#i mean its completely obvious but never realized how Bad it is

[vanillashusband]

uh oh.

i really am touch starved

[etapereine]

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[meticulousmaker]

another random thing that stands out to me rewatching Steven Universe as an adult:

throughout the show there's this clear Vibe that Steven has inherited some big magical destiny, right? and it makes sense narratively: he's the son of Rose Quartz, leader of the rebellion, now being raised by her friends who were the last remaining survivors of an interstellar war. he's like a human child in most ways, except he has magical powers that start to become more obvious as he's getting older. no one like him has ever existed before. it's a big deal. raising him and figuring out how he's going to grow is its own unique challenge, because nobody knows what to expect. so of course there's this magical destiny vibe, given all that.

What's interesting to me, though, is that this magical destiny is in no way literally, physically present in the story, it's just something everyone kinda feels. Like, there's not some ancient prophecy about a half-gem, half-human savior. He's not the Chosen One in any literal sense, he just happens to give off Chosen One vibes. And I say that's interesting because it means that the fact he was kinda raised with this Chosen One vibe is completely a decision everyone around him made, for better or for worse. And the show is aware of this, because the weight of Rose's legacy and everyone's expectations of him is a constant theme, and as Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl all grow and develop, they also realize the downsides of them putting those expectations on a child. Like, Steven spends his whole childhood being told about how great Rose was, and how because he's inherited her gem he will probably inherit her powers - and that's not necessarily a bad thing. Imagine how awful things could have been if Steven had no exposure to the Gems and no knowledge of what they were or how they worked, and then his powers started coming in? It was hard enough even when he was surrounded by the most qualified Gem Experts on Earth. But being primed for all of this "you're going to have your mother's magical powers" stuff put a heavy weight on his shoulders, and then the fact that nobody else quite knew how his abilities worked meant he was constantly faced with the adults in his life looking to him with concern because they didn't know what was happening with him. That's gotta leave an impression on a kid - and, well, throughout the show and especially in SU Future we definitely see that it does.

I like the way the show handles the pressure that's put on him, and the fact that everyone is just... trying their best in a completely unprecedented situation. Nobody knows what to do or how to raise this kid, and that inevitably causes problems but everyone is trying. And Steven can feel that everyone is trying without knowing what to do and he just wants to help and not be a burden and none of his caretakers have said that he's a burden but he can feel everyone's confusion and concern and the expectations he's not living up to and he cares so much, about everyone, about everything. He's in an extremely unique position that grants him opportunities to help that nobody else has, and he feels like he's failing everyone if he can't fulfill that, and in the end it never should have been his job to fix things but somebody had to try. Somebody had to try, and he was one of the only people with the ability to stop the Diamonds, stop the war, stop the lies, stop his world and everyone on it from being destroyed... and he was just a kid.

[naughtyjjk]

jjk men on the last day of no nut november

characters: nanami, geto, gojo, toji | fem x reader warnings: 18+, smut, dry humping, orgasm denial, tease, masturbation, dildo, creampie noo!! i meant to post this yesterday on nov 30 but i was really busy. anyway, here it is now. the scenario is: somehow, you and the jjk men have made it to the end of NNN. here's what happens just minutes before dec 1.

NANAMI...

he wants to complete this challenge fair and square. which means that it's 11:40 pm, twenty minutes before november ends, and he won't even let you touch him. he knows exactly how sensitive he is right now, how being deprived of sex this past month has affected him both mentally and physically. if he gives in even a little bit now, he won't be able to stop himself.

and he's so close to winning. only a few minutes away before it's december.

when you try to reach out to him for the fifth time tonight, nanami growls and grabs you by the wrist, pinning your arms above your head on the bed. he leans in to whisper by your ear, "no cheating."

the words make you shudder, only turning you on more as you feel his hot breath next to you. his voice is low and strained; he's holding himself back, too. somehow, that makes this whole situation even hotter.

you've both stripped down to only your undergarments: bra and panties for you, and boxers for nanami. this is the farthest he would let you go. if you took the next step, if you were completely naked, nanami is sure that he wouldn't be able to control himself.

"come on," you beg him. "it's almost time, anyway. we can—"

"no." nanami stands firm. "you wanted this, so we're going to do it properly."

groaning, you think about how it's so unfair. sure, you did suggest this challenge, but you didn't realize just how difficult it would be to avoid having sex for an entire month, how much hornier it would make you to have this restriction.

and it's not like nanami is unaffected, either. you see the way he's looking at you while his body hovers over yours, eyes wandering to where your bra cups your breasts, the smooth skin of your stomach. he wants it too, as badly as you do.

his boxers are tight, making his erection painfully obvious. it stretches against the fabric, wanting to break free from its confines, but nanami makes no move to pull out his cock.

he needs something, though—some stimulation even if it's not direct contact. through your clothes, nanami begins to grind against you, pushing your knees apart and dry humping you on the bed with quick rolls of his hips.

you moan brokenly when you feel his hard cock between your legs, pressed against your wet panties. even this is too much. he rocks back and forth, almost like he's already lost control of himself, rutting shamelessly into you.

you feel dizzy with arousal. you could come like this, if he keeps it up, especially with the way the tip of his cock is brushing past your clit, fuck, he's really going to make you come.

"ken—kento—o-oh my god—"

nanami's hips stutter as his rhythm falters, the pleasure building up for him, and he's almost there as well. his cock pulses in warning, brushing past your clit, a thin layer of clothing separating the two of you.

then—he stops suddenly, too soon, seconds before you're about to come. seconds before he's about to come, too. it leaves both of you right on the edge, denied of your orgasms, so fucking close to that sweet release, but unable to reach it.

"hah—hah—sh-shit—" nanami groans, voice low and raspy. he's still thrusting his hips a little, unable to resist his body's instinct, but never touching you again.

your pussy throbs. you're so wet and horny, panties all ruined, trying to pull him closer. "p-please, just—fuck me," you beg him. you need it so bad. "fuck me already—"

nanami's arms are tense as he holds himself up above you, pulling his hips away from yours. he's breathing hard, panting. his cock leaks precum, soaking his boxers and making a damp spot where the tip is. you can see him twitching, the fabric shifting with every movement of his cock.

fuck, you know that he's going to absolutely wreck you once midnight comes. you know he's been just dying to get his hard, aching cock inside you; to come as he moans in your ear and release a month's worth of pent-up sperm.

but for now, he only looks at the clock, clenches his jaw, and says, "ten more minutes."

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GETO...

the two of you are sitting on opposite sides of the room, far enough that you can't act on the temptation of touching each other. but that doesn't stop either of you from touching yourselves.

"this is—fuck, this is a very dangerous game, angel..." suguru's eyes are dark and hungry, he drinks in the sight of you, naked, as your hands roam all over your own body.

you start with your breasts, massaging and squeezing them in your palms, circling around the sensitive nipples but not touching directly yet. getting yourself more and more aroused, body arching forward as you whine for more contact.

across from you, suguru is growing harder and harder by the second. his cock twitches and slowly fills out as he watches you tease yourself until it's standing proud, tall and stiff between his legs.

seeing it now, fully hard, is enough to turn you on, your pussy reacting to his arousal. you pinch your nipples between two fingers, gasping at the tingle of pleasure it sends throughout your body. "mm, suguru... your cock..."

he's touching himself too, holding his cock in a loose grip and stroking, masturbating along with you. he groans when your hands travel down your stomach, along your inner thighs, spreading your legs apart wide to expose your pussy.

"j-just imagine," you say, conjuring up the fantasy in your own mind as well. you use two fingers to circle your clit, unable to resist any longer, and moan at the feeling. "imagine your hard, aching cock sinking into my wet pussy. think about—ngh, fuck—my pussy clenching around you as you fill me up, stuffing me full with your cock. it'd feel so fucking good."

suguru is no doubt fantasizing about it too. his cock twitches, leaking more precum as he continues to pump himself. "fuck, you're such a naughty girl. once i get my hands on you—hah—i'll rub my cock against that pretty pussy of yours, let you feel how hard i am as i tease you until you're begging me to put it in."

whimpering, you feel yourself throb, getting wetter from his dirty words. "please—my pussy is ready for you, suguru." you spread your pussy lips apart, giving him a full view of your dripping cunt. "w-want you inside me already."

suguru groans in frustration, knowing that he can't have you yet. "god, me too. i wanna fuck you so bad."

it's too much; you need to feel something more, anything. reaching for the drawer next to you, you bring out one of your toys—if you can't have suguru yet, this will have to do for now.

"this could be your cock," you say, as you hold out a six-inch dildo and bring it to your lips. it's modelled to look like a real cock with thick veins along the sides. you kiss the tip of it, then trail down the shaft. "mm, you taste so good, suguru."

you lick the toy all over, flicking your tongue just under the crown. suguru inhales sharply, gaze darkening at the sight of you giving the dildo a blowjob. everything you do to it goes straight to his cock, as if he's feeling your mouth on him too.

swirling your tongue around the cockhead, you begin to part your lips, taking the dildo inch by inch into your mouth until the tip of it hits the back of your throat. then, you move—bobbing your head up and down, sucking on the toy while looking straight at suguru.

"f-fuck, yeah, take it." you hear suguru moan brokenly as he jerks himself off faster and faster, hips bucking upward into his fist. he looks so wrecked, chest heaving, his cock painfully hard and flushed a dark red. "take all of it—"

you moan around the toy, wishing that you had his cock in your mouth instead, wishing that you could feel his hardness and taste his precum; feel how he throbs from your actions, head thrown back when you swallow him down all the way.

after a while, you pull the dildo out of your mouth. suguru is squeezing the base of his cock, panting, too close to coming. he twitches once, twice, like he could burst at any minute.

you line up the dildo between your legs and rub it against your pussy, letting the cockhead brush past your entrance again and again. teasing yourself to feel the burning desire inside you grow even stronger. "s-suguru, i need you—need your cock—"

"christ, angel," suguru curses. his hand is moving again, stroking himself, unable to resist. you're both so turned on, so fucking horny that it feels unbearable. "fuck yourself with it. come on, show me what you really want."

at his command, you push the toy inside, crying out as it spreads you open and fills you up. you squirm on the spot as it bottoms out, hips circling around it to adjust to the sensation.

when you start to pull it back out, you moan, feeling it drag and drag and drag along your walls. you imagine that it's suguru there instead of the dildo—his hot, throbbing cock penetrating you repeatedly.

you tilt the toy a bit, aiming upward, and the effect is instantaneous: pleasure bursts all throughout your body as it stimulates your g-spot, thighs trembling from how fucking good it feels. "o-oh my god—suguru—"

and it's addicting; you can't stop aiming there now that you've found the spot. you get closer and closer with every thrust, orgasm building up at an alarming speed.

"t-take it out," suguru rasps. "you're only allowed to come from my cock."

fuck. your pussy throbs in protest as you reluctantly pull the dildo out, instantly feeling how empty it leaves you. suguru is still stroking himself, much more desperate now, his thick cock disappearing and reappearing into his own fist, slick and wet with precum.

you want him so fucking bad.

only five more minutes to go. the longest five minutes of your life.

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GOJO...

he's not exactly fucking you yet, but what he is doing is sliding his rock hard cock up and down your pussy, rutting against you like he's been deprived of any contact. which is true—he's been deprived for a whole month. a whole month! god, he's so damn horny he can hardly think straight. he has no idea how he managed to hold off for this long.

but that's why, with only a few minutes before no nut november is over, he lets loose a little. the anticipation has been absolutely killing him; he's going to come harder than he ever has before. and he can't deny himself any longer, not when you're right there, lying on the bed and tempting him with your body.

"i can't—i can't stop my hips," satoru grunts, grinding against you faster and faster. he's losing control entirely, almost animalistic in the way he's moving on pure instinct, chasing after nothing but pleasure. "oh—oh fuck, baby, i need—"

every time his hard, throbbing cock brushes past your clit, you cry out, bucking up into him. you're just as far gone; a month without sex has made you so fucking desperate for it. "ah—! s-satoru, please—"

how is it still not midnight yet? how much longer do both of you have to endure this? shit, you don't know how much more you can take. a few minutes ago, you set an alarm to ring as soon as november ends, but it feels like hours and it still hasn't gone off.

and then—satoru's cock catches on your pussy, slides into you a little, no more than an inch. no more than just the tip. but it makes both of you gasp and moan—moan so loud that you're sure the neighbours could hear you. but you don't care.

satoru quickly pulls out before either of you get too close, his cock resting on your pussy now. you can feel him hot and throbbing, about to burst at any moment. your pussy throbs, too, both of you pulsing against each other, begging to feel it again.

but no matter what, you can't come yet. fuck. fuck.

still, you buck up helplessly and say, "a-again. do it again. please."

not even a second later, satoru has his cock lined up by your entrance, panting as he forces himself to go slow. his cockhead sinks into you and you clamp down on him, refusing to let him go. your back arches, moans falling from your lips as his cock stretches you open.

satoru pulls out, then pushes in again. out, in. out, in. over and over—the shallowest, most torturous thrusts you've ever experienced. but it's all you can take now, both of you dangerously close to the edge for anything more. if he thrusts into you all the way, the full length of his hard cock filling you up, you'd come for sure. just the thought of satoru fucking you properly, fucking you deep, gets you so aroused that it makes you dizzy.

"feels—hah—feels too good," satoru grunts, picking up the pace. he's losing himself to the pleasure again, hips moving uncontrollably. "ngh, shit, too fucking good. i can't—i'm not going to last—f-fuck—"

BRIIING! the alarm goes off.

you both pause, looking at each other. it's 12:00 am exactly. december 1st.

satoru snaps. without warning, without any more delays, he plunges his cock into you, bottoming out deep inside you. the two of you moan at the same time, and then he's fucking you, pounding his cock with urgency and desperation and a month's worth of being denied.

there's no time to catch your breath. you can feel satoru's cock hitting you fast and deep, filling you up, throbbing hot against your walls. he's panting into the crook of your neck, sucking on the smooth skin there. both hands flick at your nipples, playing with the hardened nubs, applying just enough pressure to make you arch into his touch. it's all overwhelming; you feel pleasure throughout your whole body, orgasm approaching fast.

when you clench around satoru with his hard cock buried deep inside you, his pace falters. he chokes out a moan and it sounds so wrecked, so arousing. you moan, too. you're both so fucking close.

"coming, coming, c-coming—"

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TOJI...

throughout the month, as the days went by, toji has become more and more cranky. it's obvious that the challenge is really getting to him, putting him in a bad mood no matter what he's doing, and he's never abstained from sex for this long before. never been sexually frustrated to this degree.

there's so much tension between the two of you, and it's only a matter of time before someone snaps.

about a week in, toji starts to work out a lot more, mostly as a distraction. even at home, he's constantly doing different exercises—push ups, sit ups, planks, bicep curls, squats. not that you're complaining, of course. it gives you the opportunity to see him shirtless, to see his toned body glistening with sweat after every session.

as a distraction, though, it doesn't always work. he comes up to you after, pins you against the wall, and says, "i can't fucking stand this anymore. i need to get laid." his voice is strained. the shorts that he wore for the workout does nothing to hide his raging erection. "i need to fuck you."

it's not easy to resist him in that situation at all. his lips are hovering right next to yours, and you have to hold back from reaching out and touching his abs, pressing your hips together until you're grinding into each other like you so desperately want.

still, despite all that, you reply, "no."

and he stomps away, slamming every door in the hall, cursing. you take a moment to yourself too; it's not like you're immune to this, either. your pussy throbs with need, dripping wetness onto your panties. if you had been any weaker, you would've given in right there without a doubt.

when the last day finally arrives, november 30, toji doesn't give a shit about the technicalities anymore; whether it's 11:00 pm, or 11:30 pm, or 11:59 pm, it's all the same to him. he's done with this stupid challenge, tortured himself enough by holding back all month (for what, he doesn't even know; it doesn't feel like he gained anything from it), so he deserves this now.

toji has you bent over the nearest surface, cock already buried in your pussy, grinding into you filthily like he's trying to make both of you come as fast as possible. the abstinence really got to him, delirious with only a single goal in mind: to get the release he's been denied of for so damn long. a whole fucking month's worth of come just waiting to be released from his balls.

they feel so hot and heavy, weighted down by how much has accumulated since the start of november. and his cock—fuck, he's never been this hard is his life. it has a mind of its own, so horny and desperate, standing rigid between his legs and weeping with endless amounts of precum that spill out from the tip.

"t-toji, wait," you try to tell him. "it's not—ah—it's not time yet."

"what's the problem?" he asks, not stopping at all. "all you have to do is make sure that you don't come until midnight. there's no rule saying that i can't fuck you before then."

and... he's right, technically, but how the hell does he expect you to hold back when he's pounding into you so fast and rough? it's like he's fully given in to his primitive instincts, fucking you like a wild animal, hips snapping into you over and over.

"i can't—" you gasp as toji's hands reach around to grab your breasts, squeezing them, flicking your nipples. "feels—feels too good—"

"yeah?" toji asks, panting. "doesn't sound like a problem to me. means i'm fucking you real good."

you can't argue with that. moaning, you try to fight against the pleasure, but it's a losing battle. "w-wait, toji—ah—i'm close—"

"come," he tells you, voice low and sultry and so fucking hot. "just let go if you want it so bad. c'mon, be a good girl and come for me now."

a shudder runs through your body as a fresh wave of arousal hits you. fuck. you're trying your best to hold back, you really are, but it's impossible when toji is whispering right next to your ear, his warm breath on your skin as he repeats the word over and over again: come, come, come.

the assault is constant: toji's hips slamming against yours, his hard cock going deeper and deeper with every thrust, brushing against your g-spot. it's overwhelming when one hand slides down to find your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub with his skilled fingers. you arch into his touch, moaning brokenly, unable to escape the pleasure. your body betrays you as you feel yourself tipping over the edge,

"fuck," toji groans and it's clear that he's at his limit too, thrusts growing erratic now. "gonna come—"

the feeling of him pulsing and pulsing, spilling everything inside you, is what makes you come in the end. it's so much, weeks of stored up come spurting out from his hard cock, finally getting the release that he so badly needed. you clench around him as he rolls his hips, milking every last drop, the two of you riding out your orgasms together.

toji pulls out and his cock gives one last twitch at the sight of you stuffed full of his come, white and sticky as it drips out of your pussy. you're both still breathing hard, all the tension gone from your body.

god, you've never come so hard in your life. abstaining from sex for a month only made it that much more worth it in the end.

turning your head, you glance at the clock. 12:00 am. it's by pure luck that you came exactly at midnight, somehow managing to complete no nut november despite toji's ruthless teasing.

you vow to never do it again, though. not with toji. there's no way you could survive another year of NNN with him.

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[bomber-grl]

Nico Di Angelo x Child of Medusa 🐍

Pairing(s): Nico Di Angelo x M!Reader

A req for @calypso-74213! Also cringe-ish warning

Everyone at camp is terrified of you

I mean its said that people are scared of what they don’t understand

And you’re sort of an anomaly

Not to mention that you’re able to turn ppl to stone, the only barrier separating them and you, bding your sunglasses

Also because you closely resemble humans/ demigods

Yknow, besides the snakes instead of/ amongst your hair, scales here and there, and your eyes

Especially since Medusa isn’t known to be particularly fond of men, so it leaves much to think about and question

Then again, Athena-

Anyway

Many aren’t fond of you, that’s a given. I mean many campers weren’t very welcoming of Nico and his status(?) as son of hades so I can only imagine the treatment you go through

I mean at least everyone has the decency to pretend to be nice to you

But the tension is still there

The first day you were introduced was by Chiron, usually he’d leave the camper up to the counselor these days but you’re a special exception (along with Percy)

So bam, new cabin for not a god but rather Medusa

I’d imagine a lot of discourse, especially since it’s only for godly parents and the whole pride aspect

But eventually, with much persistence from Percy and others who are willing to back you up, you get one

Which is only a result of them being proven wrong by your origins and proven to be a nice person

Also, might I add, you’re likely here because of being mortal/not completely monster and need protection like many demigods

Anyways, Nico isn’t at camp all that much

Especially since he has this idea that many people aren’t fond of him (which changes throughout the series)

When he hears about you through the grapevine he’s intrigued

He never thought that someone such as yourself would even exist but then again he could say that about the gods and Olympus

Only once he finds out that you’re treated like shit (at the start of your stay) does he go to find you and see what your deal is

And he’s pleasantly surprised

You pass all his standards

1. Don’t be an asshole

2. Don’t be an asshole

Oh, and did I mention don’t be an asshole?

You were more than pleasant to hang out with and he found himself looking for you amongst the crowds of demigods at camp

He looked forward to seeing you again

Only then does he realize how he’s fallen in love with you

He never would’ve imagined he’d ever fall in love with a son of Medusa, but here he is

He’s admittedly hesitant to confess to you

It’s so obvious too

You’re at the lake like you usually are

You tend to spend time there when you’re not having fun at arts and crafts or training with weapons

This is the time of day you two usually hang out and that’s only proven more by the fact that Nico is seated right next to you, gazing at you

Almost lost in thought but then you snap him back to reality- wondering what’s up

That’s when he just tells you, he almost shrinks away until you tell him that you reciprocate his feelings

He’s honestly shocked by the whole thing and just stares at you until you hesitantly hold his hand

From them on you’re officially boyfriends and he can’t emphasize how happy he is to have you

The sun isn’t always shining and so bad things are bound to happen, what’d you expect? You two are a demigod and a half monster (?)

Your origins might be a mystery but you know better than anyone not to fear the dark

So when Nicos having certain days where he’s struggling, he’s glad that you can embrace all of him

Change of tone but you and Nico are just chilling as Jules- Albert drives you places when Nico realizes something

He’s never seen your eyes, or rather, looked you straight on

I mean you’ve kissed, hugged, etc etc but he’s never seen you without your glasses

Which how could he? He’d literally be turned to stone

But that doesn’t stop him from wondering

His eerily long silence next to you prompts you to ask him what’s up

And finally after much convincing that ‘we listen and we don’t judge’

He tells you

And of course you laugh but just because you find it endearing that he wants to

Of course it’s something that never goes anywhere but if he asks a Hecate kid if there’s stone proof potions- well that’s none of your business

[kimulus0check]

Prompt thesis: you want to spend quality time with your boyfriend Pete, but his friends already made plans to hang out that night..so he brings you with him to the club meeting.

Warnings: slow intro, sfw to nsfw build up,

You and Pete have been a thing for a while now, just on the down low. The both of you met at Pete’s comic shop; Pete being a regular with the club of goons that seem to be led by Bill; You worked as a cashier for minimum wage and get harassed by dorky men on the regular.

You’ve became accustomed to the regular “do you even know who Wolverine is? Have you ever opened a comic book?” And the occasional “name five Star Wars characters, I bet you haven’t even seen two sequels.”

You weren’t surprised by these comments. it was mostly expected, but you’d think these men would be nicer to you since you’re probably the only women they’ll ever touch in their lives by giving back their change on their overpriced purchases. Not like you would say these things out loud, because that would be mean, and Joe would snap at you even if he completely agrees with you.

But when you were checking out the club’s purchases and one by one of the same old “Don’t you dare put my damn sky walker figure in the same bag as his variant DC comics.” And “Does the 20% off count for the fantasy cards and RP board games in the back?” They all finished their purchase until one of the other members comes out from the back of the store. “You guys go ahead, I’ll pay and catch up.” His Brooklyn accent was heavier than the rest of the groups. Two of them nodded and waited outside the store as they tore into their bags.

You were left alone with him. How he treated you put you to shock. He was decent towards you, though his purchases of horror pinups and creep comics were something it’s not anything you’re unfamiliar to. He was sort of sweet. His small talk and his personality enticed you and wanted you to talk to him more, before he walked away you slipped your phone number with the receipt in hopes of talking to him again. You don’t know how long waiting by the phone until you got a call back.

Now you two were suppose to have a movie date, but now he was being nagged at a familiar face with caramel brunette air and acne covered skin. Pete decided to bring you because he wanted to spend time with you, but also told you it would piss off his friends even more if you came, and that’s what he wanted.

Walking to his friend’s house with your fingers intertwined with Pete’s, he goes in and leads you to his friend’s basement. Its took you a second to realize this wasn’t a secret tunnel to your shitting job until you heard three grown men fighting about Star Wars.

“Fuck you Bill, The Acolyte movie was a dog shit movie!” Screamed a big man you remember seeing numerous times, but never actually talked to. His glasses held on for dear life as he kept deprecating on a Star Wars movie you haven’t seen. “Not only was everything brutally predictable, but any mystery dangled for the audience was answered almost immediately OR dragged out too long, which became an afterthought to the audience because of bad pacing buck.” The blonde lectured on to the brunette some more. “Whatever fuck let’s just get the club meeting started when-who the fuck is that.” All eyes turn to you as your foot hit the bottom of the stairs.

You were never scared nor intimidated by these men before but now you feel like a deer in headlights. You’re now in the house in a basement surrounded by three men. You grip on Pete’s sleeve like your last vice and look at him with a silent look in your eyes.

Pete still stood un-phased and almost bored as he stated,”I told you I had plans tonight, so I brought my plans with me since you wanted me to be here so fucking bad.” He put heavy attitude in the last part of his explanation while walking over to the table and you following behind him trying you best not to make it seem obvious you were using him as a human shield.

“Fine just this one time, just remember the rule.” Bill said as he pointed a finger at Pete just to to scoff back at him and sit at the table. You look to find a seat but before just as you were looking at are Pete grabbed your wrist and pulled you on his lap. You couldn’t look up but you knew that they were all looking at you. God do they recognize you? Or are they just shocked to have a girl down here.

Bill went on about stuff they did last week and his findings of stuff he bought that you know you have checked out for him at Joe’s. Then who you now know as Josh showed his comics and collectible exclusives that you know was from joes too, then Jerry, oh god have to recognize you there’s no way.

Then sealing your fate Josh spoke. ”Don’t you work at Joe’s as a cashier?” You’re so fucking cooked.

To be continued (maybe)

[amitiel-truth]

River Maiden Pt. 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11,

(A/N: Do you ever wonder what's the meaning of the colors you see? 🙃)

*Not Proofread, sorry*

🔞Sexual innuendos🔞

Telemachus holds (Y/N) close, his arms encircling her protectively, as they lay together in a comfortable silence. He runs his fingers gently through her hair, his touch tender and soothing, relishing in the feeling of her body pressed against his. He wishes they could stay like this forever, in this moment of intimacy and peace, shielded from the world and all its troubles.

"I just realized, It's too early to sleep, and it's too early to couple when you brought me here" (Y/N) points out, low and behold, Telemachus's window shows that it's only the afternoon.

Telemachus chuckles at her realization, his gaze flickering to the window to see that, indeed, the sun is still high in the sky.

"You're right," he says, his voice tinged with amusement. "I suppose I was a little too eager to bring you here, wasn't I?"

"I was just dressed by your mother and you can barely keep it to yourself~" (Y/N) teases, stroking his chest.

"Hey, cut me some slack," he protests half-heartedly. "You're absolutely breathtaking, I couldn't help myself. You can't blame me for being a bit impatient when I have such a nymph in my bed."

"You really convince that I'm not human, aren't you? When will you accept that I'm simply (Y/N)?" (Y/N) asked teasingly.

"I can help it, My Nymph, you're too pretty simply be human" Telemachus compliments, caressing her cheek.

"You flatter me too much~" (Y/N) swoons, laying her head on his chest

"...what shall we do now?"

Telemachus hums thoughtfully as he considers her question, his fingers idly tracing patterns on her back.

"Well, we could stay here and continue to bask in each other's embrace," he suggests, his voice a soft rumble in his chest. "Or we could venture out into the garden for a walk, or go down to the beach and feel the sand between our toes. Or..."

He tilts her chin up so that she's looking at him, a sly smile on his lips as his eyes glimmer with mischief.

He leans down, his mouth near her ear, and lowers his voice to a whisper

"Or, we could stay here and I could have my way with you again~"

"You ravenous beast!" (Y/N) scolded, throwing a pillow at his face.

"You're still inside me, you know, keeping your seed trapped" (Y/N) points out, slapping his chest.

Telemachus laughs and catches the pillow as it hits him in the face. He grins down at her, not at all shamed or remorseful for his words.

"Can you blame me?” he responds, his eyes dark with desire as he looks down at her.

“How can I resist when I have such a delectable and willing nymph in my bed? And yes, I'm well aware that I'm still inside you, keeping my seed inside you. It's a very pleasant feeling" He leans down, nipping her ear.

"We barely even met and you're already planning on it to take aren't you?" Telemachus chuckles at her words, his lips curving into a sly smile. He props himself up on his elbow, looking down at her with an unabashed eagerness.

"Is it that obvious?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. "Can you blame me? You're far too beautiful and enticing to resist. I've never met anyone quite like you, and I can't help but want to make you mine, completely and utterly."

"By getting me pregnant on the second day? You work fast, don't you my Prince~." (Y/N) points out with a teasing smile.

Telemachus grins at her response, his eyes glimmering with desire and mischief.

"And what if that is my intention?” he counters, his voice a low rumble in his chest.

“Is that such a bad thing? To make you mine, to have you carry my child, to bind you to me forever and always?"

"I don't mind if it's you" (Y/N) answers, pecking his lips.

Telemachus's heart races and his breath catches in his chest at her simple yet honest response. He reaches out and cups her face in his hand, his thumb gently stroking her cheek as he looks down at her with a mixture of desire and tenderness.

"You have no idea how happy that makes me,” he murmurs, his voice soft and filled with emotion. "To know that you would willingly give yourself to me, to bear my child..."

"Now don't get too ahead of ourselves now, I want to get to know this place as well as get to know your Mother, the poor woman had enough heart attacks from the both of us" (Y/N) calms him down, placing a finger on his lips.

Telemachus laughs, amused and slightly chagrined by her words. He knows she's right, that they should slow down a bit and take some time to get acquainted with his home and his family.

"You're right, you're right," he concedes, although reluctantly. "I suppose we should take a break and satisfy your curiosity about my home and family."

"And most importantly" (Y/N) cups his cheek.

"I wish to get to know you more"

Telemachus's expression softens at her words, his heart swelling with affection for her. The realization that she's not just interested in him physically, but also wants to get to know him on a deeper level, means the world to him.

"You have no idea how much that means to me" he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want to get to know you too, every aspect of you. Your hopes, your dreams, your fears, your quirks..."

"I'm glad you didn't fall in love with me for just my body" (Y/N) teases, grinning at him.

Telemachus laughs and rolls his eyes, amused by her jest. He gently pinches her side, chuckling at her little squeak of protest.

"Oh, don't worry, I did fall in love with your body," he teases back, his eyes roaming over her form with a possessive, appreciative gaze. "But it's not the only thing I love about you. You're so much more than that. You're smart, and strong, and witty, and so damn stubborn...and that body as well." Telemachus jokes.

"You insatiable man." (Y/N) scold him a little, slapping his bare chest.

Telemachus laughs, unrepentant as he catches her hand in his, holding it against his chest. He brings her hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss against her knuckles as repentance.

"Guilty as charged," he responds with a wicked grin. "But can you blame me? With such a beautiful, captivating woman in my bed, how else am I supposed to act?"

"You mean by the river" (Y/N) reminded, making Telemachus remember their very first time at the river two days ago.

"Ah yes, the river," he says, a smile tugging at his lips. "How could I forget? That was certainly a... memorable experience. But the bed is much preferable, I must say."

"What? The river wasn't preferable to you?" (Y/N) asked teasingly.

Telemachus snorts, shaking his head in amusement at her teasing. He leans down, pressing a kiss against her forehead.

"Don't get me wrong, it was a very enjoyable experience," he says, his voice laced with a hint of mock-offense. "But the bed is far more comfortable, and far more private. And I, for one, enjoy being able to take my time and fully enjoy your body without having to worry about someone stumbling upon us."

"With how much you were pounding me by the river side like a rabid beast I highly doubt you'd care about anyone stumbling upon us" (Y/N) teases, tracing a finger on his chest.

"Fair point, fair point," he admits, his eyes sparkling with humor and desire as he gazes down at her. "Once I had you in my arms, I doubt anything could have stopped me. I was quite... feral, wasn't I?"

"But you're my feral beast, no one else~" (Y/N) reiterated, pecking his lips.

"Damn right, I'm your feral beast," he mutters, his voice thick with emotion. "And you're my beautiful nymph, mine and mine only. I won't let anyone else have you, ever."

"Alright, calm down, you feral beast of the night, let's go take a bath" (Y/N) calms him down, standing up, albeit with a bit of a struggle, before pulling him to his washroom.

Telemachus laughs, amused by her banter, and allows her to pull him up and lead him into the washroom. He follows behind her eagerly, his gaze roaming over her bare form without an ounce of shame. As soon as they enter the washroom, he wraps his arms around her from behind, pressing a kiss against the nape of her neck.

"Let me help you, my love," Telemachus whispers in her ear, his voice a low rumble as (Y/N) began cleaning herself, lifting a pail of water.

"Carry this for me then" (Y/N) requested, handing him a pail of water.

Telemachus takes the pail from her "Anything for you," he replies with a small smile, holding the pail firmly in his hands. "What do you want me to do with it?"

"Wash yourself" (Y/N) said with a teasing smile, scrubbing her arm.

Telemachus raises an eyebrow, his expression filled with mock-indignation. "You're just going to make me wash myself while you stand there all sudsy and temptingly delicious?" he asks, his voice laced with a hint of playful accusation.

"Yes" (Y/N) answers blankly, rinsing herself.

Telemachus grumbles under his breath, but he can't help the small smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth as he watches her rinsing herself. He sets the pail down and grabs the ladle, scooping up some water to wash himself.

"You're a cruel woman, you know that?" he says, his tone half-joking, half-serious as he scrubs his body.

"You may be my feral beast but I prefer you to be clean" (Y/N) commented, pecking his lips with an innocent kiss.

"You make a valid point," he concedes, smiling down at her. "I suppose I don't mind being a clean feral beast, as long as it pleases you."

"Your Mother would too, poor woman, the shenanigans you pulled as a child" (Y/N) points out, a teasing smile on her lips.

"Ugh, don't remind me," he mutters, rubbing a hand over his face. "I was quite the troublemaker as a child, I'll admit it. My poor mother had her hands full with me. I'm lucky she still loves me, despite all the chaos I caused."

"Every Mother does" (Y/N) states, as she began drying herself in one of Telemachus' towels.

Telemachus watches as she dries herself, his gaze roaming over her body appreciatively. He reaches out, taking the towel from her and running it gently over her skin, helping to dry her off. He can't help but run his hands over her smooth flesh, wanting to touch and feel every inch of her.

"You're right," he says, his voice is low and rough with desire. "My mother is a saint for putting up with me all these years."

(Y/N) chuckles at his actions over her. "You're awfully doting, is this the Prince's aftercare?" (Y/N) asked teasingly.

Telemachus laughs and rolls his eyes, not denying the suggestion. He continues running the towel over her body, his touch slow and deliberate.

"Perhaps," he responds, a hint of a smirk on his face. "Is there anything wrong with a Prince wanting to take care of his beloved nymph after some... vigorous activities?"

"His Nymph would say...he should do it more often~" (Y/N) teases, pecking his lips.

Telemachus chuckles and grins. He tosses the towel aside and pulls her closer against him

"Is that so?" he murmurs, his voice low and sultry as he presses kisses against her neck and shoulder. "You want me to pamper you more often, do you?"

"Well I am to sire your children, after all so...better start somewhere~" (Y/N) teases, stroking his chest.

Telemachus laughs again, the sound deep and rich as he pulls her even closer against him, his body pressing against hers. "You're incorrigible, you know that?" he murmurs, his fingers tracing a path down her spine.

"You can't even resist the opportunity to tease me and rile me up, even when I'm trying to be a proper Prince and take care of you. It's positively maddening."

"Ah ah ah, calm yourself down, My Prince~" (Y/N) teases, splashing water to his face.

Telemachus sputters as the water splashes him in the face, caught completely off guard by the unexpected attack. He blinks, shaking his head to clear the water from his eyes, then glares playfully down at (Y/N).

"You little minx." he growls, his words laced with mock-irritation. "You just can't help yourself, can you? Always finding new ways to tease and rile me up, even when I'm trying to behave myself."

(Y/N) laughs at his proclaim "Since when have you ever behaved yourself?" She points out, as she begins to wear the shimmering midnight blue chiton Queen Penelope gifted her.

Telemachus watches as she puts on the shimmering blue chiton fabric, his eyes raking over her body appreciatively. He can't help but admire how the material looks against her skin, the way it drapes over her curves... He groans, his gaze darkening with desire as he tries to hold himself back from pouncing on her.

"I do behave myself... occasionally," he says, his voice a low grumble as he tries to keep his hands to himself. "But you make it so damn difficult."

"Well behave yourself then, because I want that tour, and get to know your mother more" (Y/N) points out, crossing her arms, waiting for her Prince to dress himself up.

Telemachus sighs dramatically, reluctantly tearing his gaze away from her. He picks up a towel and dries himself off quickly, struggling to rein in his desire and focus on her request. Once he's decently dry, he quickly dresses himself, trying to ignore the way his body is still thrumming with desire for her.

"Fine, fine," he grumbles, although there's no real annoyance in his voice. "I'll behave myself and show you around the palace. But after that... you're all mine, Nymph."

"No no, Your Mother's planning on giving me a few lessons on etiquette, I'm afraid you'll have to wait, My Prince~" (Y/N) reveals once more with a smile.

"You're going to make me wait, are you?" he asks, his voice laced with exaggerated disappointment. "You're truly a cruel woman, my Nymp. Leaving me all teased up and eager, and then telling me I have to wait to have you. It's torture, pure torture."

(Y/N) laughs as they began walking out of his room with Telemachus leading the way.

"Is it really that torturous when you just had your way with me earlier?" (Y/N) asked, tilting her head.

"When you put it that way... no, it's not that torturous, I suppose," he grumbles, rubbing a hand over his face. "But still, I can't help but want you every second of the day. It's like a damn maddening itch I can't scratch."

"Keep it to yourself for now, My beloved, and on with the tour, please?" (Y/N) pats his cheek, holding his arm.

"As you wish, my beautiful Nymph," he says, with a small sigh. "Now, let me show you my humble home."

Telemachus leads her through the palace, showing off the various rooms and areas, while sharing stories and anecdotes about his adolescence and time growing up here.

Eventually, they come to the grand Hall, its high ceilings and pillars a testament to the palace's opulence.

"And this," he says, gesturing to the room with a flourish, "Is where the legendary Suitors will be making fools of themselves for the foreseeable future."

"Suitors? Who are they,exactly?" (Y/N) asked, tilting her head.

Telemachus' expression darkened, his jaw clenching slightly. He didn't really want to think or talk about the Suitors, but he figured he shouldn't have expected to avoid the topic forever.

"They're a group of pompous, self-important assholes who've been camped out in my home for the last thirteen years," he mutters, his voice low and filled with anger and disgust. "They're here, supposedly, to compete for my Mother's hand in marriage and the throne. But truthfully, they're just a bunch of arrogant assholes getting drunk and making fools of themselves every night."

"They just don't want to leave your Mother alone, don't they?" (Y/N) asked in a somber tone.

"That's an understatement," Telemachus grumbles darkly.

"They're parasites, sucking the life and joy from my home and my family. They show up under the pretenses of wanting to marry my Mother and become king, but the truth is they're just a bunch of spoiled, selfish brats who want the power and prestige that comes with the throne." His grip on her arm tightens for a moment, his anger and frustration palpable.

(Y/N) caresses his arm, trying to calm him down.

Telemachus lets out a deep sigh, some of the tension draining from his body as she caresses his arm. He gazes down at her, his expression softening as he looks at her comforting gesture.

"Sorry," he mutters, his voice quiet and contrite. "I hate talking about the Suitors. They just disgust me. And I've had to deal with them for so long that it's hard not to let it rile me up."

"It's understandable, you've dealt with them ever since you were a child" (Y/N) said with a smile.

"Yes, far too long," he mumbles, scowling as he gazes at the empty Hall. "They're such obnoxious fools. All they do is sit around, stuffing their faces and drinking my family's wine. They care more about the luxurious lifestyle and power they think they'll obtain than they do about anything actually important."

"If only your Father were here" (Y/N) sadly muses, holding his arm.

Telemachus nods in agreement, his expression solemn. He stares out at the empty ballroom, his thoughts turning to his long-absent father.

"If only," he mutters, his voice heavy with a mix of sadness, anger, and longing. "But he's been gone for so long now. Mother still holds out hope that he'll return someday, but I... I've given up on that dream, honestly."

"It's okay to feel that way, My love" (Y/N) reassures with a sad smile.

"Thank you," he says quietly, his voice soft and sincere. "It's not easy to give up on the idea of a lost parent, but it's been so long now that I've resigned myself to the fact that he's gone and won't be coming back. It hurts, but life must go on. And I have you now, so I suppose it's not all bad."

"Is that why you've been training so hard?" Egeria asked, fussing over him.

"Yes, that's part of it," he says, his voice quiet. "The absence of my father... it's always weighed heavily on me. I've trained hard to become stronger, to prove that I can stand on my own. It's a way to push through the pain and not let it bring me down."

(Y/N) looks at him in shock, stunned, before smiling fondly at him, pulling him into a hug

"I couldn't believe I could even fall harder for you, Telemachus" (Y/N) admits, blush dusting across her cheeks

Telemachus melts into her embrace, her words and the feeling of her body against his instantly soothing his troubled emotions. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, relishing the way her hair feels against his skin. He wraps his arms around her in return, hugging her tightly against him.

"You're so sweet, my nymph," he mumbles against her skin, his voice low and affectionate. "You have no idea how much hearing you say that means to me."

"When will you ever drop that Nymph theory?" (Y/N) asked while still hugging him.

"Probably never. I prefer to keep thinking of you as a nymph," He replies, his voice a low, playful rumble. "It suits you, you know. A beautiful, exotic river nymph... it fits you perfectly."

"You and your nicknames~" (Y/N) rolls her eyes, before pecking his lips.

"What can I say? I like giving you nicknames," he murmurs, his voice low and affectionate. "And you're just so lovely, it's hard to stop myself from coming up with new ones for you. My beautiful nymph, my sweet (Y/N)... the list goes on."

"Ok, ok, you Love Bug, I still need to be taught under your Mother, I bet you have a lot of Royal duties or training to attend to" (Y/N) points out, smiling fondly at him.

"Ugh, why do you have to be so sensible?" he grumbles, giving her a mock-glare. "But you're right. I hate it, but I do have things I need to do. Training and other royal duties. Ugh."

"Well, you do wish to be strong and responsible, correct?" (Y/N) asked, tilting her head.

Telemachus sighs, knowing she's right once again. Yes, he does want to be strong and responsible, even if it wasn't always easy. He nods, his pout softening into a resigned expression.

"Yes, I do," he replies, his voice resigned. "And I suppose that means letting you go so you can go have your etiquette lessons with my Mother. Begrudgingly letting you go, that is."

"Don't worry my Beloved, we'll see each other later" (Y/N) smiles, pecking his lips once more, as he began guiding her to his Mother's Quarters.

"I know, I know," he mutters, pouting slightly. "But it still doesn't make it easier to let you go. I'll miss you while you're off learning how to be all proper and poised. I much prefer you being a wild nymph, if I'm being honest."

"But if I were to stand next to you one day, It'll only embarrass not only you, but all of Ithaca, correct?" (Y/N) asked, making Telemachus shocked at how dedicated she is to him, to the point of changing herself for him.

Telemachus stops in his tracks, completely taken aback by her words. He stares at her. He can't believe that she would be so willing to change herself for him, to become more "proper" simply because she wants to stand beside him one day.

"(Y/N)..." he says slowly, his voice full of awe and emotion. "You... you really would do that? For me?"

"I'd do anything for you, Telemachus" (Y/N) stated, a smile on her lips.

Without saying a word, he steps forward and pulls her into a tight, almost desperate embrace, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you," he mumbles against her skin, his voice thick with emotion. "You're so sweet, so wonderful... you're everything I could ever want, everything I could ever need. I'm the luckiest man alive to have found you, My Nymph. Gods, I love you so much it's almost painful."

"Telemachus, you deserve me, You big heart won me over on day one" (Y/N) reassures, patting his back as he began tearing up.

Telemachus buries his face even further into her neck "I don't deserve you, (Y/N)" he mutters, his voice filled with a mixture of love, self-deprecation, and a hint of insecurity. "You're too perfect, too wonderful. I'm just... me. How could the gods have blessed me with you?"

"Will you please stop being lovey dovey in front of my door? As much as I like seeing such a sight, I'd like it not as frequent as possible" Queen Penelope suddenly opens her door, making the two love birds leap out of their embrace

Telemachus looks like a mixture of flustered and embarrassed, his face turning slightly red. "Ah... Mother," he says sheepishly, trying to compose himself as best as he can. "We... uh... we were just...We were just coming to see you so I could drop (Y/N) off." he explains, trying to act casual even though his heart is still racing.

Penelope glances at the two of them, a slight smirk on her lips as she takes in their flustered states. She can see the affection between them, and it warms her heart, if not also slightly amuses her.

"Ah yes, I see that," she says, her voice laced with slight amusement. "Well, you've arrived just in time. Come, my dear (Y/N), let us start your lessons."

"Coming" (Y/N) answers, walking to Penelope's door, smiling at Telemachus before disappearing into his Mother's door.

Telemachus watches as Egeria follows his Mother inside, closing the door behind them. Telemachus stands there for a moment longer, still processing everything that just happened. Then, with a mix of eagerness and impatience, he heads off to his own training.

(Y/N) looks around Penelope's quarters, before setting her gaze to a weaving mechanism she never saw before.

"What is that?" (Y/N) asked, curious.

Penelope looks at the weaving mechanism that (Y/N) is looking at, a smile on her face. She walks over to it and runs her hand over the smooth wood, clearly proud of it.

"This, my dear (Y/N), is a loom. It's a tool used for weaving fabric and creating cloth," she explains, her voice filled with warmth and wisdom. "It's been used for generations, a symbol of tradition and craftsmanship."

"What are you making?" (Y/N) asked, looking at the cloth she's making.

"It's beautiful"

Penelope glances down at the cloth she's weaving and smiles.

"Thank you," she says, a hint of sadness in her voice. "This is a burial shroud. It's for Laertes, Telemachus's grandfather. But I suppose you could say I'm... taking my time with it." (Y/N) tilted her head in confusion

Penelope sees the confused expression on (Y/N)'s face, and she chuckles softly. She takes a seat on a nearby chair and gestures for (Y/N) to sit as well.

"You see, my dear, I've been using this shroud as an excuse to not select one of the suitors," she explains. "I tell them I won't chose one until I finish it, but the truth is, I have no intention of ever finishing it. Especially now that Telemachus is courting you."

(Y/N) blushes a bit, before understanding the reason.

"...I see where Telemachus gets his cunning from" (Y/N) states with a smile.

Penelope grins, pleased that (Y/N) understood her meaning.

"Ah, yes, Telemachus is a bit more clever than he lets on," she replies, her voice affectionate. "And it seems he takes after me more than his father in some ways."

She chuckles softly and pats (Y/N)'s hand. Her expression then turns a bit more serious.

"But my dear, there is something I need to discuss with you.

As I'm sure Telemachus has told you, the situation on Ithaca has grown... tense. These suitors, they grow more impatient and unruly with each passing day. I fear that they may resort to drastic measures soon, if we don't find a way to placate them."

"Then...what can I do to help?" (Y/N) asked, looking at the Queen, worried.

Penelope smiles, appreciating (Y/N)'s willingness to help.

"My dear, I must admit, I'm impressed by your dedication to Telemachus and to helping Ithaca," she says, her voice full of admiration. "But for now, the best thing you can do is be there for Telemachus. Support him, encourage him. He needs it, more than he lets on, You're good for him, my dear. You give him strength."

"I will, I promise" (Y/N) smiles, nodding at Penelope.

Penelope nods in approval, satisfied with (Y/N)'s determination.

"Good."

She stands up, gesturing for (Y/N) to do the same.

"Now, let us get started with your lessons. We have much to cover, and I have a feeling you'll be a quick learner."

Over the next few hours, Penelope instructs (Y/N) in the ways of etiquette and grace, teaching her how to walk, speak, and comport herself with elegance.

She demonstrates proper table manners, move with a certain regalness, and emphasizes the importance of being poised and unflappable under pressure.

There are moments of laughter and struggle, but (Y/N) proves to be a quick learner as Penelope had predicted. Despite her naturally carefree and unassuming demeanor, she absorbs the lessons with a focus and determination that is both admirable and impressive.

As the lesson continues, Penelope finds herself marveling at (Y/N)'s progress and adaptability.

"You know, (Y/N), I must say, you're picking up these lessons quite quickly," she observes with a hint of curiosity. "Perhaps... perhaps a bit too quickly."

"Oh, Thank you, My Aunt taught me a lot of things, she's quite a graceful and intelligent woman" (Y/N) explains with a fond smile

Penelope nods, her curiosity piqued even more. There's something about the way (Y/N) mentions her Aunt that leaves her unsatisfied with that simple answer. In that brief mention, she can tell that there's much more to her story.

"Your Aunt, you say..." she muses, her voice trailing off. "...she must be quite a remarkable woman."

"Very much so, She's one of the few people I know at the side of my Family" (Y/N) answers with a smile.

Penelope observes (Y/N) quietly for a moment longer, noting the slight change in her expression. There's a hint of sadness and resentment underlying her words that speaks volumes.

"I see," she says gently. "It seems you and your family... don't get along well."

"I've only met a few of them, but I'm still not close to many of them because of my Father's tendencies" (Y/N) explains with a sad smile.

"Ah... I understand that all too well, my dear," she says quietly, her voice soft with empathy. "Family can be... complicated, to put it mildly."

"But I swear! I don't wish to complicate anything for Telemachus, I wish for a happy family as well, Mother" (Y/N) reassures Penelope, worried she might see (Y/N)'s past unfit for Telemachus.

"Of course, my dear, I know you have nothing but good intentions," she reassures her. "And I can see your devotion to Telemachus. It's quite plain, for all to see."

She pauses, considering her next words.

"But my concern is not just about Telemachus. It's about you, as well."

She steps closer and takes (Y/N)'s hand in hers. Her gaze is serious but caring.

"You come from a complicated family, This can be a heavy burden to bear. But more than that..."

She lets out a sigh, carefully choosing her words.

"It's the secret you're hiding from him, dearest. That... troubles me."

(Y/N) flinches, she knew it, she knew she couldn't hide it from a mother, as she closes her eyes, holding Penelope's hand firmly.

"I'm not sure if I have the strength to tell him yet, Mother" (Y/N) frowns.

Penelope squeezes (Y/N)'s hand, her touch firm yet gentle. She nods, understanding the struggle (Y/N) is facing.

"I understand, my dear. I know it's not easy. But... the secret you're holding, it's bound to come to light eventually. And the longer you wait, the harder it will be to share it, You can't keep it hidden forever."

"Ok, but...I wish to tell you first, to see if you'd still give your blessing for us...to me" (Y/N) said with a frown.

Penelope's eyes widen, surprised by (Y/N)'s request. She considers it for a moment, her expression serious but open-minded.

"Very well, my dear. If you wish to share your secret with me first, then I shall listen. But remember, I cannot give my blessing based on my opinion alone. Telemachus must know the truth as well."

"Ok...here it goes" (Y/N) takes a deep breath, looking directly at Penelope

"I'm... Poseidon's daughter"

Penelope's eyes widen even further, the revelation catching her off guard. She knew (Y/N) was hiding something, but this... this was beyond anything she could've imagined.

She takes a moment to collect her thoughts before responding, her voice a mix of surprise and curiosity.

"Poseidon... the God of the Seas. You're his daughter?"

(Y/N) frowns, nodding at her, before removing her arm bracelet, showing it more closely to Penelope

"And my Mother...was Medusa, before she was turned into a monster" (Y/N) added with a frown

The arm bracelet have sea snakes designed on them.

As (Y/N) reveals her heritage and shows her arm bracelet, Penelope's mind races trying to process the revelation. She had heard the tales of Medusa, of course, but to meet her child, (Y/N)... it was a different experience altogether.

Her gaze is fixed on the arm bracelet, adorned with sea snakes, a clear symbol of (Y/N) divine lineage. Penelope's expression is a mix of surprise and fascination.

"Poseidon... and Medusa," she whispers, the name carrying a heavy weight.

She looks back at (Y/N), her eyes filled with a mixture of awe and concern.

"This is... quite the revelation, my dear. The offspring of a god and a cursed mortal..."

She can't hide the hint of disbelief in her voice, but she tries to remain open-minded, considering the weight of (Y/N)'s revelation.

"How do you feel about all this, (Y/N)? About your parentage, and everything that it entails?"

"Huh? Are you...not disgruntled by me? Curse me out because I might bring misfortune to your family?" (Y/N) asked in shock.

Penelope's expression softens at (Y/N)'s question, her heart touched by the young woman's worries. "My dear, I could never curse you out because of your parentage. You cannot choose the blood in your veins. Just as Telemachus cannot. We are all shaped by circumstances beyond our control."

She takes a step closer, gently placing her hand on (Y/N)'s cheek. "No, I'm not disgruntled, my dear. I'm merely... shocked and trying to understand. But more than anything, I'm curious."

"If I may ask... what is it like? Growing up as the child of a god? To have Poseidon as your father, and Medusa as your mother?"

She gazes at (Y/N) intently, her curiosity getting the better of her, but not enough to override her compassion.

"Confusing" (Y/N) answers with a frown.

"Poseidon would rather focus on punishing those disrespecting him, and Medusa is still recovering from..." (Y/N) frowns, hugging herself.

Penelope nods, listening intently to (Y/N)'s response. It seemed that even the gods were not immune to family troubles. She could tell that (Y/N) was struggling to come to terms with her unique situation.

"I see," she says gently, her voice laced with empathy. "That must be very difficult, to have a father who is both powerful and absent, and a mother who is recovering from such a traumatic and tragic past."

"It's why I was mostly left to Hera, she took me in as her student, I learned a lot from her, until I decided I wanted to live on my own in the forest" (Y/N) tells her, reminiscing her peaceful stay.

*Penelope raises an eyebrow at the mention of Hera. She knew the queen of the gods was known for her jealousy and wrath, but she also knew of Hera's softer side, one that not many were privileged to see.*

"Hera, you say? It's quite unexpected to hear that Queen of the Gods took an interest in your upbringing. That's a mighty high figure indeed." She frowns slightly, a bit puzzled.

"But... why did you choose to live in solitude in the forest? If Hera was taking care of you, why not stay with her?"

"Hera still has her plights, I don't wish to intrude on it, she already has her plate full enough with Zeus" (Y/N) explains

Penelope nods, understanding (Y/N) reasoning. The tumultuous relationship between Hera and Zeus was a tale known to all. She could see how (Y/N) didn't want to add to Hera's troubles.

"I see. So, you chose solitude in the forest to give Hera peace and not burden her further." She purses her lips, considering her next words carefully. "But... that's a lonely life for such a young woman, my dear."

"It may not seem ideal but, It's what I preferred, well...before I met your Son" (Y/N) answers, blushing a bit.

Penelope smiles at (Y/N), a gentle, motherly smile. She could see how much (Y/N) cared for Telemachus in her blush. It was sweet, and it endeared her to her even more. But she was not so simple that she would forget the revelation of (Y/N)'s heritage so easily.

"And Telemachus..." she muses, her voice softer now. "what is he to you, my dear?"

(Y/N) blushes even more, pursing her lips "...He's my everything"

Penelope smiles, her heart warmed by (Y/N) declaration. The love and devotion in her voice were undeniable. She places a hand on (Y/N) shoulder, her touch gentle yet firm "That's a strong statement, my dear. And a weighty one."

She pauses, her gaze serious yet caring. "Do you understand what it means, to be someone's 'everything'?"

Penelope studies (Y/N) reaction closely, her eyes searching for any hint of doubt or uncertainty.

"To be everything to Telemachus, means you will be responsible for his happiness, his support, his love, his companion... His trust. Are you truly prepared to take on such a burden, my dear?"

"Yes, More than anything" (Y/N) answers, nodding.

Penelope smiles warmly at (Y/N) fervent response. It was clear that she was sincere, and her determination was admirable. But still... Penelope had to be sure.

"You understand that Telemachus has his own troubles, his own responsibilities. He has the weight of ruling Ithaca on his shoulders. Can you handle the stress and strain that comes with being the wife of a king?"

"I may not know it, but I'll endure, I wish to learn everything, change myself until one day, I know I'm in the position to stand next to him" (Y/N) answers with conviction.

Penelope's heart swells with pride and admiration for (Y/N). Her determination and love for Telemachus was a sight to behold. And her willingness to learn and grow, it showed maturity far beyond her years.

She takes (Y/N) hands in hers, her touch gentle yet firm. "My dear, you show a wisdom and courage not often seen. I admire your devotion, but also your humility. It'll serve you well in life, and in your relationship with Telemachus."

(Y/N) looks at her in shock, before smiling brightly at her "Thank you, Mother"

Penelope returns the smile, her eyes sparkling with warmth and affection. Motherly instincts taking over, she reaches forward and gently pulls (Y/N) into a hug, just like she would with Telemachus.

"You're welcome, my dear. I can see now that your devotion to Telemachus is genuine, and your character is steadfast. He's a lucky man..."

"No, I'm lucky because of him" (Y/N) reiterated, leaning back to face Penelope.

"You raised him quite well, Mother, I wish I could also learn that from you"

Penelope chuckles, her motherly pride evident. She was always happy to see her son be acknowledged for his virtues.

"You're too kind, my dear. I did what I could, but Telemachus is his own person. He made his own choices, including spending time with you."

"And as for learning from me, well, I'll be more than happy to help you. After all, a good wife should know a few things."

"Thank you" (Y/N) whispers, hugging her once more.

Penelope hugs her warmly in return, her arms wrapping around (Y/N) in a motherly embrace. For a brief moment, she sees not a young woman from a unique heritage, but as a daughter in need of guidance and support.

She lets the hug last a few moments more, knowing that (Y/N) probably hadn't had this kind of comfort in a long time.

"(Y/N), I have one request, also tell this to Telemachus, wake up early in the morning and come to me, I'll help you dress up, we'll meet up at the Main Hall, I have an announcement to make" Penelope requested

"Yes, I understand" (Y/N) answers, nodding.

Next Morning

Penelope greets them both in the Main Hall, looking as regal and poised as ever. (Y/N) and Telemachus enter together, Telemachus still looking groggy from the early wake-up. But they both clean up quite well and look presentable for the occasion, if a bit tired.

The Suitors quickly take notice of the Maiden next to Telemachus, but she doesn't even pay them a glance.

"Good Morning, Mother" (Y/N) smiles at her.

"Good morning, my dear" she responds to her with a voice soft yet firm.

"I imagine you are both wondering what's the purpose of this early gathering. I shall not waste your time then, and get straight to the point."

The suitors file in, their eyes hopeful and expectant as they take their places. They can feel the air of anticipation, believing that Penelope is finally going to declare which one of them she will marry.

"Suitors," she begins, her gaze sweeping the room to encompass all the men present, "I have called you here today to make an announcement, but not the sort you may expect."

"Today, I have come to a decision," she continues, her voice gaining a slight hint of determination, "For Telemachus's future..." Penelope turns her gaze to Telemachus, who straightens up as he realizes the spotlight is now on him.

Penelope turns back to face the suitors, her voice still steady and authoritative. "Indeed, I have come to a decision with regards to Telemachus, and who he will marry."

The room is even more quiet now. The suitors stare at Penelope, bewildered and eager to know who Telemachus was going to marry. Telemachus himself glances at Egeria, as if looking for reassurance.

Penelope takes a small breath, and straightens up. "I have determined, that Telemachus will marry-" She pauses for a moment, letting the suspense build for a few seconds. Then she continues softly "-is (Y/N)."

"Did you know this?" Telemachus asked in shock, looking at his bride to be

"No...no I didn't but..." (Y/N) smiled bashfully, fixing her hair as she looked at him. "It's a pleasant surprise" she smiled softly at him, as he smiled back at her.

The suitors grumble amongst themselves, their faces a mix of irritation and disappointment. Some of them had been holding out hope even after all this time, and were clearly not happy with the decision. But they all grudgingly accept that there's nothing they can do. They bow their heads in acceptance, though a few send resentful glances toward Telemachus and (Y/N).

But they did notice...(Y/N) is a very beautiful girl.

As the suitors look at Egeria, it's clear that their annoyance softens somewhat as they take in her beauty.

One of the suitors, a stocky man named Antonius, looks (Y/N) up and down, an appreciative look in his eyes. scheming.

Antonius steps forward, addressing Penelope. "Your Majesty," he says, his voice smooth and charming. "If I may say so, Telemachus has chosen well. This (Y/N) is lovely and graceful."

Penelope smiles politely, but her eyes are sharp and observant. She doesn't miss the way Antonius is eyeing (Y/N) with interest. But she simply responds, her voice neutral. "Yes, (Y/N) is indeed a beauty. Telemachus is fortunate to have her."

Antonius bows his head, then turns his attention back to (Y/N). He steps closer, his eyes raking appreciatively over her form. Telemachus, seeing this, bristles slightly, a possessive glint in his eyes.

Antonius grins at (Y/N), clearly enjoying the fact that he's riling Telemachus up. He makes a show of admiring her, walking around them, making sure to ogle at her most intimate parts, his eyes practically undressing her.

(Y/N) only looks at him uncomfortably, hiding behind Telemachus with a tight frown.

Antonius continues to ogle (Y/N) without any shame. Telemachus clenches his jaw, his jealousy and protectiveness growing stronger by the second. He takes a step forward to defend (Y/N), but Penelope swiftly holds up a hand to stop him.

"Antonius," Penelope says, her voice mild yet commanding. "Do not forget that Telemachus and (Y/N) are betrothed. It's highly inappropriate for you to be admiring her in such a…bold manner."

Antonius shrugs, unbothered by Penelope's reprimand. He gives (Y/N) one last lingering look before moving away, a sly grin playing on his lips. Telemachus glares at him, his fists clenched, but Penelope's hand on his arm holds him back.

Penelope turns to Telemachus, her voice low and gentle. "Let it be, my son," she murmurs. "Antonius only wants to provoke a reaction from you. Don't give him the satisfaction."*

Telemachus huffs, glaring at Antinous's retreating back. But he knows his mother is right, so he takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself. He glances over at (Y/N), who is looking a bit rattled by Antonius's attention.

(Y/N) simply holds his arm, shaking a bit.

Seeing (Y/N)'s unease, Telemachus immediately wraps a protective arm around her. He pulls her closer to his side, as if shielding her from Antonius's leering gaze.

(A/N: I love do me some lore bombs)

[slytherinshua]

🏀　HOW TO APPROACH YOU　( 변의주 )

genre fluff , mutual pining , highschool au , euijoo x fem!reader   cw i mean... property theft (reader steals ej's jersey) , ej is rly rly shy and oblivious tbh   wc 1043   request @fae-renjun for euijoo + stolen jersey for the 3k event   note tbh i didnt' know how to feel about this after i finished writing it. i was gonna rewrite it completely to be est rs instead but after rereading it this morning i was like eh its not that bad?? but i still don't know lol it is what it is ig   net @lune-net @kstrucknet

Euijoo liked you. You were aware of this fact. You also liked Euijoo. Euijoo was not aware of this fact.

He was on the basketball team, and you showed up to every game just to watch him. Mesmerized by the way he moved on the court, guiding the ball to the net with ease, scoring dozens of points for his team without breaking a sweat. He was the MVP. You were his biggest fan.

Euijoo never tried to talk to you, despite your attempts to approach him. You would take your chances sometimes after games, sometimes before class, and on rare occasions, during lunch when Euijoo wasn’t in the gym shooting hoops. He was too nervous to talk to you, and even more blushy when you talked to him. His friends teased him about it, but you just found it cute. 

The only thing that bothered you was how oblivious he was to your feelings. Weren’t you being obvious enough that you liked him? You wanted to wait until he asked you out, but the more you waited, the more you felt like he had absolutely no guts to do it. At least, not without a push. 

Given your propensity for impatience, you weren’t willing to give the boy of your dreams all the time in the world to become yours, so you came up with a plan. There weren’t many things that could force Euijoo to talk to you. However there was one item that you realized would perfectly force the boy to approach you. His lucky team jersey. 

You needed to somehow acquire it, though, which is where Nicholas came to your rescue. Another player on the basketball team and Euijoo’s best friend. He knew how much Euijoo liked you, and upon hearing of your plan, he was more than happy to assist. 

Nicholas delivered the freshly washed jersey to you the following day. It was an orangey red with white bold letters spelling BYUN across the back. You put it on immediately, getting distracted by the lingering scent of Euijoo for a second (he smelled like oranges). This particular jersey was important to Euijoo. He wore it every time he won a game, and one could tell based on the slightly faded colour of it. Whenever he switched it out with a different jersey, he would lose. It was his good luck charm. 

Now that you had it, the next phase of your plan— get Euijoo to notice you wearing your jersey— was a go.

Your hope was, after noticing that his jersey was missing and seeing you wearing the jersey, he would ask for it back. He needed it to play for practice and season finals. You were practically forcing him to talk to you, and hopefully, you could bait him into asking you out too.

But you had underestimated Euijoo’s shyness, as well as his non confrontational attitude. He saw you wearing the jersey to class, in the hallways, and at lunch. He didn’t just see, he stared. Eyes glued to your figure wherever you went.

You thought your plan was surely going successfully. He would approach you at any time and demand it back, and then you would hit him with a smooth not until you ask me out.

But… Euijoo was Euijoo. And he would not approach you.

He went to practice without the jersey, adorning another one with a much brighter orangey red colour. He played horribly, and got a few strict words about it from his coach. You watched it all happen, the missing jersey hidden under your hoodie. Euijoo spared you a few extra glances that day at practice. You only smiled at him.

The end of the season was quickly drawing near, and the most important game with it. A full month after you had pocketed Euijoo’s jersey. Still not a word about it from the boy. You knew he would have to ask you soon, though. He needed it for the game. 

Thursday morning, one day before the game, he finally stopped you at your locker.

“Have you seen my jersey, Y/n?” he asked. He almost sounded too genuine and oblivious. You were confused. He knew you had his jersey. Why would he ask like that? You rolled with it, though.

“Is this what you’re looking for?” You pulled up your sweater, revealing the jersey you wore underneath, immediately recognizable by the number 8 on it. Heat crept up Euijoo’s neck.

“I… I kinda need it for tomorrow’s game.”

“Why? You have others just like it,” you said, hoping the work you put in would lead somewhere. 

“It’s just that particular jersey is special—“

“—cause you always win games in it?” you completed for him, causing him to let out a breath of relief he didn’t know he was holding.

“Yeah. You get it. So, can I have it back?”

“Will it be okay? It smells like my perfume now,” you told him, smiling slightly as you watched him get flustered again at the thought. You really should have stopped teasing him ages ago, but he was just too cute not to. You fully intended to give it to him in the end, though. A few more minutes of seeing his cute flushed face wouldn’t hurt.

“It’ll be fine,” he promised. You nodded with a smile. Euijoo could feel his heart beating in his chest. He was so sure this was the fastest it had ever raced. No amount of adrenaline from basketball could get him this worked up. “Can I have it back now?” 

“Only if you take me on a date,” you said smoothly. Euijoo’s eyes practically bulged out, trying to process if he had heard you right.

“A date? With me?” 

“Yes. With you. You really haven’t caught on by now?” 

“Huh?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his obliviousness and how adorable his confused face was. Euijoo felt like he was floating on the clouds, no longer on this earth. Perhaps he was dreaming, and he would soon wake up to realize that this was all a figment of his imagination. There was just no way the girl he had been crushing on for so long was asking him for a date. 

“I like you, stupid.”

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[noveauskull]

How WUWA Men React To You Being An Alcoholic (SFW)

characters: geshu lin, jiyan, scar, calcharo, mortefi, aalto, yuanwu x reader

warnings: heavy mentions of alcohol addiction, inaccurate ways to getting rid of alcohol addiction or improper help for alcohol addiction is also mentioned

GESHU LIN:

He comes to the conclusion that you're an alcoholic everytime you come home smelling like alcohol

He's not stupid, so he knew for a while, he just wanted to wait and see when you will tell him, though you never did, cause you believed he never knew

He confronts to you about it after growing impatient, and you tried to lie to him because you didn't want him to know that you were an alcoholic, but it's no use, he's determined to find an answer

When you started feeling an immense wave of guilt, you started to cry and bury your face in your hands, confessing that you couldn't get over the addiction and how its affected your other relationships

You weren't surprised when he said that he doesn't care about you being an alcoholic, but you've already heard those words from many of your exes before

But he still insisted on staying by your side

But you remind yourself that Geshu Lin is a strong man. I mean, he's literally a General, he can handle anything

Now if you ever come home drunk he just kisses you and asks you if you could come home sober to get drunk with him instead

He's the type to encourage your bad habits as long as long as he can be with you (green flag but at what cost?)

JIYAN:

You would confess to him about having a drinking problem right off the bat, there's no way you could lie to your beloved boyfriend's face

You knew he'd be understanding, but you were sort of bummed out when he suggested on keeping you away from any alcohol

He'd make sure everytime you came home he couldn't smell a single drop of alcohol, if he did, he would be very disappointed, and only increase the amount of things you need to do to keep yourself from drinking

He may be strict, but he's doing this for your own good, he doesn't want you to face any issues with your body and wants you to remain healthy

Often times when you feel so stressed and hurt, but you can't drink alcohol, he'd let you run to your arms and cry as much as you wanted, whispering sweet and comforting things to make you feel better

Of course, the addiction doesn't go away that easily, so whenever you make it pass the week without drinking alcohol, he lets you get crazy drunk on saturdays so you can rest with him on sundays after being completely wasted and hung over

Slowly but surely, he'll help you overcome it

SCAR:

You never told him you were an alcoholic, but things started to get real obvious as time went on, and he sort of put the conclusion up himself that you were addicted to alcohol

At first, Scar didn't care if you're an alcoholic, matter of fact, he wanted to get drunk with you or at least be present in every moment you get drunk just so he could have some entertainment

But his excitement wears out fast when he realizes that you're drunk almost every time

That's when he starts to worry and he tries to find ways to keep you away from alcohol

Unfortunately that led to a huge fight between you and him, that's cause he found your stash of alcohol in the bedroom closet under your clothes and got rid of them

The argument happening while you were drunk of course, but you immediately feel sorry when you saw how serious he was about this

He'd give you juice boxes to take to work instead of you having to sneak alcohol into your waterbottle

He is very sharp, so don't even bother doing something as dumb as sneaking alcohol in

If you try to come home while you are drunk, chances of you sleeping on the couch/him sleeping on the couch away from you is very likely, so don't make him upset

He's crazy, but he's even crazier for you

CALCHARO:

For a man at his grown age, he had no idea that people can get this addicted to alcohol

He only knew about alcohol addiction when you would come home smelling like every different alcoholic drink in the world

When he asks you about it, you had no choice but to be honest and say you might have a small drinking problem

He didn't think it was a huge issue at first, so he didn't mind you drink alcohol to the point that it's literally part of your scent

But on some days, he would come home to you frantically trying to find something worth drinking, and your behaviors when you're sober too long started to become abnormal

That's when he decided it was enough and grabs you by the arms, making you look at him while he tells you to get a hold of yourself, and that he will do anything to help you

It took you a while, but he managed to help you get through your addiction just by showing you more affection, he himself has no idea what he did either, but just his presence alone makes you feel like alcohol might not be worth it at all

He is literally worth more than any addiction

MORTEFI:

No way, not on his watch.

The moment he smells alcohol, he's alright with it cause it was only one or two times

Anymore than three or four times is a cause for concern, but over five times? Get it together, he is not letting that happen to you

You can try to explain to him that this is all you needed to help you get over a full day of stress but he is not listening to you, instead, he's too busy finding your other stashes of alcohol that he has no idea about

He's a bit upset at you for not telling him about your problem and hiding things from him, but he is understanding and will make sure you never touch a class of alcohol ever again

That means going through heavy lengths to keep you away from any place that sells alcohol, even convenience stores

Yeah, he's a bit crazy, but honestly, his determination to keep you away from alcohol is kinda admirable, and cute

It's even funnier when he starts pulling up random cases of people who have heart problems on his phone, showing you why you shouldn't drink (it won't work but it's cute to see him so desperate to help you change)

He's forceful, but he's doing it for your own good, and he's cute while doing it so it doesn't matter

AALTO:

He thinks it's his fault you became an alcoholic, even though he's not even close to being the reason why you're like this

That's because before you two were official you two would often go and drink together

Anyways, he is making sure you don't drink too much alcohol

Truth being, you drinking alcohol is fine, but if you drink too much it might affect your body, and knowing you're struggling mentally with stress, he doesn't think giving your body struggles is any better

Whenever you feel like crying or getting aggressive, he's taking all the hits for you, anything you are going through with he'll take the damage for you just so you could get a chance to breath and get things out of your system

He tries to find you a new hobby, such as playing video games or gardening, anything to give you some sort of relief

Oh and he loves making jokes with you, anytime you look grumpy or sad, he'll keep throwing in jokes until he sees the corner of your lips move

Eventually you gotta let out a small giggle, cause this guy is way too sweet and goofy for your own good

Although it doesn't help with your drinking problem, it's still nice to know he's willing to go through these lengths for you

YUANWU:

He doesn't expect you to be an alcoholic, but he isn't that serious about it

He is aware that it's an issue that you're so stuck on drinking until your whole immune system fails but he doesn't show you how worried he is

Instead, he makes it subtle to help you change your ways

Such as taking you out on midnight walks

Or even making you drink every flavor of tea he has, so that your mouth and bladder gets tired of all the drinking

He always asks how your day was, but ever since he knew about your drinking problem, he starts making you go into detail without you realizing

Funnily enough, he even recomended you to start boxing, this is just so he could keep an eye on you though

You might think you're slick when you sneak in some alcohol in your bag, but he knows, so he also, secretly takes the alcohol away from your bag without you noticing

That's literally how you knew that he knew about your alcohol addiction

You're very glad he didn't shame you for it, or even bothered talking to you about it, he just immediately went to finding ways to help your issue in anyway he could

Truly a gentleman

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A/N: PHEW I FINALLY PUSHED ANOTHER ONE! Next up WUWA Men when you act like a brat! (In a few hours)

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<3hi! I love the way you right Steve, I have a smut idea where reader and Steve get into a argument or something, maybe at a party a girl was flirting with Steve and he didn't notice it, and once reader is clearly upset he feels so bad because he truly didn't notice it hurt reader:/ (our Stevie would never do such a thing) which is why he promises to make it up to her by making her feel good ;)

Loooooove this idea! sorry it took so long, I kept changing stuff around lol hope you enjoy as much as I enjoyed writing! :)

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem Reader

word count: 1k

Warnings: MDNI! Fluff, slight angst, oral (f receiving), fingering

Master list:

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You feel the cool air wrap around you as your feet rush you away from the party and onto the side walk. Your face hot, cheeks red and anger fills your body. Steve, your boyfriend, trailing hot behind you, suddenly you feel his hand wrap around your wrist stopping you.

“baby where are you going?” he asks innocently, in an attempt to understand the sudden turmoil in your demeanor.

You yank your wrist away and continue walking.

There’s a sudden shift in his tone “honey what’s wrong?” he asks.

“seriously Steve?” you push out, turning to look at him “that girl was so obviously flirting with you and you did nothing!!!” you shout, waving your hand dismissively.

“what are you talking about? flirting? she wasn’t flirting?” he says, a bit of honest confusion in his voice.

You don’t even reply, you just let out a scoff, turning your heel and continuing your walk back to his house. The distance was short, as the party had taken place just a few houses down.

The little bit of alcohol in your system is already starting to tool with your emotions. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes, but you fought them back, the frustration taking over; Can he really be that oblivious? You didn’t want to talk, you wanted him to understand something so simple without you having to explain.

“babe will you just slow down please?” he says as he catches up to you, his breath visible in the cool night air, his large body moving in front of yours, stopping you. His hand gently finds its way to your waist, “I didn’t notice it okay?” he says, eyes trying to meet yours. “Just how you didn’t notice I left till I was halfway down the driveway? you were too busy answering her questions and being completely oblivious to her obvious advances” you rant, realization slowly dawned on him, eyes getting softer.

You turn away from him to cross the street, quickly making your way up Steve’s driveway, pushing open his front door and making your way upstairs to his bedroom.

”cant we talk about this?” he says as he quickly trails up the stairs, following you into his room. “I thought- shit, I guess I thought she was just being friendly” he admits, his hands rushing through his hair, a hint of realization in his voice as he recalls the events, feeling like total shit he didn’t realize sooner. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner okay? I didn’t intend to hurt you sweetie” he finishes, his voice soft and sincere as he makes his way towards you, hands meeting your hips pushing you softly onto his bed.

The back of your knees meet his bed and you sit down, before scooting back against his headboard his hands helping to guide you, a pout sits on your face, you know he means it, you know your sweet boyfriend would never allow a girl to flirt with him when he has you, you know he wouldn’t even give her the time of day, you know he would never do anything to upset you.

He scans your face with those soft eyes of his, his hand resting on your cheek, his thumb softly rubbing the area there “talk to me please” he demands.

you finally meet his gaze, feeling bad for your outburst “i’m sorry for storming out on you like that, I just thought you were doing it on purpose” you share, tilting your head down, breaking away from his gaze, your hand moving to rest over his.

“no no don’t apologize baby, I should be the one apologizing” he tells you, his hand bringing your face back up so your eyes meet again, his lips leaning in to meet yours.

“ur not mad at me anymore are you?” he asks once he pulls away from the kiss

“no Steve” you say, kissing him again

But he still feels it, he still feels that hint of insecurity that lingers on you, desperate to show you how much you matter to him.

He slowly begins to kiss down your neck, between every soft kiss placed is a mumbled “i’m sorry”, as he trails down your chest, lifting your shirt up in the process to kiss the skin there he follows up with more “i’m sorry’s” till he gets to your thighs, kissing the inside of them, “hate when you’re upset” he says in a pout, “let me make it up to you yeah?” he mumbles, and you just can’t help but surrender to him, legs growing weak.

He slowly and softly tugs your pants down, hand gripping your knees to widen your legs for him, his lips brushing against the fabric of your panties that sits over your cunt, placing a soft kiss there, his sharp nose poking your clit through your panties, the friction mixed with his warm breath causes your heart to jump.

“you’d like that?” he teases

“mmmm” you hum “Steve please” is all you manage to get out, sinking into his pillows, and suddenly you forget why you were even mad at him in the first place.

In a swift motion he slides your panties down your leg; Your cunt already slick with your arousal, he wastes no time, his tongue gently sliding between your folds, soaking up every drip caused by him. Tongue moving up and down you slowly, eventually dipping into your hole exploring the area he knows so well.

He moves his tongue up to your needy clit, circling the area soft and slow, a way to say how sorry he is. Once and a while, sucking your clit between his lips desperate to only focus on you right now, paying attention to how you buck your hips up to grind your cunt into him, your hands fisting at his hair, moans of his name fall between your lips.

Two of his fingers move to rub over your clit, before moving down, sliding right inside of you, his mouth moving back to your clit to suck and kiss as he pumps his fingers inside of you reaching a sensitive spot deep in you, the tension in your stomach growing stronger. His other hand snaked around your thigh, pressing firmly on your belly to hold you still as you squirm at the pleasure, back arching off the bed.

And it hits you. Your orgasm breaks free, mouth falling open as you give in to complete ecstasy. Steve’s tongue still working magic on your core, riding you through your orgasm, your cunt pulsing again this lips, moans and curses is all that manage to leave your lips, hands griping even harder at Steve’s hair causing him to groan against your cunt, your chest moving up and down, heavy breaths leave your lungs as you try to come down from your high.

Steve removes his mouth from your heat, crawling up the bed to hover over you, crashing his lips onto yours “told you i’d make it all up to you didn’t i” he says, bumping his nose into yours causing you to let out a giggle, before plopping next to you hands moving to your own as he pulls you to his chest, pulling the blanket over the both of you, your head resting on his shoulder, eyes drifting shut as his thumb rubs soothing circles on your arm.

Master list:

[genderqueerdykes]

finding out i'm intersex has been the most relieving, freeing thing i've experienced, second only to starting testosterone. like... finally knowing why my body was so different from my perisex transmasc peers', why i could never relate to them, why i always gravitated towards intersex discussions of their development--because hold on a minute, that sounds familiar!

i felt just like. really ashamed for a long time. ashamed for relating to intersex folks (because i was worried about "co-opting their experiences" no matter how silent i stayed about my experiences, no matter how much i denied the Strangeness around my own bodily development, no matter how much i tried to reassure myself that it's okay to relate to people who aren't necessarily like me, etc--the moral OCD probably made this a thousand times worse), ashamed for never relating to perisex [transmasc] folks, and just. Ashamed.

things finally clicked into place for me recently ("hold on, wtf do you mean growing multiple, actual beard hairs at 16 (pre-T!) when all of your cis, perisex male relatives only started growing their facial hair in their early 20s at the very earliest is 'normal perisex development'? that feels completely backwards. like wildly backwards. dude, you're nearly a year and a half on T and you've gotten absolutely 0 fat redistribution, all that's happened is you've gained weight and muscle; your body generally has the exact same ratios part-to-part as it did before, just Bigger/More. buddy, you were a fucking baritone pre-T, which is wildly deep for someone who is presumably perisex and was afab. pal, every single effect of testosterone happened WAY sooner and more 'severely' than expected (except for the fat redistribution, which didn't happen at all because your fat distribution was already extraordinarily masculine), you're extremely sensitive to testosterone HRT in a way most perisex people probably would not be. friend, you have notably high testosterone levels and the only reason nobody mentioned it is probably because you were tested to go on testosterone, not because of other concerns (that you never mentioned), thus leading to them thinking it was a non-issue, or at least would be a non-issue in a few months since you were going on T anyways--and also, when has anybody ever mentioned that you've had notably high or low levels of anything? it took you months after the corresponding blood test to learn you had an iron deficiency requiring 130mg in iron supplements every day until you no longer got your period! why would they ever mention the high testosterone levels to you???"--etc etc, i could probably go on for hours) and it's been. possibly The Best Thing for my self confidence and mental health. it feels obvious in hindsight, but hindsight is also 20/20. and also i was riddled with moral OCD and fears of doing/saying/feeling/thinking Something Wrong. following you and hearing your experiences and thoughts has probably helped the most since it like. made the possibility of me being intersex Less Scary to consider.

anyways. Yeah. just needed to ramble about this somewhere/to someone since i'm not really in any intersex spaces (at least, none that i feel comfortable talking much in) and it's a lot to bottle up, even if it's by and large positive hdsgjs hope you don't mind lol

you know, the thing people need to realize is often times there is a lot of time that passes before someone realizes they're intersex. like for a lot of intersex people, not all, but a lot, it takes a really long time to figure that out. and they may question being intersex by reading others' experiences. that's not a bad thing i don't see how it's bad for someone to educate themselves and go. wow that really feels like me. i see myself in this

people get so hostile and mad towards people who are questioning and its like. we ALL go through a questioning phase when it comes to adopting queer identities. you don't just pop into existence knowing the words for all of your experiences. you have to learn somewhere. we have to be kinder to people who don't know what their experience is just yet

i'm glad realizing that has been good for you! i felt the same way when i realized it i was like ??? why can't i relate to a lot of these experiences. being intersex can be a super unique experience that makes you feel like a total outlier. i'm glad you now have a word and a community for who you are and what you're going through! thanks for stopping by, i really appreciate hearing from you! let us know if you need any help down the road

[rozugold]

Ok ramble time

Ok imagine you’re Tubbo. You just got your distant brother figure and your bestie off that damn mountain, though not in the most ideal way (I will make those comics eventuallyyy)

But that’s beside the point. You saved your best friend! You did something right for once! Except sike! your best friend hates you now, and you kind of hate him too (you let him know as much) then you guys stop talking. Which is fine, i mean, it’s not like he was your entire world.

You return to Snowchester! It’s a ghost town, obviously. There’s a memorial of you, decorated with fresh flowers and dusty knick knacks. The flowers are from Ranboo, he’s pretty sweet. He’s also been the one to upkeep your town while you were gone. You hang out with them a lot, they’re the only one who sticks around these days. They’re pretty sweet.

You try to go back to doing the things you did before you died. There’s those nukes you never finished making, so you work on them. And you work on them. And you work on them. And you get nothing done. Your brain feels scattered and far away, it’s impossible to focus. So you give it a break, you can afford to. It’s pretty safe these days with Dream gone, you know because you keep tabs on everyone on the server. There’s some strange things going on here and there but nothing too concerning. You hang out with Ranboo more.

Ah fuck, you two find a baby. It’s a piglin, infected but not fully zombified as it has enough thought to run up to you two for help. So you take it back to snowchester and give it potions to stop the infection. Ranboo is worried it won’t work, you tell him it probably won’t. But you reassure him that if it doesn’t, you’ll take it back to the nether to let it “live” out the rest of it’s days. (Do zombies live?) Ranboo spends the night in your attic with the piglin. He’s pretty sweet. Regardless you tell him to not keep his hopes up too high.

Next morning, it worked! You “dub thee Michael!” Ranboo is relieved. There’s a kid living in your house now.

There’s a kid living in his house now. The timeline becomes unclear at this point since I’m still figuring it out. But now that Michael is in the picture Tubbo starts getting worried. He realizes he has no way of protecting him. Maybe the syndicate come visit Snowchester and that shocks him into thinking about the nukes again. And so Tubbo starts throwing himself into projects again. And it starts getting ✨bad ✨

Honestly, It’s been really fun figuring out how Tubbo deteriorates because everything is so internal with him compared to Tommy. It’s obvious with Tommy, you could see him visibly fall apart (think his exile skins, he stops feeding himself, he doesn’t care when he takes damage) But with Tubbo it isn’t so obvious, atleast not right away. Sure his eye bags get darker and he stares off into space for a little too long. But he still looks put together. (Habitable maybe. Or a learned skill.)

Maybe he eventually gets the nukes working but they’re not as successful as he wanted them to be and that guts him. He takes it as another failure. What if he’s just cursed? Is everything he cares about forever doomed to feel like holding water in his hands? What is wrong with him?

I’m gonna share a song and explain this next part using its lyrics because I’m so ILL over it, it’s the most di!tubbo song ever. Throw on …Well, better than the alternative by Will Wood 👍

Tubbo’s feelings towards Michael is complicated… He absolutely loves him to death but he’s really apprehensive about being a dad. He has this fear that he’s going to somehow corrupt Michael and or fail to keep him safe. So he ends up becoming emotionally distant from him and at his worst he gives him up completely to Ranboo.

I think Ranboo and Tubbo get married as a joke at first. But Ranboo continues to love him so unconditionally and honestly and Tubbo catches a crush, which is absolute HELL for him at first sjdhdj. I imagine him being arospec so this crush is a completely new and surprising feeling and he doesn’t know how to handle it. So he doesn’t, and keeps playing it as a joke even as their relationship develops.

Also the repeat of “everybody’s up on everybody’s business” is very fitting for describing the server. There’s things to be developed here I just haven’t yet… I’m just thinking about the possibilities like the egg, the syndicate, las nevadas… hmmm

This song is begging to be made into an animatic because I can imagine Tubbo screaming at Tommy during this part. He was just trying to help the best way he could… yet things still end badly, and everyone ends up hurt… di!clingy oh di!clingy, they’re such a mess. A bitter, angry, grieving mess. Wait ok i wasn’t planning on writing grieving there but then my next thought was “who are they grieving?” EACH OTHER. THEY’RE GRIEVING EACH OTHER. o(-(

Ok that’s it. Phew that was a lot of writing. Here’s some drawings for your time

[ouma-kichi]

Mahiru Koizumi, Peko Pekoyama, Ibuki Mioda, Mikan Tsumiki, and Chiaki Nanami with a crush on yo

LOL SO LIKE. i completely abandoned this account but i felt a little nostalgic and checked on it and this draft was here, it was originally gonna be the whole drv2 cast but i am not finishing this so here is all that is left because if youre for some reason still here you at least deserve this

Info/Warnings: no warnings, besides things that could be considered spoilers for the game ? reader is gender nonspecific, though pronouns r not even used !

---also these first few are from april 14 holy shit---

Mahiru Koizumi:

i guess this would be the most obvious thing, but she would definitely take pictures of you basically constantly

she cant help it okay !! its like every single moment shes with you is so so important to her that she can't help but just snap pictures at every moment

like she already takes pictures all the fuckin time but NOW....

now that she has a subject that she believes to be so effortlessly breathtaking.

now that she has a model who can do something simple- quietly flipping through the pages of a book, breathing softly in peaceful moments, looking at her with sleepy eyes- and look so utterly captivating.

now that she has something worth taking photos of.

she really cant help but take a picture every time you turn to look at her.

its like she sits there for a moment; her eyes widening in the same way the aperture of her lens widens, to take in more light, to take in more of you

and she absolutely makes sure her camera is in focus . she constantly has her focus on you, it simply wouldn't do you justice if her camera didn't do the same

you make her so blushy.

before either of you realize it, she has her camera pointed toward you, with a giggle and a red face

she secretly thinks its a disservice to ignore how perfect you are to her. with a sigh, she believes art with your beauty as the focal point is simply something you deserve.

her camera serves as her eyes, she uses the lens to look at the world

but most importantly, she uses them to look at you

Peko Pekoyama:

oh she is super protective but not in the LOUD CHARISMATIC GOOFY WAY (like akane p much hehe)

instead she's protective in a very silent way

like she doesn't protect you by goin LEMME BEAT THE BAD GUY UP she simply protects you because that's what's natural to her

she would never be the type to scream out how much she cares about you from rooftops, but she's always there beside you

you know she likes you in every moment you're together, she shows it in very quiet and subtle ways

in the way she walks silently beside you, eyes carefully observing for any sense of danger or even just annoyance that threatens you

the way she gently pushes you behind her, when she comes to defuse a heated argument you're in

the way she grips you tight in any possible moment of fear

the way she plays with your hair, her calloused and tired hands gently touching your hair, as she waits for you to fall asleep at night

the way she looks at you, warm eyes and slightly red cheeks

the way she carefully remembers things about you, everything you've ever told her

the way she makes you feel safe

the way she makes you feel held

the way you want to be protected by her

the way you want to be held by her

Ibuki Mioda:

oooowowoowo she would definitely be like super straightforward about it

i mean this is ibuki we're talkin about !!

and shes very loud about it too

like she'll do shit like stereotypical shit like writing songs about you or serenading you at concerts

she probably named an album after you, and she used like a voicemail from u as like the intro to one of her songs

its like her brain just NEVER EVER shuts up about you

first of all, she is barely ever apart from you .. she absolutely will constantly be at your side just because she wants to laugh with you

but even when you're apart she's still just !!!!!!!!!!!!!! thinking about you !!!!

so of course she just writes every single soft feeling for you and word vomits it all into songs

the first few months after she realized she really liked you was a period where literally every song she wrote was just .. about you

there's a solid chunk of her discography that is just

(listen i really wanted to write nonsense song titles for ibukis section)

Sugary Sweet Lovesick Girl

Butterflies In Digestive Organs

An Eye For An Eye (And My Eye's On You)

Crushing Hard, Ms. Hydraulics

Puppy Love For Barking Dogs

I Should've Brought My Inhaler (With The Way U Take My Breath Away)

Sights for Sore Eyes, Touches for Tired Hands

it's easily her biggest form of expression, and she has so much to say about you

so be prepared for her next album to be full of references to the days you spend together

references to your face and the way your eyes look at her

and references to all her feelings for you

Mikan Tsumiki:

oh man she is so obsessed with you

like at first shes like U-UM A-A-ARE Y-YOU P-PRANKING ME ? bc youre so fucking nice to her

obviously she is not used to gentle treatment, i think that's partially why she fell for you so fast

she has never been treated in a kind and soft and loving way in her entire life, and now ?? some mf just genuinely wants to be around her

you just wanna be with her

and she very much wants to be with you

i mean she has never been treated with any sort of respect ever, and she is so insecure and afraid ..

and suddenly, you come along and you treat her with care and with love

slowly but surely, she starts to realize that you genuinely care about her and you're safe and you're not tricking her and she is just. so smitten

very much following her whole "you... are the one who has forgiven me..." dialogue from the game

she realizes, every time she cries out and begs for you to forgive her (for something you didn't even care about), you will always just look at her with a smile

you'll always look at her and say it's okay

because you forgive her.

so she never wants to be away from you, and most of the time you're never separated anyways

she clings to you, because you make everything feel okay. you make her feel okay when she panics or starts to tremble.

when she can hardly speak from anxiety, when she starts to spiral

when it feels like the entire world is falling apart, you make it okay

even if it's just for a moment,

everything's okay

because she knows you'll forgive her

---this part is frome june 25 lol---

Chiaki Nanami:

oh she is really fucking soft and cute

i think this is really obvious but she would absolutely make you play games with her constantly

she basically lives, breathes, and eats games so its kinda a no brainer here

and it's very important to her

because she isn't good at dating games, she doesn't quite understand the inner workings of human interaction, and she certainly doesn't know where to even begin with talking to you

she really doesn't want anything to be awkward or weird

and so... games

sometimes when you're playing, she sits there, with her cheeks all puffed up and her cat hood on, focused on whatever game she decided to show you that day

before sneaking small glances at you, glances that probably go unnoticed on your end

but man those small glances and the little moments she spends playing with you really mean a lot

because she only really knows how to connect with people via video game

[yeetspace]

It's crazy how people don't realize that patriarchy ISN'T just "when men"

Cuz like no. That hypothetical trans guy isn't entering the patriarchy because he's trans, he IS HOWEVER experiencing multiple layers of intersectional trauma from existing in a society that enacts violence on anything that isn't seen as masculine from before transition AND you actively trying to say he has some kind of magical invisible privilege that has never been there because you can only conceptualize someone transitioning into what you've been lied to assume is "the enemy" as being done as a power move, because you transphobically assume that someone's doing it for any incentive other than that person's happiness.

Like my gamer that constant accusations of having that so-called patriarchal privilege is ONE of those intersectional aggressions, separate from the overt acts of violence that already happens to trans people, now additionally being downplayed because of some perceived privilege in their cases a lot of the time. This is some "Republicans actively Go out of their way to remove all possible ability to do stuff for us, and then once people start getting desperate and just killing themselves over it they point to that as the reason why they took that stuff in the first place" type argument. Like it becomes obvious it was meant and done so in a "I finally did it kind of way" but being pointed out like a "think of the children" kind of way cuz it's real easy to lie to people when you say think of the children first, in this case "think of the victims of patriarchy" while actively stepping over people who are direct victims of the patriarchy.

I know it's a crazy concept to get through some of y'all's heads, but like multiple groups can have multiple different AND same delineating pieces of like information. There can be intersectional terminology AND intrasectional terminology.

Cuz no bitch, a trans man talking about HIS PERSONAL LIFE and the SPECIFIC TRAUMA HE FACED as someone who was forced to experience the inherent traumas that come with being socialized growing up as someone societally seen and presented as female, is not him "trying to make you feel bad for someone who's privileged". Because he doesn't have The Patriarchy™.

Patriarchy is when the homogeneous concept of a straight white guy is going to have as much leeway as he can possible in the systems and in terms of getting proper justice and treatment. Because patriarchy isn't when men, patriarchy is when the societal standard of "whiteness" & "man & woman" is upheld.

A standard that in its own right is completely arbitrary because any delineation of human, other than just "Person" is needless categorization or at the very secondary aspect the main part, the fact that that's a person first, as the existence of intersex people shows, what's considered the standard of sex even Is just random characteristics people who either didn't know better or could benefit off of making sure people thought about it this way, had decided are "the correct ones" amongst a sea of what is actually just how reality works; no two people's bodies being the same, just the same as no two people's unique existences are, and each individual strand of DNA is unique.

And this is coming from a trans girl. Because I'm on that intersectionality shit. No one's free till we all are, it's pretty simple. The best way to do that is to not try and get angry at someone else for... *Checks notes* sharing their personal life because they used terminology that applies to them as well, that you personally didn't want to hear used that way even though there is no reasoning why it shouldn't be as it also can apply to him too

and also separately because for some reason that's a different problem but from the same crowd, it's not making up a new word if you don't want people to be using what you've decided Is "your" terminology, and either way what even do you mean by "making up a new word" all of them are fuck you. Because it's just people trying to be bigoted from within which is FUCKING WILD TO ME. LIKE???

[meowkusunoki]

t3 cover wishlist

dividers

haruka

A Guide To The New World

good morning, new world. i breathe in and out as i shoulder my persistent habit of self-deprecation and decide to regard my life up until yesterday as the old me. i’m not good enough. i’m completely overshadowed. i want to be like you.

Undead Alice

“live by feeding on me, since you can’t die even if you want to.” everyone except us is crazy, even though your echo can be heard by everyone. every time i ask for ideas to hurt myself, i breathe in happiness and breath out poison. the ideal junkie, doesn’t it feel good that only the two of us are normal?

yuno

Sad Girl Sex

sad girl sex, pow-pow! RIP to naivete, how come i’m the lamest? so this love’s something that can be filled by sleepin’ with somebody? no, it's not!

sad girl sex, pow-pow! love, it squashed me, i still feel it inside, just as i imagined, this hell, i can’t go back, your shut down sucks, it’s killin’ me!

Addiction

leaving me alone after getting bored of me makes me sad. putting © beside the feelings i gave you. a masterpiece of a great nuisance, you should choose the title you like for it.

lock-on to the soul addiction. the warmth of a hug isn't denying the bad. no life or death, without you here. it doesn’t matter how many times, is it ok to smell it?

lock-on to the soul addiction. i can’t feel anything alone, but i guess that’s obvious. solve the problem within yourself. it doesn’t matter how many times, is it ok to smell it?

Cinderella

hey, i want you to tell me how i should act in this situation. hey, i just want to go crazy with the words like “i love you”.

so irritating!! hello to the unfortunate me, i’m confused, hate it, hate it! so irritating!! messed up bangs, getting angry, annoying, annoying!

no no no, i want to say “i love you” when i’m cuter! no no no, it’s not okay, i’ll go back to a cocoon and try again!

fuuta

Chimera

aw, i just want to invent myself! i’m a cute chimera sewn crooked ←new!! expectations and pressures were the blueprint, i’m a cute chimera made from sucking xxx ←###

aw, i just don't know who i am! i'm a cute chimera who's changed ←new?? that blotchy pattern was a message, i'm a pretty little chimera made to be desired ←♡♡♡

muu

Theory of Negativity

i say “i’ll just die,” but am i really even alive in the first place? even if you get fed up with someone and start treating them poorly, since nothing will change, 'i want to change’ is the only wish i want granted.

“is that all?” you said, laughing at me, but even you have a ton of weak points. if only i could say 'stop it’ before it overflows, isn’t that right?

Ghost Rule

"mayday!" feel free to berate me, if honesty seems like such a wonderful thing. hey "mayday!" bring down the gavel and seal my fate, i who've chosen to act spoiled to the end.

"mayday!" expose me for what i really am, for this world is about to meet its end! hey "mayday!" dance with me! did you actually realize "i" was never truly here to begin with?

Aitai-liens

you throwin’ around that “later!”, such a bitch ass move, you deserve happiness, not! bad-bye-bye still addicted, but actin’ stupid, and pretending to be a good girl, ha-ha!

“hello earthlings, aitai-lians, we are.” “love us, you did, aliens from afar, we are.” goodbye to “want you”, a loversaurus, i wanted you to be the hero of this story, you know.

shidou

Cosmic Rendezvous

everything i thought i did for you, it was actually all for me, to realize that now, i mean, how thick am i? here, take all of my oxygen, so in exchange, please please wake up.

i wanna dance with you, forever, i wanna poke fun and play, forever, this sucks so bad, this countdown to bye-bye, not long now till it runs out, fxxk. hey, take me with you to the other side, “together forever” like on a playground, laugh around but seriously, what’s up with my wish not coming true? fxxk.

mahiru

Otogibanashi / Fakery Tale

the space between today and yesterday, a slightly lonely place, a somewhat kind and gentle one as well, i want to go there.

you appear countless times, crying as you say “goodbye”...

if it all became a lie, that would be just fine, that goodbye you said while having shed those tears. don’t cry with that ashamed face, i want to forget it all and go back, i beg of you...

Zombies

“i want to die, i want to die” but wait, you’re already dead! but “i miss you, i miss you” won’t disappear. pain, pain, doesn’t go away, tell me why, tell me why? only loneliness remains.

waha! we’re zombies, zombies!

stitch the wounds, apply the honey, 100 times, outfit to fall in love; rub the wounds, suck the honey, 100 times, i want to fall in love!

kazui

Pseudo-Hope Syndrome

okay, i will be more responsible, so please don’t abandon me. i can’t even remember how many pinky promises i made with you, oh no, i can’t move anymore, how many pinkies do i have to cut off? i just started to realize now.

it’s okay to shed some tears if you wish to, and if it eases the pain, let’s dilute today with tears. how many times do i have to repeat this?

oh, i was so naive.

Relationship Scramble

in that case, we might as well go the distorted route, as that feels more right. it still hurts so much even now, with no sign of going away. i yearned so much for that "correctness," to the point that it breaks me down. next time, i'll just continue hiding my true desires and pushing forward with my false love, for someone's sake.

amane

Dilemma

take that! bang bang bang! don’t play around, how much i’ve done for you, you probably don’t even know, you don’t even know, you don’t even want to know.

take that! bang bang bang! you’ll go to hell, why don’t you say something? but can’t go back, we can’t come back. heal it, heal it, the after-effects of your “love”

this one sided love is tough, please text me later the instructions to forget you.

Poison Apple

you say no, but you say you love me, i can’t keep up. you’re the one who took your leave, hey, are you out of your mind?

you make me laugh with your “sorry”, serves you right, always self-centered. on a different note, your tear-stained face, it kinda tickles me the right way.

no more, not any more, you really should stop. no more, not any more, i’d get so ripe. i just can’t!

mikoto

(Not) A Devil

the maliciousness of the quote “it’s for your own good”, salaries exploited by the line “your dreams will come true”, ah, highly addictive things always hide a trap. my soul’s been reaped, how nasty, how nasty.

my radiant halo is closing in around my neck, it loosens when i lie, i can’t call out "sos". let’s cover it up in white paint, let's get lost in the parts we're playing, it gets easier when you lie, go on, try it!

My Name Is (this one is mostly vibes)

recently i’ve been saying it over and over, you know. that name of yours, it’s not a lie, is it? recently it was like: 'i’m sorry, ah, you are?' “i won’t tell you my name!”

my name is… my name is… my name is nowhere to be found. my name… my name… wishing that no one would call it out…

for some time i’ve been running away, from the tears of you that had become weak and lacking in courage. sinking into that montblanc, the sweet-toothed me had tried to make my escape.

kotoko

Mosquito

please give me a love like that, if you want to go further. you might say "no," but i’m not too sure. regardless, i can't stop anymore. you think that’d be a waste? can't you just weigh it in terms of the pros and cons?

if this is a dream, then you’re able to dream. the more certain things become, the cloudier it gets.

in the end, i'd much rather be alone, 'cause i don't need you anymore. i just can't taste your heart racing. in any case, in any case, you're the only one getting high, no?

[moonlit-dreamers]

Name all your favourite TSAMS ships

fuuucckk dude

this is like asking someone which pet is their favorite you cant do this to me man ;-;

but i might as well talk about some specific ships that ive been rotating around in my brain more recently tho fair warning that a lot of these will have more abusive themes (tho i'll try to be as brief as possible since i dont want this post to go on forever lol)

off to a great start with sunvant/lord eclipse. ik a lot of ppl like to make them fluffy but they got so much toxic potential. like idk man. the power imbalance + lord eclipse being both physically and emotionally abusive is some good shit. sunvant is absolutely and purely devoted to him. nothing eclipse could do would change that. every punishment is a lesson. every reward is a blessing. every command is a job he does happily. yes, hes absolutely terrified of his lord, but isnt everyone? isnt everyone meant to be scared of their god? if he isnt scared then is he really appreciating his lords true beauty and raw power? idk man. some good shit right there

the obvious sun/eclipse. i can never escape them in any form. main dimension sun/eclipse, dark sun/eclipse, sunbeam (eaps sun)/eclipse, sunvant/eclipse. all of the above pls. but if we're going with MAIN dimension suneclipse their relationship could be sooo many things. (which is y i like the ship so much bc its so versatile!) it could be a fixer-upper, abusive, friends/enemies with benefits, you name it. anything and everything is possible with these 2 bitches and its wonderful

sun/solar is actually the first thing i shipped. even BEFORE sun/eclipse. shocking, ik, but i felt like they had sooooo much potential THAT NOBODY FUCKING SAW. like- an emotionally broken down mechanic who feels guilty over the death of his own sun and an anxious mess that just wants to make things better. how could it be any more perfect??? solar coping over his suns death with sun by accepting that hes gone but at least he has another to love and he wont be empty forever. AUGH

solar/eclipse. im fucking rabid over these 2. like idk man. i feel like theyd be so weird about potentially liking someone whos like a distorted reflection of themself. projecting their own self loathing onto each other then realizing just how similar they actually are and how it.. might actually not be that bad. then learning to love themselves by loving the flaws of the other and accepting who they are now. idk man. this is just wholesome thoughts tho dont think for a second i dont have toxic thoughts about them lol

sun/solar/eclipse (are you noticing a pattern yet?) is THE polycule. idc what you say, theyre all kissing each other. fuck you (/silly)

this is for my own au becuzzzz i wont let go of a chance to talk about them :3 we got sunshine(sunvant)/solstice(eclipse) and they are an absolute WRECK. theyre both fucked over by their past and the beginnings of their relationship is so rocky bc sunshine doesnt trust anyone + doesnt understand nor believe he deserves affection (hes also constantly wanting to go back to lord eclipse). meanwhile solstice doesnt even see sunshine as a person and rather as a project to work on (and also an opportunity to maybe better himself. maybe if he can help someone then that means he can be a better person). solar comes in later and while i havent Completely thought about their dynamics i will say that both solar and solstice are very overprotective of sunshine. they both constantly butt heads bc they both want to protect him while sunshine just sits in a corner head in hands trying to figure out how to get them to stop without having his own panic attack (they get better tho dw <3)

anyway uhhhhh i think thats all for now lol

have fun with this info ig