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usedtobecooler · 7 months

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I don’t know how it will happen but I need upside down Steve, all bloody and scratched up, underneath me. Idk in what universe I’d prioritize riding him over getting him to safety but….. I am only a woman. A man in pain, writhing and whining and gripping on to me to keep me going with what little strength he has, will always be the best ride. 5 stars on Uber

oh babe, this would 100% happen due to a sex pollen caused by brushing a weird looking plant in the upside down.

steve’s bloodied and broken up from fighting off a demodog, a gnarly gash on his inner thigh that’s bleeding hard, and you go on instinct, rushing to sit between his spread legs on the grimy ground. tearing at his jeans where they’re ripped to shreds around the gaping wound, pressing a firm hand to apply pressure.

the wave of heat courses through your body, the sharp sting from your skin touching is imminent. steve’s more reactive, hissing and bucking up into the touch despite the sheer amount of war wounds that are bleeding profusely all over his body. it hurts so good, so good in fact that he’s sweating with it, moaning. chest heaving with the need to be touched.

shared looks, hot and desperate but communicated perfectly without a single word have you tearing off what’s left of his jeans. every little touch sending flashes of pleasure up your spine, brain clouded with the violent urge to fuck. you mount him easily, slide down onto him with fingertips digging harshly into mauled shoulders.

“gotta be qu-quiet, fuck, fuck,” steve whimpers, slaps a hand over your mouth as your hips work together in a sort of tandem, you bouncing up and down as his hips punch upwards. your eyes roll back, it was always good with steve, but this? you’d never experienced pleasure like it.

the backs of your thighs are covered in his blood, and he’s so lost and gone from the pleasure that he doesn’t even feel the wound anymore, can’t feel anything past the tight heat sinking up and down on his length. he groans, desperate and pathetic, big hands smearing dirt and spattered blood all over your hip, your mouth, as he helps you bounce.

it doesn’t last long, you lean forward to kiss him and the sharp sting of your lips pressing to his cut ones have him pushing you down on him, hips pressing up to bury himself deep as he comes. he releases the kiss and bites down hard on your jaw to muffle the sound of his cries as he rides out the aftershocks of it, clinging to you so tight you know his fingertips will leave bruises in their wake.

#steve harrington smut #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington brainrot #i got carried away lmao #steve harrington x reader #mine #drabble #smutty anons #my fanfic

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boba-beom · 12 days

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All your posts are making me like 🫠 I think I reblogged all three keke

I need to shout about this... In the Miracle tiktok where Taehyun is dancing while SoobKai film with ILLIT... I don't know if he's eating or chewing gum but it looks like he's chewing gum and why is it so attractive to me. Now I've combined this with basketball Taehyun, thinking how hot it would be to watch him doing a solo practice, shooting and doing dribbling drills while casually making conversation with you, chewing gum the whole time. Am I crazy? Maybe, because before now, I'd probably say gum is gross.

WAIT but now I'm imagining this scenario is the first time you hang out after he sees you fraternising with the enemy (Yeonjun) and he's trying to act like it doesn't bother him that you gave him your number, only that you were clapping for the wrong team OKAY stop me and my imagination 😅 I love Taehyun

and I love you, so glad to see you're still around 💕

CEE I love you too! and I'm happy to see you around also <3 you have no idea how much I've been giggling to myself from your tags hehe :> thank you for the rbs and reading your reactions were fun too 🤭 and you saying that I make sport-centric fics fun for you to read is truly a huge compliment to me omg, I always get nervous because I'm not 100% sure about what I'm writing most of the time, so thank you ilysm 🫶🏼

ALSO reading this made my jaw drop because you're literally onto something with that omg. I noticed that too during soogyu's tiktok with ILLIT— it's the way taehyun does it so nonchalantly with the subtle chewing and it is kinda hot. I used to find people who do that quite obnoxious lmao, but like I can't stand if they're really smacking their gum, ygm? ANYWAY—

jealous bsf!taehyun x gn!reader, dialogue heavy

okay so, the first time you and taehyun hang out after the game is a couple of days later. he'd agreed to hang out with you at the park since you both had checked the weather in advance; it was sunnier than usual. you both decided to meet each other at your regular spot and you're not surprised to find taehyun already there, sitting on the grass and on his phone. usually he'd notice you when you walk up behind him, but it was almost like he'd purposely ignored you and waiting until you had to announce that you were there.

"tyun?" you sit beside him slowly leaning in to give him a usual hug when you greet each other but he gave you a lazy side hug. damn. "been waiting long?"

"no."

that's all you get? he pockets his phone, palms against the grass as he leans back chewing his gum nonchalantly and looking at the busy field in front of you. there seems to be a group of high schoolers training for soccer.

"um, are we good?" you ask quietly, heart pounding in your chest and a little afraid for the first time in forever.

he hums, eyes focused on the ball being passed from player to player.

"yeah, why wouldn't we?" his voice monotone but knowing taehyun, that was normal. "how's yeonjun. are you guys like text buddies now or something?"

now that wasn't what you were expecting. well shit. taehyun's mad and you don't know if that's all he has to say about it.

"no, tyun. he didn't even call me so I don't even have his number. I'm assuming he's busy is all. I wasn't really expecting much." you nudge his shoulder playfully, craning your neck in attempt to be in his visual field, but to no avail, his vision doesn't budge. you sit back in your original position, also watching the ball from afar. "does it bother you?"

you best friend scoffs, apparently he finds something humorous that you possibly missed.

"it doesn't. why'd you even talk to that guy anyway, you know he just does that to boost his ego because he lost the game." taehyun finally turns his head to look at you and you look at him within a fraction of a second, eyes holding eye contact for the first time that day.

"I'm sure he had good intentions-"

"good intentions." taehyun scoffs again, almost chuckles after he repeats it again. "that guy never has good intentions, ___. and I thought you were there to support me, then I catch you clapping for his three pointer."

your stomach churns a little from the guilt. you didn't know he saw that. and what do you even say? you thought it was impressive? you had a feeling yeonjun shot that shot for you?

"don't even try and think of some lame ass excuse because you know damn well I can tell when you're not telling me the truth." his voice assertive but his gaze on you softens, wanting you to be comfortable with him like you usually are.

you let out a deep sigh.

"he looked at me before that moment and I assumed he did that to impress me..." your voice trails off, trying to look at taehyun through your peripheral, not wanting to look at him directly. "I don't know tyun, he seemed pretty genuine and he's kinda cute too."

after explaining as honestly as you could, the air was filled with a short silence between the both of you and distant shouting and birds flying by.

"I can be kinda cute too." taehyun grumbles under his breath and you swear it wasn't some sort of auditory hallucination. that is what you heard, right?

"hm?" you turn to him, tilting your head to the side waiting for him to hopefully repeat himself.

"why'd you want him when I've been here all this time." his rhetorical reply left you blinking a couple of times, processing what exactly he's inferring. "in short, you have me. and I have you."

your chest starts heaving slowly. taehyun, your best friend, really said that. his fingers gently caresses yours, also supporting your weight on the grass while you both lean back.

the train of thought in your discombobulated mind is disrupted by him calling your name, now in a softer tone.

"so, what do you say? I'm willing to risk this friendship and try something more with you, ___. if you let me."

his says his confession, almost as if he's been yearning for you to be his for a while, but is it wrong that you still can't stop thinking about yeonjun?

"taehyun," you sit upright, holding his hand in yours. "I'm going to be honest with you, but promise me don't get mad."

the hope in taehyuns eyes disappears, feeling his heart sink to his stomach ready for your rejection. he nods.

"I love you, and always have, but that's because you're my best friend. and at the moment, yeonjun left quite the impression on me so he's still on my mind, but there's nothing much that helps him in his favour."

"so what you're saying is?" your fingers interlock with his, your thumb rubbing the back of his.

"is that I'm willing to try this with you, because, unlike you," you tease, "I like to give people chances."

you prod at his side as he exhales and rolls his eyes playfully.

"I couldn't risk you being whisked away before I even made a move on you." taehyun defends himself the best he could.

"no but really, from time to time I have felt like I've loved you more than a friend. so that's why I want to try, but can we take it slow?"

"yeah, of course. I'll just have to push yeonjun out your thoughts first." his comment makes you laugh.

taehyun's singular dimpled smile returns and it's contagious, he has you smiling back at him too. you didn't realise when you two ended up sitting closer to each other to close the gap, but you took the opportunity to lean your head on his shoulder.

"and you are kinda cute."

#cee ᡣ𐭩 #mapofthemazeinthemirror ᡣ𐭩 #[ 🪴 ] — asks.#[ 🧸 ] — mutuals.#I got carried away lmao #again probably took a different turn #but :>#I love taehyun too hehe #taehyun soft thoughts #taehyun soft hours #taehyun fluff #taehyun angst

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babybluebex · 2 months

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my latest dom “fantasy,” whatever you wanna call it, has been ur the actor who plays niece elise in the holdovers and you two like each other when filming but since your part is small you don’t see each other till a streaming of the movie when you reconnect. 🤗

oh my god stop the presses this is CUTE

you're kinda joking together and laughing inbetween takes, but you're both nervous because you have to kiss and neither of you have ever done that before (kissed other people, yes, but on screen, for the whole world to see, never) but dom's a sweetheart and you do the scene and it goes off without a hitch, and you're maybe a little disappointed when alexander payne says they got the shot they needed and that you don't need to do it again

and like yeah, you're only on set for like 1 day, and you managed to follow dom on instagram but like sorta forgot about him inbetween filming and release time?? like you both got busy and just, whatever, but then the movie comes out and at first seems like it's just gonna be any other movie, you still post pictures from set on your instagram and celebrate it, and, for the first time since meeting him, dom comments on your post "so much fun, if you're ever around my way, text me" and you're like ⁉️

and you shoot off a dm at him, sorta like "hey i was finally able to watch the whole movie and you did really good" and he texts back like "aw thanks, that's really sweet" and you ask "back then, you lived in massachusetts, where are you now?" and he says "i'm in philly right now for school, but i'm taking spring semester off, so i'll probably go back to jersey with my mom"

and you start talking like every day then, now that the door is open you can't stop, he's always sending you memes and telling stories, and you send him memes about HIM as you watch him become the new it boy (and maybe you're a little jealous bc he was YOUR boy first, he was YOUR little secret, but not so much anymore), and THEN the movie starts to get acclaim?? and it looks like it might be something more than some movie you made a few years ago for a single day?? it's turning into something bigger than that?? all your friends at uni knew that you were in the movie and had gone and seen it and teased you about the kiss, but now you're getting stopped by strangers on the way to lecture and asked about the movie?? like wtf!!

and you and dom are steady texting every day like "DUDE" "DUDE I KNOW", and it starts getting awards buzz, all the best actor and best supporting actress and breakthrough actor and everything is WILD, and you're always texting him to congratulate him winning this award or that award, and you slowly start to realize. oh shit i have a crush on him. oh fuck i'm whipped for this guy.

and the day the oscars nominees are announced, you're in lecture, and your phone starts ringing and yelling at you, and your lecturer is like "do you need to take that?" and you sorta laugh "no, whatever it is, it can wait..." and you finally dig your phone out of your bag and see it's dom wanting to video call?? which doesn't happen often, for as famous of an actor as he is now, he hates seeing himself on camera and even if you do video call, his camera is off most the time, so for HIM to initiate a video call is VERY bizarre "... actually, sir, i do need to take this, i'm sorry"

and you go in the hall and answer the call, and dom is yknow DOM, messy frizzy hair and his shirt on backwards and he's frantic, and you're like "did you just wake up, what's going on??" and he says "have you seen yet?!" "seen what??" "jesus christ, i can't fucking believe this—" "dominic, what's going on?" "holdovers has been nominated for best picture at the oscars"

and you black out for a second and snap back in and you're like "we're WHAT"

and dom says "what're you doing on march 10th?? can you come to the oscars?? do you even want to??" "yeah i'd love to, but i-i need to get to LA, and i need a dress, and i need a date—" "how about me? i'll take you"

and when you reunite in los angeles for the oscars, it's the first time you've seen him in the flesh in like nearly 2 years, but you run to him and hug him, and he hugs you back, and it's such a happy moment and you can't believe that this is your life

and all night, people are complimenting your dress and your hair and makeup, and dom won't stop trying to get people to pay attention to you, he's in a little interview on the carpet and he's asked who his date is, and he grabs you by the hips "my wonderful costar, she played elise in the movie" and everybody has the same reaction, they hear your character's name and then stare at you for a second until it clicks "oh! you did so good in the movie!!"

and dom is so nervous and anxious all night, he sorta joked "i know we won't win, there's no shot in hell, oppenheimer's gonna win, so why am i nervous??" and you hold his shaking hands in yours and try to calm him as much as possible, but cameras catch you holding hands and the way he whispers in your ear to talk to you, and like HALFWAY through the show, your friends sends you a link to a variety article that mentions the best dressed at the awards, and dom is on there, and the little text blurb under his picture says "sessa is attending the show with his girlfriend and costar" and your friend is like "GIRLFRIEND??" and you're like "wait" and apparently everybody online has mistaken your physical closeness for a relationship, and you show dom during a commercial break just to be like "oh haha look at this, they think we're dating"

and he hits you with the "are we not?" "what do you mean 'are we not'?" "i mean, i thought... i thought we've been dating for a while. i've been telling people all night that you're my girl" and you shiver with delight at how casually he says his girl, but like "you thought... well, when would we have started dating?" "you remember a few months ago, the conversation we had about how, like, i'm bad at relationships and you don't like commitment, and i said i'd try to be better and you said you'd try to commit to someone? i thought that was us agreeing to start dating"

and like shit yeah you DO remember that conversation, it was like 3am and you were on facetime for HOURS that night and you're like "oh! well... yeah, that can be it." and dom's like "sooo.... does that mean i can kiss you?" and it's a gentle, soft kiss, just like your first one so long ago

and that night, you reunite with paul and da'vine (who you had met in passing on set), and towards the end of the night, da'vine sends you a photo she took on her phone of you and dom, holding each other, foreheads touching, giggling together, and you hard launch your shit on instagram with that picture "we may not have won best picture, but i won best boyfriend <3"

#bex answers #anon ask #dominic sessa x reader #i got carried away lmao

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steveshairychest · 1 year

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tw: mentions of death

Eddie will forever be grateful that he got a second chance but now he's starting to feel the consequences of his immortality.

Steve's old enough to be his dad now. His hair is almost completely grey at 45; he says the stress of babysitting 6 kids really sped up the process. Eddie still thinks he's the most beautiful person alive, he's aging like fine wine right before his eyes and he's so glad that he gets to spend every second of his immortal life with Steve.

He just wished they'd grow old together.

Dustin's kids think it's weird that their dad is friends with someone who's only just 'freshly 21' but Eddie thinks it's weird that they've never questioned why the man they've known since they were infants hasn't aged a day. He's starting to realise that children are very oblivious, especially if you bring gifts everytime you visit.

He still DMs for the party except now their children join in too. They like to remind Eddie that his rules are very outdated. He gets a disappointed frown from one of his friends when he kills their kid's character just because they annoyed him.

He thought explaining his eternal youth to his friend's kids was going to be the hardest part but he was wrong.

The hardest part was watching all his friends die.

It never got easier. He held their hands, whispered words of comfort as he listened to their hearts slowly stop. He cursed his abilities in these moments; wished he couldn't smell the illness in their blood and hear their hearts get weaker and weaker as they grew older.

Steve went sooner than he expected.

It came on so suddenly, he had no time to prepare himself, no time to figure out a way to go with him.

"See the world for me." Steve whispers to him. He's smiling, he's fucking dying and he has the audacity to smile at Eddie.

"I don't want to live in a world without you." Eddie's voice cracks and he scoots his chair closer so that he can gently rest his head on Steve's stomach. Steve weakly plays with his hair, that stupid smile still on his face.

"Always so dramatic." Steve traces Eddie's face, runs his fingers over his eyes, his nose, his lips, the scar on the side of his face from the bats; something that feels like a lifetime ago. "I love you, Eds, I won't be mad if you find someone else. Just make sure you visit and tell me about them." Eddie's sobbing now, his body shaking as he cries and grips Steve's hand tighter. He can hear it. He can fucking hear his heart slow. It's a sound he'll never be able to forget.

"My heart belongs to you... in this life.. and the next." And then he's gone.

Eddie's ears ring and he knows he's causing a scene, knows that screaming Steve's name won't magically drag him back from whatever place he's gone to, but he can't stop. He has to be forcefully dragged out of the room which is a struggle because Eddie is stronger than the average human.

He hates the silence, hates that he'll never hear the calming, steady beat of his lovers heart. He doesn't sleep for weeks, it feels wrong to sleep in their bed without Steve. He doesn't eat, can't even bring himself to open the fridge and drink the last bit of blood Steve had put aside for him.

It gets to a point where Dustin's oldest kid, Julie, comes to visit and finds him curled up on the floor, hunger so bad he's unable to move, to speak.

"Steve wouldn't want this." She chides and force feeds him the blood from the fridge. He doesn't know when Dustin told her about him, doesn't really care at that point. All he can do is sob weakly as Steve's blood fills his mouth and brings him back from the edge. "Come on. We're going to visit dad."

Dustin's in a retirement home now.

He'd gone downhill after his wife died and the kids had their own lives, they didn't have time to look after him 24/7. Eddie would have taken him in if he'd known, but he's been in a state of limbo for 2 months now. He'd collapsed on the kitchen floor a week ago and would have stayed there if Julie hadn't shown up, his body can withstand neglect a lot better than he thought.

He's missed Robin's 70th birthday.

He's missed the birth of Mike and El's 4th grand kid.

He's missed the release of Will's final book in his series.

He's missed so much life while mourning Steve. He didn't realise so much could happen in just 2 months.

"Hey, dad, I've brought a visitor." Julie says softly, making sure not to startle Dustin. He's sitting on the small lounge next to the window, an old fantasy book in his hands, and seeing him sit there brings back memories of when they were younger. When Dustin used to come by Steve's house just to be near Eddie, to remind himself that Eddie was okay. They'd sit in the bay window in Steve's lounge room and read together for hours. Steve would walk by and flick the lamp on for them because they wouldn't even notice that the sun had set.

He can still see that little kid in the old man in front of him, he's hidden under the wrinkles and grey hair, but when his eyes light up and his smile takes over his face, Eddie sees the kid that he risked his life for. "Eddie!"

Julie leaves them to talk, says that she'll grab them all a cup of coffee. Eddie declines. He hasn't been able to drink coffee since Steve died. It reminds him too much of waking up to quiet humming from the kitchen and coffee flavoured kisses.

Dustin scolds Eddie for neglecting himself, for not calling him or coming to see him so that they could mourn together. It feels strange to be scolded by someone that you used to babysit.

"He told me to move on." Eddie says quietly, bitterly. "But I don't think I'll ever be able to forget him."

"You don't have to forget him." Dustin scoots closer to Eddie on the cramped lounge and makes him look him in the eyes. "You're going to be around for a long time, Eds. You can't be that stereotypical vampire that mourns his long lost love for centuries."

"Maybe I want to."

"Steve would strangle me when I see him next if I let you do that."

When I see him next.

That makes Eddie ache. Will he ever get to see Steve again? Can he even die? He doesn't want Dustin to leave him too but he knows Steve is probably lonely wherever he is. He never liked being on his own for very long.

Eddie leans against his friend's shoulder and sighs shakily. He doesn't want to cry again. He's tired of crying. "I feel hollow, Dustin. I think Steve took a part of me with him."

"He was always quite greedy when it came to you."

Eddie smiles for the first time in 2 months. "He was, wasn't he. He always stole your time with me." He playfully jabbed Dustin in the side and it felt good to laugh with him, to smile and see the familiar twinkle of joy in his friend's eyes.

When they stop laughing and the room fills with a comfortable silence, Eddie asks quietly, "Do you really think you'll see him again?"

Dustin hums and leans back into the lounge, a knowing smile on his lips. "You'll see him again, Eddie. I know it."

Eddie scoffs with a smile. "Why? Because you're old and wise?"

"Precisely."

Eddie knows Dustin is just saying what he wants to hear, what he thinks he needs to move on with his life, but a small part of himself hopes it's true.

He hopes that after he's seen the world, he'll be able to tell Steve all about it.

#SORRY THIS IS LIKE REALLY LONG #I GOT CARRIED AWAY LMAO #steddie #kas eddie munson #eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #st4 vol2 #steveddie #dustin henderson #tw mentions of death

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wastemanjohn · 10 months

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amy winehouse - i heard love is blind

spn 1.16 // spn 4.03 // spn 14.18 // spn 2.02 // spn 1.21 // spn 7.13// spn 1.21

#is this anything?#i got carried away lmao #johndean #johmary #dean v mary #at his side and drunk on pride #spn edit #again can't believe i'm posting this

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gareleia · 1 month

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THE KNITTING SAGA BUT MAKE IT SAD

part 1 part 2

lets talk about relationships, shall we. i'm gonna focus on Athena & Telemachus this time, but Hermes will have his turn later

let's be real, Athena is a hardass. sure, she cares, but she's so emotionally constipated that it really doesn't show that much. especially before she goes through that character development arc after her break with Odysseus in My Goodbye

(and what a crisis that is)

(because her masterpiece??? failed her??? but she trusted him??? she made him as in her image as possible??? he was supposed to be perfect???)

(and if he's not perfect, then she failed,,, and she can't fail, she doesn't fail,,, she's a goddess,,, war strategy is her domain, surely there is no way her plan could be flawed,,,)

(what even is the point of her if she's not perfect)

so yeah, she's a hardass. even on baby Telemachus who'd never held a sword before - especially on baby Telemachus, because he's the son of her favored Champion. he may be waaay younger than any of her previous pupils, but she's expecting him to shine just as bright.

Athena, on the first day: let's get down to business! make your father proud! you won't have a weakness! by the time we're done! you're the saddest pupil that I've had! and you haven't got a clue! but I will make a man outta you! Telemachus, a literal toddler, holding a wooden sword as big as himself: ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

and for years to come she trains him relentlessly. she's honestly trying to be nice about it, too. it's just that Athena doesn't do soft or gentle, her default is a neutral face of displeasure, and her idea of encouragement is saying you're not as bad as you used to be, or something along these lines.

Telemachus: *succeeds at something* Athena: *raises an eyebrow in a slightly different manner than usually* Telemachus: *le gasp* could it b-be? am I doing a good job??? Athena: it's… acceptable for your age.

she never once tells him she is proud of him. because surely he already knows. he doesn't need to hear it. his father didn't, after all (odysseus so fucking did)

and this goes on until Telemachus reaches double digits. then My Goodbye happens, and Athena has Feelings™. she's having an existential crisis, and has to confront the fact that she had done something wrong while training Odysseus, and she can't understand what. which is terrifying, because what if she makes a mistake like that with Telemachus. will he fail her too?

will she have to leave him too, so she doesn't watch him die horribly in a tragedy that could've been prevented if only she had made him see-

so Athena doubles down and starts demanding more and more from Telemachus. the praise goes from sparse to non-existent, and nothing he does seems to be enough anymore. she goes from tough love to borderline verbal abuse, thinking that it's the only way to keep him safe and prepare him for the future.

and Telemachus endures. he has to, because he doesn't want his mother to worry. doesn't want to appear weak. Odysseus had done it, so it's only fair his son should too. and when his dad comes home, he'll be sooo impressed. he can do it!

except…. not really. it's been a losing battle since the beginning, and deep down he knows it. he cant win with Athena, not on his own.

???: if you want to impress her, you'll need the blessing of a certain god! divine intervention! someone who's not afraid to- telemachus: aeolus, what are doing in my closet?!

so anyway, Aeolus and winions start helping him via winds and stuff, and Telemachus actually starts exceeding everyone's expectations. it's not that he'd been bad before, but he's soft, and not quite strong enough physically to make up for his gentle constitution

everyone is cheering him on. he's the talk of the palace! his mom is so proud! the suitors start sizing him up with consideration instead of dismissing him outright! (and tele, baby, that's not a good thing! ಠ_ಠ). Athena seems pleased for the first time in ages!! but he knows that it's all a lie, and it's killing him.

cause he's a good, honest boye, and he wants to succeed on his own merit, not because of cheating and lying to everyone he loves. that's vile and dishonorable.

que some very important island-wide competition that everyone is expecting him to join and win. maybe it's even his duty as a prince. like, a right of passage from complete boyhood to adolescence.

and there's,,, a lot of pressure on Telemachus to suceed. everyone and their mother are telling him that of course he's got this, he's a prodigy! def his father's son! nobody doubts his incoming victory! he's got this! he definitely won't disappoint them!

random noble: we'll be cheering you on, young prince! truly, we are blessed by the gods to have such a talented successor to the throne! we'll watch with keen eyes as you triumph over your foes and bring even more honor to your family! b(￣▽￣*) telemachus, eye twitching: y-yeah… thank you… (ㆆ _ ㆆ)

so, the night before the competition Telemachus can barely sleep, he's so wrecked by guilt and nerves. he keeps thinking - what would his father do in this situation? all the stories he'd ever heard of Odysseus always painted him as some kind of invincible, righteous, all-capable genius. so the idea of his dad ever grappling with guilt and feelings of inadequacy is just laughable. (oh, if only he knew)

so, he goes to his mom for advice. because Penelope is awesome. but he can't bring himself to admit that's he's cheating - what if she's ashamed of him? he brought dishonor to his father's name, and if anyone knows - will he get exiled?

so yeah, he basically has a panic attack and cries for like, half an hour straight.

telemachus, bawling: if I lose tomorrow, will you hate me? will dad hate me? I can't do anything right and I'm a failure and a horrible person and- just- what do I do, mother? penelope, holding him: oh, love. sometimes you're so similar to your father I wonder if the gods haven't returned him to me in spirit through you.

because no matter what everyone else says, Penelope knows the truth - Odysseus always followed his heart. oh, how he may have tried to forget he had one, to only ever use his head. but a heart he did have - does have, they have to believe that - and it's a bright and a gentle one. he may have been hardened by years of pain and struggle in a way that Telemachus hadn't yet (and Penelope's heart breaks from knowledge that her son will be, one day). but deep down, at ther cores, Odysseus and Telemachus are strikingly similar. and she loves them all the more for it.

and so, with his mother's blessing, the young prince does just as she told him to: follows his heart. he thanks Aeolus for their help, and asks them to stop giving it from now on. either he'll suceed on his own merit, or he'll wear his failure as a badge of honor and an incentive to do better.

and he loses. badly.

and the world,,, doesn't end? sure, the suitors sneer and jeer, but there's a surprising lack of disowning and exile going around. and the nobles tone it down significantly with undeserved adoration, which is definitely a plus, as far as he's concerned.

the only thing is. Athena.

oh boy.

because she's not stupid. Telemachus may have gotten away with cheating so far, but now he'll have to answer to her why he had flunked so badly, and she won't buy his go-to excuse of 'I got nervous!'

athena, expression unreadable: so. care to explain yourself, my stupid pupil? telemachus: w-well, you see… ha-ha… it's, uh… a funny story… athena: you threw away your best advantage! you've had a god perfectly willing to assist you and yet you still somehow managed to lose! telemachus: wait, what-

so yeah, Athena knew all along.

athena, mildly insulted: how stupid do you think I am, boy? telemachus: but! but! but!.. you never said anything! didn't even scold me for cheating! athena, even more insulted: child, I am the goddess of war strategy, where did you get the idea that I ever play fair abd straightforward? leave that to ares, the simple-minded fool!

to clarify, she's not upset at him for cheating. she's upset that he stopped doing so. so she throws some choice words at him, implying he lacks both talent and intelligence

and Telemachus defends himself by saying that he'd rather fail on his own merit, than abandon his principles and win by lying and dishonoring his family. in response, she calls him naive.

he tries to implore to her connection to his father by saying that he was just trying to do what's right. he was following his heart, just as Odysseus had always strived to. and he's training to fight for his loved ones, not for glory of being known.

it's a one hit K.O., because it reminds Athena of her recent break-up with Odysseus. of everything they spat at each other during My Goodbye. of anger, if hurt, of disappointment, of betrayal, of I loved you and you failed me, of I loved you and I failed you, of good riddance! and y̶͈̔o̴̘̖͆u̶̻̱͆͒'̸̫̩̌̉r̷̼͝e̴̩̒ ̴͎̻̈́̎ȧ̸̦l̵̗͙͌̐o̸͚͕̚n̷̟̯͠e̵̳̩͠

and is their whole line just cursed? is it their way of punishing her for something? why do they both hurt her so? is it her fault?

telemachus: athena? are… are you okay? (‘-’*) athena, coming off MG flashbacks: well, obviously, boy, why would you even ask that (ಥ﹏ಥ)

Telemachus just hugs her, because she obviously needs it. and she melts into it like never before.

because she wasn't made for empathy or kindness. she's born to be ruthless and cold. she's not supposed to love and be loved care about anything but winning. it doesn't come natural to Athena, until recently she had truly thought herself unable to, and yet-

yet here, right in front of her, is a boy who loves for the both of them. loves the whole world - sincerely, selflessly. a truly kind and caring soul (the noble even joke that is true father is Polites).

she can't love.

but maybe… maybe he will teach her.

maybe he already did.

or maybe she always could.

she forgets sometimes, that her fingers know not only the roughness of swords and spears, but also the gentle softness of weaved silk. creation goes hand in hand with destruction, and she can bind countless threads together without breaking them.

and what are humans, if not strings, waiting to be cut by the fates?

also, if Telemachus can teach the goddess of cold cynicism and detached cruelty kindness of all things, then she can teach him swordplay.

yes, it's a threat.

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@mxndwitch ♡'d for an ANGST STARTER~

Some things that had barely been issues in the world before walkers were now GLARING problems in the new reality . As time went on , Beck was understanding more && more that you couldn't just LIVE the way that you used to . You had to be one hundred times more careful , && they were being careful .... as much as they could be .

They grew their own food now , enough to get by on - Beck did all of the construction on their land , even building NEW contraptions to try and make their life easier . But there were some things that you couldn't make , some things that you had no choice but to go out && scavange for . LIKE MEDICINE .

He hadn't been gone too long in the grand scheme of things , sometimes at this point you had to travel for a week to find anything of use , hunts for specific items turning day runs into being gone for TWENTY days or more .

When he lets himself through the gate , he's using his axe as a hiking rod - wrapped up tight in bundles of hand-darned clothing against the autumn weather. He shrugs his pack down his arm , eyes lighting up as he sees Wanda rushing through the door of the farmhouse to welcome him - little Hope hot on her heels as usual . He stops , swallowing hard as he waits for her to get to him && then wraps one arm around her tight , long lingering kiss pressed into the top of her head .

There's a pause , his expression hardening . he peels Wanda back enough to give her a careful yet STERN look .

❝ Hope needs to go to her room ❞ he says firmly , hand on said childs hair - messing there gently as he speaks. He's leaning more heavily on the axe now . Not a hiking pole - more like a walking stick . He's reminded of years ago , before Hope had even been born - staggering into camp && into Wanda's arms back when they'd only been FRIENDS.

❝ please ❞ his tone is weakening , hand leaving the kid && going to his own , duct tape CRINKLING underneath his clothing where he's done his best to patch himself up . Fingernails are stained dark with blood .

#i got carried away lmao #021. ʰᵒʷ ˢᵐᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵍᵉᵗ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵃˡˡ ᴵ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᶦˢ ʸᵒᵘ ~ wanda maximoff #022. ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉˢ ᶦⁿ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉⁿ ~ apocalypse 1.5 ; rotting hearts

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nick/gatsby real? do weigh in

fdhsjkfhdskj okay i know this is a joke but I honestly think it's very plausible to read queer subtext on top, or indeed as part of, nick's wider blind spot regarding gatsby (and also queerness within nick's characterisation given the tension in his character between insisting on his own honesty and specific ommissions and bias within his narration).

i think nick/gatsby 'real' in the sense of queerness being a reading i believe you can successfully make an argument for as being valid reading of that text yeah, if not specifically "I think Jay Gatsby and Nick Carroway made out in that novel" fsdkjhfjkds. I think whether you want to argue about reciprocation is a slightly different wheelhouse, but for me, in terms of arguing for a queer interpretation of Nick and his specific blindspot re Gatsby, I think that's very plausible.

Even just taking Gatsby out of the equation for a moment here re Nick, the omissions regarding characters like Mr McKee are honestly incredibly interesting when we're talking about reading Nick through a queer lens, especially when Nick takes such pains to try (and fail lol) to stress and defend his objectivity as a narrator (why and defending to who, are interesting questions to ask in this queer lens).

(pg 31)

There's a big passage of lost time between them standing in the elevator and then Nick standing beside McKee's bed, with the detail of the man being in his underwear, and that's pretty notable when taken in the context of Nick's specific goals as a narrator (objectivity) and the ways in which he so obviously lies to himself about his own impartiality.

The question in that specific passage, through the queer lens, could thus be why does a narrator who so desperately tries to convince himself of his own lingering morality (in comparison to the what is presented as the careless decadence and destructive hedonism of the rich), personal honesty and objectivity regarding the persons he describes, have these ommissions and what can we understand about Nick's characterisation when viewing what he chooses to tell, and how he chooses to tell it, with this lens.

Applying this lens also offers a very interesting dimension to the sentiments Gatsby evokes in Nick

Again, the queer lens offers a very interesting, additional dimension to Nick and Gatsby essentially being in this self validating cycle of their various bias w one another fjksdfkj. W the passage above specifically, why might someone, as interpreted through this queer lens, be so enamoured with the idea of someone percieving you only so far as you wish to be understood and offering an unconditional acceptance and belief of what they see? Esp when taken in conjunction with other elements we can use to argue for Nick's queerness like w Mr McKee.

And then one last quote. Interpreting Nick as queer offers again another way (in addition to the idea of just being enthralled w Gatsby's idealism outside of any romantic sensibility) to understand why he essentially cannot be objective about Gatsby, why he is so enamored with this idealism of Gatsby's. Describes there being "something gorgeous about him" and why he kind of seeks to absolve Gatsby of his own culpability.

#ask games #anon #this is so fucking LONG and rambles all over the place im sorry #i got carried away lmao

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tellthatbrokebitch · 10 months

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holding you at arms length (even if i want you close) for fake fic title

oh immediately i know this is a fic in mike's pov. it spans throughout all four seasons and possibly after, and it details mike's internal struggle with how he feels about will. bc we know he's always been overprotective of will and after season one, it got worse and mike was just constantly worried about will. then for season three, it seemed to have shifted onto el - possibly a purposeful move on mike's part? like at some point between seasons two and three, he realized that he shouldn't be so obsessed with will and he tried not to care - only that didn't work out all that well, did it? el tolerated it at first, welcomed it even, until hopper and mike lying and max telling el that she deserved better. and while el's learning she needs some independence, mike is funneling all of that overprotective-ness into getting el back, and ends up hurting will in the process and driving a wedge between them

then between season three and four, they grow farther apart, with the missed phone calls and unsent letters, and mike hates it so much but isn't this what's supposed to happen? isn't this how guys behave, when childhood friendships seem to have run their course? only the thought makes it feel like mike's heart is cracking in his chest, and he tries to focus on being the perfect boyfriend but everything is blowing up in his face - and then it's just them again, him and will, and they have to find el, bc she needed them - needed mike - and he couldn't let anyone else down, right? not like he let will down. and maybe - maybe they can talk, after everything dies down, after el is safe and joyce gets back and there are some actual fucking adults around who know what they're doing and can take over - maybe he can sit down with el and have an honest conversation about their relationship, and whether it's healthy and whether it's real, and maybe mike can tell someone about the dark thoughts and self-doubt and the sadness he can't seem to shake

but then will brings out his painting, and it's beautiful and amazing and it's mike's - but it comes with all these words, about el and her thoughts and the way she feels, and mike can't - if el really feels that way about him, then he can't let her down, right? he can - he can be her lois lane, he CAN. even if it means he has to shove down all of his doubts and all of the complicated and simultaneously simple feelings he has whenever he looks at will or thinks about will - mike can do it

so he holds el's hand and tries to be what she needs, and when she's losing, he tries to give her strength, at will's urging; he tells her a lot of things, even some lies, and finally tells her what she wants to hear. and then afterward, everything's off. she knows he lied, he can see it on her face, but she waits until after they get back to hawkins to call him out on it

and idk what the end would be, probably el and mike talking about everything and mike finding out about the painting and mike confronting will and the fallout from that - and then bc it's me there would be i love yous and smooches and a happy ever after idk my food is getting cold

send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it

#tellthatbrookebitch #askthatbrookebitch #ty for the ask!#i got carried away lmao

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ectopark · 1 year

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HELP I JUST ABSENT-MINDEDLY LIKED A FUCK TON OF POSTS ON SOMEONE'S TUMBLR

DEAR PERSON WHO OWNS THAT BLOG, I'M SORRY, I'M NOT A STALKER.

JUST HYPERFIXATED.

#i love your characters so much #they are so cool #i got carried away lmao #i'm sorry #i'm too gay to not love all of them #they are very interesting

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luminousglimmer-a · 2 years

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｡･:*:･ﾟ★ | | @hitokageisei ― 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 ✧

✏️

Scaramouche: Are we fighting or flirting? Lumine: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck- Scaramouche: Your point?

Lumine: Pardon the intrusion, but- Scaramouche: On this moment or just my life in general?

Scaramouche: I can't take you seriously wearing that. Lumine: Aw, you take me seriously at all? Scaramouche: Fair point.

Scaramouche: My only talent is being stress. Lumine: Don't you mean stressed? Scaramouche: No.

Scaramouche: If I was married to you I would put poison in your coffee. Lumine: If I was married to you I’d drink it.

Lumine: Scaramouche is not allowed to violate the dress code, even on 'casual' Fridays. Lumine: No matter how many times you say please, Scaramouche. We won't put any of the hats you've been asking about into the dress code.

Scaramouche: I'm not mean. Name one mean thing I’ve ever done. Lumine: When we were younger, you convinced me eggs weren't real. Scaramouche: They're not. Lumine: Haha, very funny. Scaramouche: I'm serious. Didn't you hear? Lumine: No... what happened? Scaramouche: ...Why would you fall for this again-

Lumine: I am going to need you to swear- Scaramouche: Fuck. Lumine: Lumine: ...swear as in promise.

#｡･:*:･ﾟ★ crack #｡･:*:･ﾟ★ inbox ✧ answer #｡･:*:･ﾟ★ meme ✧ answer #IT'S ALWAYS OKAY TO SEND MEMES!#i'm writing your starter soon #because i love your scaramouche and would love more interactions with you and him!#afjdsklagjaddsag #i got carried away lmao

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peacespun · 15 days

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the cold was familiar to him. it settled deep in his bones like a comforting ache of home, flushing his cheeks and nose red from the blistering winds that gust over the walls and through the gates. he remembers much of his march south in his state of vengeance, or rather more to do with his duty to protect his family in the absence of their father. it was never conquest that drove him and many knew that, despite what the southerners said of him, what they tried to speak to upheave the honor in his name after the betrayal of house bolton and frey, what they called the red wedding. the south never quite fit him. too warm for his liking, too volatile. the north he knew was brutal in its nature, cold and unforgiving, but their hospitality was warm and their vows held far more resiliently.

it was almost bittersweet coming home. knowing now what he left behind and what he could never bring home, who he could never bring back. his father and his mother, his wife. those who were slain in the fight under his name and stark banner, who vowed their allegiance and died for it. and worse of all, those who had become a victim to the boltons before the starks took back their home. everything to him is all at once familiar and different. the halls were quieter, the grounds of the castle were almost bare. there were days when he was a child he would have longed for this, peace and quiet, silence enough to hear the soft snow fall to the ground, but the years have changed him and now all he wished was for his mother to turn a corner and warm any hall she gracefully walked through, to look at him and smile with her eyes. for his father to walk with pride through his home, to see his children and all they had accomplished, the feats they survived. robb the arrows through his chest, jon the knife through his heart, sansa the lannisters and boltons alike. and arya... there were rumors of whether they survived or not, just as there had been rumors that they had brought winter to house frey.

some part of him felt a little jealous. the part that wished to enact revenge himself, to spill the blood of walder frey over the floor of his home for his part in the death of their mother and his wife. he dreamed of running the sword through the old man, woke in a cold sweat and burned with rage all over again. but winter came regardless of who held its sword, with lithe hands and a steady knife, poison in every mans cup. he'll admit it was a far less bloody plot than what he imagined, but they were all dead. every single one. but how it was done, the rumors that were whispered carefully as if winter would turn its shoulder to them ... he could only imagine...

a ice cold wind kicks at his heavy fur coat and buries itself deep into old wounds, igniting again an ache within him. he wraps the coat around him more, and as he turns to finally go inside, there at the gate -- @devilsnare. it takes only a moment for him to realize who stares back at him. " arya? " he can't tell if its disbelief or shock in his voice, perhaps it was both. but nothing kept him from running to them, wrapping his arms around the other and hoisting them from the ground, so quickly that he has to stop them from tumbling to the frozen mud. suddenly the ache left by the cold was gone and light filled his eyes. " gods, look at you! ... you were smaller when i last saw you. "

#devilsnare #* 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 . robb stark.#* 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 . season eight.#i got carried away lmao #you don't have to match at all!#me and my scene setting yknow #let me know if i need to change anything!#starter.

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