white-haired guy, who had been glaring at the wall with an almost bored expression, finally turned his attention toward you and Suguru. His eyes—bright and piercing—seemed to cut through the quiet as he gave you both a long look, his gaze flicking from one of you to the other with barely concealed amusement.

"First years?" His voice was casual, but there was an underlying sharpness to it, like he was already sizing you up. "I’m guessing that means you two are new here too."

Suguru, ever composed, simply nodded with a small smile, not showing any irritation at the guy’s directness. "Yeah, we’re all first years. I’m Suguru Geto." His voice was steady, a quiet confidence in every word, though it was clear that he wasn’t exactly eager to engage with this guy just yet.

The white-haired student raised an eyebrow, seemingly unphased by the introduction. "Gojo Satoru," he said, his voice almost too casual, as though introducing himself were a formality he didn’t particularly care about. His eyes locked onto yours for a moment, then drifted back to Suguru. "I guess that makes us... classmates."

You didn’t quite know what to make of him. His presence was so commanding, yet there was a sense of arrogance that made you uncomfortable. You couldn’t tell if he was joking or if he was genuinely that aloof, but you felt the weight of his cursed energy all the same. It was like an invisible force that hovered in the air around him, subtle but ever-present.

The girl with the brown hair—who had been quietly observing the exchange—finally spoke up, her voice calm and warm. "Shoko Ieri," she introduced herself, offering you a friendly smile. "Nice to meet you." Her demeanor was completely different from Gojo’s—relaxed, approachable, and... comforting. You could tell right away she was someone you’d likely get along with.

You introduced yourself to them, offering a shy but genuine smile in return. "Nice to meet you."

Shoko’s smile widened slightly as she leaned back in her seat, clearly not fazed by the tension in the room. "Looks like it’s just us four today," she said, her tone light and easy. "Hope you’re ready for a fun year."

Suguru nodded, his usual calm presence filling the room. "I’m sure it’ll be interesting," he said, though his eyes held a glimmer of curiosity as they moved between Gojo and Shoko.

Gojo, on the other hand, seemed to be in a world of his own, tapping his fingers against the desk in a rhythm only he seemed to understand. "So," he said suddenly, his eyes narrowing as he turned toward Suguru, "you’re Special grade, huh? Must be pretty tough."

Suguru met his gaze without flinching, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "I manage," he replied simply, his tone as laid-back as Gojo’s, but with a subtle edge of confidence that was impossible to ignore.

You felt the shift in the room—the silent tension building, the challenge hanging in the air. Even though they didn’t know each other yet, there was an unspoken understanding that this was the beginning of something far more complicated than any of you had anticipated.

As you sat there, waiting for the inevitable start of your first class, you couldn’t help but wonder what the rest of the year would hold. If these were your classmates, things were bound to get interesting—and maybe even a little dangerous.

The room seemed to pulse with a charged energy as Gojo leaned back in his chair, a smug grin playing at the corners of his lips. He kicked his feet up onto the desk in front of him, his posture exaggeratedly casual, as if he were completely unconcerned with the formality of the situation. His eyes flickered toward Suguru again, sizing him up with a playful glint.

"You know," Gojo began, his voice dripping with self-assuredness, "being Special grade isn’t all that impressive, you know. I mean, I’m a Special grade too, and let’s just say I’m in a class of my own." He chuckled to himself, clearly relishing the attention he was getting, though his words held an undeniable air of arrogance.

Suguru’s expression remained composed, his eyes narrowing just slightly in response. He didn’t seem particularly bothered by Gojo’s cocky attitude, but there was an edge to his voice when he replied, "If you say so."

Gojo’s grin widened as he tilted his head back, clearly enjoying the interaction far more than anyone else in the room. "Oh, come on," he said with a teasing tone, looking at you for the first time. "You’re not telling me you don’t think I’m the most talented guy in the room, are you?" He leaned forward slightly, his glowing blue eyes locking onto yours, daring you to disagree.

There was a flicker of annoyance in your chest, though you couldn’t quite explain why. Maybe it was the way he so confidently assumed he was the center of attention, or maybe it was just his overwhelming presence. You swallowed your irritation, forcing a neutral expression onto your face.

"I didn’t say anything," you replied, your voice calm but firm.

Gojo laughed, as if your response amused him even more. "You don’t need to," he said, waving a hand dismissively. "I can tell by the look on your face. It’s written all over you." He sat back in his chair, clearly satisfied with himself. "But don’t worry. You’ll get used to it. I’m pretty unforgettable." He gave a mock bow, his confidence almost unbearable, but somehow, you could tell he wasn’t joking—he truly believed every word he said.

Shoko, who had been quietly observing the exchange, rolled her eyes. "You’re insufferable, Gojo," she muttered, but there was a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "You never stop, do you?"

Gojo shot her a look of mock indignation. "What? You can’t appreciate a little confidence?" he asked, clearly unbothered by her teasing. "I mean, come on. If I didn’t think I was the best, who would?"

Suguru’s expression was unreadable as he watched the exchange, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes. "Confidence is one thing," he said slowly, his voice low and measured, "but don’t confuse it with competence."

Gojo raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? You want to test me, Geto?" His tone was light, but there was an underlying challenge there, as though he were daring Suguru to take him on.

Suguru’s smile was small but knowing. "I don’t need to," he replied, his voice carrying an air of quiet superiority. "But if you insist, I’m sure we can make it interesting."

The atmosphere in the room shifted slightly, the tension thickening as the two of them locked eyes, each of them measuring the other up in a silent contest of wills. You couldn’t help but wonder just how much of this playful banter was an actual challenge and how much of it was their own way of gauging each other’s strength.

Shoko sighed dramatically, as if already bored with the testosterone-filled showdown. "You two are impossible," she said, but her tone was fond, like she’d seen this before and knew exactly how it would play out.

Gojo flashed a grin at her, unfazed. "What can I say? I’m just that good." He leaned back in his chair, clearly reveling in his own self-assuredness.

As the conversation continued, you couldn’t help but feel a strange mixture of admiration and frustration. Gojo’s cocky, larger-than-life personality was hard to ignore, and while it was clear he was more than capable of backing up his confidence, something about him still irked you. Perhaps it was his overwhelming presence, or maybe it was the way he seemed to demand attention without even trying. Either way, it was clear that he wasn’t someone who would be easily ignored.

And with the start of your first year at Jujutsu Tech, you realized that navigating the dynamics between your classmates—especially Gojo—was going to be more challenging than you’d anticipated.

How does this continuation feel with Gojo’s cocky and narcissistic traits? I tried to bring out his playful yet self-absorbed nature while keeping the tension between him and Suguru.

Gojo’s grin never wavered as he leaned forward slightly, as if savoring the moment. His gaze flickered between you and Suguru, eyes gleaming with an almost teasing intensity. "Just so you know…" he began, his voice carrying a note of arrogance that only added to his already overwhelming presence, "I mean, you probably already know, but I'm the Gojo clan heir and a Six Eyes user."

He paused for effect, clearly enjoying the reaction he was getting—or, more accurately, the lack of one. "Pretty impressive, huh?" he added, leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head, the epitome of confidence.

Suguru’s expression remained composed, though his eyes narrowed ever so slightly, as if processing the weight of Gojo’s words. "I’m aware," he replied simply, his voice neutral but tinged with a subtle edge.

Gojo let out a small laugh, clearly amused by Suguru’s nonchalant response. "Yeah, I figured. Everyone knows about the Six Eyes," he said, though there was an almost playful smugness to his tone. "But you know, it's not just about being from the Gojo family. It's about what I can do with it. I’m on a whole different level."

You couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at his statement. There was something about Gojo’s constant need to assert his superiority that rubbed you the wrong way, but at the same time, you couldn’t deny the fact that he had every reason to be confident. The Six Eyes were legendary, and being the heir to the Gojo clan meant he was undoubtedly a force to be reckoned with.

Suguru seemed unfazed by Gojo’s self-aggrandizing words. He gave a small smile, one that was far less boastful, but no less confident. "I’m sure you’ll prove it in time," he said smoothly, his tone just the slightest bit challenging.

Gojo’s grin only grew wider. "Oh, don’t worry about that," he said, his voice practically oozing with self-assurance. "I’ll make sure you all know exactly what I’m capable of."

The room was heavy with the weight of Gojo’s declaration, but there was a strange energy in the air. You could tell that while Gojo was busy asserting his dominance, Suguru wasn’t intimidated. There was a subtle tension building between them, an unspoken challenge that would undoubtedly play out over the course of the year.

Shoko, who had been quiet up until this point, finally spoke, her tone light but with a hint of amusement. "You really love talking about yourself, don’t you?" she said, a small smirk playing at her lips. "You’re going to give us all an ego complex if you keep it up."

Gojo shot her a playful wink. "What can I say? Someone has to keep the standards high around here."

As Gojo continued to bask in the spotlight, reveling in the attention he’d drawn to himself, the door to the classroom suddenly swung open with a force that cut through the banter. All conversation halted instantly as a tall, broad-shouldered man with a no-nonsense demeanor entered the room. His eyes, hidden behind a pair of sharp glasses, scanned the room before he spoke, his voice commanding and direct.

"Enough chatter," Yaga said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "We’re here to train, not to listen to egos."

Gojo’s playful grin faltered for just a moment before he leaned back in his chair, putting his feet up on the desk again, as if Yaga’s entrance hadn’t fazed him. "Hey, Yaga," he greeted, the cocky edge never leaving his voice. "You’re just in time to hear all about my impressive credentials."

Yaga’s gaze flickered briefly toward Gojo, a silent acknowledgment of his student’s usual antics. "I’m sure," he said dryly, clearly not impressed. "But I didn’t come here to hear about your family’s legacy, Gojo. We’ve got work to do."

Gojo’s grin didn’t fade, but there was a flicker of respect in his eyes as he sat up straighter, realizing the conversation had shifted. Yaga was a man of few words, but when he spoke, his presence demanded attention. He was the head of Jujutsu High, and his authority was unquestioned.

Yaga turned his attention to the rest of the room, his sharp eyes now scanning each of you in turn. "First years, I hope you’re ready for the real deal," he said, his voice a mix of challenge and expectation. "This isn’t some ordinary school. You’ll be facing curses that want to kill you. If you’re not prepared, you won’t last long."

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words. There was no sugarcoating it, no reassurance. Yaga’s words were blunt and clear, and the weight of them sank in, settling over you like a heavy cloak.

Suguru, always calm and collected, nodded slowly. "We’re ready," he said, his voice steady.

Shoko, ever the laid-back one, simply shrugged, though there was a glint of determination in her eyes. "Guess we’ll find out," she said, her tone easy but laced with quiet confidence.

Gojo, though, seemed unaffected by the seriousness in the room. He stretched lazily in his chair, as if the weight of Yaga’s words didn’t concern him in the slightest. "Well, as long as I’m here, I’m sure we’ll be fine," he said with a wink, clearly convinced of his own invincibility.

Yaga didn’t respond immediately, but his gaze lingered on Gojo for a moment, a flicker of something—perhaps irritation or something more—crossing his face. But he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he turned toward the front of the classroom and began to speak again.

"Alright, enough small talk. You’re here because you’re all capable. But let’s see how well you can handle real threats." His voice grew more serious. "You’ll be tested today. In the field. Prepare yourselves."

The room fell into a charged silence, the weight of Yaga’s words hanging heavy in the air. It was clear now that whatever expectations you had about Jujutsu High—whatever you thought you were prepared for—had just been shattered.

As Yaga moved to the front of the class, signaling that the lesson would begin, you couldn’t help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness. The reality of being a Jujutsu sorcerer was setting in, and you knew that this would be no ordinary school year.

The classroom doors slammed shut behind you as Yaga led the way down the narrow hallways of Jujutsu High, his pace unhurried but purposeful. You and the rest of the first years followed closely, the weight of his earlier words still hanging in the air like a thick fog. Each step you took felt heavier than the last, as though the reality of what you were about to face was finally sinking in.

Gojo was, as expected, completely unbothered, his usual grin plastered on his face. "So, what are we doing, Yaga? A little sparring match? Or are you sending us out on some mission to kill a cursed spirit already?" he asked, his voice light but his eyes sharp with curiosity.

Yaga didn’t answer immediately, instead continuing to lead the group outside toward the training grounds. The sprawling campus of Jujutsu High stretched out before you—an open expanse of land surrounded by dense forest, perfect for practicing cursed techniques in a more controlled, yet challenging, environment.

"You’ll see," Yaga finally said, his voice devoid of emotion. "No time for guessing games. You’ll find out soon enough."

As you stepped onto the training grounds, the sense of foreboding grew stronger. The area was empty save for a few scattered targets and obstacles, but you could feel it in the air—something was waiting.

Gojo, of course, was already looking around, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Is it a cursed spirit? A monster? Something cool, right?" he asked, clearly itching for action.

Yaga gave him a sharp look but didn’t respond. Instead, he turned to face all of you. "Today, you’ll face a real test. I’m going to throw you into a scenario, and you’ll have to use everything you’ve learned so far to get through it. No more training wheels. This is the real deal."

Your stomach tightened at his words. It was one thing to train with a mentor watching over you, but this was different. You’d be tested against real challenges, no more theory or practice runs.

"Ready?" Yaga asked, his gaze moving over each of you, his tone serious now.

Gojo didn’t seem phased. He cracked his knuckles with a grin. "Always."

Suguru nodded, his expression as calm as ever. "I’m ready."

Shoko stretched casually, a slight smirk on her face. "Let’s get this over with."

You, too, nodded, trying to calm the nerves that had started to bubble up inside you. This was your chance to prove yourself, to show you belonged here.

Yaga stepped back, raising his hand. "Good. Then let’s begin."

Without warning, a burst of cursed energy erupted from Yaga, creating a large, dense mist that filled the entire training ground. The air grew thick with the presence of curses, and your heart skipped a beat as the unmistakable pressure of cursed spirits settled in around you. It wasn’t just a test of your abilities—it was a test of your instinct.

From the mist, shadowy figures began to take form, emerging slowly from the fog. At first, you couldn’t tell what they were—just shapes, moving in and out of the dense atmosphere. Then, they became clearer: twisted, grotesque figures with hollow eyes and snarling mouths, curses in their purest, most dangerous forms.

Gojo’s grin never wavered. "Now we’re talking," he said, his voice full of excitement. He raised a hand, and you felt the raw, overwhelming surge of cursed energy radiating off him as he prepared for action.

Suguru’s expression remained neutral, but there was a glint in his eyes that told you he was ready. He stood calmly, observing the curses as they began to circle.

Shoko was already moving, her hands raised as she began to focus her cursed energy. "Looks like we’ll have to work together," she said, her voice surprisingly calm in the face of the oncoming threat.

You took a deep breath, grounding yourself. This was it—the moment you had been preparing for. The curses were closing in, and you had to act fast.

Yaga’s voice cut through the tension. "You’ll each need to deal with one of these curses. Don’t hold back. This is a test of your skill, not your restraint."

The curses lunged forward with terrifying speed, and the training ground erupted into chaos. You could feel the heat of their cursed energy, the air vibrating with the force of their attacks.

Gojo was the first to strike, his movements fluid and almost effortless as he dispatched one of the curses with a single motion. His technique was elegant, deadly, and quick—just as you had expected from someone of his caliber.

Suguru was similarly composed, his movements precise and controlled. His cursed energy flowed smoothly as he manipulated it, shaping it into deadly strikes that tore through the curses with an almost frightening efficiency.

Shoko, with her usual nonchalance, seemed to handle the situation with ease, her cursed energy swirling around her as she effortlessly avoided the curses' attacks, dispatching them with calculated strikes.

You, too, sprang into action, summoning your own cursed energy and preparing to face your opponent. Your heart raced as the curse in front of you bared its teeth, its cursed energy pressing in on you from all sides. But you held your ground, focusing on the techniques you had learned.

The first strike was a blur—your cursed energy clashing with the curse’s in a moment of sheer force. It was an intense battle, the cursed spirit's strength formidable, but you could feel yourself adapting. With every passing second, you grew more attuned to the rhythm of the fight, your instincts kicking in as you pushed yourself harder.

The world around you became a blur of movement, energy, and battle, and as you landed a decisive blow to the curse, the sense of accomplishment flooded you. You had passed the first real test.

The mist began to dissipate, the curses vanishing into nothingness as they were defeated. Gojo, Suguru, and Shoko were already standing victorious, their expressions calm but knowing. Yaga observed the entire scene, his gaze flicking between each of you.

"Not bad," Yaga said, his voice carrying a hint of approval. "But remember, this is only the beginning. There will be much harder tests ahead."

You caught your breath, your heart still racing from the adrenaline. This was only the first trial, and yet you felt as though you had been through a lifetime of battles already.

Gojo flashed you a grin, as if he were completely unfazed by the challenge. "Told you it would be fun."

Suguru offered you a small nod of acknowledgment, his eyes calm and steady as ever. "You did well," he said, though his tone was subtle, almost understated.

Shoko stretched again, a satisfied look on her face. "Not bad for a first day."

And as you caught your breath and surveyed the training ground, you realized that this was just the beginning of your journey as a Jujutsu sorcerer.

In the blink of an eye, Gojo had dispatched all the cursed spirits, his movements so fast and effortless it was almost as if he were toying with them. The curses didn’t even have time to react before they were obliterated, vanishing into nothingness like dust in the wind. It was a demonstration of pure power, and the overwhelming aura of cursed energy that radiated off Gojo left no doubt in anyone’s mind—he was a Gojo after all. What else would you expect?

Meanwhile, Suguru took a different approach. Calm and controlled, he used his curse spirit manipulation with an eerie grace. The curses he encountered were captured with ease, their writhing forms bound and contained by his will alone. And then, to your utter disbelief, Suguru swallowed them whole.

Your eyes widened slightly, watching in a mix of awe and confusion. What the hell was that technique? You couldn’t tear your gaze away as he calmly absorbed the curses into himself. It was both horrifying and fascinating at the same time. The sheer ease with which he executed the technique made you wonder just how powerful he truly was.

Gojo’s gaze wandered to Suguru, clearly intrigued—and, of course, ready with a sarcastic remark. "Eugh!" he exclaimed, his voice dripping with exaggerated disgust. "How can you even swallow that big? What does it taste like? That’s some weird technique you’ve got there..." He shuddered dramatically before smirking, "Ahh... well, good for you~" His voice took on a teasing, almost flirtatious tone, though it was hard to tell if he was being sincere or just trying to provoke.

Suguru’s expression didn’t change. He was unfazed by Gojo’s teasing, his calm demeanor never faltering as he continued his technique. "Focus on your own battle, Gojo," he replied coolly, not bothering to entertain Gojo’s sarcastic remarks.

Meanwhile, Shoko stood to the side, not as flashy as the others, but certainly no less capable. She had taken a more passive role in the battle, only intervening when necessary. She wasn’t as strong as Gojo or Suguru in terms of offensive power, but when it came to healing, there was no one better. You saw her hands glow with cursed energy as she tended to any minor injuries, ensuring that no one got too hurt during the session.

The battle was over in what felt like no time, but it had been intense. The curses had been strong, and the sheer force of Gojo’s and Suguru’s techniques had left you in awe.

☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

After an hour of training, Yaga called for a break, signaling the end of the session. The adrenaline of the fight slowly began to ebb away, leaving behind the exhaustion of the physical exertion.

You sat down on the grass, catching your breath. Your body ached, but you felt a strange sense of satisfaction. You had made it through your first real test as a Jujutsu sorcerer, and while it was only the beginning, you could feel the weight of what was to come settling over you.

Gojo flopped down next to you, still looking completely unbothered by the chaos that had just unfolded. "Not bad for a first day, huh?" he said, his tone casual but laced with that same cocky confidence.

Suguru sat a few feet away, his gaze focused on the horizon. "It’s just the start," he said quietly, though there was a sense of finality in his voice. "We’ve only just begun."

Shoko, leaning against a nearby tree, cracked open a water bottle and took a swig. "It gets worse from here," she said nonchalantly, her tone completely unphased by the earlier chaos. "But that’s why we’re here."

As you took a moment to rest, the reality of being a Jujutsu sorcerer began to settle in. You weren’t just training to fight curses—you were preparing for a lifetime of challenges, each one more dangerous than the last. But for the first time, you felt ready. Ready to face whatever came next.

Next chapter!

A/n!- hope you like this chapter, had this Suguru fic idea for so long, and my hands had been itching to write so here it is, I have so many fic ideas in my mind right now, I'll definitely write them later😋 and btw my final exams are coming soon, so I might update late, try to patient and feel free to drop your thoughts!♡

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #geto #geto suguru #series #bond of fate #getou suguru x reader #gojo x reader #satoru gojo

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itsnesss · 11 hours ago

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 | minho (xo,kitty) × fem!reader

summary | after spilling coffee on the arrogant yet popular minho, you are forced to accompany him to a gala as compensation. although you initially feel out of place in his luxurious world, you uncover his hidden loneliness, revealing a more vulnerable side of him

warnings | fluff, mention of anxiety and insecurity, public embarrassment, disparaty dynamics

word count | 2.1 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks

if you want to request something about minho, they are open ᡣ𐭩

You wake up late, as always. It's not your fault that your alarm clock has the incredible ability to ignore you when you need it most. With your eyes still half-closed and your hair a complete mess, you rush to the campus café. Time seems to be working against you, but upon arrival, you breathe a sigh of relief seeing the line isn’t as long as you feared.

While waiting for your turn, you check your phone, mentally organizing the rest of your chaotic morning. When you finally get your coffee, you hold it with both hands, enjoying the warmth as you search for an empty table. You're so absorbed in your thoughts that you fail to notice the human obstacle directly in your path.

Everything happens in a second. You trip. Your coffee flies, almost in slow motion, toward someone unlucky enough to be too close. The hot drink lands squarely on that person’s jacket, creating a disaster of epic proportions.

"What the hell did you just do?!" a male voice exclaims, full of indignation.

When you look up, you find yourself face-to-face with a guy whose perfectly styled hair frames an expression of absolute horror as he inspects the damage to his jacket. You recognize him instantly: Min Ho, the guy everyone talks about at KISS. His fame doesn’t just stem from his flawless appearance but also from his arrogant attitude and apparent disdain for anyone who doesn’t meet his high standards.

"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry, I didn’t mean to," you stammer, pulling a tissue from your bag and trying to clean up the mess.

"'Didn’t mean to'?" he repeats, brushing your hand away with disdain. "Do you even know how much this jacket costs?"

"I can… I can pay you back," you offer, though you know full well that would be impossible.

He looks at you incredulously, as if you’ve just said something completely absurd.

"No, you couldn’t," he finally says, crossing his arms. "But I have a better idea."

"What is it?" you ask, unable to hide your suspicion.

Min Ho smirks, but it’s not a friendly smile. It’s the smile of someone about to dictate your sentence.

"You’re coming with me to a charity gala tonight. Consider it your way of making up for this."

You open your mouth to protest, but he’s already typing something into his phone. A second later, he shows you the screen with an address.

"Eight o'clock. Don’t be late."

And with that, he turns and walks away, leaving you standing in the middle of the café, completely stunned.

At seven-thirty that evening, you’re standing in front of your mirror, questioning all your life choices. You’re wearing the only decent dress you own, a simple design you bought for a special occasion years ago. While it’s nothing spectacular, you hope it’s enough to not look completely out of place at the kind of event someone like Min Ho would attend.

When you arrive at the address he gave you, an enormous event hall lit up with golden lights, all your fears are confirmed. The people entering and leaving look like they’ve stepped out of a fashion magazine, and you can’t help but feel completely out of place.

"You’re just in time," says a voice behind you.

You turn around and see him. Min Ho is impeccable, as always, in a black suit perfectly tailored to him, probably costing more than your entire wardrobe.

"Not bad," he comments, looking you up and down with a raised eyebrow.

"Thanks… I think," you reply, feeling a bit awkward.

He offers his arm, and though you hesitate for a moment, you decide to take it. As you enter the hall together, several people turn to look at you. You wonder if it’s because of how strange it is to see someone like you next to someone like him or simply because Min Ho has that effect on people.

The gala is as luxurious as you expected. Tables adorned with elaborate centerpieces, a buffet that looks like it belongs on a cooking show, and a group of musicians playing live on a small stage. Min Ho introduces you to some of his acquaintances, all of them just as arrogant as he is.

"Where’d you find her?" one of them asks, a dark-haired guy with a mocking smile.

"It’s a long story," Min Ho replies with a shrug. "But I thought she was… interesting."

You’re not sure if that’s a compliment or a disguised insult, but you decide not to dwell on it. Throughout the night, you realize this isn’t your world. But you also notice something interesting: although Min Ho acts like he fits perfectly here, there are moments when he seems distracted, almost bored.

At one point, the two of you find yourselves alone in a corner of the hall.

"Why did you bring me here?" you ask, unable to contain your curiosity.

"Why not?" he responds, but his tone is less arrogant than you expected.

"This doesn’t seem like something you enjoy."

Min Ho is silent for a moment, looking out at the crowd.

"It’s not," he finally admits. "But sometimes, you don’t have a choice."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing," he says, shaking his head as if trying to erase the moment of vulnerability. "Come with me."

Before you can protest, he grabs your hand and leads you out of the hall. You walk through the city streets, illuminated by lights, until you reach a street ramen stand.

"Is this for real?" you ask, unable to hide your surprise.

"What? Never had street ramen before?" he replies, with a smile that, for the first time, doesn’t seem arrogant.

You sit next to him, still bewildered by the turn of events. As you eat, Min Ho seems more relaxed, more human.

"Why are you doing this?" you ask, looking directly into his eyes.

"Doing what?"

"Pretending you’re perfect, like you don’t care about anything or anyone."

Min Ho is quiet for a moment, staring at his bowl of ramen.

"Because it’s easier that way," he finally admits. "If people think you don’t care about anything, they don’t try to get close to you."

"That sounds… lonely."

He shrugs but doesn’t disagree.

"Maybe it is."

For the first time, you see Min Ho as more than just an arrogant guy. You see someone who wears a mask to protect himself from the world, someone who probably has more insecurities than he lets on.

"Well, at least tonight, you’re not alone," you say, offering him a small smile.

He looks at you, and for a moment, it seems like he’s about to say something important. But instead, he just smiles.

"Thanks."

#minho x kitty #minho x reader #minho x you #minho #minho xo kitty #xo kitty x reader #xo kitty

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lavendergoth · 2 years ago

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So help me there better be multiple silent moments of Caleb looking at Jester and realize he’s kinda sorta in love with her and it’s a PROBLEM

#mighty nein series #widojest #they don’t even have to address it directly

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roastedinmarch · 2 years ago

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i keep thinking i’m done with kevin but i miss his videos sm. i can never go back to watching him, im so disappointed in his apology and i will never feel safe in his community again, but i love his content, i wish the whole thing just never happened.

#cmk #idk i just have a lot to say about it #the more reactions to his apology i read the more disappointed i am in it #it feels like he’s trying to appease his transphobic/racist/antisemetic followers and his trans/jewish/poc followers at the same time #like #if you can’t come out and say support trans people / stop being fucking borderline nazis #i don’t think he really gives a shit at all lmao #at the very least i wish he’d addressed it on youtube #most of the people leaving shitty bigoted comments aren’t even going to see the reddit post #and i’m so sick of people defending him by saying he’s just very offline #the man has an entire massive platform Online #he needs to do the bare minimum research #like?? he’s a youtuber his entire platform is online #i’m probably more upset now than i was when the video originally came out lmao #sold out his trans jewish poc followers for money and then halfassed an apology that was 80% “idk man i just don’t really use social media #also why does he think that because jk didn’t code the game she doesn’t get anything from it??#like “people can feel it’s not endorsing her directly “ it’s her ip of course it’s fucking endorsing her she gets royalties #and then very publicly says she uses said royalties to fund anti-trans organisations #do people think the second the last movie in the series came out she just stopped getting profit from it???#she owns the franchise #also can the man stop acting like he’s allergic to the word transgender #fucks sake

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snarltoothed · 4 days ago

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ohhh i’m sorry, rereading it now, i see that it was supposed to be some sort of “gotcha” point about how poly people are better (or no worse) than monogamous people because there are some monogamous people who lie to others about what they want and attempt to manipulate people into a situation they don’t want!

it just didn’t click the first time, because again, that’s not really relevant to the original post. it also wasn’t an answer to the questions asked in the added tags, nor an actual rebuttal toward the statement that some poly people unduly target lesbians on dating apps. i hope you can understand my confusion! <3

#i wasn’t even trying to be a dick like it was a genuine question #if you have no intentions of decieving people who want monogamy…#and you don’t want to be decieved by someone who wants monogamy…#wouldn’t it be like… a good thing for people to be upfront about that especially on a dating service?#but idk apparently i’m a jackass for asking what they’d prefer if not that idk #i did in fact read it all. it’s just hard to tell what people are mad at if they don’t directly say it #and instead go on a tangentially related rant that directly addresses nothing in the discussion

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vampjaeyun · 5 months ago

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STRAWBERRY LOLLY

PAIRING shy nerd!sunghoon x confident fem!reader | wc: 1.5k

WARNINGS vague smut, miniskirt agenda (duh), sunghoon is a perv and he got it bad, dom!sunghoon

However, one aspect that stands out on this particular day is the sugary rock between the lips he loves so much. God, Sunghoon practically busts at the sight.

NOTES hi first post kinda nervy

PARK SUNGHOON has the hots for you.

It has only been a few months since he’s known of you. And it’s not enough time to build the courage to approach you.

What can he say?

You look unfathomable. Something so unreachable. Especially for someone like him.

He sits far across the room as the professor rambles on, stealing glances, wondering if you’ll notice him one day. It was hard to keep his mind at bay, to prevent walking up to you. He knew that he would ramble and mess it all up. Or stutter while attempting to acquaint himself with you.

He realized that admiring from afar was the best solution to the issue at hand. And it proved to be a good one.

That is, until it became unbearable. More specifically, sinful. And today is one where it seems God is testing him.

You return to the classroom and Sunghoon automatically straightens his posture– his doodling on the notebook gone astray.

You’re sporting the same mini skirt he loves so much and those legs are perfectly on display for everyone to see. It’s definitely not because they’re so short your panties practically peek out without having to look under.

He doesn’t know how you do it. How you claim attention to any room you walk in. Heads automatically turn in your direction the second you step foot into it. But you play dumb, acting as if the people in the room don’t automatically moan at the sight of you.

And whether it’s the perfect posture or the pearly smile you showcase, you’re far out of reach for the quiet, stereotypical glasses-wearing nerd, whose favorite class is calculus. And it’s most definitely because you’re in this class too.

However, one aspect that stands out on this particular day is the sugary rock between the lips he loves so much.

God, Sunghoon practically busts at the sight.

The glassy ball between your lips that you occasionally run your tongue along has him losing all composure. You’re innocently conversing with your classmate beside you, innocently grazing the tip of the red lollipop against your bottom lip, and innocently putting it back into your mouth in one motion. Your cheeks hollow, and he salivates at you sucking on the sticky candy. He knows he’s far away, yet believes his eyesight couldn’t be any clearer.

His leg starts to mindlessly shake once scenarios run wild, and one point he makes clear to himself is that the flavor is strawberry. It fits you perfectly, he thinks. The strawberry lollipop tints your lips a fitting scarlet shade, the gloss resembling honey as you continue to edge him beyond belief with the repetition of your ministrations.

But as he continues to gawk from across the room, your orbs shoot directly into his.

It’s so sudden that he moves to deter from your glare at all costs and reverts back to random doodling. Sweat dribbles down alongside his temple because your sharp eyes contain purpose behind them, and he prays that the purpose isn’t him.

You’re definitely going to call him out for being a creep if anything.

But a tap on his shoulder forces him to address the siren in heels behind him, and as he turns, Sunghoon can hardly meet your inviting eyes.

And just like taking a breath, your syrupy voice addresses him for the first time. He wonders if you feel an ounce of what he’s feeling at the moment.

Surely not, because you act as if you’ve known him your whole life.

“Hey Hoonie, can I talk to you for a second?” you infer with your hands pressed against the edge of his desk. And it’s proving impossible to look straight into your eyes, even more at your tits pressed together, spilling out of your top.

“Shoot,” he mentally applauses himself for a collective response.

“I need a tutor,” you frown, and all he thinks about is how your face would look when you cum.

“I’m on the verge of failing, and I know you’re about to check off a hundred percent in the class.”

“Yeah o-of course. I have to make sure my schedule’s open first.”

“Great! My place or your place?” you bat your lashes innocently.

Sunghoon swears if you do one more thing, he’ll cum in his pants right then and there. There’s not much more he can take. “Anywhere is fine. I gotta go though. We can discuss the details in class tomorrow.”

You’re giggling at his shyness, quick to follow his scurrying around the desk. “Or we can keep talking since I like talking to you so much.”

You’ve got him staring like a deer in headlights, “You do?”

“Do you?” you inquire while also wondering when he’ll drop the shy act.

An opportunity like this most likely won’t ever happen again. And the countless times Jake has called him a pussy for not shooting his shot only motivates him that much more. “Why are you asking questions you already know the answer to?”

“Maybe because I enjoy hearing answers I like,” you raise a brow at his sudden confidence, but your interest is showcased through the closing proximity between the two of you with each word that escapes your throat.

Sunghoon notices the glint of surprise in your eyes when you realize he wasn’t going to cower backwards.

His thoughts, on the other hand, were the complete opposite of his cowardly actions. In fact, he wonders how’d you react if he kissed you until your lips were bruised. Or if you liked it if he wrapped his entire hand full of your hair and tugged ‘til his heart’s content.

But in the end, your answer has him speechless, and you fully grin at that. “Let me know the answer to mine when you get the chance.”

You’re turning around to leave the shaky boy alone, but something catches your wrist.

“Tomorrow. Eight p.m., my place,” he’s breathing pattern quickens and he thickly gulps as he awaits your response.

And you giggle at his eagerness. “Can’t wait.”

And that’s how you ended up at his place the following night. Sunghoon had successfully helped complete a total of five questions before your hand slithered up his thigh and the subject of derivatives flew out the window.

To be honest, he doesn’t care he gave in so fast.

He’s so easy. So easy for you.

And you knew that. You took advantage of how he averted your gaze at all costs, yet you could still feel the heat of his stare when you looked away. Usually preferring men who are more dominant and masculine in and out of the bedroom, you took this as a challenge to stray out of your comfort zone.

You couldn’t lie though, Sunghoon’s awkward mannerisms are awfully cute. A bonus was he wasn’t hard on the eyes either. Your friends often scolded you for wanting to pursue him, but you ignored their incessant warnings.

And when you made due of your promise, you were surprised at how he was able to get a few words out.

What was even more surprising was the night that followed.

“Fuck—mnph!” your moans are muffled into the pillow as Sunghoon plows into your sopping cunt from behind. His palm envelops the entirety of your nape, pushing your head harder with each thrust. Your entire spine buzzes with pleasure, and his fingers digging into your neck only heighten the feeling.

“This is for underestimating me,” he seethes. You wish you were facing him to see his darkened persona.

“I w-w,” you barely get out.

“You what?” his hoarse voice mixes with a groan at your velvety walls sucking him like a vice.

“I-I wish I c-could take a pict-ture,” Sunghoon’s fingers press deeper with each word that escapes your throat, and you giggle. You’d never imagine the loser in class could get you pussy drunk.

“Go ahead,” he seethes before pulling out and flipping you over to your back.

“Wha-” you can’t even finish the word before he’s roughly thrusting into your pussy in one motion and continuing with the same pace.

“Hoon! Fuck,” you’re under his spell while the bed frame rhythmically knocks against the wall.

“I should take a picture of you like this,” he turns your slack jaw so you are able to look at him.

He chuckles once his eyes make contact with your hooded ones. “With drool and tears decorating your face while I use you as a cock-sleeve.”

Your fists ball as the drag of his cock overwhelms you. “So full,” you moan, and he rewards your comment with another harsh snap of his hips.

“Remember,” Sunghoon sets your calves against his shoulder and leans down against your ear. It feels unworldly, his cock pushing deeper and rougher into your cervix.

“Remember who makes you feel this way,” he whispers.

#enhypen smut #enhypen #sunghoon #park sunghoon #sunghoon park #enha #enha x reader #enha imagines #enha smut #park sunghoon smut #park sunghoon x reader #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon x y/n #enha sunghoon #enha park sunghoon #enha sunghoon smut

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neptuneschldd · 1 month ago

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Shining a light on “unfavorable” placements. pt.1

Within astrology, I notice a lot of people addressing only the dark sides of dark placements. These placements being considered as unfavorable and or “unfortunate”. However, tougher aspects/placements are generally considered to be gifts, though they are challenges, I see them as direct callings on what allows the individual to reach success. I am not a professional but these are patterns/observations I make from personal experience and life all around me. Now buckle up, this’ll be a long post, I’ll be discussing only planetary/object placements, next part will be aspects however, less descriptive.

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12H & 8H Suns and Moons

12H Suns are considered to be unfavorable however, this placement is actually a gift, though the sun is “shadowed” in this area; individuals with 12H are actually here on a mission, though it is bleak to see, individuals with this placement have power and it’s not even locked potential, it’s just power that they cannot see themselves but naturally exude. 12H suns are directly connected to the subconscious, they have this “one foot in one foot out” approach to reality, they are immensely creative and are gifted with compassion at early ages, though they don’t realize it, they tend to be ahead of the game in the early stages of life

12H Moons; these individuals are given heavy emotions, probably even a transformative connection with their mother, their emotions is where their spiritual knowledge lies, they have strong intuition and are the true empaths of astrology. Those with this placement are driven by their feelings, they know the ins and outs and have all the secrets, this is more hidden/internal knowledge, similar to 12H suns, they can gain a lot of knowledge later in life

Now 8H Suns/Moons are similar to one another. Individuals with these placements have true power in them, and they are gifted with depth and intensity that people are actually afraid of. These are the type of people to get told something toxic about themselves and they hit you with a “I know.” or they will outwardly tell you themselves (If other points in the chart agree). They are masters when it comes to shadow work and they are constantly changing–if you don’t see them for at least a month and they come back, their mindset could have taken a complete 180, for better or for worse. The 8H expands everything it touches, it creates an intense amount of depth to the matter. These individuals also tend to have a lot of people that will outwardly try to put them down, whether it is directly or indirectly, they also tend to have karma on their side. Their Image(Sun) and their emotions(moon)are heavily protected and praying on these individuals' downfall is like asking for a spiritual ass whooping.

Mercury in Pisces & Sagittarius:

Having Mercury in Pisces is an unfavorable placement, these individuals could be seen as forgetful, in a constant cycle of daze, and emotionally detached. However, the thoughts that boil within the brain of this placement is insane. I mean, we have a civil rights activist and a famous genius with this placement, if that doesn’t tell you anything idk what to tell you. These individuals are gifted with a lot of creativity, their thoughts actually run a mile a minute, they are typically well versed in various hobbies, these are the type of people if you ask what they do they might not give you one answer and hang around them long enough, you will see them having a new hobby every week. The ADHD masters, they’ll tell you they never played an instrument and hop on and immediately sound like an intermediate musician. These people have seen and heard it all, they are intelligent and their words hold weight. They say one thing and it’ll last you a lifetime, their advice sits in the back of people’s minds, their words are food for the soul, everything they say is more calculated and meaningful than even they think themselves. Truly underrated.

Next my lovely Sagittarian Mercuries. These individuals could be seen as rude, blunt, obnoxious, and or lacking emotional depth but just like their jupiterian sister pisces; they are much wiser than they put on. These individuals are witty, they are intelligent, they are humorous, their words hold power as well, they tell the truth and they build people up, they’re down to earth and self-assured, they have a way of making people listen, they are captivating in their words and can be lyrically gifted, natural poets in their own way.

Cadent Dominant Placements:

Being Cadent Dominant in my learnings is considered to have most of your placements within the 3H, 6H, 9H, and 12H. In addition, in case you don’t know, cadent houses are the houses further away from the angular houses and after the succedent houses, they tend to be where the most work has to happen are seen as challenging placements to have. Now, these individuals are smart as fuck, for lack of a better term. They are gifted with an inner drive, a drive that not many people will see or understand but themselves, these individuals have the power of moving masses. Though their efforts are indirect, they tend to hit people when it’s least expected–driven, misunderstood and powerful. 3H placements are well versed in communication, 6Hers know how to get shit done, 9Hers and 12Hers are mass movers and the backbone influencers. Having these placements indicate someone important, possibly even beyond a metaphysical sense. They don’t stop until they win and their perseverance is remarkable just as their lives are.

Saturn/Uranus/Pluto Ruled or Dominance (etc.)

Talk about “fuck around and find out”, these indivudals are like the older or even the middle children in astrology, many people with significant Pluto/Saturn/Uranus in their chart, this includes being ruled(MC & ASC), having it as a dominant planet, placed within the 1H, or aspecting Sun/Moon/Asc–tend to be protected like crazy. They tend to go through a lot of inner struggle and tend to constantly have something to work on, it’s like once they’re done with one lesson they’re given another. It’s like being stuck with chores all day and you’re finally done with your last one and once you’re about to step outside or go to your room to lay down, their parents call them and ask them to do something else and the cycle goes on lol. These individuals are resilient and are hardworking, they’re unique and nothing generally gets past them, you fuck with them, you’re fucking with their team as well, and best believe the universe is ready to dish back what you sent in tenfold; this even applies to the individual, but they rarely fuck up cause they know how it can get everytime. Gifted with power, control and drive, these individuals are goal-oriented, they don’t let anything get in their way and if there is even a slight indication of a distraction about to occur, they shut it down real quick. I like this.

Saturn in Angular Houses (1H, 4H, 7H, 10H) and HM: 5H.

Saturn in these houses are hard hitting. Cracking my knuckles because I’m about to go IN. I will state the

To start, Saturn in the 1H, these individuals are constantly met with lessons that have to do with their identity, they will be put in situations where they are physically limited and their identity is limited/restricted, these people will obsess over themselves and hold themselves to a high standard. However, even through this, these individuals not only directly have karma on their side, but they are ultimately gifted with a deep knowing of self, they build their identity and it is a literal weapon to anyone who brings murky intentions into their world, simply because of how resilient they are and how much they worked through restriction in the past.

For Saturn in the 4H, they may have had issues that involved restriction with their family, this is heavy because they sat through that for their entire lives, up to 18 and possibly even further than that. These individuals weren’t able to make a house a home or generally find a proper home. In their older years, they work with this energy to make a place for themselves and others, they have the power of compassion and comfort.

For Saturn in the 7H & 5H, these individuals are known to have tough luck in love, relationships are rare and if they have many relationships, they are often restrictive and unsatisfactory. They may struggle additionally with their sense of worth and bear a false outlook on love. However, in some moments in their younger years and in their older years, they possess deep knowledge on love, they seem to take it seriously and their love is rich, they are gifted with deep compassion and the ability to be long term with other people. They have unforgettable love, and they are typically unforgettable people as a whole.

Lastly for Saturn 10H, these people could feel restricted career wise, they may feel that they’re always being attacked in their reputation and are held from their true potential, however, they actually overextend themselves more than what they were meant, they can influence and hold a lot of power.

These can also be applied to Pluto as well, with more of a transformative foundation, however, Saturn and Pluto tend to be both extremely transformative planets.

Chiron in Succedent Houses (2H, 5H, 8H, 11H)

These placements tend to fit in a similar category, they are often scarred with themes that are prioritized in life; Money, Fun, Transformation and Community. They tend to see others experience joy and balance within these themes however, they find that this is the source of their trauma and unhealthy codependency that they desire to break away from. Ultimately, these individuals are gifted with strength and influence, they are creative, influential and open-minded when conflicts are properly addressed.

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In this post, I went into depth on placements that have more power than what is spoken about them; however, the dark tends to hold more truth about the light than the light does of itself. The placements listed are powerful and resilient, gifted with all sorts of things, and if you believe that something in your chart is insignificant, understand that astrology is a tool to access potential, it can hint at traits but it is not a concrete definition because there are other calculations that exist and have existed even beyond Traditional Western astrology. Next part will be on aspects, thank you for reading.

- J🧡

#astro community #astro notes #astro observations #astrology

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controld3vil · 7 months ago

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the one

pairing: aegon ii targaryen x targ!reader

synopsis: thrown into madness, not one person can comfort the king of his thoughts. his sister wife left to deal with her grief. his mother for chooses not to heed his needs. his brother, gone in silver of the night. yet you, left forgotten stand in front of him, teary eyed.

notes: i gasped loud this episode!!

content warning: spoilers obvi for s2ep2, themes of grief and inferiority, targcest; if you are uncomfortable, please do not interact.

The death of Jaehearys exhausted you.

Nothing prepared you for the shock and emotional consequences. It felt as though a giant sea storm had swept away your emotions and feelings of sense. Because in a way, you felt numb and unable to comprehend what you were feeling. It was either too strong or your denial in it that made you feel out of it. In the confidence of your home, the grand kingdom of your father and his grandsire before, suddenly you feel apprehensive about where you resided and the castle itself. Who to trust and not as a moment noticed in your head as your mind spirals down a rabbit hole.

Your nephew, a kin of your own, was dead.

He was murdered in cold blood. In the sanctum of your home, in the privacy of the royal rooms. It was your fault you were not by Helaena’s side. Oh, your poor sister, the turmoil she must’ve endured in the small moments last with her son. A small piece of purity and semblance he brought into your little life and a beacon of what you strived for every day. Yet now, it has all turned to blood and dust. Used and tossed away like the sacs of bodies they would throw off dead soldiers in the aftermath of a tiring battle.

There you sat with a half cup of wine, undrank. You dared not step out of the chambers of your comfort. Not for long, your presence would be reminded of the council. You insist on every meeting that your presence would bestow better acquisition. In most eyes, the men divert their gaze from you.

In contrast, your wretched mother opens her mouth agape with hardly any words being supported. Your grandsire contrasts, always with an excuse that you should be needed elsewhere other than the higher discussion. How benign of you, dear granddaughter. But you are unfit for a position at court.

Otto Hightower would never speak those words directly. But you know in your heart and his intuition, the words are nearly there. You don’t need an interpreter to translate what is said by the councilmen. Even if they are unaware, you understand all that is said. A tragic incident, Your Grace. The Kingsguard are doing their best to inspect all the members in the castle as we speak.

“I will have it! They will pay for this!”

The dried tears that swept down your cheeks felt sticky and annoyingly guilt-ridden of the events that had happened. You would not allow them to witness them. They were not worthy of your sadness. In grace, you hiked your dress over your feet to climb up to the doors. From where you were, you could discern the murmurs of Aegon and his hysterical yelling, absolutely mad with anger and rage. Respectfully so, the loss of his child was an unexpected and stressful one.

When the chambers open, the rest of the councilmen stop for a moment. Before you begrudgingly make your way to the center. “Gentlemen,” You are at fault in giving away your tearful expression, the candlelight's of the chandeliers do your angelic features justice. And no noble would dare to speak upon its beauty and sorrow. All while, your lady in waiting, trails timidly behind you, head pointed down in respect. “Your Grace,” You address, and finally for a blind second, a glint of relief flashes on Aegon’s face. Finally, he must think, someone he trusts abides in the room.

“Princess,” The Hand levels his chin, leaving a steady foot of your unforeseen appearance. Beside him, your mother lays agape in both deary and fortification.

The Queen stumbles on the syllables of your name, quietly. As if she was citing a wrongful plea of desperation. “Is- Is Helaena?” Of course, the last she saw you was in her bed chambers, coming in to console your sweet sister and her child. Alicent was running amuck, pulling on the fabric of her dress to prevent you from witnessing her privacies before. Luckily you didn't have to witness that.

“She is with Ser Arryk and Jaeheara.” You breathed out, soft and mellow. You can tell by the exhale of your mother and grandsire's shoulders that deflating meant that their worries were at least accomplished. And a slight corner of your eye, your brother too relaxes in caution, aware of his wife and daughter’s whereabouts.

“Good good,” Alicent frantically nods as if trying to reassure herself that her child and granddaughter were safe. Ser Arryk was a noble knight, one who betrayed his twin to stay beside the king’s side. That alone was enough to prove his loyalty and servitude. “Thank you, my daughter.” You swallow with a gaping hole in your throat. The whole room felt the compacting of the many eyes directed at you and the Queen Mother.

“And what might be the reason for your intrusion on this council meeting, princess?” Otto’s voice somewhat triggers a fight or flight response in you. You’ve dealt with similar situations before, wanting to be included in the war business. However this was different, the council was discussing matters of potential betrayal and the killing of your kin. You suddenly felt targeted for the offense of interrupting something crucial and overriding.

However, you know you should have a say in this matter. “Shouldn’t I be present when the death of my nephew has been informed to me merely hours ago?” There was a snap in your voice that many of them knew. Though some such as your mother and brother were accustomed to that sound more often.

“Perhaps it is best if the princess were with the Queen to rest away comfort and grief,” Maester Orwyle suggests only to infuse your temper.

In a quick turn, your lilac orbs strike an alarming resemblance to vexation and hostility. “Why?” Your tone was sharp and accusing just as it was. The Queen Regent could only watch and stare mutely at your grueling pettiness. Lord Tyland and Ser Criston Cole dare not to look at you but at the maester. While Aegon, all the more slightly frustrated at Maester Orwyle’s comments, stops and waits for your dreadful retaliation like a venomous viper. Otto couldn’t look more disappointed in you.

“The death of your nephew is a tearful one, princess. And maybe you should stay within the quarters with the Queen for safety.” The maester does not falter in his reasoning, knowing how quick and ill-tempered you are similar to your brother was to retaliation. But his expression flickers in doubt shortly after you are seen to lay your palms on the edge of the end of the table. It’s hard wooden material, clenched tightly around your hands as you glance up at the councilman with fury in your eyes.

“I am more capable than you think of me, Maester Orwyle. And I would be damned to sit in silence and pity for this horrendous murder!” You snarl, a frown forming at the edges of your lips. You were livid beyond this. Only when you want to be present in the decisions regarding your kin, did the council decline your way. It’s insulting. “My nephew should be avenged! To whoever ordered the murder!”

“I wholeheartedly agree,” The Hand’s inclusion is an attempt to bring a truce between the others who felt your presence as much of a disturbance. “But we should not be hasty and leave every opportunity out in the open.”

“This is my son we are talking about,” Aegon’s hand came down with a thump on the table. He’s since calmed down but you know there is still rage in his heart. The fuel of it burning and churning for the desire to find and kill whoever brought out the murder. “We must search the grounds for traitors, find anyone who leaves the Red Keep, and capture them immediately!”

“Of course, Your Grace but we should consider what this would be for Rhaenyra,” Alicent reminds the room when she scans everyone’s thoughts and faces. On the other hand, you stand uncomfortably, with the sense of your legs growing numb.

“That bitch queen of bastards will pay!” The King screams, pointing with an accusative finger. “She is on her throne, laughing at me for this! For the death of my son, I want her dead!” It’s like a fire has been lit in your brother’s mind. It flashes and flickers rapidly as he manages to strike and spit out outrage of his growing vengeance on the Black Queen. However quick his temper simmers and rises.

The coming morning of Jaehaerys funeral drags his body to the Sept to be burnt in Targaryen tradition. More importantly, it is to sway the people’s opinion of Aegon’s claim and blame Rhaenyra for the tragic death. Spurs of propaganda flourish in the crowds as the chariot drags the casket of the fresh body, followed by the Queen and her Regent. What felt like discomfort and suffocation for Helaena only her no semblance through the entire morning. She is grieving and mourning in her own way. No one can understand the loss of a mother of her children. It is the tragedy she has felt for the first time and it stings her to her stomach. For most of the ride, Helaena could not breathe or look at the folk people, afraid of what they might do. She’d never left the Keep like this before, presented all fragile and glorious as the new Queen officially.

Even so, she knows you are more suited for the role. Helaena has thought of it many times where you should’ve been wife to Aegon instead of her. She knows why her mother and grandsire chose her. It was because she was compliant and willing to do her duty as a lady wife. While you had no sense of duty. More or less, so did Aegon but at least she would elevate his image as King with her kind personality.

“Helaena,” You spoke, interrupting her thoughts amid her sewing. Your sister pauses and then looks at the piece she has been working on. It was a picture of purple lily flowers, something you had mentioned wanting to see from the grounds of the Highgarden. She thinks of you and subconsciously starts to sew a new patch of thread. She’s sweet to you like that, and you forever cherished that side of her. And it's a shame her softened voice always now came with a stutter and droop of a sob.

Helaena wakes up from her daze and greets you with a warm yet sombreros smile. “You are well?” The question itself leaves bitterness off of your tongue because you should be asking her that. You know Helaena isn’t one to openly express her emotions and thoughts proudly. As her sister, you honor that but also can become the maternal figure she needs within seconds.

“I should be asking you the same,” You smile, looking smug and all. And your sister’s droopy eyes slowly lighten with glee. Her small frown turns upside down and suddenly you feel your heart fill with warmth and joy. “What has the Queen been sewing all this time?”

“Purple lilies,” She gently shows you her work and focuses on your excitement. What she appreciates is your fascination with her skill with a thread and needle. You had no talent in it, much to your mother’s display. But you would gladly watch your sister sew for hours for the fun of it. “I remember you mentioning them a while ago. And I thought it would be pretty to make for you,”

“How thoughtful of you,” You plead with your gentle eyes, resting a hand on her thigh. You looked like you were going to burst into tears out of happiness for her nonsensical act. You act differently around her and the children, sometimes Helaena thinks you have two personalities. One with her family minus Aegon and another with everyone else. You were mushy and caring, nothing like yourself hours earlier in the morrow in the councilroom. She had heard you burst into a meeting, enraged by them claiming you as a disturbance to their discussion. Like the stubborn person you were, she knew you would rather stay and argue with them for hours. And that you, for her boy.

The Queen hums, delighted by your soothing presence in her slightly dimmed room. The room had been cleared of children's beds and toys. Now it lies barren with little to no furniture. The curtains did not change, they were arranged simply to allow some light into the chambers to let the children wake. But now, there would be none and it is left abandoned.

“How is Jaeheara?” The whisper of your voice is the only thing she’s heard after minutes of silence. Helaena does not reply immediately, knowing her thoughts are too invasive and terrifying to think about. The black gown she still has on feels tight and makes her uncomfortable. She doesn't want to remember the funeral. It was too much for her to reminisce about despite being hours earlier.

She makes another loop with bright purple stringing onto her needle. “She is well and is accompanied by a Kingsguard during her lessons,” She makes sure to include the Kingsguard, knowing you have been adamant about the protection and security around King’s Landing. As of late, it felt as though the castle did not feel like home anymore. It became somewhat of a hollow skeleton of a dungeon. With many escape routes and corridors, people would walk in and out without notice. It terrifies her and knowing you, you would rather be killed than have another child murdered.

Her response pleases you however Helaena is aware of something else on your mind. She can feel it without looking at your face to know. It’s your inseparable bond as a sister that you sometimes were astounded by. Helaena calls it a bond and maybe she is right. Your eyes are focussed on somewhere else and it gives her a moment to look at you. Your brows furrowed with a subtle curve of a scowl makes her believe you were having negative thoughts. Were you feeling guilty about Jaehearys death?

“What’s wrong sister?” Despite her knowing the reason, Helaena wants you to admit your remorseful thoughts. The veil that covered her face was no longer present and she could face you without barriers. Her lilac eyes look at you, softening at you.

“I can’t help but think I am guilty of Jaehearys death,” You sound vulnerable, no other person would witness this side of you. Because you shielded this side of you. Your display of weakness was only meant for people like Helaena, close to you, unjudging and caring in your coping. Yet sometimes you think of your sinful thoughts of guilt to be an act of punishment. You sometimes felt you were meant to feel this way for not being present with the Queen and her children when it happened. Why couldn’t you be a good sister and protect the ones you loved?

“You should not be,” Her small palm cradles the side of your jaw, making your stare connect with her. Helaena is quiet and gentle in her expression of words. What she says always has an impact. She is a woman of few words and it makes her speech inspirational. “I- For anything, it was my part as a mother, for letting my child be murdered in cold blood-”

“No of course not!” You were quick to retaliate to her pleas. She could not be responsible for such a horrific act taken against the crown. “Helaena, you did your best to protect your children.”

“Yet I was asked to choose,” The bottom of her lips quivered, and eventually hot tears filled her waterline. “And I had no other choice!”

“You were held at knifepoint,” You grasped the hand that held your jaw. Gently and slowly to make sure and emphasize her attention to you. “I would’ve bursted into the room and offered myself if I could’ve. But you did the best you did as a mother to protect your children.” You gave her another tight squeeze.

“I had no other choice,” Her sobs slowly brewing. And the tears flowed and there was nothing you wanted to do other than comfort your dear sister. She was grieving like any mother. You would be present for her and give Helaena all of the world, to give away her sorrow. However, it is inevitable and you best offer her your condolences and feelings of heartbreak. Because you did love her children, Jaehearys and Jaeheara. The light and beacon of Helaena and Aegon's marriage.

Helaena’s figure dwindled as she scrunched herself forward into a curling ball. The weight of her thoughts was too much. As a parent, she believed she failed the role she was meant to play. Her cries did not stop or steady in a rapid heartbeat. Any further, Helaena believes she would’ve acted impulsively if not for you, holding onto her shoulders. You were gentle against her tragic and frail body when you allowed her head and shoulders to rest against your chest. You’re silent in the comfort you gave. Because no words could pursue more than your actions. Being the more responsible and maternal figure, you became a weeping shoulder for Helaena to spout the rest of her worries and anguish.

You wonder what Aegon and his sorrows are.

Criston Cole was in a predicament. He failed as a Kingsguard to protect the royal family. And because of his absence, a dead prince was left at the doorstep of the king. He’s ashamed in silence because he could not make any reason for where he was during the intrusion of the castle. His affair with Alicent was more than a passionate one. It consoled him and eased for the upcoming days of Aegon’s coronation and Rhaenyra’s horrific deeds. The knight was stuck in a situation he wished would not bring to the public eye. No one can know of his relations with the Queen Regent. Not when times were suspenseful and dire as to who to trust in the castle.

And so, after he challenges Ser Arryk to do the impossible and slay the Black Queen within her quarters of Dragonstone, he desires to focus on his plans with the king. The afternoon following the prince’s funeral, Ser Criston smoothes out the ends of his locks, recomposing his hysterical manner against the twin knight. Of, the accusations of treason against the king and the knight’s code. He should be honoring the Kingsguard words at the back of his sleeves by now. For all that has occurred to him, Criston wants to prove to the king he is capable of being essential.

The summer breeze is faint and noticeable to those in the Red Keep. It’s open corridors and windows, it is the perfect spot for sunlight. The Kingsguard makes his way to Aegon’s chambers, where he plans to inform his schemes of sending Ser Arryk away to Dragonstone. In hopes, it would please His Majesty of the constant restless nights he has experienced.

But he nearly misses you. It takes a second for Ser Criston to take a step back and look back at what you have been doing. You, the princess, looking out of place in the training area of the stables. Where knights and stable boys fight and practice their combat. It was a place you’re likely forbidden to be, however, it has never stopped you. The knight knows of your ambitions to fight like your brothers. You’re eager, more confident than your siblings to practice. He had suggested once to the Queen that she should allow you use of the sword. For self-defense and hobbies.

You practically begged Alicent to hold a sword in your hands. Your cute chubby cheeks as a small child were something he remembered sometimes. You were so eager then. He could still see it occasionally when you ventured to the training area, staring at the knights practicing their moves and defenses.

“Are you alright, princess?” Ser Criston appears behind you and you’re suddenly aware he must’ve been standing behind you for some time. He knows you come here to think and be reminded of the past. “The morrow has been rather bleak has it not?”

“Rather too bleak,” You groan, crossing your arms and rubbing your forehead in weariness. You’re aware the Kingsguard is not allowed to probe your troubles further but you rather indulge. “The day grows weary for the wavering support of the other Houses.” A quiet nod of endearment is seen from the knight as he reminisces about why they had exhibited the funeral exactly. To spread rumors and weaken the queen bastards' claim.

“It will help us in the long run, princess,” He steps forward as you turn to stare at his gentle Dornish features. Maybe in another lifetime, you would’ve fallen for him if he wasn’t a knight.

“Is that what the Queen Regent said?” A switch and it was like your tone turned to bitterness the moment you mentioned your mother. Ser Criston feels his heartache at your sentiments to the Queen. She was your mother and loved you very much. Something you can’t seem to appreciate whenever you open your mouth in front of the council. While she has complained and spouted worries of your deterring interactions, you’ve taken glory in the distance between you and your mother. Ser Criston hopes one day you will reprimand that relationship.

“No,”

“Tell me, why do you value her opinion so much?” He eyes at you shaking your head with a heavy scowl of disgust. Your hatred towards your mother ran cold and poisonous, under the depths of your hard-spoken shell of a heart. Maybe some part of you did care about the Queen. If there was, Criston had never been able to witness it, you’re too stubborn. And you know Alicent cherishes him deeply.

“She has a kind heart,” The Dornish man cannot more than understand why you probe his opinion of your mother. Were you suspicious? He’s served your mother for nearly a decade and gained her trust as her right-hand protector. Yet where was he when an intruder entered the castle grounds and left Helaena traumatized and crying?

You snarl a mocking laugh, “A kind heart?” You’re staring at the Queen’s protector with discontent and failure. “She plots and schemes to gain the people's trust over my brother’s claim. What more is she than the Hand’s right-hand puppet.” This is an alarming accusation because Ser Criston knows Alicent does not trust her father with her boys and daughters. You were an example of that. Whoever she plots with, he knows she takes into consideration who is affected the most. She was the Queen of course. Dainty and considerate of her subjects.

“Another advantage we have over Rhaenyra, princess,” He reminds you of the whole reason why the council decided such a thing. It’s grueling yet would sway the people in their favor towards the crown than that false liar of a ruler across the land. “Understand that everything she and the council decide is to gain more allies,”

“By simply lying to the public and creating more web of lies for us to be stuck in,” You probe and your lilac orbs glow in a dark tone. You could not stand the ploy they had used for Jaehaerys funeral. You think it was anything but honorable, to use your nephew as a cause and leeway to denounce your half-sister. Ser Criston gives you a look, only a parent would hold when their child does something to disappoint them. And even though he was not your father, he still felt utterly responsible and devoted to you as one. He has seen you grow from a child to a woman. He’s aware of your struggle in your place at court. He was there when you desperately wanted to hold a bow and arrow, practically crying to your mother on your knees. He was also there to comfort you when you accidentally drove your dragon into a terrible accident. Criston Cole felt some kind of platonic love over you, despite you never feeling the same way. ‘

Yet he couldn’t help but agree with you. “You’re right, princess. But it is the only way to convince the townsfolk of our cause. We need their support to win this coming war.” He sees your shoulders slumped, most likely growing tired of talking back and forth of their intention to false news. You hated how everyone agreed to it wholeheartedly.

“We need more than the support of the townsfolk to win a war,” Your lips turn to a thin line, contemplating all the reasons why you had to be on the wrong side of justice. “We have dragons, that is how we win a war.”

Nightfall was as unanticipated as it was wanted. The funeral and rumors from the council made it unbearable to walk past servants and nobles without being reminded of it. There were many times you wished to stop in front of the people and shout in their faces. There would be no denying it all. However, you were done with it. You were tired of receiving the same piece of news and rumors. It made you hereditarily furious and petty like a child. But no violence has been spilled. Instead, you could only clench your palms, aggressively and move on with a faint scowl. A puff or two would break your cover.

Moreover, the servant girls and maids knew what made you tick. The type of gossip you hate to talk and listen about. Since you’ve lived in the castle for the entirety of your life span. So regardless of whether they spoke of today’s events or not, people knew you were not in a great mood. More or less you were agitated, imitating, and not to be consoled.

You made it your routine to visit Helaena before going to bed. When you were younger, you and your sister often paid visits to your mother and sometimes your father if present. Queen Alicent would soothe your worries and nightmares while Viserys sat in silence, unable to speak due to the pain. Yet now, that was before you and Helaena slept in the same room. She was Queen now and had a separate room with her children. It was you who made it customary to ease her worries at night and say goodnight to her children. Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, her beautiful children. Even now, after everything had happened, you wanted to honor your promise to visit the new Queen.

The granite tiles were cold. You could feel it despite wearing soft padded shoes. Your garments were loose and free from the restraints and pains you’d worn for the day. But somehow it made you feel anxious and oddly vulnerable out in the open. Of course, it was natural to feel this way after what happened. But everything, even the times you felt the most safe was now invaded by thoughts of fear and concern. You swallowed whatever security you had and moved along the balcony inside King’s Landing. The royal rooms were all the same, but you knew which belonged to whose. You knew which rooms were your mother’s, your sister’s, which had the best hiding spots, and which had the quickest way out of the city.

Although whose room brought you the most curiosity was the one in front of you. In the distance, where you stood, a figure of green exits out of the room and disappears into the darkness. Your mother. Alicent did not seem to be in a rush to have exited Aegon’s chambers nor did she look content coming out of it. It looked as though she had mistaken his room for another.

Hastily your paused movements began to quicken. As you tip-toed towards the doors of your king, you twist the knob and a soft creak makes you curse out of anonymity. The bed chamber was dimly lit and the fireplace illuminated a gorgeous orange dew that covered half the room in warmth. The drapes of the windows were slightly closed, making the silhouette of Aegon, hunched over more evident. He leans in a cushioned chair by the fire and you can see his unsecured locks, shape the sides of his face.

You quickly realize your brother’s sobbing, saddening and heartbreaking. For all the things he was, Aegon did not deserve to lose a child. You understood very much as him that Alicent had planned his coronation for a long time. Yet now that it has happened, tragedies come down like dominoes in a panic. Lucerys has died on dragonback. And now Jaehearys was murdered in cold blood. Both are innocents from the result of this pretentious battle for power between Rhaenyra. It is when you shut the door behind you with a faint click, you make yourself known to the king.

“Aegon,” It’s a whisper with no silence. Covering his face to shield his tears, Aegon does not dare to look at you. He looks ashamed and can only stare down, lost and in failure. You understand his dismissal of your presence. No one should see their king as weak like this. Not even his closest kin and mother. Only that his mother has witnessed this scene a multitude of times over the years of watching over her son. Still, you were not the type to witness Aegon at such a low point like this.

Nothing. You wanted nothing from him, seconds ago only curious about his profound discussion with your mother, who did not seem to speak to him at all. Something about that makes your heart churn at the Queen Regent. You walk slowly and only when you finally face him, his gaze is still on the floor, unable to lift his head to say anything. Go away! You’re making a fool out of yourself.

Instead, you closed the gap that separated the two of you. You clasped his neck and held it firmly in a consoling manner. His weeping only grew louder the moment he felt your touch, so comforting and soft. His hands eventually wrap themselves around your waist and he rests the side of his head against your stomach.

Only you can soothe him like this. It’s discovered to be the most effective way for Aegon to calm down, your touch perhaps was the solution to it. It was never touched upon, this consolation you had with him, there were rare occasions when the prince had become too drunk to return to his quarters to have gone to yours instead. There were times when your brother wanted to hide and be away from your conniving mother and her insults. Sometimes he’d cry, drink, or rant about her inconsolable expectations of him. Because truly you are the closest to understanding that feeling. The feeling of being unwanted and as though you were not doing enough of your duty to care. Of course, you cared, you did everything for your family. Still, it could never be enough to put a smile on your mother’s face. And more evidently that of your grandsire.

“I’m sorry,” You let out a dreary breath, rubbing Aegon’s hair. He sniffles, allowing his forehead against your stomach. He closes his eyes and lets out a sad laugh that turns into a cry. He’s lost so much in a matter of days. No one to comfort him, and his wife silently grieving in her own time. His mother forever abandoned her efforts. And his brother disappears with no explanation. Now here you were, the one he found relying on.

“I tried so hard,” He cries out, snot and tears making his speech muffled and disproportionate. “Yet everything has backhanded and slapped me in my face!” You feel a quiver on your lips when he speaks those words. Your heart burns and aches and maybe finally, you can put away your pride and be gentle. You reach behind where his hands are secured by your waist. Sliding them down to allow you to kneel to his level. With his red-shot eyes and puffy cheeks, Aegon looks like he wants to give up everything now and then. He’s never looked so weak and tiresome.

“I know,” You shaped his face with your palms, sliding your thumbs over his cheeks. They are dried of momentary tears when he looks so desperate to cling onto anything to save him. “And as king, it is a heavy toll. Jaehearys will know you did everything you could to avenge his death.”

“It has gone to madness,” His lilac orbs staring at you with such intensity and possibly love. Torn and twisted, you know this is a wife’s duty to be her husband. Though under Helaena and Aegon’s relationship, they have never loved each other. They were husband and wife, yes but only under law. Helaena held no love but did genuinely care for his well-being. And you had shown more devotion towards his feelings than anyone had done within days. “What am I supposed to do now?”

“You can start by figuring who and who not to trust at court,” You exhale, heart beating like a bass drum when you feel his hands circle yours. “Know who your trusted allies are and destroy Rhaenyra’s support.”

“Then I need you,” He leans forward, his silver locks tangled in between yours. His gaze was wild and desperate for any kind of refusal you might have. “I need you at court. By my side, you are as essential as any of us there.” It felt as though nothing in the world mattered next only the two of you at this moment. At this important moment, you felt a surge of adrenaline and an urge to comply with his heeds. Your eyes momentarily trail to his lips before discerning back to his eyes.

“Because I have a dragon,”

“Because you are my blood, you are a strategist and the smartest woman I know in the Seven Kingdoms,” His dried tears make him even more angelic. Perhaps in another lifetime, you two would’ve married instead and dealt with it more easily. Your mother knew it. Your gransdire did too. Despite it all, they all disapproved of you for your lack of devotion to duty. What more can you offer than your service directly to the crown? To the council? It makes you grin in pride for his acknowledgment of you.

“Of course, my king,” And with those words, he closes the gap between your lips. Sorrowful no way but profound in a new kind of serge to overcome the tragic delay. You were right in front of his eyes all along. You, the second-born princess of Alicent and Viserys' marriage. Quip with a sharp tongue and tactics for how long you’ve studied the art of it. You were no ordinary princess. You were a fighter, a warrior who well enough wanted bloodshed as much as him.

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the-californicationist · 1 year ago

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he opens the mail

Captain Price opens a package, thinking it’s intel, but it’s a sex pollen. The only cure? Your pussy, apparently.

Warning: sex pollen tropes, extremely dubious consent, attempt at satire?, angry john price

“We’re never going to make this deadline. Laswell’s gonna kill me,” you complained, burying your head in the pile of envelopes and packages strewn over your desk.

“Did this to yourself, lass. Shoulda been keepin’ up with intel duty. Wee bit at a time, ‘s what I say,” Soap patted you on the shoulder, feigning pity.

You spent hours combing through the documents, and by the time everyone had gone to bed, your fingers were covered in paper cuts, and your vision was blurry from squinting at the poorly scrawled Cyrillic words.

You thought you were alone, and as you stood up to stretch and refill your coffee mug, Captain Price opened up the office door, scaring you half to death.

“Oh, hey Corporal,” he smiled and then furrowed his brow, “What are you still doing here?”

You sighed, pointing to the piles of documents,

“Laswell’s intel backlog. I’m the only one with a Level 3 linguistics cert for Russian, so here I am. Gonna be an all-nighter.”

He closed the door and sat down across from your seat, digging into the pile,

“I’m Level 3. Let’s finish it.”

“Captain, you don’t have to do that. I’m sure you’ve got more important things…”

Price shook his head, taking off his hat and hanging it on the chair back,

“Nah, tha’s alright, love. I’ll help ya. Get us a tea, yeah?”

You knew how he took his tea, and you hated that you did. Secretly, you were obsessed with him. He was always around, smelling like balsam wood and tobacco, looking like a gladiator, huge and capable in the most masculine way. It was hard to concentrate when he was nearby. Now that he had offered to help, you had to grin and bear it.

You worked together for a while, chatting, even laughing. It was nice. You had so much in common, the conversation flowed easily, and you found yourself much more at ease. Finally, three packages remained. You opened the first one and found little more than phone records for a local library. Unhelpful to say the least. Price opened a water bill, and he recognized the address of a recent Konni base location. Any intel at this point felt like a celebration. Then, the final box.

“Go on then. Show us the ending,” he smiled, handing it to you.

“Couldn’t take the joy of ripping up the last letter, Captain. Be my guest,” you smiled.

He chuckled, tearing into the envelope. In a flash, bright pink powder sprayed him directly in the eyes, and he writhed in pain, pinching them shut, his whole body going stiff.

“Fuck me!” He shouted.

“Hang on,” you ran over to the sink in the kitchenette, “Here’s some water. Get that shit out of your eyes.”

“Don’t,” he moved away from you like you were on fire, “Don’t touch me. Might be contagious.”

Your chest was rising and falling with your labored breathing, and you were immediately worried. You reached for your phone and called Laswell.

“Laswell, Price got anthraxed by one of the intel letters. What do you want us to do?”

She gasped,

“What? Shit. I’m on my way.”

She hung up on you. You watched Price slowly try to open his eyes. They were stained hot pink from the powder.

“You alright?” You asked him.

“Yeah, love,” he sighed, “Doesn’t hurt anymore. Feeling strange though. Laswell said she’s coming?”

You nodded,

“Yeah, just in case.”

He nodded, running his hand along the inside of his collar. The captain was sweaty and a little pale.

“Captain, are you okay?”

“Mmm, no,” he shook his head, “Something’s not right, love.”

He stood and went to the sink, washing as much of the powder off as he could. You moved away from him and stationed yourself across the room, praying for Laswell to hurry.

Price was in a bad way. He took off his shirt, and he was still dripping with beads of sweat. You tried not to stare, but his temperature wasn’t the only thing heating up. His huge cock was making a prominent tent in his pants, but he was in too much pain to bother hiding it. You felt yourself blushing, and you willed yourself to pull it together.

“…fuckin’ hell,” his hand went to his crotch to squeeze his length, trying to find some relief, “Sorry, love.”

“It’s okay,” you said politely, trying to breathe normally, but feeling the slick rush melt between your legs.

“It’s makin’ me…feel…bloody hell. I can’t hold it off. Can…can you…? No! No, what the fuck am I sayin’? No,” he shook his head, rubbing his hands down his face, hot and very bothered.

You inched closer to him,

“If I haven’t been affected yet, I’m sure it’s okay. How should I help you?”

“No! No, stay back. I’m not…I can’t think straight. My mind’s got one thing on it,” he shoved his hands beyond his zipper and began to jerk himself off, his dick making lurid noises with his hand.

You hated seeing him so helpless. You moved to his side,

“Cap, it’s okay. Let me help you.”

His hand was around your throat in milliseconds. Price shoved you against the wall and began to kiss your mouth, furiously laving his tongue against yours.

“No, no, no,” he whispered through his kisses, not bothering to pull away as he spoke his lamentations.

You made the mistake of putting your hands on his chest to steady yourself. He moaned, trembling beneath your touch,

“Ahh, careful.”

“Sorry,” you pulled your hands away, still trapped in his firm grip around your neck, “did I hurt you?”

“No, doesn’t hurt.”

He said it in a way that darkly implied your touch was igniting a different kind of fire. You put your hands back where they were, and his eyes shot open, piercing through yours with a lustful rage. Unexpectedly, he ripped off your shirt and lay you down on the black leather couch in the corner of the office. He crushed you with his weight, kissing you deeply.

Then, your phone rang. He didn’t allow you to pause, so it went to voicemail. It rang again. You were getting just as hot as he was, and you weren’t that interested in who was looking for you in the middle of the night. Until, however, the door to the office burst wide open and Laswell and Gaz burst through it.

Price snarled. You’d never heard a man make that noise before. Laswell put her hands on her hips while Gaz tried to shield his face in shock. Laswell rubbed her forehead, frustrated,

“Are his eyes pink, Corporal?”

You escaped his jaws for a moment,

“Yeah, why?”

“It’s a sex drug. Forces the user to fornicate as it is only passed through the body in seminal fluid, dissolving in the heat of another person’s body. Are you volunteering here? What happened?”

Her tone was so matter of fact, it was a little humorous, if Price’s length wasn’t rutting against you in earnest, you might've laughed. You tried to explain as much as he would allow,

“Got too close… just… happened. How…” you moaned as Price pulled down the strap of your bra and helped himself to your nipple, “How did you know?”

She sighed, typing something into her datapad,

“Checked the incident log from this afternoon. Four more cases of this have popped up in intel collections. Gonna have to screen for it next time.”

She turned to walk out of the office with Gaz, and you called after her,

“Hey, wait! How long does it - oh, fuck… how long does it last?”

Laswell had the audacity to smirk at you, raising her eyebrows and cutting her eyes at Price’s swollen cock, lolling out of his pants, scraping itself against you.

“Eight hours. Looks like you’re in for a rough night, Corporal. Maybe next time you’ll be more careful.”

Part 2

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always-a-slut-4-ghouls · 2 years ago

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Going to bite someone because I thought my sleep medicine would be here by now, thus not taking the zquill with me when I left my parent’s house. IT HAS NOT BEEN DELIVERED YET!!! All the fucking medical system being so complicated to the point where I only just got it refilled Friday BUT I HAVEN’T GOTTEN IT IN THE MAIL! Zquill was supposed to be a temporary solution for the weekend and I don’t prefer taking it to taking my prescription medication. The prescription makes me drowsy and sleepy while making a dent in my anxiety that is handled by a different medication during the day (one that doesn’t make me sleepy) and I was taking zquill as a last resort. Ugh, I hate how I always feel drowsy all day after taking it before bed. My prescription doesn’t do that, AND it shuts up the scared voices a bit and lets me keep my heart rate normal to go to sleep. I’m so fucking tired and drowsy. I need to clean but I can barely make myself move. I know therapy takes a lot of my energy but I’m so tired and I NEED to clean today and tomorrow. I have more stuff going on this weekend and I can’t miss it. Biting the medical system. Biting it biting it biting it! And I still have a nurse visit today. Maybe if I napped afterwards I could check the mail again and clean things up a bit. Im not actually sure when the mail gets delivered 🤔

#emma posts #none of my doctors are bad but all these hoops to jump through when refilling the prescriptions #ugh #the doctor that prescribed my sleep medicine wasn’t able to be reached by the pharmacy #and the prescription was expired so I need another one #so they asked my normal doctor if she could prescribe it #I don’t know what exactly happened from there but there was jumping around between two doctors one nurse and the pharmacy #I’m actually feeling bad for my pharmacy now #even though the mail never seems to be delivered on time #I should clean the dishes and the bathroom and wash some stuff #dust more #tell the apartment about the burnt out lightbulbs #why is just managing my mental and neurological issues so hard and exhausting?#some people are out there having full time jobs with these things and I don’t even work every week #I need money and insurance from the state and while I know it’s nothing to be ashamed of #it doesn’t change the fact that people have talked about people. abusing the system’#and ‘freeloading off the government and their tax dollars’#and they don’t even directly address me. yet their words dig in there #I don’t feel. ‘disabled enough’ and I have the voices of those people at the back of my head #yet I don’t think that when I’m around OTHER people who use these services #I’m like yeah. it’s fucking hard to live like this in our society #but it’s so much harder to stop thinking that about myself when I KNOW people think I’m okay enough to handle myself #logically I know I’ve only made it this far because I had assistance and I’m lucky to get what I do #but it’s still there aimed at myself because I feel like I’m somehow too functional for these services #I’ve seen what happens if I don’t get them. I crash and fall apart. but the words won’t go AWAY from my thoughts about myself #I’m way off track now. oops #after the nurse I am definitely trying a nap so I can maybe handle more of the stuff I need to do #I want disability services to be more accessible and available. I know what it’s like without them and I know people who have a harder time #than I do. and some who function a bit easier. but they all should get the help they need!!#so why can’t I think that about myself?

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onthecrescentofthehill · 7 months ago

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it’s funny when ppl talk about the harpy omelet scene and say things like “why did he do all of that? he didn’t need to. JUST doing that for laios???” (seen these nearly verbatim on posts i’ve made.)

i don’t really get how you can hear his backstory & not understand that every decision he makes within the dungeon is fueled by a profound trauma borne out of horrific, structural negligence. of course he would do fucking anything to enact his plan? if he computes “getting in laios’s favor = proxy control of the dungeon” and he has very limited time to do so, he will jump at the chance. he’s already DIED for this.

kabru has maybe the clearest possible motivation that a character can have. he has a Protagonists Motivation, and it guides him forward in a very coherent way in the beginning of the story. things get more complicated in later acts that directly address how that motivation manifests itself/gets contradicted, bc ryoko kui is great at exploring this, but it’s still extremely present.

and as a labru fan i strongly dislike the implication i see from some ppl that his interest in laios is mostly personal or romantic (posts that range from pure joke to actual ship meta.) even when taking the “confession” at face value, where i think he was telling the truth, there’s still a lot more to it than that. i think at first kabru does see laios as a means to an end in a way that’s impersonal, partly because he tends to keep everyone in his life at arms length. but that “end” (preventing history from repeating itself) is something foundational to his psyche, and we should consider that potential sense of safety getting mixed in with his warring fascination/apprehension towards laios. he’s drawn to him for visceral reasons, and his stated motivations are so intertwined with his sense of self that untangling this push-pull is much more interesting than boilerplate Yearning, to me.

it’s just confusing when any meta or basic discussion of kabru diminishes the weight utaya has on his inner world and i’m really surprised every time i see it? like i understand that different types of meta will put other lenses on things intentionally, and in most cases i think it’s an interesting tool to work with. but it’s a massive disservice to his character to put the most foundational experience of his life on the back burner ESPECIALLY when it’s in favor of shipping. dissecting character relationships, romantic or otherwise, is at its best when you have their full personhood in mind!!

#dm txt #kabru #laios touden #labru #dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi spoilers #dungeon meshi manga spoilers

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4dbeingguide · 7 months ago

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there is only one sentence you need to know as a manifestor:

the 3D/physical world isn’t real. only the mind is.

disclaimers:

this is slightly rant-y though i don’t attack you, i uplift you

excuse any grammar errors!

credit to all the artists whose art was used!

let’s get into it.

you do not exist/live in the 3D, you simply perceive your own mind and assumptions in three dimensions. the 3D is an illusion. it isn’t real. the phone you’re reading this on, your surroundings, me writing this post, “other” people, they’re not real.

this will literally answer all the questions you have about LOA. examples include:

“what if what i’m doing won’t make anything manifest in the 3D?” then boo-fucking-hoo? it wouldn’t even matter because that’s not where you live. you’re 4-dimensional. if it’s happened in the 4D, it’s fucking happened! put it in your success story list. rejoice now that it’s happened. because it has! the 3D is NOT real, the 4D is so you should be checking the 4D! think about this question: “what if it doesn’t manifest in the 2D (a world of only length and width)?” i bet you’re like “womp womp? the fuck would that have to do with me? it’s not real and i don’t live there!” give that SAME energy to the 3D. you live in the 4D.

“where is it in the 3D?” why do you care? it’s not where you live. CONSCIOUSNESS is the only reality. you heard me. you shouldn’t give a fuck about whether it will manifest in the 3D or not because the 3D doesn’t determine reality, YOU do. why do you want confirmation from an illusion when you can have confirmation from what’s actually real (the mind)?

“but if i stop caring about whether it’ll manifest in the 3D or not, it might not manifest in the 3D!” first of all, womp womp then? you don’t live in the 3D. second of all, that’s literally impossible unless you directly/intentionally assume that it’s the case. the 3D literally EXISTS as a reflection/limited perception of the mind. it’s LAW that it will come. and the last time i checked, “i don’t care whether it comes or not” and “it won’t come” are different statements. but what i just find so hilarious about this one specific doubt is that you’ve literally just PROVEN your THOUGHTS create the 3D.

“i can’t manifest abc! it goes against the laws of physics/circumstances etc” lemme just get this straight. the MIND is the only reality yet you are lying and saying it has limits based off of 3D “law”? and the 3D is not real meaning the “laws” of the 3D aren’t either? the 3D doesn’t and will never be able to tell the mind what to do. that being said, you can manifest pissing a million bucks, teleporting into a villa in italy or becoming wanda fucking maximoff and developing superpowers. you can manifest hulk hogan flying across the pacific to your door and proposing to you, hell, you can even manifest BECOMING hulk hogan. you can manifest your SPs buying you three million bentleys then making out with you in each of them. you can manifest going back in time. you. can. manifest. ANYTHING. you. can. manifest. anything. you. can. imagine. you’re OMNIPOTENT.

this one is very interesting cause it’s a response to doubts! “if i keep doubting, it won’t show up in the 3D!” the reason your doubts persist is because your mind thinks they actually mean shit and are an issue worth addressing. so what if it doesn’t show up in the 3D? it’s already happened.

“but what if im one of the odd ones out? what if i can’t manifest?” despite the fact that it’s scientific law, the rebuttal for this doubt is very simple. you wouldn’t be alive lmao. being alive is a constant act of the 3D reflecting your mind, that’s literally its only purpose. it’s an inanimate, mindless, limited perception of your mind that instantly conforms to your beliefs. you are CONSTANTLY manifesting. what you’re doing is just learning how to control WHAT you manifest. (just to set the record straight. this doesn’t mean you are to blame for your problems since you didn’t consciously choose them).

“the 3D isn’t showing me what i want!” well it isn’t real lmao? why the fuck would that matter?

one of the WORST beliefs you can have as a manifestor is that the goal of manifesting is changing the 3D. i know you (probably) came in thinking that but i want you to shed that belief. the 3D is not real. the goal is to get it in the 4D, where you live. to fully experience something, all you have to do is change your mind as that’s the the only reality. when you accomplish that goal, rejoice and move on.

this is why i very, VERY heavily dislike the statement that “an assumption persisted in will harden into fact”. no, an assumption IS a fact. only regarding something as real when it manifests in the 3D (which isn’t real) is fallacious.

“thoughts create reality” i bet you’ve heard this before in this community but i don’t like this either for this simple reason: thoughts (that you accept) ARE reality.

my biggest piece of advice to you as a manifestor is this: realize that the 3D doesn’t mean shit.

when you DO get your manifestation in the 3D, it’s perfectly fine to be happy but don’t jump up and down saying “it’s finally happened (in reality)!”. NO. it happened in reality ages ago, the 3D just caught up.

i’m gonna link some really sexy posts that will help you understand this better. most of these are scientific.

https://www.reddit.com/r/NevilleGoddard/s/AmlHe5oipA (the post is up, i don’t understand why tumblr won’t embed it)

if you liked this post, leave a like, reblog, engage, follow, let me know if this helped 🫶😭

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pucksandpower · 1 year ago

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Your Friend Steve

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Summary: it’s finally me and you, and you and me … just us, and your friend Charles

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u/yourusername · 9h

My boyfriend (26M) and I (22F) cannot get a second alone!

The two of us have been together for a few years now. We met through mutual friends and really hit it off. He’s caring, thoughtful, and we have the best time together.

The issue is ... his best friend (26M) is ALWAYS around. And I mean always. We’ll be out to dinner and bestie will show up and pull up a chair. We’ll be cuddling on the couch watching Netflix and he’ll let himself in with the spare key and wedge between us. I swear this guy is like an overeager puppy sometimes.

The other day I came home with my boyfriend and bestie was there ... sleeping on MY side of the bed because he “got lonely” at his place. And don’t get me started on trying to plan a vacation for just the two of us. Without fail, bestie always finds out where we are and shows up.

I’m happy they’re so close and I’d never want to get between them or ask my boyfriend to pick. But his best friend is starting to feel like a third wheel in our relationship. I jokingly said to my boyfriend that at this rate, bestie will be part of our engagement and marriage too!

I could really use some outside advice. How do I kindly set some boundaries with my boyfriend’s overly-attached best friend? I want all of us to still be friends but the constant third-wheeling is getting to be a bit much.

u/relationshipguru123 · 8h

Wow, this sounds really annoying and awkward! Hate to say it but your boyfriend needs to step up and set some better boundaries with his friend. As close as they may be, it’s not ok for him to let his friend crash your alone time constantly. It’s disrespectful to you and your relationship. If your bf won’t address it, you’ll have to be the “bad guy” and talk to the friend directly to give him a reality check.

u/NeedMoreSpace · 7h

I feel you, OP! My sister deals with this with her husband’s best friend too. They even joked that the friend would be IN the delivery room when they have kids one day 😳 She finally sat down with her husband and told him that while she cares about the friend, she needs some lines drawn for their marriage’s sake. Maybe suggest setting one or two date nights a week that are just for you two? And no dropping in unannounced! Compromise is key.

u/BFFboundaries · 5h

This behavior would drive me CRAZY! You need to put your foot down with your bf and tell him his friend’s constant presence is affecting your relationship. Then talk to the friend together to make it clear you just need some alone time as a couple sometimes. If they don’t respect reasonable space, it will breed resentment.

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u/DutchLion · 5h

Help! My best friend (26M) is cockblocking me without even realizing it!

I (26M) have been together with my girlfriend (22F) for a few years. She’s awesome — fun, hilarious, and crazy sexy. She puts up with my quirks and even likes watching sports with me. Absolute keeper!

The problem is, my best friend has NO boundaries. I love him like a brother but he has zero concept of personal space or alone time.

Just last night, my girl and I were enjoying some long overdue freaky time together, when who bursts through the bedroom door unannounced? Yep, my best friend. Turns out he “accidentally” made copies of my keys ages ago.

Before I can react, he’s jumped onto the bed between us asking what we’re up to. My girlfriend was mortified and hurried to cover up. There went the mood for the rest of the night thanks to Captain Cockblock!

That’s just the latest in a long string of intrusions. Double dates, surprise sleepovers in OUR bed, you name it. I’m going to have to lock down the apartment Fort Knox style to get any intimacy!

Don’t get me wrong, I would take a bullet for my best friend. But how do I politely tell him that constant third-wheeling is killing my game and giving me the most painful blue balls known to man? Is there a tactful way to set some boundaries so we BOTH stay sane and satisfied?

u/CantUnseeThat · 4h

Dude, I felt awkward just READING this! Major props to your girlfriend for being so chill. You gotta have a talk with your boy and set some hard lines. A real best friend would respect that your relationship needs privacy too.

u/Locks4aReason · 3h

Your friend needs better boundaries yesterday. Sit him down, tell him you get he’s lonely but he can’t just walk in whenever, especially when sexy times are happening! Maybe suggest setting him up on some dates so he finds fulfillments elsewhere.

u/needabroboundary · 3h

As much as you love your best friend, your personal life with your lady should be a priority over letting him run wild! Have a man-to-man talk and make it clear you just need some couple time a few days a week. Offer to schedule some designated bro time to keep that bond too. Gotta compromise.

u/needspace321 · 2h

Don’t feel bad about setting some hard boundaries, even if it bruises his ego at first. True friends will understand. Explain you just need some regular alone time with your gf. Offer a standing weekly bro night to keep the friendship intact too. You need to have that balance!

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u/PrinceOfMonaco · 3h

AITA for wanting to spend time with my best friend and his girlfriend?

Some background — my friend (let’s call him M) and I go way back to childhood. We’re basically as close as brothers. A few years ago he started dating his now serious girlfriend (we’ll call her Y).

Initially, I’ll admit I was worried M would drift away and our bromance would fade. But much to my delight, Y is awesome! She likes the same sports, laughs at my jokes, and comes to watch our competitions. Honestly it feels like I gained a sister!

Naturally, the three of us started hanging out constantly. I know me and M have always valued bro time together. But now Y joins our gaming sessions, I ride along on their date nights often, and I will even crash in their guest room after late nights! It’s been pretty great.

Or so I thought? Lately I’ve noticed them acting strange and tense around me. They barely react when I barge into their room or surprise them by their cars after work. Sometimes they pretend to be “busy” if I try making plans last minute.

I can’t figure out why though? Just the other day, I popped by to say hi only to have M rather sternly tell me I should “call before visiting from now on.” And I could swear I heard Y whisper about needing “boundaries” … whatever that means!

I’m starting to feel hurt they suddenly seem fed up with me! AITA here? Am I missing something? Someone help me decode these mixed signals!

u/needboundaries101 · 3h

YTA. I know you value your friendship but your total lack of boundaries is overbearing. Your friend is trying to set reasonable limits without damaging the friendship but you’re oblivious to all hints. Surprising them and inviting yourself along all the time is inconsiderate. Give them space!

u/respectrelationships · 3h

Soft YTA. I get you cherish the bromance and her friendship too. But constantly crashing date nights, unannounced visits, etc is cockblocking to the max! They likely feel too awkward to bluntly tell you that they need alone time too sometimes. Tone down the clinginess before you do permanent damage!

u/flying_solo · 2h

NAH but only because you seem genuinely unaware your behavior is an issue! Most people would have picked up on the hints by now. You should DEFINITELY be calling ahead before visits or tagging along to closed plans. Give them a chance to say no thanks. Gotta let your bro spread his wings too.

u/threesacrowd · 2h

YTA. You would lose your mind if your best friend was this invasive during your dates! When they make excuses or leave early, that’s NOT an invitation to join them unasked and uninvited next time! They’re just too polite to be harsh so I’ll spell it out — you have to give them personal alone time without taking offense.

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charles_leclerc happy third anniversary to my favorite couple ❤️

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maxverstappen1 thanks, mate!

charles_leclerc i’m going to pick up some dinner from that italian place we all like and i should be at your place in around 20 minutes

yourusername we really appreciate that, charlie. but you know … it’s our anniversary and we would like to celebrate alone

charles_leclerc i totally understand! that’s why i’m taking the food to go so we can celebrate alone with just the three of us

maxverstappen1 yeah but we want to ✨celebrate✨ you get me?

charles_leclerc you want me to stop and buy some sparklers?

yourusername what we’re trying to say is that we want to celebrate … in bed

charles_leclerc even better! your mattress is so comfortable and we can put some netflix on while we have a sleepover together

landonorris they’re literally spelling it out for you in black and white 💀

pierregasly mon ami, they’re trying to say they need some adult time tonight 😏 maybe skip the visit this once

danielricciardo how do i say this nicely … max and y/n are clearly desperate for uh, anniversary cuddles without you as the little spoon!

lewishamilton someone rescue my man charles from himself before it’s too late. praying the two lovebirds to get to celebrate properly tonight 😉

charles_leclerc of course we will all celebrate properly! i have champagne

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yourusername i give up 🤦‍♀️

yourusername … what flavor popcorn do you want for our sleepover?

charles_leclerc white cheddar, please!

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