#i was literally watching thinking 'i want get them anymore'

[txrully]

I'M FALLING FOR YA

·˚ ༘ ꒱ summary when they realized they fell for you

·˚ ༘ ꒱ characters isagi yoichi , bachira meguru , itoshi rin , nagi seishiro , mikage reo , chigiri hyoma , hiori yo , shidou ryusei , itoshi sae , michael kaiser , alexis ness

·˚ ༘ ꒱ song inspo falling for ya - grace phipps

·˚ ༘ ꒱ note reader's gender is not mentioned

·˚ ༘ ꒱ isagi yoichi

it was that one time you stayed up all night helping him with his game analysis. you had zero clue what you were looking at, but you sat beside him, nodding like you totally understood his football jargon. you even brought snacks and drinks, acting like his personal cheerleader. at some point, you fell asleep on his shoulder, and yoichi just froze.

his heart did that stupid little flutter, and he thought, oh. oh no.

that’s when it hit him—you're his biggest supporter, even when you don’t have to be. and yeah, he’s doomed.

"y/n, you… you didn't have to stay up with me."

"shut up and eat your chips, striker boy."

"...i think i love you."

"what?? i didn't hear you-"

"nothing."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ bachira meguru

bachira knew he was done for when you didn’t look at him like he was weird. you two were at an arcade, and he got way too into a rhythm game, like full-on dancing, spinning, doing the most. people were staring, but you? you were hyping him up like he was the main act at a concert.

when you jumped onto the machine with him, laughing like you didn't care who was watching, he swore his heart did a backflip. you got him. no judgment, no weird looks, just pure chaotic energy.

"y/n, let’s run away and start a dance crew!"

"bet. can we get matching outfits?"

"...i think i’m in love with you."

"*le gasp* :'0"

·˚ ༘ ꒱ itoshi rin

rin never thought he'd fall in love, but then you stood up for him. it was after a tough match, and some guys were trash-talking him like they had no fear of death. before he could even say anything, you stepped in with the most savage comebacks known to mankind.

rin watched in awe (and lwk horror) as you verbally obliterated them. and when you turned back to him all nonchalant like "what? they were asking for it," he realized… yeah, you’re everything.

"you didn’t have to do that."

"of course i did, no one talks about my man like that."

"...your man?"

"uh, don’t overthink it, rin. :')"

spoiler: he overthought it.

·˚ ༘ ꒱ nagi seishiro

nagi realized he loved you when you dragged him out of bed to watch the sunrise. he groaned and complained the entire time, but you didn’t let up. you pulled him outside with a blanket wrapped around him, sat him down, and pointed at the sky like it was the most important thing in the world.

and then he looked at you—eyes sparkling, a soft smile on your face—and suddenly, the sunrise didn’t matter anymore. he just wanted to stay like this forever.

"see? wasn’t this worth it?"

"hm? yeah, yeah, totally..."

"are you even looking at the sky?"

"...uh huh. definitely."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ mikage reo

reo fell in love when you saw him—not the money, not the status, not mikage reo, just reo. he tried to impress you with fancy gifts, expensive trips, the whole deal, but you just rolled your eyes and told him you’d rather chill at home and watch movies with instant ramen.

he realized right then and there that he didn’t need to buy your love, because you already gave it to him freely. and for once, he felt like someone wanted him for him.

"you really don’t care about all this rich guy stuff?"

"reo, i literally just wanna watch a rom com and eat snacks."

"...i think i wanna marry you."

"woah."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ chigiri hyoma

it was the time you challenged him to a race. he was used to people treating him like he was delicate, scared of pushing him too hard, but you? nah, you sprinted ahead without warning, shouting, "catch me if you can, speedster!"

he hadn’t felt that rush in a long time—the pure joy of running alongside someone who believed in him, not his injuries. when he finally caught up, breathless and laughing, he knew he was completely, utterly in love.

"hyoma, you’re getting slow!"

"oh? you wanna bet on that?"

"loser does whatever the winner says for a week."

"...i’m winning."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ hiori yo

hiori fell in love the day you told him it was okay to take a break. you found him staring at his playbook, stress all over his face, and instead of telling him to push through, you took his hand, dragged him to the couch, and put on his favorite movie.

no pressure, no expectations—just you, showing him it’s okay to breathe. and that’s when it hit him… you were his safe place.

"you don’t always have to be perfect, hiori."

"...but i want to be."

"you already are to me."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ shidou ryusei

shidou fell in love when you actually kept up with his chaos. everyone else called him reckless, but you? you matched his energy, throwing playful insults right back and even out-pranking him at times.

one day, you flipped him off mid-match in a video game, and he swore his heart skipped a beat. someone who could handle his crazy? sign him up.

"keep staring, shidou, maybe you’ll play better."

"i’m staring ‘cause i think i’m in love."

"you’re insufferable."

"and you’re stuck with me."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ itoshi sae

sae’s moment was when you called him out on his nonsense. no one dared to, but you? you told him to quit being a jerk and actually open up for once.

instead of brushing you off like he usually did with people, he found himself listening. something about you made him want to be better. and that terrified him—but it also made him realize he was falling hard.

"sae, just admit you care."

"...shut up."

"i'm calling shidou."

"...i care."

"knew it."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ michael kaiser

kaiser fell for you when you didn’t fall for his charm (weirdly enough). everyone else ate up his flirty lines, but you hit him with a deadpan stare and a sarcastic comeback that left him reeling.

it was the first time someone saw past his ego and actually challenged him. and wow, he was obsessed.

"y/n, admit it, you love me."

"i love peace and quiet, michael."

"so... not me?"

"hm, i'll get back to that later ."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ alexis ness

ness knew he was in love when you defended him. not as kaiser’s shadow, but as ness. you shut down anyone who tried to treat him like an afterthought, and for once, he felt like he mattered—not just to the world, but to you.

"thanks for standing up for me."

"always, ness. you deserve it."

© txrully

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[eempyreall]

♪𝑂𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑏𝑦 𝑀𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑒♪

༺ The Past Follows ༻

Oneshot ~ Tokyo Revengers x Female Reader

Summary ~ You must pay your dues for leaving them.

Featuring ~ Sano Manjiro and Kurokawa Izana

This story should only be posted under eempyreall on my tumblr and ao3. Report if you see it posted under anyone else but me.

l apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Warning ~

You and the characters are 21+. Although I picture the reader as a black cis-gendered female, physical appearance will not be described at all.

Content within this story may not be realistic or factual.

I do not condone any of the behavior displayed within the story.

There may be dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit content, sexual content, non consensual and/or dubious consensual content, etc.

That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

“What is this?” You breathe out.

Your arms are tightened to your sides as your head hangs low. The rope wrapped around your upper body embeds into your skin—a bruised hue forming from its unyielding grip.

You sluggishly pull against the metal cuffs that keep your wrists constricted together. You huff in frustration as you drop your hands against your lap. Your knees are pressed together, your bare feet planted against the cemented, wet floor.

Your naked body trembles against the metal chair, your figure soaked with cold water dripping off your skin.

“WHAT IS THIS?!” you screech as you violently shake against the restraints.

You had been forced awake by a large wave of water. You search the spacious, dark room for the culprit. A flickering bulb is your only source of light.

You are confused by your surroundings. Questions appear in the space of your mind as your emotions become a chaotic swirl of anxiety and anger. Humiliation burns at the way you are forced to present yourself in this unknown setting.

The sound of footsteps grows louder the closer they get to your shivering form. They are slow, the figure taking their time to appear in front of your naked body.

The only sounds prominent are the slow footsteps echoing toward your shivering form and your ragged breathing. Your eyes widen as black shoes appear in your vision.

“Still drowning within your own rage, I see.”

That voice.

Your irises shift to the familiar male who has exposed his presence to you. Sharp eyes meet your gaze as your bewildered expression drops to a scowl. A grin stretches across the tanned male’s face, his arms hidden behind his back.

“Izana,” you hiss, hatred seething from your tone as you glare at the man. “Let me go, now.”

Fingers snatch your chin in a tight hold before his upper body bends down to your height. The corners of his mouth are still shaped upward, but you are familiar with the darkness that lurks under his guise.

“You’re the one tied down to a chair, and yet you think you can demand me to do anything?” he questions, bitterness dripping from his tone.

He releases his hold by shoving your face to the side before taking a step back.

You scoff as you watch him wipe the moisture off on his uniform.

“Why am I here? You already won. What else do you want?!” you exclaim in frustration.

“What else do I want?” he whispers to himself in mock contemplation, finger and thumb connecting with his chin. “Tell me, Y/n. What did I win?”

“Mikey, I can’t do this anymore,” you inform the blonde man who sits on the sofa in your living room with an arm slung over his propped knee.

His dark eyes shift to your own. You find the icy gaze as unrecognizable as the behavior you have recently witnessed.

“You’ve become a person that I want nothing to do with. You allowed your brother to change you.”

“What are you talking about?” he responds calmly, his expression unreadable.

“Ever since Izana came into the picture, you’ve become a completely different person. You cut off all our friends, you’ve associated yourself with the wrong crowd, and you’ve sunk deeper into the gang world. You’re dangerous, and I want no part of it,” you respond, your voice shaky as you ignore the lump in your throat.

You wonder what happened to your high school sweetheart. You understand that when people hit a certain age, a lot can change. However, this was not a normal condition.

Mikey has become cold, void of any emotions. He’s getting to know people who are associates of various drug cartels. You even overheard a conversation between him and Izana that indicated he has killed people recently. You can’t be involved with a murderer, no matter how much you care about him.

You knew that Izana was bad news when you first met him. He's always had a suspicious look to him. He was very secretive, snakelike as he slithered into your life.

The last straw was when you were completely drunk. The bedroom was pitch black. You thought you were making love to Mikey, but when you woke up the next day, you saw who the culprit was. Izana stood across from your sleeping form with a bare chest, leaning against your dresser. The smug look on his expression made you want to stab him.

You screamed, shouting and hitting him before rushing out of the room. You felt sick, violated. You wanted to scrub your skin raw.

When you told Mikey, you couldn't believe how indifferent he was to the situation. You could only stare at him in disbelief after he said, "Okay."

You questioned him and his sanity. You ranted about how crazy his brother is. You told him how Izana violated your boundaries and deceived you. You even grabbed Mikey's shoulders and shook him, tears streaming down your face in anger.

He only removed your hands before turning away. You watched as he walked out of the front door.

"He gave me permission, you know," Izana said from behind you. Your eyes widened as you turned back to him.

You didn't respond, staring into the empty space once Izana had walked back to the bedroom. For some reason, you believed him.

You knew you had lost Mikey. The man you had been with for years, since you were both in your youth, was a completely different person. This man... this man was sick.

Before you could walk off, your wrist was snatched, pulling you closer to the blonde.

The palms of his hands grasped your face as he held you with a look of intensity, desperation seeping through his words.

"I thought you loved me," he whispered, his pupils shrinking.

Your hands grabbed onto the back of his as you squeezed his skin.

"You let him violate me!" you cried. "You let him take you away from me! You allowed him to destroy everything we built-!"

"You don't know what you're fucking talking about," he growled with a scowl before throwing you back and releasing your face.

"You're sick, Manjiro! You need fucking help," you yell back, catching your balance after stumbling.

"Y/n..."

You watched as he sat on the couch, his back bent as he leaned over his legs.

"If you leave me..."

Your eyes widened, his expression blocked by the strands of hair covering his face as he eyed the floor.

He lifted his head, the look in his dark eyes penetrating your soul.

"I'll kill you."

"Don't fucking play stupid with me, Izana," you say through gritted teeth as you struggle against the restraints.

"Such choice words for someone who's tied to a chair," he chuckles, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Another pair of footsteps captures your attention as you look in the direction of a figure emerging from the darkness. You gasp when your eyes land on the man with slicked-back blonde hair.

"Mikey?"

The sound of a gun cocking echoes throughout the room as the barrel of the weapon presses against your head. Your eyes widen at the unfortunate circumstance.

"Guess you should've listened to his warning, hm? Running away with your tail between your legs wasn't such a good idea," Izana beams, while Mikey stares down at you with an expressionless gaze.

You feel your heart accelerating, the rhythmic thumps pounding in your ears. You take a deep breath and shut your eyes as you wait in anticipation.

"You're always so ready to disappear. You're not even trying to fight for your life."

Mikey's deep voice catches you off guard, and you open your eyes. You look up at him with a teary gaze.

"What's the point? You're fulfilling the promise you made," you say lowly, your voice shaky.

He only stares down at you in silence.

"Fortunately, we have a proposition for you, Y/n," Izana says as he walks closer to your figure.

You suddenly feel exposed under both pairs of eyes as you are forced to sit naked in place.

"Be ours..."

"..Or die."

“M—Mikey, please slow down!” You plead as tears stream down your face, the headboard rocking against the wall at a fast pace.

You hear deep breathing near your shoulder as you feel moisture form on your neck. You listen to his cries as his hips pistoned against yours. You could barely breathe as his arms tightened around your upper body, his cock penetrating your gushing pussy.

Your hands reach his shoulders as he pulls back, knees repositioning against the bed as his hands grasp your face. You stare wide-eyed at his teary gaze. His forehead pressed against yours as he thrusts harder, your eyes almost rolling in the back of your head as you feel the overwhelming intrusion.

“You left me,” he whispered, causing guilt to build in your chest.

“Y—you know I had to, M—Mikey,” you grunt.

“My name, Y/n. I wanna hear you say my name,” he groaned while his nails pierced your face, his grip tightening.

“M—Manjiro! Please slow down,” you cried.

“This is a result of his sorrow festering while you were gone. You should take responsibility,” Izana said as he climbed onto the bed.

Mikey’s hands release your face as he pulls your body up by your thighs, causing you to yelp in surprise. You grunt as Mikey detached his cock from you, passing you to Izana as tanned fingers grip under your thighs.

“Hold on! I never agreed to this!” You exclaim, your hands placed on Mikey’s shoulders for balance.

“Shut up and take your punishment,” Izana hissed near your ear just as the tip of his cock pierced your anal opening. You cry in agony as it stretches you uncomfortably.

“P—please, Izana!”

He pulls both of you back as he lies on the bed, lifting his hips to fit snugly into your ass. Mikey climbs in between your legs once more, leaning over your figure as he pressed himself against your vagina. You bite your bottom lip with your nose scrunched, eyes shut tightly as you breathe through the pressure from both of your inner walls.

Moments later, you couldn’t stop the cries that slipped from your mouth. The head of your former boyfriend’s cock beating against your g-spot, combining with the fullness of his brother’s cock protruding your ass. You curse as your eyes roll into the back of your head, saliva sliding down your chin as Izana whispers filthy words into your ear and Mikey gazes at you with lust-filled eyes.

Your body jolts as you release a gut clenching orgasm, your inner walls clenching around both men, causing them to fill you up with their semen, final grunts slipping from their mouths.

For the rest of the night, there wasn’t a moment for you to breathe. They fucked you, mercilessly. They used your body even when you were knocked out. They used you even when you woke back up. Mikey fucked his anger and sorrow into you. Izana fucked his frustration and anger into you.

Even when the men went to clean up in the shower, they fucked into your weak body. It was a clear message. A message of pure dominance. You knew that there would be no running away this time.

You’ve always known that the past would eventually catch up to you.

[stollengoods]

Chapter 5

It’s Not Me, It’s You

Myung-gi x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of: killing, abortion, and drugs.

Summary: Myung-gi manages to piss you off again but this time instead of you going to Nam-gyu, Nam-gyu comes to you. (A bit of Nam-gyu fluff)

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When you guys got back to your beds, everyone was whispering amongst each other. No doubt, scared out of their minds at what had just occurred.

“I saw Thanos flirting with her before the game, how is he so-“

Myung-gi shook his head, cutting you off, “I don’t know. I saw him push four people not longer afterwards either.”

“Wait. Really ? Like on purpose ?” Your eyes filled with fear all over again as you looked over at Thanos jamming out on his bed.

Myung-gi raised his eyebrows, “Yes. He literally pushed all of them, one after the other they went down like dominos.”

“What the fuck, why ?”

“Bro has to be on something.” Myung-gi mumbled bringing his legs into his chest.

You laughed, “They won’t even give me Midol, I doubt they’ll hand someone narcotics.”

He released a heavy sigh, “It’s scarier to think of the alternative…”

You titled your head, “Which is ?”

He looked at you, his face serious, “That’s just who he is.”

“He could have a mental illness.” You suggested, “But that doesn’t make him evil.”

“It does make him very unpredictable though and in a situation like this you don’t want to be around someone unpredictable.” He released his legs and they hung over the bed like yours. “That brings me to another point, I don’t want you hanging out with Nam-gyu anymore.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips, you honestly haven’t thought of Nam-gyu until he brought him up but you’ll be damned if Myung-gi’s going to tell you what to do.

“Okay, dad.” You replied sarcastically. “What gives you the fucking audacity to tell me who I can and can’t be friends with in here ?” There it goes, your anger rising up again.

He closed his eyes as you raised your voice, “I don’t mean to come off as controlling, I’m just saying it’s probably a good idea to stay away from the people Thanos hangs out with.”

“You can’t just assume someone’s bad from the people they hang around, Nam-gyu hasn’t killed anyone ! He deserves the benefit of the doubt for that.”

His eyes squinted at you, “Oh yeah, he’s such a nice guy because he hasn’t killed anyone yet.” He threw his hands up, “That’s the fucking bare minimum y/n !”

You rolled your eyes, “You know what I mean ! Him and Thanos are not the same. Tell me what he’s done that is bad enough that I can’t be around him ?”

He looked defeated, “Y/n, he’s just no good for you.”

You busted out laughing, “You’re real fucking funny, you know that.” You remarked, as you got up from the bed and grabbed your jacket. “Because you’re one to talk.”

You stormed off to your own bed and Myung-gi knew better than to follow you. He just watched you with his sad puppy dog eyes as you walked away from him. You sat on your bed starring daggers at your feet trying to calm yourself down.

“Your boyfriend giving you shit again ?”

You turned around to see Nam-gyu leaning his arms against the bed above you as he peered down at you.

You scoffed, “He’s not my boyfriend.” You told him as you scooted your legs on the bed, propping the upper part of your body against the wall behind you.

“Aww did I cause a break up ?” He jutted out his lower lip and you playfully rolled your eyes at him. He joined you on the opposite side of the bed, his back propped up against the foot board.

“We’ve been separated for months now. More specifically six months.”

Nam-gyu blinked his eyes a couple times, “Damn. I would think you guys are married, who uses the word ‘separated’ to describe a break up.” He chuckled.

You looked off to the side, “Not married but uh- we were expecting…”

“Expecting ? Oh-“

“Yeah.” You swallowed the lump in your throat. “When I told him, he sent me money to get an abortion and then completely ignored my texts and calls after that.”

You saw Nam-gyu pull his jacket sleeves over his hands, “Wow- that’s fucked up.”

You sighed, “Yeah.”

Quickly thinking of something to break the tension you created, you brought up Thanos to him.

“What’s up with your friend ?” You questioned, trying to be as nonchalant as possible.

Nam-gyu looked back at Thanos making shooting jesters with his hands as he rapped to himself, “Who ? Thanos ?”

You cleared your throat, “Yeah, he seems… very- happy ?”

Nam-gyu nodded his head, “Yeah, the cross necklace he wears, the pendants opens and he keeps his “happy” pills in there.”

You looked at Nam-gyu, “They’re giving him pills ?”

Nam-gyu chuckled, “No, he brought them with him, they just didn’t take them away from him.”

You blinked a couple of times and Nam-gyu uncovered his hands from his sleeves, “Like these two rings I have on, I came with these, they didn’t give them to me, they just let me keep them.”

“Ohh… so Thanos is a drug addict I’m assuming ?”

Nam-gyu pursed his lips, “Yeah… basically.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, why do you hang out with a guy like that ?”

“The same reason we hang out together- we have a common enemy.” He smiled.

You giggled, “I don’t hate Myung-gi…”

He put his hands up in defense, “You don’t have to hate someone for them to be an enemy.”

“Yeah, fair point.”

The speakers crackled on, “We will take another vote. I need everyone to listen for their number to be called. May I remind you that when you vote ‘O’ you are voting to stay, if you vote ‘X’ you are voting to leave.”

“Well.” Nam-gyu grunted as he got up from the bed, “I guess I’ll see you on the other side.”

You smiled, reaching out your hand for a fist bump. He smirked, before bumping your fist with his and walking off to meet up with Thanos.

You got off your bed, fixing to join everyone gathering in the middle of the room, when you heard someone behind you.

“Yah !”

You turned around to a woman with short black hair and a nose piercing approach you. “Hi… do I know you ?”

“No. I just had a question for you.”

You guys began walking down the stairs together, “Okay…”

“How do you know Nam-gyu ?”

You starred at her for a moment, “Umm… I don’t know, we just sorta started talking I guess, why do you ask ?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “You guys just seemed very chummy like you knew each other outside of this place.”

You guys stopped walking once you made it to the center of the room. You tilted your head to the side, “Is there something I’m missing ? Is he your ex or something ?”

She snorted, “Oh god no. Also, honey, I’m gay if you couldn’t tell.” She pointed to her nose piercing as if to prove her point.

“Oh okay, then why the interrogation about Nam-gyu ?”

“Well, I’m usually very good at picking up on what kind of people most humans are. Nam-gyu was a fairly easy read, he bullies people like Min-su to feel a sense of power because with everything else in his life he feels powerless. Therefore he’s just an insecure asshole.” She shrugs her shoulders before putting her hands together and pointing them at you.

“You on the other hand, I’ve noticed have some tension with Player 333 which I didn’t think too much into considering he’s scammed thousands of people out of money, but I saw you interacting with player 196 earlier before she was killed and you seemed like a fairly nice person. So I’m just wandering what a good hearted person like you is doing being buddy buddy with an asshole like Nam-gyu ?”

Your jaw was practically on the floor, “No offense but you sound like a full blown stalker.”

“None taken, I can see your trying to deflect which is fine, I got my answer.” She smiled before walking off into the crowd of people in front of you guys.

“Who was that ?” Myung-gi asked, joining the spot next to you.

“I have no idea.” You monotoned, then focused your attention on him.

He looked over to meet your gaze, “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have told you who you couldn’t be friends with.” He pursed his lips together, “He’s an asshole to me but if he’s nice to you then that’s all that matters.”

You gave him a smile, “Thank you.” It’s the least he could do to make things right but everyone’s got to start somewhere.

[uselessmoonlight]

Stranger part 11

Reader is Telemachus' friend, and when he leaves for his "diplomatic mission" he asks her to watch over his mother.

Later, once the king has returned, she stumbles upon an injured Poseidon.

Previous / series masterlist / character sheet / next

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Content specs: she/her pronouns used, afab reader, Platonic! Telemachus x reader, Epic!Poseidon x reader, possible OOC!Poseidon, Polites’ daughter! Reader, unrequited love, blood, fighting, nudity, illusion, possibly more?, trying to avoid using y/n, slowburn, suggestive themes, English is not my first language, sorry if it's too much exposition, it's my first fic.

Ónoma literally means name in Greek, at least according to google translate. View this as the y/n of this fic.

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“You know what, I wasn’t gonna go into town today, but I need to cool off. I’ll see you in a bit.” Peach exclaimed, still shocked at the man’s audacity.

“Did I get you that hot and bothered? Wait you’re really going to leave me here? At least get me inside!” He demanded, but Ónoma only kept walking. “Please?” He called out in desperation. “Oh, come on I said please didn’t I?"

“Wretched woman. Can’t even have any fun around here.�� He grumbled. He could crawl back to the house, but he was too proud for that. He could remain seated here, but he’d be vulnerable, for as far as a God could be. He could try and stand, but he’d probably only injure himself more. Poseidon groaned, what had he gotten himself into? Maybe she’d treat him better if she knew he was a God, but then again, he was injured.

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Of course, Agathe had to be the one to open the door. Peach really wasn’t in the mood to interact with the priestess, but Agathe seemed to sense as much and called for her younger sister. Irene was bathing, so she’d have to wait a bit. As she sat at the table with Agathe, she could only think about the comment.

The comment was bold and demeaning, but she also couldn’t help but feel flattered. The man in question was exceedingly beautiful, but he was still a man. Men would fuck a rock if it had a hole, stop it. She cursed herself.

“You seem a bit flustered, I don’t think it’s because of me, but if it is.” Agathe inhaled, then continued. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, it mustn’t  be nice to be in a position where you’d have to stop a person from doing that. I’ve spoken with and apologised to Arete, if it makes you feel any better, and I’m extremely grateful for your discretion about the situation. I feel so ashamed of what I could’ve done.” She rambled.

“Agathe, you stopped the moment I stepped in. Sure, you should’ve stopped when she told you to, but maybe you didn’t hear her. I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt and you’ve showed remorse. I’m not upset with you, anymore, it’s something else. Don’t worry, alright.”

“I know we’ve never really been friends, but my sister cares about you, so by extension, I care about you. At least a little bit. I’m here if you ever need to talk.”

“Thank you, Agathe. The same goes for you, though now is not really good time, but if it’s something urgent-”

“Thank you.” Agathe interrupted, giving her an understanding nod. “You’ve got your own things to worry about right now.” She smiled softly at the younger girl.

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“So, what did you want to talk about?” Irene questioned her friend.

“I needed to clear my head, walk with me?”

“And you came to me, instead of Telemachus? I’m honoured, you usually go to him with your dilemmas. Wait, is it about him?” Irene interrogated.

“No, it’s not about Tele, and I talk to you about plenty of stuff, he’s just a bit more serious than you are.”

“That’s putting it lightly.” Her friend snorted. “I shouldn’t laugh, I’m sure if I had to grow up around those pigs I’d be the same.”

“You’d probably be ogling them, Renebug.”

“You offend me, I’d never go for such dogs.” Irene said in mock offense. “No, you’re right I’d definitely appreciate looking at some of them. From afar! I wouldn’t dare go near them. It’s such a pity when the handsome ones are so…” She paused.

“Misogynistic? Beastly? Repulsive, personality wise? Abrasive? Arrogant?- ” Ónoma listed.

“All of the above?” Irene suggested. The two giggled at their own antics.

“This is exactly what I meant, by the way.”

“Yeah, I’m way less serious, I get it. So, what did you want to talk about, if it wasn’t your other half?”

“There’s this man-”

“By the Gods! You? Thinking about a man? I never thought I’d live to see the day!” Irene exclaimed, pretending to faint in her friends arms. “Fan me, Peach, I think I’m in shock.”

“Gods Irene, get up.” Ónoma giggled, pushing her dramatic friend away. “You don’t even know what I want to say.” She sputtered out between laughter.

“Well go on then, I want to know everything. Is he handsome?”

“Ethereal, but it doesn’t matter, he’s a pain in my ass, that’s what he is.” Irene was taken aback, she’d never heard her friend describe a man as attractive, much less ethereal. She’d have to see it for herself one day.

“I found him, stranded on the beach, more injury than man. I’ve been taking care of him, but he’s… He’s like if the suitors were all bark no bite.” Irene’s eyes widened.

“He’s that bad, huh? Maybe you can get your little prince to kick him out.” Irene calling her friend that did not offend her. Perhaps she was biased, though not unfounded, or perhaps the context and the tone mattered. Irene hadn’t meant for it to be derogatory, she actually got along nicely with the prince, not that their paths crossed often.

“I wouldn’t want him to piss off Zeus, from what the king told me they don’t have a great track record with him.”

“Wait, hold on, you spoke with the king? When was this?” Irene exclaimed.

“I had dinner at the palace yesterday, as a thank you for protecting Queen Penelope. Don’t think it earned me any favour with the royals, if anything it did the opposite. I don’t really want to talk about it.” While Irene was a massive gossip, she knew that she could trust her with this. Her friend would never share the secrets Ónoma told her.

“I could come by, then we could be so annoying that he’d want to leave without kicking him out.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, thank you.” Peach laughed. “No, I’d feel bad about him leaving before he’s healed properly.”

“Ever the saint.” Irene rolled her eyes, smiling. Then in a more serious tone she continued. “Your mother would be proud. She taught you well, you could still become a healer if all of your ‘helping out’ ever gets to be too much.”

“I’ve been considering it more and more recently, but I’m not ready to step away from everything else just yet.” Ónoma muttered, softly.

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When Ónoma returned to her house, she was a lot calmer, that was until she saw Perikles. The man had gotten halfway to her house by pushing the mat he was sat on through the sand with his legs, but had seemingly given up. Now, he sat in the middle of the sand, glaring at the girl who was doubled over in laughter. The construction workers had finished up and had already left. She imagined he’d waited for them to leave, before he attempted to do whatever it is he did.

“Alright, let’s get you inside.” Peach said, still snickering. The man was still glaring at her, but didn’t protest as she helped him up.

Next.

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[arcadeviolet]

New Trailer

I've talked about this in far less detail before, but I just watched the latest trailer and it clarified some things for me so I figured I'd share.

I've always thought that YJ's character work and theming is kind of amazing, and the cast and characters are obviously incredible. But starting around doomcoming, I realized that a disquieting apathy was taking shape in me, that I was beginning to care less and less about what happens to them.

Partly this is bc we know that our main crew will survive and live at least another 25 years. But partly it's that I don't think the show's done a great job with pushing these characters into dark places.

With Misty, at least, there's a kind of delicious dastardly aspect to her absolute bonkitude, but everybody else's arc just feels like this slow, mirthless trudge down a hill of shit, the destination a cold, miserable, irreparably broken person and pretty much the exact opposite of who I most want them to be.

I still love Shauna Shipman. I honestly do love her, I think she's one of the best characters in modern American fiction and the fact that Sophie Nelisse's career hasn't exploded like Ella Punell's has is fucking NOT okay lol

I even get warm and fuzzy feelings over Shauna, watch edits and read fic and go "awwww good for u honey".

But I don't CARE what happens to her anymore. How can I? She died with Jackie. She died with her baby. All she gets now is tragedy and trauma. Why would I want to watch her go through that? How many more awful things can I actually sympathize with her for, before the diminishing returns bottom out?

So Javi dies and Nat, the most beautiful, decent, loving character since the show killed the last one, lets it happen. Great. So Travis just gives up and eats his baby brother's fucking raw heart. Great. So Van is not even ashamed. Great. So Nat's the new leader of the death cult that was once a group of girls I desperately wished could be happy. Great, great, great.

It's absolutely not my intention to shit on anybody's sundae: if you love the plot and character arcs of YJ, I'm genuinely so, so happy for you. I envy you, bc I LIKE liking things, I like the way it feels to be so caught up in and compelled by a serial narrative, how it makes me literally tingle with excitement. I wish I felt that way when I watched the s3 trailer. But I didn't. I just felt...scared. And sad.

I hope I wasn't an asshole about this and that it made sense. I'm going to watch the new season, of course, and fingers crossed it completely turns me around.

[petrichoraline]

i feel nowadays it's hard to have a show that makes me go "I don't want it to end!!", it's either because the show is so so or because it's good but it feels like it's time to wrap things up

BOYS BE BRAVE THOOOO

the story taking place in eight episodes makes sense, it doesn't need to run longer than that, it's a plot planned and executed with intention and there's no reason to put in extra filler or unnecessary drama, it's great just the way it is

that being said ME DONT WANNAAA

[beanghostprincess]

What do you mean Fugo isn't coming back what do you mean he doesn't show up anymore FUGO PANNACOTTA FOR THE LOVE OF OUR LORD AND SAVIOR GET ON THAT FUCKING BOAT RIGHT NOW OR I'LL SWEAR I'LL LOSE IT IF YOU DON'T SHOW UP IN THE NEXT EPISODE I WILL COMMIT A CRIME THAT WILL PUT ME IN JAIL PERMANENTLY SO I DON'T HAVE TO WATCH THIS SHOW WITHOUT YOU FUGO I SWEAR I FUCKING SWEAR FUGO WHEN I CATCH YOU WHEN I CATCH YOU FUGO-

[zivaninja]

Blue Bloods finale things/spoilers under the cut that I wanted to yell about:

• Jamko parents!!! Parents!! Oh how far they've come 😭

• I'm going to miss Eddie Janko so damn much, that's my girl.

•Jack and Erin getting married!! They finally got their happy ending. And the looks on their faces at dinner as they decided to keep it to themselves was just so 💜😭

• Danny's face when Henry tells him to find his person to come home to. He already knows.

• Danny Reagan! Asking Maria Baez! On a date! And her saying yes! He doesn't need to go look for his person because she's right there besides him. And the look on her face when she agreed!!

[science-lings]

imagine being Misty Fey and leaving your daughters in the care of your asshole sister who frames one of them for murder and is literally just about to do it again, knowing that the asshole sister has a daughter who killed two (debatably three) people and nearly killed another. You keep track of one of your daughter's life enough to notice that that one kid that your niece tried to kill interned with your daughter and defended your other daughter for the first daughter's murder because they met at the crime scene and became instant buddies and the first time you meet your remaining child she doesn't recognize you. You will never be able to tell her who you are because you get murdered that night.

[musical-chick-13]

I hate when something looks like it would be RIGHT up your alley and the cast is pretty stacked, but there's one person in said cast who is just. Genuinely a horrible human being.

[averlym]

@remylong :

[fear-no-mort]

terrible

[tenwhiteandalusians]

pertaining to the idea of tenax’s band of strays i do think it’s touching that the kids are the ones who saved him and waited outside the door to make sure he’s okay. for all tenax claims to be harsh and cruel it’s a fine indicator of his character that the kids won’t rest without him and are there every time he’s in danger.

[dodecademons]

Funny how like 90 percent of people wanting the wilds back hate to acknowledge the fact that it's partly their fault. I want the wilds to be renewed as well, however if I DARE say yall aren't ready for it and a small part of me thinks some viewers are undeserving I'm the bad guy. Right because the vast majority of you didn't openly admit to skipping over the boys parts in the show, smh. If you arent watching the whole episode why would they want to renew it? They want views, they want money. Do I want the wilds back? Of course. Do I think the gretchen clones deserve it? No. Be better.

[todayisafridaynight]

would it be okay if u told me why u like aoki😭/gen😭😭😭😭BEEN TRYNA LIKE HIM FOR SO LONG I JUST CANTT but i love ur art so much so i still consume it otherwise lol

i liked tohru adachi in high school and tbh i think that alone is enough of an explanation for why i ended up liking aoki

[gu6chan]

ouaaaaaghhh i've been on a bit of a pokemon binge lately......... i should crack open my old pokemon games and take a peek at my teams :,) i wish i still had my old copy of conquest and black 2 though............ :(