#i can understand it perfectly fine still!!

[antinousletmehit]

˚₊‧꒰ა Chapter 13 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

୨୧┇Pairing: Telemachus x reader

୨୧┇warning: suggestive stuff

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The morning sunlight filtered through the high windows of the banquet hall, casting a golden glow over the rows of tables laden with bread, fruit, and roasted meats. Y/N sat beside her brother Antinous, picking at her food lazily as the boisterous laughter of the suitors echoed around her.

Antinous tore into a piece of bread, occasionally nudging her with his elbow whenever one of the other suitors made a particularly unfunny joke. She barely reacted, still preoccupied with her own thoughts, namely, the events of the night before. Her fork toyed with a piece of fruit on her plate as she tried to shake off the memory of Telemachus’s warmth beside her and the way his voice had sounded so earnest in the quiet of her room.

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted when movement caught her eye. Telemachus was passing by the hall’s entrance, dressed neatly but clearly in no rush as he walked past. For a moment, she felt relief that he didn’t stop. But then he glanced in her direction, his eyes locking with hers.

She froze, her fork stilling mid air.

He winked.

And then, as casually as if he were adjusting his tunic, he made a quick, hand motion he drifted his hands down to his crotch, then made a jerking hand motion. It was subtle enough to go unnoticed by the others but deliberate enough for her to understand the implication. Her face turned crimson in an instant. Her eyes widened, and she quickly looked back down at her plate, her heart pounding furiously.

Antinous, who had been in the middle of a conversation with Eurymachus, suddenly paused and turned to her, his brow furrowing. “What’s wrong with you?”

“W-What?” she stammered, struggling to compose herself. “You’re red as a beet,” he said, leaning closer to inspect her. “Is your food laced or something? Did someone mess with it?” He glanced suspiciously around the hall, his protective instincts kicking in. She waved a hand dismissively, her voice high pitched. “I’m fine. I just…I bit into something spicy, that’s all.”

“Spicy?” Antinous looked at her plate, unimpressed. “It’s fruit.”

“Maybe it’s bad fruit!” she snapped, shoving a piece into her mouth to demonstrate. “See? Perfectly fine now. Nothing’s wrong.” Antinous gave her a long, skeptical look, but eventually shrugged and turned back to his conversation. She exhaled quietly, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for her goblet. From the corner of her eye, she saw Telemachus disappear down the corridor, the ghost of his infuriating smirk still burning in her mind.

As she took a sip of her drink, she couldn’t help muttering under her breath, “I’m going to kill him.”

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The midday sun beat down on the palace courtyard, where Antinous stood with his arms crossed, his piercing gaze fixed on his sister. She stood in the center of the training ring, her sword raised as she faced the training dummy he had set up.

“Again,” Antinous barked. “Your footing is sloppy, and your swings lack precision. You’ll be dead before you land a hit at this rate.” She rolled her eyes but adjusted her stance, gripping her sword tighter. “You don’t have to be so dramatic, Antinous. It’s just training.”

“Training for your life,” he retorted. “Now stop talking and focus.” She exhaled sharply and swung her sword, landing a satisfying strike against the dummy’s torso. But before she could gloat, Antinous stepped forward and used the flat of his blade to knock her weapon out of her hands. “Too slow,” he said, smirking. “You left yourself wide open. Do you want me to spell out every mistake, or can you start fixing them on your own?”

She bent to pick up her sword, gritting her teeth. “You’re insufferable.”

“You’re lazy,” Antinous shot back, turning slightly to adjust his own sword belt.

It was at that moment that her eyes caught a flicker of movement from above. She glanced up discreetly and spotted Telemachus standing on the balcony overlooking the courtyard. His face was full of mischief as he placed a finger to his lips, silently asking for her cooperation.

Her lips twitched, barely suppressing a grin.

While Antinous continued lecturing her about discipline and precision, Telemachus crouched dramatically, holding an imaginary sword. He mimicked Antinous’s stern expression and stiff posture, mockingly imitating his training stance. She snorted, barely able to contain her laughter. Antinous immediately turned to her, narrowing his eyes. “What’s so funny? Did I say something amusing?”

“No,” she said quickly, biting the inside of her cheek. “Just…remembering something.” Antinous grumbled and turned back to reposition the dummy, muttering something about her lack of focus. As soon as his back was turned, Telemachus straightened and struck an exaggerated heroic pose, puffing out his chest like a pompous general. He pointed an invisible sword at her, shaking it like a lecture stick. She burst into laughter, her shoulders shaking as she tried to hold it back.

Antinous spun around, glaring. “Y/N, if you’re not going to take this seriously, then maybe I should—” But when he glanced around, he didn’t see anything unusual. His gaze flicked up to the balcony for a moment, but Telemachus was already out of sight, ducked low behind the stone railing. “Should what?” She asked innocently, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.

Antinous huffed, shaking his head. “Never mind. Pick up your sword.” She obeyed, barely able to keep a straight face as Telemachus reappeared, this time pantomiming an elaborate duel. He twirled his imaginary weapon dramatically, pretending to stumble and fall in the most ridiculous way possible. She had to clutch her stomach to stop herself from doubling over with laughter.

Antinous’s face darkened. “That’s it. What is wrong with you today?” He turned sharply, scanning the area behind him, but again, there was no sign of Telemachus. “I’m just in a good mood,” she said, managing to suppress her laughter enough to appear halfway serious.

Antinous narrowed his eyes at her but said nothing, returning to the training session with a resigned shake of his head. Above them, Telemachus gave her a cheeky salute. The training session dragged on, with Antinous pacing around his sister like a hawk circling its prey. She was supposed to be focusing on her strikes, but her attention kept slipping, particularly because Telemachus had reappeared on the balcony.

At first, he resumed his silly antics, pretending to fumble with an invisible weapon and nearly tripping over his feet. She did her best to ignore him, though a small smile tugged at her lips. Antinous noticed and scowled. “Stop smiling. There’s nothing funny about your form.”

“Right, sorry,” she muttered, biting her lip. But as Antinous turned away, Telemachus’s antics escalated. He leaned lazily against the railing, his hand tracing slow, exaggerated motions in the air. At first, Pandora wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing, but then his gestures became clearer, deliberately suggestive, playful, and entirely improper. Her face turned bright red, and she quickly looked away, her grip on her sword faltering.

“Y/N,” Antinous snapped. “Your stance! Focus!”

“I—I am!” she stammered, forcing herself to raise the sword again. Telemachus smirked at her reaction and decided to push further. His hand drifted down in an obvious motion, trailing slowly as he licked his lips with deliberate exaggeration. His expression was a mix of mischief and challenge, daring her to keep her composure.

Her grip tightened, her knuckles white around the hilt of her sword. Her entire face burned, and she felt her focus slipping completely. Antinous frowned. “Are you even listening to me? Strike the damn dummy already!”

“I’m trying!” she snapped, her voice higher-pitched than she intended. “Trying to what? Embarrass yourself?” Before she could answer, Antinous moved forward to demonstrate proper form. But Y/N, still utterly distracted and flustered, misjudged her positioning.

“Y/N, watch your—”

Antinous’s arm swung wide as he corrected her grip, and his elbow accidentally connected with the side of her face. The impact wasn’t hard enough to seriously hurt her, but it startled her, sending her stumbling back with a sharp gasp.

“Y/N!” Antinous barked, his eyes widening as he realized what he’d done. “What the hell is wrong with you? Why weren’t you paying attention?” She clutched her cheek, her face now a furious mix of embarrassment and pain. “I—nothing! I just—”

Antinous stepped closer, inspecting her with a mix of irritation and concern. “You’re flushed, distracted, and now you’re not even blocking properly. What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing!” she repeated, her voice cracking slightly. From the balcony, Telemachus stifled a laugh, though his expression softened slightly when he saw her rubbing her cheek. Still, he couldn’t help giving her one last teasing gesture, a quick, mock sympathetic kiss blown in her direction before disappearing out of sight again.

She bit her lip, her face burning hotter than ever. She glared at the spot where Telemachus had been, silently cursing him while trying to keep her brother from noticing anything else. “Go get some water,” Antinous grumbled, stepping back. “You’re obviously not in the right headspace for this. We’ll pick up again later.”

She nodded mutely, grateful for the excuse to retreat, though her mind was already racing with a mix of mortification and anger. If she didn’t deal with Telemachus soon, she was certain she’d lose her mind entirely.

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The sun filtered through the grand hall where Y/N leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, watching the suitors gamble and boast. Antinous stood nearby, speaking with Eurymachus about some idiotic bet, his sharp laugh cutting through the air. It was a typical scene of chaos and indulgence, one Pandora had grown bored of quickly.

She sighed and shifted her weight, casting her gaze toward the ornate carvings on the walls. Her mind wandered until a sudden, fleeting sensation snapped her back to reality.

Smack!

Her eyes widened in shock as she realized what had just happened. Before she could fully process it, a familiar figure darted past her, Telemachus, moving with surprising speed for someone usually so composed. His hand was already at his side, but there was no mistaking the smirk on his face as he disappeared down the corridor without so much as a backward glance.

It took a moment for the delayed reaction to kick in.

“AH!” She yelped, straightening as her face flushed with a mixture of shock and fury.

Antinous spun around at the sound of her outburst, his expression immediately shifting to one of concern. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“I—nothing!” She stammered, her face still hot as she clutched at her chiton, trying to compose herself. Antinous narrowed his eyes, stepping closer. “Nothing doesn’t make you yell like that. Did someone do something?” His voice dropped into a dangerous tone, his hand instinctively moving toward the dagger at his side.

“No, no!” She waved him off frantically, forcing a nervous laugh. “I just…tripped, that’s all!” Antinous raised a brow, clearly unconvinced. “You’re acting weird. Who were you looking at just now?”

“Uh—no one!” she said quickly, her eyes darting down the hallway where Telemachus had vanished. “It’s nothing, really!” Antinous crossed his arms, still suspicious but unwilling to press further in the crowded hall. “If anyone messes with you, you tell me. Got it?”

“Of course!” She said, her voice a pitch too high.

As Antinous finally turned his attention back to Eurymachus, she exhaled sharply, her hand twitching with the urge to storm after Telemachus and give him a piece of her mind. But she hesitated, knowing she couldn’t act without drawing her brother’s attention. Eurymachus gave her a knowing smirk, and raised his eyebrow, oh how badly she wanted to rip that ugly smirk off, but Instead, she gritted her teeth, glaring down the hallway.

He’s going to regret that, she vowed silently, her cheeks still burning as she plotted her revenge.

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The next morning, Y/N strolled through the palace corridors with extra confidence in her step. The sunlight filtering through the arches warmed the marble floors beneath her feet, but her mind was entirely focused on the payback she’d planned for Telemachus.

It wasn’t long before she passed by the dining hall and spotted him. There he sat at a modest table with his mother, Penelope, delicately sipping from a goblet while nibbling on bread and olives. He looked…calm, far too calm for someone who’d pulled the stunt he had yesterday. Let’s fix that, she thought, her lips curling into a devilish grin.

She slowed her pace as she entered the hall, deliberately letting her footsteps echo. Telemachus glanced up, meeting her gaze, and his expression instantly stiffened, his body going rigid.

“Y/N,” Penelope greeted warmly, unaware of the tension.

“Lady Penelope,” she replied sweetly, dipping her head in respect. She moved to pass by the table, but instead of continuing on, she stopped just far enough in Telemachus’s line of sight to execute her plan.

With a casual stretch, she raised her arms above her head, letting her tunic cling to her figure for a brief moment before bringing her hands down in a slow, deliberate motion. Her fingers traced along her sides as she leaned slightly against the doorway, her hips shifting in an exaggerated sway. Telemachus’s face turned a deep shade of red as his jaw clenched. He darted a glance at his mother, who was entirely focused on her plate, thankfully oblivious.

But she wasn’t done.

She bit her lip playfully, her eyes locking onto Telemachus’s as her hand made an exaggerated sweeping motion across her abdomen. Then, in a bold move, she placed one hand on her hip and tilted her head, mouthing a silent kiss in his direction before trailing her fingers along the edge of the doorway and stepping forward in a slow strut.

Telemachus choked on his drink, coughing violently into his goblet. Penelope frowned, glancing at her son with concern. “Telemachus? Are you all right?”

“Yes!” he squeaked, hastily wiping his mouth. “Fine! Perfectly fine!” Y/n smirked, savoring the sight of his flustered state. She swayed her hips just a little more as she made her way out of the room, glancing back over her shoulder for good measure.

Telemachus caught the glance and glared at her, though the blush on his face betrayed his frustration. She winked at him before disappearing down the hall, her laughter echoing faintly behind her. Back in the dining hall, Penelope studied her son with a raised brow. “You’ve been acting strange lately. Are you sure nothing is bothering you?”

“No, Mother,” Telemachus muttered, avoiding her gaze. “Nothing at all.” But as he stared down at his plate, his appetite completely gone, he knew Y/N wouldn’t let him live this down anytime soon.

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It was a crisp, sunny morning, and Telemachus found himself in the garden, crouched beside his mother as she carefully pruned a bed of roses. Penelope had insisted he take some time to help her, claiming it would clear his mind and teach him patience. He agreed, though he couldn’t help but think about how uncharacteristically peaceful the palace felt today. He brushed his hands against the soil, pulling out a stubborn weed, when a shadow flickered in the corner of his vision.

Y/N.

She stood near the garden path, her arms clasped behind her back as she hummed a soft tune. Telemachus stiffened immediately, shooting her a warning glare. She met his eyes and gave him the sweetest, most innocent smile, too sweet, in fact.

What is she up to now? he thought, already bracing himself. As Penelope moved to trim another section of bushes, y/n stepped closer to the herb garden, pretending to inspect the lavender. She bent down slowly, arching her back just enough to draw attention, her hands trailing dramatically over the plants.

Telemachus froze, his jaw tightening as his gaze snapped back to the soil. “Focus,” he muttered to himself, tugging at another weed.

But Pandora wasn’t done. She shifted her position, swaying her hips as she leaned forward even further, plucking a sprig of lavender and raising it to her nose with an exaggerated flourish. She inhaled deeply, her eyes fluttering closed as if she were experiencing the most divine scent in the world. Telemachus felt heat creeping up his neck. He refused to look up, but her movements were impossible to ignore.

Penelope, still oblivious, glanced at her son. “Telemachus, could you hand me the shears?”

“Y-yes, Mother,” he stammered, fumbling with the gardening tools. As he stood to hand them over, his eyes involuntarily flicked back to Pandora, who was now on her knees, reaching deep into the bushes. Her chiton shifted slightly, exposing just enough of her thigh to make him gulp audibly.

Y/n glanced over her shoulder, catching his stare, and smirked. She tilted her head innocently, feigning confusion as she said, “Oh, Telemachus, is something wrong? You look…distracted.”

“Nothing’s wrong!” he snapped, his voice cracking slightly. Penelope raised an eyebrow at her son’s sudden outburst. “Are you sure? You seem a little flushed.”

“I’m fine,” Telemachus said quickly, thrusting the shears into her hands before crouching back down to attack the weeds with unnecessary harshness. Y/n chuckled softly, brushing her hands over the lavender as she stood. She gave him one last lingering look, tilting her hips slightly before walking away with deliberate slowness, her laughter trailing behind her like a playful melody.

Telemachus clenched his fists, glaring down at the dirt as if it had personally wronged him.

“Patience,” Penelope said gently, misinterpreting his frustration. “Gardening is all about patience.”

“Right,” he muttered through gritted teeth, though in his mind, he was already plotting how to get her for this.

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The stone hallway echoed with the soft shuffle of footsteps as Telemachus walked alongside his mother. Penelope was explaining something about palace affairs, her tone calm and measured, while Telemachus nodded politely, half listening and half lost in his own thoughts. Behind them, Y/N crept along the wall like a shadow, her eyes locked on Telemachus. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she tiptoed closer. Her fingers twitched with anticipation, her smirk growing wider by the second.

Just as they reached a quiet stretch of the hall, she struck. Her hand shot out with precision, landing a sharp smack on Telemachus’s ass. The sound reverberated through the hallway like a clap of thunderbringer.

“AH!” Telemachus yelped, jumping nearly a foot in the air and clutching at ass. He whipped around, his face a mix of outrage and confusion, only to see Y/N standing there, frozen mid step like a child caught stealing sweets. “Y/N?” Penelope’s voice was sharp but measured, her eyes narrowing as she looked between her son and her.

Telemachus’s face burned red as he pointed an accusatory finger at her. “What is wrong with you?!” She quickly straightened, smoothing out her chiton as if nothing had happened. She raised her chin and, with a dramatic flourish, said, “There was a fly on his ass!”

Penelope blinked, her expression utterly unreadable.

“A… fly?” she repeated, her voice tinged with disbelief.

“Yes,” Y/N said, nodding with all the false sincerity she could muster. “A very persistent one. I merely did what any good citizen of Ithaca would do, protected the royal family from such a vile creature.” Telemachus looked like he might die on the spot. “Are you serious right now?”

Y/N shot him a look, silently pleading for him to go along with it, but it was too late. Penelope crossed her arms, her expression unimpressed. “Y/N,” the queen began, her tone sharp but restrained. “I would expect this sort of behavior from a child, not from someone in your position.” She winced, her mischievous bravado faltering. “I swear it won’t happen again, Lady Penelope.”

“It had better not,” Penelope replied, her eyes narrowing. “If you cannot behave yourself, I will have a word with your brother.”

The mention of Antinous made Y/N’s stomach sink. She nodded quickly, her usual confidence replaced with uncharacteristic meekness. Penelope sighed and turned back to her son, who was still glaring at Pandora. “Come along, Telemachus. We have work to finish.”

As they walked away, she let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. But as soon as Penelope’s back was turned, she couldn’t resist sticking her tongue out at Telemachus.

He groaned, rubbing his temples as he muttered under his breath, “Why me?” She stayed behind, biting her lip to stifle her laughter until she was sure they were out of earshot.

“Totally worth it,” she muttered to herself.

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Y/N spotted Telemachus and Penelope walking side by side again through another hallway again. Her lips curled into a mischievous smirk as she silently trailed behind them. The temptation to mess with Telemachus one more time was too strong to resist. This time, she planned to be quicker, smoother. She would land her strike and dart away before Penelope even noticed she was there. Steeling herself, she crept closer. Her hand hovered just behind Telemachus’s back, ready to make its move. But at the last second, Penelope stepped ever so slightly into Pandora’s path, completely oblivious to the chaos about to ensue.

SMACK!

Y/N’s hand collided with Penelope’s ass instead of Telemachus’s.

The queen froze mid step, her back straightening like a string had been pulled taut. Telemachus whipped around, his jaw dropping as he took in the scene. Y/N, meanwhile, had turned pale as ghost. Her hand hovered awkwardly in the air where Penelope’s back had just been, and she looked like she might faint on the spot.

Penelope turned slowly, her expression a mix of shock and simmering fury. “Y/N,” she said, her voice low and dangerous. “What in the name of the gods was that?” Pandora stammered, her usual quick wit utterly failing her. “I—uh—it was—” She glanced desperately at Telemachus, who was too busy trying not to burst into laughter to be of any help. “I-It was an accident!” She finally blurted out.

“An accident?” Penelope repeated, her eyebrow arching in disbelief.

“Yes!” Y/N nodded furiously. “I was aiming for—” She stopped herself just in time, realizing that admitting the truth would only make things worse. “I—I thought I saw…another fly?”

Penelope’s eyes narrowed. “Another fly.”

Y/N nodded again, sweating profusely. “Yes, exactly! A huge, menacing one! It’s been buzzing around all day, really. You didn’t see it?” Penelope crossed her arms, clearly unconvinced. “This wouldn’t happen to be the same imaginary fly you claimed to see earlier, would it?”

Telemachus, unable to hold it in any longer, let out a snort of laughter, which he quickly tried to disguise as a cough. Penelope’s gaze shifted to her son, then back to Y/N. “Did Antinous put you up to this?” she asked sharply. “Because this reeks of one of his idiotic schemes.”

Her eyes widened in panic. “No! No, Antinous has nothing to do with this, I swear!” Penelope studied her for a long, tense moment before letting out a heavy sigh. “Y/N, I am this close to losing my patience with you. Whatever this nonsense is, it ends now. Am I clear?”

“Yes, my lady,” she mumbled, looking thoroughly chastised. Penelope shook her head and turned to Telemachus. “Come along, Telemachus. Let’s leave before she causes any more trouble.”

As they walked away, Y/N slumped against the wall, her face burning with embarrassment. She could feel Telemachus’s smug grin without even looking at him. Just before they disappeared around the corner, Telemachus glanced back, his expression somewhere between amusement and triumph. “Nice aim,” he mouthed, before turning back to his mother.

She groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Why does this keep happening to me?”

@procrastination20 @jackiepackiee @barrythestrawberry041 @blessedbyahuntress @f3r4lfr0gg3r @permanently-nothere @eyuunho

[c4rvingmyname]

Asmo's (Drunken) Love

tags: asmo/MC, GN MC, literally sleeping sleeping together, short & sweet

words: 774

summary: MC takes care of a tipsy Asmo

I posted this old ass fic a few months ago here, idk why I'm just now getting around to posting it here lol.

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Asmo stumbled alongside them, his hand wrapped around MC's wrist. They weren't sure he was fully conscious, which would definitely be understandable given how much he had drunk.

Each time he almost fell, they would put their hands on Asmo's waist, steadying him, and he would giggle as if he was being touched inappropriately every time.

“Asmo?” MC muttered, making sure he was still awake.

“Hm?” Asmo hummed in response, his head slumping.

“Let's get you to bed, okay?” they said, helping Asmo walk to his bed. It was much bigger than the one they stayed in—it was literally a princess bed.

They hadn't been in his room much, other than a few brief visits, much to Asmo's dismay, who invited them for a “sleepover” every other day. Though they were sure there wouldn't be much sleeping, who knows?

Asmo was very sweet if you looked past his blatant facade of narcissism.

MC pulled back the covers of his bed, helping him lie down gently (as he would plop down hard without their guidance no doubt). He sighed, turning his head away from MC.

Asmo always raved about not going to bed in “outside clothes” to avoid dirty sheets, but MC thought it would be a little intrusive to change his clothing.

MC put his shoes down after they slid them off, then covered him up, brushing some of his hair from his face. Mostly to make sure he wasn't hot, but they also enjoyed touching him. Something they would never admit, as it would only fuel his ego. How much bigger could it even get?

“I like when you touch me like that,” Asmo muttered, making them retract their hand. They were sure he wasn't aware of what was going on, or at least he hadn't been a minute ago.

He wasn't faking it again, was he? Asmo was prone to pretending he was helpless just for physical affection he could have simply asked for. Like he already always asked for.

You'd think by now he'd be more upfront with his true feelings, wouldn't you?

“Do you feel okay?” MC asked, adjusting the cover over Asmo. “If you feel well enough, I can go back to my room.”

Asmo nodded, turning his head to look at them. “But I don't want you to leave.” Asmo barely had his eyes open, they were glazed over, and his makeup was smudged. “I'd like it a lot if you stayed with me,” he continued.

MC couldn't really say no to him, not when he looked so cute and needy. They might even like him a lot better like this, all flushed and sweeter than usual.

“Fine, I can stay. But you have to behave; this is strictly for sleeping.”

In less than a minute of MC lying down in the bed with him, Asmo was already clinging onto them, nuzzling into their chest, and his hands digging into their side.

His bed was just as soft as his skin; MC would likely get hot sleeping here, they mused. Asmo did say he slept naked for “breathability,” which would explain how he's perfectly comfortable. MC could feel his heartbeat, causing their own to speed up and sync with his.

Asmo’s eyes fluttered open for a moment, and he managed a sleepy smile. “I wish you slept here with me more…” he mumbled. “It's so much more comfortable when you're with me.”

He tilted his head up, looking up at MC with a very dreamy, unfocused look. “I really love you, do you love me back? Say you love me back,” he said, his hand settling on MC’s stomach to rest.

“I do love you, Asmo, don't worry,” they replied, punctuating it with a gentle kiss on his forehead. “I just don't love the front you put up.”

“I just want you to love me, is all I need, okay? Forget about the rest…” He whispered, out of exhaustion. “You and I… forever? Right? You'll never leave me?” He asked, intertwining his soft hand with theirs.

MC smiled, letting it go for now, resting their head on top of his to get comfortable. “I promise I won't leave you. Even after I die, I'll haunt you.”

Asmo hummed, reaching for their hand again. “That sounds nice,” he mused. “If only you could.”

MC ran their fingers through his hair, watching as his breathing slowed as he (finally) fell asleep. Asmo was always so open about his feelings—yet when it came to the emotions he thought would taint his perfection, he was rather dishonest.

One thing MC didn't doubt though, was that Asmo did truly love them.

[muirmarie]

something about getting to the end of something you're making and just like. reconciling yourself to the fact that it's kind of garbage. and then looking at it again a few days later and being like. actually. this is pretty good. and then you get so used to this cycle that when you're at the point of actively thinking something you're making is garbage...you're smart enough to know rationally that you're just In The Thick Of It and it will probably look pretty a-okay in a few days. you're a smart person! you understand this! but somehow. it still just looks like garbage. even though you KNOW what your brain is doing. you know it!! you understand!!!

anyway what's that called.

[downsteepy]

i am very grateful that im not someone that has to deal with daily seizures but it is evil when it takes like a week and a half's worth of business days to recover from a seizure

[brynn-lear]

I never got too deep into enstars but there are days where I miss Mama 😔

[queerstudiesnatural]

the sex education ep about disability rep and accessibility has me bawling on the floor i'm a fucking mess. FINALLY. finally we're talking about this.

watching all the students have a sit-in until the lift gets fixed made me break down crying like oof. ok. yeah 😭

[aha-chuu]

Dan Heng is no longer a dragon looking man and (unless I'm extremely unobservant) it's not explained at all!!! He looks really boring in comparison and I'm so glad I chose not to pull for what seems to be a two hour transformation 👍👍

[letsgoleliana]

its so weird trying to go back to learn a language after years away from it bc you basically have to go back to the start to make sure ur not building on shoddy foundations but its like. i know all of this already. but i didnt remember i knew it until i read it. so it feels like i am both learning and not learning at the same time

[arolesbianism]

Guess who's thinking abt eg au again

[whoviandoodler]

hot take but pirating books serves the same function as watching game playthroughs

[rivilu]

The more I think about the story through Daeran's pov the more insane i go. btw.

[sesamenom-sideblog]

actually i changed my mind i'm inflicting my tags upon all of you

Damn good XKCD today if you haven’t seen it, lads.

[salemlunaa]

STOP WITH THE NEEDINESS ❦

wanna shift? let me put you out of your misery

This is the only method you need to induce pure consciousness/ tap into the “I AM”/ tap into the void:

relax, deep breathing

affirm “I AM”

relax some more

detach, get lost in the darkness of your closed eyes

you’re done, you’ve shifted

there are no if ands or buts, there’s no “i was so close”, “it just doesn’t work for me”. this method cannot fail, there is no such thing, at all, it’s you who focuses too much on the symptoms, it’s you gets upset when “nothing happens” before rolling over to go to sleep just to endure another day in your shitty reality. it’s you who fails to see your own potential and it’s only you who can change that

this is the basic method that works for anyone with a conscious and subconscious mind,

it’s not anyone’s fault that you’ve decided to overcomplicate it

that’s the basic fucking template you don’t need shit but yourself

stop with the neediness it’s getting kinda pathetic

You dont need to follow some stupid 10k affirmation challenge

You don’t need to follow any challenges lasting weeks

You don’t need subliminals or waves or a guided meditation

You don’t need to ask bloggers the same shit and vent about how you “just can’t do it”

You don’t need to lucid dream

You don’t need any of this

again the basic template is only difficult to you because of the over-complication of it all

Let me give you an example: Imagine you’re a baker and there’s this iconic legendary baker who has this incredible, world famous cake, they give the world a recipe to it and it’s quite simple. how can such a simple recipe impress the taste buds of so many? it doesn’t matter about the how or why, it just does. But so many bakers around the world, including you, are scared of not impressing their customers so they add all this other shit to the recipe that was perfectly fine. And it just makes everything so complicated, all because they don’t trust that the original recipe will be able to impress and satisfy their customers.

That basic recipe is the “method” that Neville gave to us, he didn’t have tumblr, he didn’t have youtube to binge fucking yoga nidra meditation videos. He didn’t have a phone to inhale subliminal after subliminal like it’s a full time job. He didn’t have bloggers shoving 10k challenges down his throat, and guess what, he was just fine! Stop overcomplicating the recipe, all you need is the mind. You don’t need a fucking routine, all you need is you

But I know there are some people who will look at this, scroll past and still scan their feed, scrambling for an “instant method” like some junky. And to that i say, go ahead, waste your days overcomplicating the act of shifting consciousness, waste your days overconsuming, doomscrolling, complaining. The law and the art of shifting was always real and will continue to be real while you sit there with absolutely nothing, so go ahead. Rack your brain to the point of a headache, to the point of insanity trying to understand what’s right infront of you, you’re only doing yourself harm.

shifting consciousness/ the “I AM” state/ the void is a basic ability, it’s like breathing, just fucking do it

IT’S A BASIC ABILITY, YOU DONT NEED POINTERS 🎀💋

[sunbeamfae]

idk how else to describe it but some songs sound like the vocals were recorded on a podcast type mic and it bothers me

[jinwoosbabyboo]

"Love and Deep Pockets"

Our LADS Men are financially stable we know this however.....what kind of provider are they? Walk with me....

Zayne

Type: Head of Household

I see Zayne as the traditional head of the household type of man. However he respects you and understands that if you want to work you're free to do so. Just know that all the money you make is yours alone.

MC: Let me pay for something! Zayne: Just let me take care of you

If you really insist on paying he will let you if that's what will make you happy/feel better. Otherwise he's covering all the bills, dates, trips, etc. the only thing that gets split 50/50 are household duties and even then you have to strong arm your way into the kitchen or into doing any of the cleaning.

Zayne is incredibly self sufficient; he's clean and orderly. He is used to keeping his house clean and his clothes washed, pressed, and folded. He's almost unreal with how perfect he is.

The only time you really spend your own money is when it's a surprise for him or when you're alone. He enjoys taking care of you because he absolutely adores you. You're a dream come true and he'll do anything to keep you happy.

Rafayel

Type: Head of Household, False Sense of Independence Provider

If you want to be spoiled he's perfectly fine with that. He's rich and you're his babygirl as long as he can see that smile and be around you he's a happy camper.

Now if you are hell bent on splitting 50/50 Rafayel will let you think you two are splitting bills and things 50/50 meanwhile all the money you send him for half of anything he's putting it into an account that's just collecting interest. He will let you pay for anything and everything you want but best believe he's reimbursing you behind your back.

He'd laugh when you figure it out and try to cuss him out.

MC: I gave you that money to help with the bills Rafayel: and it did help .... it helped me giggle while you thought I'd actually let you pay for anything.

Xavier

Type: Head of Household, No Argument

Xavier is also traditional in a way I mean he's a prince. He is definitely providing everything with no argument. The day you decided to move in with him your bill paying days were over. He let you have your independence when you lived alone, but now you're in his care.

MC: I could've paid for it Xavier: I know but now you don't have to

You can go shopping, buy groceries, buy lunch .... if you're by yourself. If he's with you expect him to already be sliding his card into your hand or directly into the card reader before you can even pull yours out. You have to damn near fist fight this man to pay for anything.

Sylus

Type: Sugar Daddy, Head of Household, Spoiled Brat

SYYLLUUUSSSS. I need him in ways that are unhealthy. This man is spoiling the absolute FUCK out of you. He gave you his black card like it was nothing and asking to spend his money is a 'trivial matter'

You had a bad day? Deposit. You had a good day? Deposit. He misses you? Deposit. Just because? Deposit.

Don't even think about trying to pay for something with your own money. He's the type to hide your cards and slip his into your wallet just so you have no choice, but to spend his money.

MC: I have my own money you know Sylus: Im more than aware kitten I just dont care

Whats his is yours and what's yours is yours. That’s his mentality all he wants to do is make sure you want for nothing and you have the most comfortable life with him.

Don't worry if you still want to work he wouldn't stop you, but those weekly or biweekly checks are just going to be collecting interest because it won't be touched.

[alexiroflife]

"first day"

fluff, happy fushiguro family, slice of life, megs' first day of school send-off

Synopsis: you've been dating toji for a while now and megumi subconsciously calls you mom for the first time on his way out the door

to sum it up: you adore the little family you've come to be a part of

WC: 1,701

Warning(s): none

"Megs!" you call out, standing by the front door awaiting the dark-haired boy's arrival. He soon shuffles around the corner from his room, throwing a bag over his shoulder with a tired expression on his face.

His father turns to watch him walk in, crossing his arms as he leans against the counter. "The hell were you doing in there that took you so long?"

"Nothing," Megumi grumbles, moving to brush past the two of you to rush to the door. "I just wanted to look presentable, that's all."

"So you took thirty minutes to get ready?" Toji quirks a brow.

"Believe it or not, dad, some would say that's not enough time to get ready in the morning."

"Not at all, actually," you agree.

Toji tugs the corner of his mouth in judgment. " Well, you should know," he says to you. "You spend at least ten years in the bathroom when we have somewhere to go."

You scoff, rolling your eyes. "That's such an overreaction. I never take any longer than an hour." Megumi and his father exchange knowing looks and you place your hand on your hip. "What?"

"Don't worry baby," Toji assures you. "It's okay to be in denial."

"We've timed it before. The last time we all went out to dinner as a family, you took two and a half hours to get dressed," Megumi adds.

"That's only because I had to shower and pick out an outfit then do my hair and makeup," you defend.

"Isn't that a little overkill? It takes me half that time to shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, and get some homework done."

"Whatever. Your sister would understand," you sigh.

"Unfortunately, she may be worse than you."

"Women," Toji tsks. You slap his bicep and he pretends to flinch, smirking down at you playfully. "Ouch."

"Alright, well, I'm ready now. I don't wanna be late," the sixteen year old says, turning back to reach for the door handle.

"Ah ah ah, wait!" you stop him. "You're not going anywhere without me getting a good look at you. Turn around, I wanna see how the uniform fits."

Megumi lowers his head and complies, turning back around stiffly for you to admire him. You press your hand to your lips to conceal your smile, eyes gleaming with pride as you look over the sharp navy jacket and pants he adorns.

"Awwww," you coo. "It fits perfectly! How does it feel?"

"Pretty good," Megumi nods, moving his arm around slightly to show his mobility in the fabric. "It's comfortable too. It shouldn't be a problem during missions."

"I still can't believe how quickly time has gone by," you muse. "You're already going into your first year at Jujutsu High! Are you excited?"

"You better be," Toji grunts. "Your uncle Gojo hasn't gotten off my ass about your enrollment for years. At least now, he'll finally shut up."

"I still don't understand why I have to have him as a teacher. He's such a moron, I doubt he'll teach us anything useful," Megumi mumbles.

"Moron or not, he's the strongest sorcerer of the modern age and he's helped out so much. I'm sure he'll be able to give you a good experience," you say positively.

"We talkin' about the same Gojo here? The one who trashed my house playing tag with Megumi and the dogs in the living room?" Toji points out and his son grits his teeth at the memory.

"Oh come on, Satoru was like twenty one back then. I can only imagine the crazy shit you've with the kids when you were raising them," you tease.

"You don't even want to know," Megumi exhales.

"Please, you came out just fine, didn’t ya?” Toji says, reaching out his hand to ruffle at Megumi's spiky hair. The teen recoils, craning his head away and shielding himself with his arm.

"Quit it. I'm not five anymore."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're all grown up now, I know. Gonna be a first-grade sorcerer before I can even blink an eye."

"Who said that I would be first grade? I'm only a first year."

"Yeah, and look at who your pops is," Toji grins. "Plus, you got an advantage that I never had. You'll do just fine."

Megumi hums indifferently, doubting himself momentarily but accepting the words nonetheless. "Alright, are we ready?"

"No, not yet!" you pull out your phone quickly and open the camera. "I need to get pictures."

The blue-eyed boy slumps. "(Y/n), I gotta go."

"I know, I know, just a few," you promise, holding your camera up to capture his awkward figure in the frame. "Okay, smile."

Megumi doesn't, and of course you don't actually expect him to. Instead, he calmly stares at the camera with his arms at his sides, unsure of what to do with themselves. Toji moves to stand behind you, leaning down to take a peak at the million pictures you're snapping.

"Toji, go stand with him so I can get one with the both of you."

The two groan simultaneously. "Doll, can we just focus on gettin' the kid to school?"

"It's fine. His stuff is already moved into his dorm. We have time."

"But-"

"Shut up and go stand with your son, now," you glare firmly up at the green-eyed man and he huffs.

"Yes, ma'am."

Toji raises a hand to his hip and tilts his head boredly as he stands beside Megumi, the two of them sharing the exact same blank stare as they look into the camera. You squeal happily. "You two are so cuteee!"

"We done, now?"

"No, I wanna get one more with Megs, and then I'm good." The boys give you a look, but you wave them off. "I mean it! Gosh, here Toji. Take our picture."

Toji obliges, grabbing your phone from your hand as you rush over to the tall boy. His expression melts into serenity as you place your hands on his shoulders and lean your head against his arm, smiling widely at the camera as a hint of a smile touches Megumi's lips.

Toji's heart warms at the sight, watching the way his son grows comfortable in your presence. The picture of the two of you looks so natural t to him like you are meant to be a part of his family, which he knows you are.

He snaps the photo and nods. "Got it."

You exhale, turning to face Megumi. You brush your hands over his shoulders to straighten his jacket, ridding it of any lint and wrinkles. "Okay, Megumi, please remember to be safe."

"I know. I will," he nods.

"And don't be too reckless when it comes to training."

"I won't."

"And try to make friends. I know how easy it is for you to push others away."

"I'll try."

You press your lips together with a final sigh, looking over Megumi's face warmly. You wrap your arms safely around him into a hug, your emotions getting the best of you. You have spent the past year caring for Megumi like your own, and watching him head off to achieve his goals makes your heart swell with joy and fear all the same.

"Text me or your father or Tsumiki if you need anything. Anything at all," you tell him. He returns your hug gently.

"Okay," he chuckles lightly and you pull away. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

"...I know you will..." you pout. "Okay, I'll let you go. Good luck. I hope you have an amazing first day. I'll see you at the end of the week, yeah?"

"Mhm. I'll call you to let you know how the day went later."

"Please do."

Toji hands you back your phone and walks toward the door with Megumi. "Let's get a move on," he says. He leans over quickly to peck your lips farewell. "I'll be back in a few."

"Don't speed, Toji."

"Speeding gets you places quicker," he winks and you suck your teeth disapprovingly. Megumi opens the door, his dad gripping the frame.

"Bye, boys. Stay out of trouble," you wave, eyes glassy as you watch Megumi walk out.

"See ya, doll."

"Bye, mum."

The three of you freeze the second the words hit the air, everyone stilling in their tracks.

You feel your heart burst as overwhelming happiness consumes you. Megumi keeps his face forward, hiding his reddening cheeks as he processes what he has just said. Toji stares at the back of his son's head, eyes wide, before he turns to look at you to find your shocked, giddy face.

You don't have any time to reply when Megumi clears his throat suddenly, sweat dotting his forehead, and he walks rigidly out of the house and swiftly down the hall without looking back.

Toji stays behind, keeping an eye on you when you look up at him, stunned. "Did he just...?" you murmur.

"Yep."

Your eyes immediately well with tears and your lips wobble, your hands flying over your mouth. "He sees me as his mom?" you whisper.

Toji chuckles, ducking down to you with his hand still gripping the door. "Of course he does. He's always adored you. Him and Tsumiki."

"I'm gonna cry."

The assassin chuckles softly, pressing his thumb to the corner of your eye gently. "You're already cryin.'"

"Shut up," you sniff. "God, I love those kids so much. I just wanna give him all the hugs in the world."

"And you'll be able to. There isn't a better woman on this planet to be there for the kids," he kisses your cheek. "That's why I plan t'marry you someday."

"Fuck you, Toj. You're gonna make me cry even more."

"Sorry, baby. Can't help talkin' about it," he leans back to the doorway. "Let me get the kid squared away and make sure he's not dyin' of embarrassment, then I'll be back to talk to ya about makin' this official."

"You're being for real?"

"Of course I am."

You lower your hands and beam. "Tell Megumi I love him and get back here soon."

"I will," he hums. "But I thought you said no speeding?"

"Just- make sure the two of you at least get to the school in one peace."

He smirks. "Will do, doll."