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elvisabutler · 11 months

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eros

summary: he was a frat boy. you were not a sorority girl. could i make it any more obvious. or how you fall for a frat boy and you two finally actually get it on but not necessarily in the way both of you intended. fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: austin butler x female reader word count: 1716 warnings: talking shit on fraternities and sororities. mild insecurity. talk of disastrous dates. coming untouched. coming in pants. handjobs. implied p in v sex. a touch ( okay maybe a bit more than a touch ) of sub austin. impatient horny college people. author’s note: so as @blurredcolour can attest to i meant for this to be a touching little piece about how these two had sex for the first time and he sort of defied her expectations and all this nice romantic stuff. it's why i called this piece eros. yeah, then i started writing it and well, it's still romantic and sweet? but i also had the three people who saw bits before i posted forget how to breathe so oopsies. as always comments and reblogs and hearing your thoughts are my lifeblood so feel free to scream at me in dms or asks or in the comments. i'll eat it up and write like a woman possessed i swear. beyond that, if you want to be on my taglist fill out the form here. i might just make a tumblr post for it too but we'll see.

If anyone were to have told you half a year ago that you'd be head over heels with a boy who's in a fraternity, you'd have laughed. You'd have told them that they really should brush up on their comedy skills because there was no way you would do that. Not after every aggravation you had with them. Not after every class where one of them popped up with some stupid remark that had you wanting to deck them in the face and not after knowing that just because they had gotten into some exclusive club they got a leg up on other people. Maybe it's true that's how the world worked but it didn't mean you'd have to like it. Then you properly met Austin. You got to know this stupid premed who minors in theater of all things and cares so deeply for his friends and for other people that it threatens to choke you sometimes when you think about it.

He's not perfect and he makes stupid jokes that you swat him on the arm for and spreads himself just a little too thin but he's yours and heaven help you, you're his. It's too early to be thinking about forever, you think, but the idea doesn't terrify you as much as it should. The idea of being with him as he goes through med school and as you complete your own schooling and go into the workforce is almost comforting. The idea of seeing him with a child that's a small mix of the two of you doesn't immediately make you run for the hills. The idea of him in your life, in your bed and in your apartment feels like an inevitability that comforts you more than anything else.

Of course, all of this—you like to think— might depend on whether or not Austin feels the same way. It depends on whether or not maybe tonight you can convince him that you'd honestly like to have sex with him. The circumstances are right, your roommate won't be home tonight at all and the house is fine and in capable hands. The two of you even have a date where for once Austin plans on cleaning up for something other than a frat function or a school related function. There's no reason he shouldn't want to unless he doesn't actually want you that way.

In hindsight, you don't know why you were ever concerned as you find yourself up against your bedroom door, head tapping it lightly as Austin's hands move up your sides while his lips attack your neck.

"Austin-" you whine, as one of his hands moves to your chest, trying to free your breasts from your dress and instead just managing to squeeze them. "You— The dress, we gotta undo the dress."

Your words are clearer and said with more clarity that you thought was possible given Austin's wandering hands. Someone— one of the two of you has to keep a clear head— if only so that you can both enjoy this. So that Austin doesn't try and rip your dress or your panties or god forbid your bra to get at your body in his impatience.

Austin forces his face away from your neck and groans a little at how there's already a bruise forming from his lips, how your skin is just that little bit darker where his lips had sucked and where his teeth had nipped. You were his girlfriend and you loved him. You loved every single part of him— the part that had to work so hard in classes and at work, the part that missed his mom in the middle of the night and would call you tearing up, the part that cared about his people so deeply that he'd murder for him— they were all what made him the person you wanted to be with and that was a heady thing to know. It set a fire ablaze inside of him that threatened to overtake him and bring you with him. You were his girlfriend and here you were in a gorgeous dress still with him after what was hands down the most disastrous date he's ever had with another person. The reservation was at the wrong time, the restaurant ran out of half the food to make their dishes and there was not one but two couples breaking up next to you. Not to mention the way the uber had broken down mid trip and how the wine had spilled on his jacket ruining it until he could manage to get it dry cleaned.

Yet you were still here and in his arms and willing and wanting to have sex with him. No— you were willing to make love to him the same way he wanted to make love to you. He wants to take his time laying you out across your bed, watching your face as he enters you and watching how your face contorts when he plays with your clit while he's inside of you. He wants to see your face in ecstasy and hear your mewls of pleasure in his ear. Your nails would mark him up, drag lines down his back from how overwhelmed you are and he could see just what he does to you.

"I love you," he whispers with a reverence you weren't prepared to hear in contrast to his hands trailing fire across your skin. "I know we say it all the time but— I— I'm so thankful you gave me that shot, babe. So thankful you let me clean your car. You could have told me no—" His words are cut off with a low groan as he feels your hand undoing his belt and sticking your hand in his pants with a speed that startles him. "Babe I'm—"

"You're being—ah— very romantic, Aus. I love it— but I'm ruining my underwear and I want to see you come right now." The words that come out of your mouth have both you and Austin pausing for just a moment because while you can be startlingly blunt that particular combination of words is a bit much for even you.

"O-Okay," he manages to stutter out in response, the blues of his eyes completely overwhelmed by his pupil. "In my pants?"

Your chest heaves at the idea, at the implication that Austin would let you bring him off like this and come in his pants. It's a rush of power you aren't expecting and that you figure no one would expect. You bite at your lip, watching as Austin's eyes are glued to them before you finally answer. "Would you?"

It's Austin's turn to have his head tilt back, exposing the long length of his neck to you as you move to nip and kiss at it. You pray that he bruises there, that there's a hickey or two for everyone to see he's yours. Against your lips you feel the rumble of his voice, rough as a gravel road. "For you? Yeah. Do anything for you."

A smirk crosses your lips as you finally pull away from his neck, noting the red bit of his skin and giggling softly. Your hand twists and your thumb brushes against the tip of his cock as you just look at Austin, marveling at how he keeps ahold of you, keeps you pinned to the door even as his breathing shifts and as he bites his lips to keep quiet. "Austin," you croon, "wanna hear it. Want everyone to know I got the hottest frat boy in my apartment. That he's gonna come undone because I'm jerking him off. Want everyone to know you're all mine. That you're so—"

Austin's lips slam against yours, causing a messy kiss of clattering teeth and bitten lips in order to get you to stop talking. Even with the distraction your hand picks up the pace, moving in a way you're pretty sure Austin enjoys as he whines and whimpers into your kiss. You could die happy hearing these noises. You want to hear these noises every second you can if he'll let you. He pulls away, trying to put some distance between you two because he meant to come during sex on your bed and not like this. Not like a horny little teenager. You deserved more.

"Babe— gotta— I'm gonna—" He can't finish off the thoughts though and your hand keeps moving as you clench your thighs together the best you can.

"Austin, baby please. Do it for me?" You flutter your eyelashes and pout in what is one of— if not the dirtiest trick you could use before you feel his body curl just so and tense up just enough that you know he's gone before you feel the warmth of his come covering your hand. If you're honest with yourself you can feel your pussy clenching around nothing and you wonder if perhaps you're in the same boat without being touched in the same way.

It takes you and Austin a moment to catch your breath, staring at each other in a bit of shock before he finally says something, moving to make it so he isn't pinning you against the door. "That— I was supposed to have sex with you not—"

You cut him off with a nuzzle to his nose, watching as his face scrunches up just a little. "You still can. I still want you to. Might have gotten off last night to the idea. Was hoping you would tonight actually."

Austin swallows and watches how you shift in place, still wanting more friction. "Yeah? Want me to lay you out on the bed and make you come till you cry?" He licks his lips at the picture he's inadvertently painting and you can't help but mirror him.

"I'd like to see you try, Butler," you answer with a smile, teasing him with the old name you used to call him in anger. "It'll take a while."

"I've got all night," he shrugs before his eyes move and catch on the yoga mat by the door. "And you're pretty flexible. Lead the way to your fate, babe."

You get a call about a noise complaint from your landlord the next day.

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sodamnbored · 1 month

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Octavian diplomatically, before going into senate: Look, I know we have this unspoken rivalry thing -

Percy: It’s not a rivalry. You’re just mean to me. And it’s not unspoken. You literally talk about it all the time.

Octavian: Irrelevant. We have to work together so let’s be civil for the time being.

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gildeddlily · 4 months

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can I say something?

something I've started to not quite dislike, but not appreciate much about pjo was the way rick riordan talked about and characterized some gods- like Ares (still understand why he did that tho).

personally, as a kid who grew up reading myth after myth, I've always loved Ares, and when I re-read after years the pjo books some months ago I noticed how some of the gods are kind of lazy-written, or simply treated badly- as characters ofc.

one of them is Ares.

Ares is kind of impossible to appreciate in the books.

the only good moment he has is the "that's my girl" with Clarisse (but it still happened after years of neglect so yeah, not so great at the end), and then it's all bad, and he kind of gets ignored in favour of other gods- like Poseidon, who does mistakes but still can be appreciated, and is someone we could even relate too. Hades, Persephone, Hermes, Apollo and Artemis, they were we can say well-rounded second characters.

Demetra, Dionysus (except for the "protect my son" bit in the fifth book loved him for that and in general him with pollux and castor) but especially Aphrodite and Ares are just there so symbolize something Percy and us readers dislike.

(this is about Ares, but I could talk ab Aphrodite for hours (another day bud))

Ares is fucking cool.

he's the god of war, so unlike some of his other relatives his domain can never get weak, because humans are always fighting, there's always a war somewhere- but the way rick wrote him kind of erased the part where people prayed to him in order to not only beat someone and win a conflict, but also to survive one.

who attacked first prayed for Ares to help them, who was attacked and fought back prayed for Ares to make them survive and exit the conflict as winners, because there are always two sides in a war, and Ares represents them both.

but I can understand why rick ignored this part of him and reduced him to an extremely strong god who loves conflicts- and why, as a 11ys kid I didn't really got that. I was just sad that my fav god wasn't a cool guy. now I'm older, and I notice that, but still I don't blame him for writing Ares like that.

it's a kids book, and I can't pretend from it to be the greatest thing ever written, and I can appreciate these books with ease.

(and yk, war may be natural, but it doesn't mean it's right, so it's normal that a kids book characterised the god of war as someone despicable.

every god is despicable (as it should be, not so strange from the god of death to steal from earth someone young and all springy and trap them in his realm, it's kind of how life works!!!), but it's hard to explain kids how sexual assault and murder were their breakfasts and lunches, while war=wrong is easy and right! so)

but the show changed that?

it's changing a lot of things, but first of all it's dealing with things about greek gods that were ignored or set to the side in the books- the way it so heavily say, again and again, how the life they expected demigods to live was wrong.

but, honestly, I simply loved Ares.

not only for the twitter fights, but for his talk with grover mainly.

and even though grover said those things in order to manipulate him into telling him what he wanted to know- it was more than nice to see how they fixed and perfected an almost ignored character (in the books a strong, too prideful and not-at-all wise god).

can't what to see what they'll do with aphrodite my wife and pride!!!!

#i have to say no beta read we die like my will to live after annabeth's speech and what is love #really too tired to re-read this #take my ramble #this is from my littel heart #live laugh love ares #pjo ares #pjo tv show #pjo series #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #rick riordan #pjo verse #aphrodite #greek mythology

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tequiilasunriise · 1 year

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In terms of Wenclair nicknames, I believe in ‘Enid using Willa’ supremacy and φεγγάρι μου (‘my moon’ in Greek) is especially beloved to me, but I also love little shit Enid who calls Wednesday any day of the week EXCEPT Wednesday (“Hey, Monday!” “What do you think about this Sabbath?” “Oh thank god you’re here Friday”) and it annoys her favorite murder goth to NO END but slowly said murder goth becomes endeared by her roomate’s antics as feelings start to tumble and bloom away. Besides ‘my moon’, I can also see her calling Wednesday ‘silly raven’ in Greek.

Meanwhile, Wednesday has this wholeass evolution from shit like “mutt” to way softer nicknames because Gomezifcation™️ is a powerful thing. She starts to pine and internally call Enid her Alectrona (a greek goddness of the Sun, known for sunrise or ‘waking from slumber’, a perfect combo of how Enid brings light to Wednesday as well as her inner wolf finally waking up), but slowly she starts using it out loud along with “mi sol” (‘my sun’, Spanish), “mon petit chiot” (‘my little pup’, French), and “la mia vita” (‘my life’, Italian). Enid melts everytime without fail and stutters in Greek and honestly? Who could blame her when Wednesday has that passionately lovestruck shine in her eyes as adoration drips from devout lips.

#ur honor love is stored in the nicknames both shitposty and softened #we love multilingualism in this household yes we do #tag more nicknames if u wanna!!! anything goes!!#greek enid strikes again #greek enid supremacy #gods the pre-release fandom was such a golden time i miss it fr fr #people didnt question where willa came from or why Enid is Greek like we were all in the know u know?#thats okay tho! we can still educate the masses nownwith silly silly headcanons #Wednesday becoming well versed in deep greek mythology to call Enid all of these references #compare her to different infamous events in olden lore and everything #saying shit like #‘Circe’s wrath holds not even the weariest of candles to the atrocities I would commit for you mi sol’#Meanwhile Enid is over here tryna match Wednesday’s energy but her best bet on knowledge of greek mythology is her pjo fan roots #still makes Wednesday swoon regardless with how she never hesitates to shower Wednesday in affection #gods i am so ILL i am so so ill #its terminal ur honor i am BEDRIDDEN #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #wenclair warriors rise up #wenclair #woewolf

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aboredindividual · 30 days

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I've seen a lot of posts and fics that potrayed ,,the most beautiful" omegas having small height, hourglass figure, plump ass, flat belly and big boobs, Which IS perfectly fine. But i also love and propose a new alternative to the beauty standards .

I totally headcannon that the perfect omega will have around 175cm height, plump figure,light skin, strong legs , wide hips and pronounced waist , medium size breasts, round and rosy cheeks, big eyes and long hair. I think that vision comes from the focus of omegas natural ferility and nurturing qualities that the society will try to manifest and accentuate , showing that ,,THIS is the epitome of beauty, that omega willl give you strong and healthy babies".

I also 100% think that this beauty standard will have a cute consequence that when alphas see their mates post partum (who will often have remaining fat belly that looks like another pregnancy) and they go BATSHIT horny about it . And just omegas feeling better about themselves because their mate acts like those boys who got shot by a love laser even after birthing their child 🥺

Just alpha following their mate around with googly eyes and getting Cute Agression that they can't act on because baby mama is still recovering.

I also think that Mom bod would be a much more common thing that people would envy over.

#alpha beta omega #omegaverse worldbuilding #a/b/o dynamics #omegaverse headcanons #omegaverse #a/b/o #omega #alpha #a/b/o verse #I just went full ancient greek beauty standart right there #We love healthy beauty standards

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mossthebogmother · 2 months

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Love Of A Goddess

She gifted me with love and light,

Just as Prometheus gifted humans with fire.

Bound to hold my whole world upon her shoulders like Atlas,

Without regret she smiles.

Her beauty is that of Aphrodite,

And her mind like Athena's

For she is my Eurydice,

And I am her Orpheus.

I would bear the horrors of war like Ares for my love,

And look Charon in the eye.

Id overcome any trial like Hercules,

And fight Zeus himself.

I'd rather die than live without my Persephone.

Because I am Hades, shunned by society,

but she chose me.

#poetry #free verse #greek mythology #greek gods #romance #cute #sapphic #wlw love #gay

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blueheartbookclub · 3 months

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"Whispers from Antiquity: An Intimate Journey with 'The Poems of Sappho' by John Myers O'Hara"

John Myers O'Hara's translation of 'The Poems of Sappho' is a delicate and captivating rendition that brings the ethereal verses of the ancient Greek poet into the hands of contemporary readers. This interpretative journey into Sappho's lyrical world is a testament to O'Hara's mastery of language and his commitment to preserving the essence of Sappho's poetic genius. As one delves into the pages of this collection, the poet's voice echoes through the ages, transcending time and cultural barriers.

The title itself, 'The Poems of Sappho: An Interpretative Rendition into English,' hints at O'Hara's approach to translating the works of this enigmatic poet. Rather than a literal translation, O'Hara offers an interpretation that seeks to capture the emotional depth, sensuality, and nuances of Sappho's verses. The result is a collection that resonates with the modern reader while maintaining the spirit of Sappho's ancient lyricism.

Sappho, known for her evocative poetry centered around themes of love, desire, and the complexities of human emotion, finds a sympathetic interpreter in O'Hara. The translator skillfully navigates the challenges of capturing the subtle nuances and cultural contexts of Sappho's work, presenting readers with a collection that feels both authentic and accessible. The emotional intensity and intimacy of Sappho's poetry are preserved, allowing contemporary audiences to connect with the poet's timeless expressions of love and longing.

O'Hara's introduction provides valuable insights into Sappho's life, historical context, and the challenges inherent in translating her work. This contextualization enhances the reader's appreciation for the significance of Sappho as a pioneering voice in ancient Greek literature and elevates the collection beyond a mere compilation of verses. O'Hara's dedication to presenting Sappho in a holistic manner, beyond the stereotypical depiction of her as a love poet, adds depth to the reader's understanding of this influential figure.

The poet's exploration of themes such as the fleeting nature of beauty, the ecstasy of love, and the yearning for connection is as relevant today as it was in ancient times. O'Hara's translation not only preserves the historical and cultural richness of Sappho's work but also invites readers to contemplate the universal aspects of the human experience that transcend temporal and linguistic boundaries.

In conclusion, 'The Poems of Sappho: An Interpretative Rendition into English' by John Myers O'Hara is a mesmerizing exploration of one of antiquity's most celebrated poets. O'Hara's careful balancing act between fidelity to the original and a contemporary sensibility results in a collection that feels fresh, emotionally resonant, and true to the spirit of Sappho's lyrical artistry. This interpretative rendition serves as a bridge between ancient wisdom and modern sensibilities, inviting readers to savor the poetic whispers that have endured across centuries.

John Myers O'Hara's translation of 'The Poems of Sappho' is available in Amazon in paperback 10.99$ and hardcover 18.99$ editions.

Number of pages: 125

Language: English

Rating: 9/10

Link of the book!

Review By: King's Cat

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bfuhrnerd · 5 months

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Freely Adapted fron Ovid's Metamorphoses

Eurydice, though dying once again,

(For Orpheus had looked early from above)

Accused not Orpheus of any sin.

(Alas, what sin was there, but that he'd loved?)

#the ovid quote has loved in my brain rent free for so long #and i've wanted to adapt it into english verse for SO long #so I'm really glad that I finally was able to do it #(to make the meter work pronounce the first orpheus as 2 syllables and the second orpheus as three)#(so or-fyus vs or-fee-us)#the last rhyme's a little weak but. oh well idgaf #original poetry #bryan's poetry #Ovid #Orpheus and Eurydice #greek mythology

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landofgodsxmonsters · 3 months

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Full Name: Mariana ‘Maria’ Fattore

Age: 28

Birthdate: September 4th

Species: Demi-God&Legacy

Parents: Vulcan & Vanessa Fattore

Pronouns: she/her

R. Status: Single

Abilities:

Enhanced natural mechanical engineering abilities

Can redirect electricity

Maria’s abilities lay with building; weapons, bombs, nearly anything—being able to envision exactly what it is that needs to be done to make something she’s working on run right.

During the war she ended up with a spinal injury that impacted her ability to walk, she built herself mechanical braces out a celestial bronze that both help her to walk and make fighting against monsters that much easier.

Personality:

Well Maria holds many of the same values as she did in her previous life, she is also much more vocal about the way she feels than she. Most of this is due to the different time periods that she was raised in between the two. Still, family is very important to her and she would do whatever it takes to protect and stay close to those that she cares about.

She is also a very stubborn and determined woman, when warned not to push herself after the war she ignored the medics and built her braces and pushed through. She had a set back nearly 3 months later and finally listened and started going slower, taking the recommended physical therapy appointments and letting the doctors assess her work on the braces.

Background Information:

Maria was born to an 8th generation legacy of Ceres and the god Vulcan, making her a 9th generation legacy of Ceres and a first generation daughter of Vulcan. Growing up she was expected by other’s to excell at in the Legion, more because of her determination than anything else. And excell she did, not as a fighter though she was as skilled at that as most basic legion members were; but as a builder of weapons and bombs specifically meant to kill monsters.

One problem she has always had however is a fear or earthquakes and hotels, something that no one seems to be able to find a reason for. Whenever these fears are triggered, she get’s slight flashes, like her soul is remembering something that her brain has no recolection of. When Nico Di Angelo came to camp in the beginning she did her best to avoid him, for the simple reasoning of the 2 Lares that tended to stick close to her warning her to keep away from him if she didn’t want her problem to get worse.

Though she wasn’t sure what exactly they meant, she assumed that they were refering to the flashes that she had had when she first heard about him—and the Lares had always steered her right before. So she tookntheir advice, and anytime that he would come to camp she was sure to hole herself away into her work room.

Unknown to her? When Maria Di'Angelo decided to be reborn she begged Hades, if she sees her children again please let her remember them. He couldn't make her any promises on his own, but with the help of Zagreus he was able to reluctantly grant her request before him and Persephone said goodbye to her for the last time.

#what if I just dumped her here? what then?#ANYWAY I hc that Hades and Persephone were both in love with Maria and with her and you cant stop me #pjo rp #maria Di'Angelo rp #maria di angelo rp #rick riordan rp #riordan verse rp #percy jackson and the olympians rp #greek mythology rp #mythology rp #percy jackson rp #hoo rp #hades rp #heroes of olympus rp #persephone rp #nico diangelo rp #Nico Di'Angelo rp #nico di angelo rp #maria diangelo rp

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elvisabutler · 9 months

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phila

summary: he was a frat boy. you were not a sorority girl. could i make it any more obvious. or how you fall for a frat boy and an incident happens that makes you realize how much he cares for you and just how much his friends do too. fandom: austin butler rating: m but not because anyone has sex more for rough content. pairing: austin butler ( frat boy ) x female reader word count: 2823 warnings: talking shit on fraternities and sororities. mild insecurity. a bit of misogyny. frat bros being heinous human beings. non consensual drug use. violence in the form of a drunken brawl. roofies being mentioned and used. dudebros being assholes. beer bottles being thrown. implied undressing while unconscious done by a trusted person. completely averted attempt at sa/sexual assault. author’s note: y'all can essentially blame @prompted-wordsmith for this one because they're the one who put the little nugget in my brain back when we talked about this. heed the warnings, please. i didn't tag this as austin's main post tag because i know it deals with a sensitive topic but it's also probably— the last frat austin piece i might write unless anyone has something they specifically want to see. same goes for my tags for all of you. which, truly i refrain from tagging when it comes to things i feel most of you would prefer not to read and this is no exception. i believe i put all the warnings but feel free to tell me if i missed any. hope you enjoy if you read and thank y'all for your support. also i know not all chapters of SAE are like this but they are known to be a— bad frat so to speak.

Going to frat parties is not your idea of fun. It's a fact that Austin knows and will usually acknowledge and allow you to just skip them with promises that he won't do anything funny with any other girls. Not that you don't trust him, but you know how touchy he can get while tipsy, and you know as well as anyone sometimes touches can be misconstrued. There are lone exceptions, though, the parties that Austin begs to have you at so he can show you off and tell everyone how much of a genius his girlfriend is. They're always held at other frat houses, and every so often, you start to wonder if you're being dragged around like a trophy only to realize that's not the case at all. If anything, it's him trying to prove to everyone that you're kind of settling for him and that you could get better guys. It's a silly notion, you think, but it is what it is and you go along with it for Austin's delight only to remind him when you're safely in each other's arms in bed that he's the only one for you. Besides, what sort of girl is supposed to go for the premed and theater guy, hm?

Tonight is one of those nights where you're in a simple black and white jumpsuit and Austin is in what you like to call party causal. Or a step up from his normal tank tops but not full formal or business wear, but it involves jeans that make his ass look flawless so you're pretty sure you're winning just because of that one sole fact. It's easier to hitch a ride or just walk with Austin when it comes to heading to these parties and tonight is no different with you sitting in the passenger side of his car as his hand interlocks with yours.

"You're going to have to let go of my hand, Austin. Pretty sure no one is going to let us live it down if we get into a car accident because we both know better," you laugh, pulling his head up to your lips to kiss it as he shrugs.

"I can drive one handed." He attempts to defend his actions only to earn a look from you that has him sighing. "Hitting the curb that one time doesn't count."

A laugh erupts from your mouth as you finally move your hand away despite his pout with those plush lips of his. "Right. Do I have to call Darce and them to get more proof or do I win this argument just because you knew I was going to mention that?"

Austin pauses and looks for a moment like he's going to present a defense worthy of a brilliant lawyer before, "I think we're at a draw."

There's a moment where you look like you're going to playfully argue before you just smile. "Drive, Butler."

Normally Austin has a tendency to stick close by to you at these parties, not because he doesn't trust you, but because he- despite being a nice and trusting person knows better than to trust a lot of the frats on campus. Most of the time any thing that happens are just rumors but he knows through the grapevine that there's a few people who shouldn't be on campus but have Daddy's money to help them avoid getting kicked out. But this particular party has some pledges he lost out on and likes to check up on from time to time. You're a big girl, though, and he knows you'll be fine. He knows if anyone tries anything they're in for a world of hurt before he even knows there's a problem.

In hindsight, he should have known better than to leave you alone at this particular party. The time before the party had been a little rushed and your normal preparation of having enough to drink ahead of time was left by the wayside. It meant this time around you were nursing a coke trying to be the designated driver at a house most people know better than to have open drinks at. You try to mingle as best you can, attempting to use this to build some connection to someone knowing that despite everything this frat is one of the richer and thus more connected ones and it shows in the talk you hear among some people. Your eyes instinctively seek out Austin more than once and are relieved that he's close enough to you that no one would dare try anything until you find yourself face to face with a guy you've met before.

"Y/N! Fancy seeing you hear. AB finally let you out?" The guy— Jackson, you think his name is— smiles, his canines being exposed when he does. He reminds you of a wolf in all the worst ways.

"Jackie," you mockingly croon, setting down your drink for just a moment. "Cute how you think Austin can tell me what to do like that. Andrew let you run around off the leash?"

You watch as a muscle in Jackson's jaw twitches and you want to laugh but you stop yourself when you see him start to open his mouth. "Funny. AB knows how to pick his bitches. He sent me over here to talk to you actually. Said he wanted to mend bridges between our two houses. He knows Aussie's a little mad about that—"

"How you sniped the kids you called charity cases in your pledge class? When everyone knew they were shoo ins for Phi Kap. But little Andy got it in his head they needed to SAE boys. Yeah, I heard the story." The words come out more vicious than you intend them to but strangely Jackson doesn't react. "What?"

Jackson laughs and for some reason you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up almost as if to warn you of something. It's then that you remember you set down your drink and pick it back up. As you're picking it up, you miss how Jackson smiles. "You really are something else. Shame you settled for the poor white trash surfer boy. When you get tired of him, you'd fit right in here, Y/N. Fucking mean enough."

With that Jackson walks away and you find yourself wondering what just happened as you take a sip of your Coke. Austin catches your eye from across the room and winks, smiling at you before turning to talk to the freshman he was already talking to.

Austin knows that two things are wrong when he looks up thirty minutes later after catching up with multiple Freshman and being interrupted by some asshole whose name he didn't even catch. You're not where you've been for almost the entire party which wouldn't be strange except he can't really find you anywhere. He pulls out his phone to see a missed call from you, a voicemail and a text message that looks like the ones you send him when you've fallen asleep with your phone in your hand. That alone worries him and has him listening to the voicemail only to hear your voice sound wrong in a way that has him seeing red. It doesn't take him long to find one of the upperclassmen— Trey, he thinks? Maybe Trevor, Austin honestly doesn't care as long as he has some idea of where you went.

"Did you see where the girl I came here with went? My girlfriend— She—" Austin trips over his words, suddenly reverting back to that shy boy he once was when he was younger unable to order his own food. The man rolls his eyes.

"The uptight one? Dude, she went to where the bathrooms are. Maybe the bedroom?" His hand motions in the direction of a hallway and Austin shoves his way past multiple people to the third bathroom where he hears something that sounds like you groaning. Austin doesn't waste another second before he's against the door saying your name and somehow you manage to get the door unlocked.

Austin finds you on the floor near the toilet and all he thinks is that you look exceptionally out of it. Your eyes barely focus on his face and when trying to reach him you decide the under the sink counter door is his leg. "Aus—" You start before trailing off. "Why'm I in the bath'oom?"

Part of why Austin likes you— loves you as much as he does is how well spoken you are so hearing you like this makes him so terrified that he's grabbing your hands and yanking you up with a grunt. Your body practically melts into his before you hear another knock at the door and see some of the boys from Austin's frat looking at the scene. Kelvin's the one who speaks first.

"Did they—Aus, man, you know what this looks like."

Austin's grip tightens around your waist and you look up at him and press your nose into his shirt, inhaling his comforting scent even as your mind jumps and swirls and does everything in between being normal. "Tight. Too tight."

Everything feels too tight, your jumpsuit, your bra, his arms but you can't figure out how to get out those words as Austin's grip loosens just a hair when he turns to look at his friends. The boys he'd trust with his life and with yours. "I— I don't know how the fuck they did this but find whoever did it. Fucking— she can barely stand up and she wasn't drinking. You guys know that. Who does this— I'm just here to talk to the newbies not to— Not to put my girlfriend in harms way."

It's then that Austin watches Xavier and Adam already leaving the doorway and after a moment he hears a crack of a beer bottle breaking.

"Who did it to Y/N? We just want to talk, man! Take you so you can see your handiwork!" Xavier's voice silences the crowd before there's a rush of voices and cursing that has Luke joining the fray only for you to hear him shout,

"Where the fuck did you get a beer can like that?" It's a valid question but one he says while grabbing a foldable chair and brandishing it in his hands as someone— Trey? Trevor? Alexander? Someone tries to run off after laughing at the scene.

"She deserved it," he mocks as Luke steps closer to him chair still in hand. On your shaky legs Austin starts to try and lead you back to his car before Luke does something you never thought was possible outside of pretend WWE matches. He throws a chair on top of someone's head. Your ears faintly hear the cracking of wood and you wince against Austin before he holds you tighter to him.

"You're fine. They're— They're not gonna hurt you." Austin whispers against your hair and you can smell the faint traces of alcohol on his breath. "I think they're gonna hurt all of the upperclassmen of SAE but not you."

As if on cue there's a bottle that flies by Austin's head and shouts that sounds like multiple of Austin's friends trying to tackle someone.

"Fuckin' tryin' to knock him out?" "Already messed with his girlfriend!" "Your balls that small Andy??"

In another time and place you'd be laughing and while telling the boys it's not worth it but honestly you can't right now. Truthfully if you could right now you'd be joining with them, getting in hits just the same as the rest of them. It frustrates you to not be able to but at the same time there's a warm feeling in your chest unrelated to whatever is circulating in your system at knowing these boys are willing to do this for you.

Someone throws another bottle at Austin's head and it barely misses you before there's another set of shouts and more cursing and general ruckus. Austin pulls you closer once more and starts to head to the door as you hear Tom's bellow to Austin.

"B, get her outta here! We got this! Just get us some rides!" Rides home is what he means but he's interrupted by someone trying to climb on his back. "Now what the fuck are ya doin' bruh?"

Austin takes that as a cue to rush out, only stopping for a moment to shout something about not getting arrested before getting you both in the car. He knows he's not supposed to drive after he's had any sort of liquor but you're in no state to drive yourself and he doesn't trust that his car will stay in one piece if he leaves it here. The second he starts the car your eyes start to droop down and he frowns looking at you.

"I'm so sorry, babe."

You wake up the next morning to Austin on the phone sounding more agitated the more words are spoken. It's a strange thing to see but even more strange is how you're in a pair of pjs you've left in his room at the house with no recollection of how you got in them.

"I know it goes against the code of— they drugged my girlfriend. I think when comparing the two we have the moral high ground. I'll take— I'll take punishment for some of them but you're not shutting down our chapter. I'll handle— yes I can handle it!" His next words are a little incomprehensible and you just sort of stare at him while pulling a blanket tighter around you until he hangs up and realizes you're awake.

"Hey. You— How're you feeling?"

You pause before answering and sigh. "Like shit. I don't— What happened last night? I remember bathrooms and beer bottles? And a chair?"

"I— I'm not really sure. You were where you were at one point, then you disappeared into the bathroom after you drank something? I don't— I really don't know. I found you when I realized and when I did. The boys and I realized you were— uh— that you had something in you that was definitely not something you took willingly." Austin moves to sit on the bed next to you and pulls you close to him. "I got you out of there and— there might have been a few injuries? Involving fists and chairs and bottles. General mayhem."

A silence falls over the two of you before your eyes widen. "You mean they— Did you just tell me I had a bunch of frat bros fighting for me?"

Austin can't help the quiet laugh that leaves him as he nods. "And I didn't even ask them to. They saw you and some of SAE said some— very stupid things and yeah. Tom shooed me out before a bottle hit us. They're in a lot of trouble right now but no one got arrested which is a— It's surprising but I don't question the charm of some of us."

"What about the whole frat—" The words die on your lips as soon as Austin's hand touches your cheek and he shakes his head.

"We'll be fine. Fighting with another frat is bad but not nearly as bad as members drugging someone on purpose considering I think— I think they singled you out specifically. Or at least figured you'd be a fun target. I don't— It doesn't matter. We look better in comparison." Austin explains, watching you bite your lip. "It's fine, babe. I promise. Honestly, they care more about you and if you're okay. Just like me."

Which is to honestly say, stop worrying in Austin's roundabout way. You don't speak for a good five minutes, choosing instead to listen to Austin's heartbeat before you finally move to try and get up. Austin quickly puts a stop to that even as you frown. "Austin, I'm fine just let me get up."

"Future doctor's orders. You're staying in bed today just so I can keep an eye on you. Promise you can do whatever tomorrow. Just— please, babe."

After a moment you move to crawl back into bed and glare a bit at him. "Go get me food, then. I'm— I think I'm so hungry I'm nauseous? I don't know just— food." You stare at the door and swear you hear someone walking by it. "And I guess send in the guys? Are they being creepy at the door?"

The answering yell of no has you and Austin laughing as he opens the door to find Tom chilling against the door, before barging in. "They sent me for recon. Ya good?"

You share a look with Austin as you nod. "Yeah, go tell them I'm good. And that next time try and defend my honor a little more subtly. And tell Luke he's got to show me that chair trick."

taglist: none for this.

#austin butler x reader #austin butler x you #austin butler x y/n #ally writes #frat boy austin #frat!austin #greek love verse #genuinely wasn't kidding about the lack of a taglist or tags.#if y'all find it. you find it.

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another-lovesick-poet · 1 year

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Orpheus’ Folly

just as Orpheus loved Eurydice enough to follow her into Hades’ underworld,

i too would follow you wherever you may go

and just as Orpheus was filled with so much love for her that it poured out into his song for Hades,

i too cannot contain the adoration that you inspire within me

and just as Orpheus loved Eurydice enough to lead her out of the depths of hell by himself,

i too would do anything just so that you may remain by my side

but just as doubt crept in on Orpheus, just as he turned and sent his lover away for ever in-spite of himself,

i too cannot help but sabotage myself, as doubt creeps in on me

i cannot believe that a woman such as you could ever love me enough to follow me out of the Underworld,

so i have no choice but to turn and look behind

i’m so sorry i damned us with my insecurity

just as Orpheus damned Eurydice with his folly

-Bridie

#bad poem #birdie #free verse #free verse poem #free verse poetry #poetry #sapphic #sapphism #lesbian #love poem #greek mythology #mythology #orpheus and eurydice

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norachelesque · 23 days

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my fingers traced yours

you hold my hand in yours

ephemereal

like it is the first moment we touch

i gaze into your eyes

gold flecks in green

picturesque

like sunrays dancing through the canopy

your hair catches daylight

dancing with the wind

Midas touched

You seeming Hercules are my Achilles heel

#poems #poetry #free verse #my poems #my poerty #poets and writers #love #dark academia #greek mythology

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rendevok · 9 months

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8, 21, and 22 for the ask meme

8. what’s your favorite cuisine?

Ohhh this is so hard to answer… so many of them are so good…. But I guess if i really had to pick i would probably say mexican because it’s the one i crave most often!

(I’ll answer the other 2 in the next ask, so stay tuned!)

#japanese is probably a close second because i love how they combine their flavors… lots of really interesting (and tasty) tastes there!#im not as well versed but i’ve also enjoyed chinese and indian…#basically im coming out as i love spices i think #OH AND MEDETERRANEAN FLAVORS TOO i love some good lebanese or greek food…#*mediterranean i misspelled that bc i got excited sorry #i love trying new foods too… girl help food is just so good how do i pick only one #anonymous #asks #ask meme

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ccaptain · 3 months

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On my mind today there's the cruel part of Persephone!Kaeya, and how it comes out ugly, immature, and with the intent to make sure that he's given respect- even if he has to obtain it through fear.

Mynthe is the most regular example of that: for a fleeting, infatuated glance at Hades, for perhaps a small fantasy that even she knew was unattainable- Kaeya has made her pay the cruelest price. It was not out of the insecurity that is jealousy, but out of sheer rage that a nymph would dare think of herself in Persephone's place. Yes, even for just a moment. It's a slight he cannot risk taking, least many more try to think themselves as wanting to be where he is, with who he is with- and he evens their illusions with the utmost, childish glee.

Mynthe was turned into the plant that takes after her name. And, worst of all, Kaeya takes care of her.

He snips off the withering leaves that she may get, and checks her meticulously every day. He checks her for parasites, for buds, for waste in the soil she's potted in. He changes her vase often, each time getting a prettier one. He hums pretty melodies while doting what seems to be his favorite plant- one that he loves so much that it was moved to the entrance of his and Hades's chambers, to admire the sight of their marital bed.

Every night, Mynthe is forced to watch the deity she allowed herself to fantasize about, for a brief moment, love on Persephone with all of himself. She's forced to listen to their pleasure, forced to watch them kiss, forced to see how sweet the cuddles are. Forced to see how strong their chemistry and camaraderie is, how Kaeya makes Wriothesley an happier person each day, each hour, each time he dips into his new realm or when he makes fruit sprout from the ceiling of the palace when he knows Wrio is neglecting himself. She's forced to watch how much they love and crave eachother, stuck as a mint plant, for eternity.

The cruel Persephone will never allow her to wither and die. Kaeya takes stellar care of her, and will do so forever.

Nobody will ever make justice for Mynthe, and Kaeya knows this.

#from another realm ━ (ooc)#read me like a book; will you? ━ (headcanons)#For the Immortal Flowers in my bones; for the Ice in my Heart ━ ( Persephone V. )#i love this side of Persephone!Kaeya SO MUCH. god he's such a cruel person here #me when the greek mythology makes my brain go BRRBRBRBRBRBRBRRRBB #if i ever get a diluc for this verse as kaeyas brother i want him to tug kaeyas ear all the fucking way and just be like 'BEHAVE'

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blueheartbooks · 3 months

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"Whispers from Antiquity: An Intimate Journey with 'The Poems of Sappho' by John Myers O'Hara"

John Myers O'Hara's translation of 'The Poems of Sappho' is available in Amazon in paperback 10.99$ and hardcover 18.99$ editions.

Number of pages: 125

Language: English

Rating: 9/10

Link of the book!

Review By: King's Cat

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